Everyone turned in unison and saw two men and a woman hurrying over.
They were Qin Manjiang, Qiao Ziruo, and Mei Sijun.
Qiao Liang's expression changed the instant he saw Qiao Ziruo. Guiltily, he ducked into the crowd, not daring to face his own daughter.
Just then, one of the burly men digging up the grave suddenly cried out:
"Master! Come and look!"
The old Taoist's face was already deathly pale. This sudden shout frightened him so badly that even his beard trembled.
But he had taken their money, so naturally, he had to do the work. Meanwhile, Zhao Fengchuan and Lin, who wore a turtleneck sweater, immediately spotted Qin Manjiang among the three people pushing through the crowd.
Zhao Fengchuan raised his eyebrows and said quietly, "He really did come."
"Lin, let's go."
The young man with mismatched eyes asked in confusion, "What about things here?"
"Heh, don't worry. Haven't they come to clean up?"
Pulling Lin along, Zhao Fengchuan slipped out of the crowd without drawing attention. He looked at Qin Manjiang. "Besides, these ghost stories were prepared for him in the first place..."
"Hurry up and eat your fill, Jiang Du... I've been waiting for you for so long."
Zhao Fengchuan and Lin left just as Qin Manjiang and the other two reached the inner ring of the crowd.
When Qiao Ziruo saw the state of the grave, tears streamed down her face.
She was too late.
Not only had all the earth been dug away, but even the coffin had rotted, exposing the remains inside!
"Grandma!!!"
Qiao Ziruo rushed forward.
However, the old Taoist, who had been hesitating to approach, suddenly grabbed her as though clutching a lifeline and hurriedly shouted, "Don't go near it! Stay back!"
Old as he was, his hands were like iron