"Really?"
Gao Cai glanced at Zuo Xiaohan, clearly not believing him.
Zuo Xiaohan raised his voice again and replied loudly in the direction of the thatched cottage,"Do you think I'm as country bumpkin as you?”
"I lost contact with my family a long time ago. After I received my salary at the end of last year, I secretly went to Cuixiang Restaurant to satisfy my craving. The taste of women…tsk tsk, you will never understand!”
"You…"
Gao Cai scratched his head, his face full of envy, but he pretended to be angry that he did not fight back." You're really a prodigal. With your salary, you can only go twice a year. Is Cuixiang Restaurant a place that people like us can go?"”
After saying that, he poked Zuo Xiaohan with his arm and leaned over to ask softly,""Zuo Xiaohan, tell me, that woman…how did she feel?”
The two of them chatted as they dug a pit. They were both young and strong men. In less than two hours, they had dug a bathtub sized pit.
The black mud that was stirred up had long been transported to the side of the bamboo forest by them with bamboo baskets. In the end, the remaining black soil was left behind by Zuo Xiaohan on his own initiative.
Gao Cai saw that he had succeeded and took the initiative to go to the thatched cottage to call the black-robed Taoist out to check.
While he was panting, Zuo Xiaohan looked in the direction of the thatched cottage with an uncertain expression. The bragging just now was obviously done on purpose.
I don't know the walls have ears.
He wondered if the other party had heard the subtext of his words…If he wanted the blood of a virgin boy, he would have to find someone else.
A moment later, the black-robed Taoist appeared beside the pit.
He looked at the pit with a ruler, then jumped in and stepped on it with his feet. He was very satisfied with the progress of the two people's work.
"Open the coffin and bring your young master's body over.”
The two of them hesitantly came to the coffin.
The side of the coffin was not filled at all.
With a light push, it opened.
"Zuo Xiaohan, raise your head…"
Gao Cai purposely turned his head around and nervously swallowed his saliva. His gaze swept across the coffin and quickly retracted.
Lying inside was Zhou Donglai's only son, the eldest young master of the Zhou Residence.
He didn't know how to enjoy life, but he insisted on going to Cuixiang Restaurant to drink wine. Now, he had become a corpse.
Although they often met each other, now that they were separated forever, Gao Cai felt a sense of fear for the dead, which made him unable to let go.
Zuo Xiaohan deliberately acted natural and graceful. He bent his waist and held his breath as he lifted the upper body of the corpse.
The corpse had been stored in the Zhou Manor's main hall for two days and had completely stiffened.
He didn't feel any strain when he lifted it.
However, there was a faint smell of sandalwood mixed with the smell of corpses that entered his nose.
One of them raised his head while the other lifted his feet. They carefully placed the corpse at the bottom of the pit.
Following the instructions of the black-robed Daoist, he dragged the upper body of the corpse forward and placed it at the bottom of the pit in a reclining position.
In just a short while, the two of them were already sweating profusely.
The black-robed Daoist adjusted the position of the corpse in the pit and placed the head of the corpse at the edge of the pit. Then, he made them stand outside the pit and fill it with soil.
When the black soil buried the body, only the head was left exposed.
His pale skin, tightly shut eyes, ashen lips, and his high forehead made him look a little scary.
Even Gao Cai, who was eager to show off, held his breath and shrank to the side.
The black-robed Daoist asked Zuo Xiaohan to bring over a bucket of crow blood that he had prepared earlier. He carefully poured it on the black soil and finally stepped on it firmly.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but after being drenched in the crow's blood, the corpse exposed on the black soil seemed to have a trace of life. Its skin was no longer pale, and there was actually a faint blush.
"The two of you stay outside. If you feel cold, you can drink some wine to warm your bodies. Don't let small animals come into contact with the corpses.”
After giving the order, the black-robed Daoist glanced at Zuo Xiaohan and returned to the thatched cottage with a tired expression.
Only Gao Cai and Zuo Xiaohan were left guarding the pit.
"Zuo Xiaohan, this…Young Master looks quite scary. Can you cover his exposed head?”
Gao Cai was carrying an empty bamboo basket. He wanted to cover the corpse that had emerged from the black soil, but he couldn't make up his mind.
Bang!
Zuo Xiaohan took the bamboo basket from him and covered it without hesitation.
Then, the two of them sat back to back under a withered tree. They opened the food box they had brought over earlier and drank while filling their stomachs.
It was late autumn, so he wasn't afraid of the cold. The strange thing was that there were no mosquitoes around the bamboo forest.
The surrounding space was shrouded in a layer of darkness after leaving the range of the torch. Every time the mountain wind blew, it would sweep up the fallen leaves and twigs on the ground, making a rustling sound.
It reminded the two of them not to let their guard down.
After eating and drinking to his heart's content, his body felt a little warmer.
Gao Cai's fear had been washed away by the wine.
He was already fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was hovering on the edge of being impulsive and sensible. After he suddenly became idle, he felt that the night was so long.
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