"Auntie, it's fine, don't worry. If we really can't dig it, we just won't dig it, right? Let's just wait for word from the higher-ups. It's only about a hundred thousand bucks, right?" Long Gen, conversely, was no longer afraid.
He thought about it carefully. A massive amount of white bones had appeared, and now someone was dead. Whether it was a mass grave or an emperor's tomb, once the matter blew up, the treasures inside would have nothing to do with him; the higher-ups would definitely take it seriously.
However, this land belonged to him now. Whether the government requisitioned or appropriated it, they still had to give him some compensation, right? A "Good Citizen Award" and a bonus of a hundred or two hundred thousand would do! Calculating it out, he wouldn't be losing money.
"You little bastard, how can I not worry? Someone died!" Shen Lijuan cursed in a low voice. She was worried sick, but the little bastard acted like it was nothing. They had thrown so much money in, and now someone had died. When the higher-ups investigated, she would definitely be held responsible!
Shen Lijuan was already timid, and country folks with limited horizons were naturally afraid of trouble. Death was an enormous deal!
Shanghe Village was experiencing an eventful autumn. Old Party Secretary Chen Tianming was crippled; Wei Wenwu was the big boss for a day and hanged himself on the third; and now someone else had died! How could she not be anxious?
"Hehe, if they're dead, they're dead. What's there to be afraid of about a dead person? What could they do if you chopped them up, boiled them, and ate them?" Long Gen looked utterly dismissive.
If ghosts were real, what about funeral home and crematorium workers? Wouldn't they have to burn incense and pray to Buddha every single day? Back when they fought the Japanese, there were corpses everywhere, rivers of blood, and white bones scattered all over. Didn't they get through that just fine?
That's how the world is. Never think you're all that. There are plenty of people in the world; one more doesn't add much, and one less doesn't mean anything. Take Wei Wenwu, for instance. He had so much face when he was alive—Village Head, Party Secretary. Everyone had to bow their heads a bit and greet him with a smile. But now that he was dead, he was just dead.
All that was left for him was that little plot of land, and wild dogs were pissing all over his grave. His wife and daughter-in-law had been completely fucked through by Long Gen, yet no ghost leaped up to eat him, did it?
So, while you're alive, you should live easily and freely. Have fun when you can, and don't make things hard for yourself. Maybe one day you die, and that's it—dragged out, buried, a banquet thrown, and it's over.
"Alright, alright, I'm not listening to your bullshit. You talk a good game, but what if the higher-ups investigate my responsibility?" Shen Lijuan rolled her eyes, walking ahead on her tiptoes, her round ass swaying. Long Gen happily followed behind, staring at those perfectly round butt cheeks, wishing he could whip out his giant rod and go to town on her right there on the ground.
Even if the sky was falling, what did it matter? As long as it hadn't crashed down yet, he'd keep thrusting!
"Ah, it's Village Head Sanchou! The Village Head is dead!"
"What? Li Sanchou is dead?"
"There's another person, someone else is in there! Pull him out and look..."
"What? Sanchou?" Hearing this, Li Sanshui took off running to see.
The crowd immediately fell into chaos, screams ringing out. How did the Village Head die? No one could say for sure, but theories about ghosts and gods quickly took over.
"In my opinion, Li Sanchou must have done something wicked and offended the ghosts and gods here, so they dragged him in and killed him!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I saw Li Sanchou groping his sister-in-law last time."
"Ah? Then he really deserved to die!"
"Look, everyone, look! They're pulling another one out! Oh my god, his leg is crushed! Tsk tsk, terrifying..."
"He's still bleeding... Tsk tsk, I don't even know who that is, what a tragic death."
"..."
Shen Lijuan was startled too. From afar, she saw two bloody people laid out on the ground, missing arms and legs, looking like chopped pig trotters. It made people want to vomit.
"Have their identities been confirmed?" Shen Lijuan walked up and asked coldly. Long Gen followed behind, took out his phone, and urged Fang Zheng again.
Since someone died, the police station should investigate so as not to cause trouble for his auntie. In a little while, the archaeological experts should be arriving too.
"Auntie, stand back, don't look." Seeing that Shen Lijuan was uncomfortable, Long Gen pulled her back and leaned in to take a look himself.
Sure enough, it was Li Sanchou. Pointy chin and monkey cheeks, his eyes wide open with unwillingness, his mouth agape. Who knows what he had seen. His spine was crushed—how could he survive?
He wiped the face of the other person—it was Wei Wen! His expression was similar to Li Sanchou's, like he had seen a ghost. Half his head was gone, brain matter leaking out, white like tofu.
"Ah! Blergh!"
Long Gen looked back and saw the timid ones squatting on the ground, puking their guts out. It was too gruesome; even brains had been smashed out!
"Hoes?" Glancing sideways, he saw two hoes thrown on the ground. A large section had caved in, several stone slabs shattered, propping up a pitch-black little hole. It was impossible to see what was inside.
Long Gen suddenly smiled. Those two bastards deserved it! Seeking their own deaths, how could they blame God? They had zero skills, yet they tried to be tomb raiders?
Tomb raiders throughout history were mostly capable people. They knew feng shui, a bit of geology, and were intimately familiar with history—proper intellectuals. They read the feng shui, used Luoyang shovels to probe, and based on history deduced whose tomb it might be. Only then would they use explosives, dig tunnels, step by step.
These two illiterates probably just dug it like a regular field, scraping at the ground for half a day. Upon seeing something good inside, they got desperate and squeezed in! With a crack, it collapsed, and everything was gone! Even their lives were forfeit! Talk about terrible luck!
Did they think just anyone could eat from the bowl of tomb raiding?
"Alright, nobody move! Leave the bodies where they are. The police will be here soon! Family members of the deceased can go home and get some cloth to cover the bodies for now! This is suspicious and might involve a tomb raiding case! This carries legal responsibility!" Long Gen stood up, looked around the crowd, and spoke loudly, a dominating aura surging forth, imposing without being angry!
"Tomb raiding?"
"What's tomb raiding?"
"Idiot, you don't even know what tomb raiding is? Digging up people's ancestral graves and looking for treasure in the burial mounds, get it?"
"Tsk tsk, there must be good stuff inside, otherwise why would Li Sanchou crawl in and dig himself with his own hoe?" The man speaking had gleaming eyes. People die for money just like birds die for food. Everyone was dirt poor; who wouldn't be tempted by gold ingots?
"Ermaozi, you tired of living, you son of a bitch? Li Sanchou and Wei Wen are dead. You really think other people's ancestral graves are that easy to dig up? Careful you don't drop dead the moment you get home."
"Fuck off! I'm just talking. Is it really that serious?" Ermaozi's eyes flickered with fear, his voice losing its confidence.
With two freshly dead, bloody corpses on the ground, saying they weren't afraid would be a lie. Country folks believed in ghosts and gods; when rumors spread, panic set in. The more they talked, the more they felt cold winds blowing down their backs.
"Ah... Sanchou, why... why were you so stupid? Why go dig up someone's ancestral grave for no reason?" A plump woman dashed out from the crowd, wailing for her parents and throwing herself onto the ground, sobbing loudly.
Wasn't this Li Sanchou's wife?
Long Gen shook his head, the corners of his mouth lifting in a continuous sneer. How could a man not tell his family what he was doing? Soon after, Li Xiaolan arrived too, wailing to the heavens, tears streaming down her face. Her dad might have been ugly, but he was still her dad.
"A pity for this girl. I've only fucked her twice." Long Gen shook his head slightly, staring intently at Li Xiaolan's full chest, bulging like two stuffed steamed buns.
He didn't know why, but he always felt like Li Xiaolan and Xiao Fang looked like biological sisters; their figures were almost identical. Fucking them and touching them felt great.
"Don't cry. The dead cannot be brought back to life..." Long Gen crouched down, grabbed Li Xiaolan's small hands, and rubbed them vigorously a couple of times. Tender and soft like tofu.
Only then did Li Xiaolan notice Long Gen. She immediately stopped her tears, lowered her eyelids, stared intensely at Long Gen's crotch, and secretly swallowed her saliva.
She had long heard from the villagers that Long the Idiot's illness was mostly cured, his brain worked fine now, and he even had connections in the city. The police chief ran around doing his bidding, giving him loads of face!
No wonder the thing in his crotch worked so well. So that was why!
Li Xiaolan forcefully squeezed her thighs together, murmuring responses, an odd peach-colored flush appearing on her face.
'Horny slut!' He cursed inwardly. Long Gen then pulled up Yang Ying next to her. This woman was crying even more falsely; her screams shook the heavens, but there wasn't a single tear.
Motherfucker, these women had no conscience! Good thing he had his giant rod—it could subdue them anytime!
"Everyone make way, make way! The Vice Mayor is here! Come on, step aside. The Vice Mayor is here to inspect the scene, step aside!"
At this moment, the crowd caused another commotion. Chen Tianyun and Chen Tiansong were seen flanking a large fat man, walking over.
The fat man was thick and burly, his face full of savage fat, his huge belly sticking out like a woman six months pregnant. He had a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. How did he look like a mayor? He was clearly a hooligan! His rat-like eyes darted around, God knows what he was thinking.
"Vice Mayor? Chen Ming?" Shen Lijuan muttered and went up to meet him.
"Hello, Mayor Chen. Welcome to Shanghe Village to guide our work..." Shen Lijuan tried to get on his good side. After all, he was the Vice Mayor; how could she not be polite?
"Hmph!"
Chen Ming snorted coldly and said icily, "So you're Shen Lijuan, the Village Party Secretary of Shanghe Village. I hear you've been doing a great job lately. Dead bodies turning up one after another. Quite the capability!"
"Ah!"
Shen Lijuan's expression changed drastically, her beautiful face turning pale, not knowing how to answer.
"Hmph, you stinking bitch, weren't you acting all smug? Why aren't you talking now? Just wait, your good days are over, and so are that little bastard's!" Chen Tiansong sneered, looking coldly at Long Gen beside the corpses.
It was this bastard who made it so he had a dick but couldn't use it. Now he had to hold it with his hand to pee, and if he wasn't careful, he'd piss all over his pants. Mortifying!
"So they're here to cause trouble!" Long Gen's eyes narrowed, looking at the Chen brothers next to Chen Ming, sneering inwardly.
It couldn't be more obvious. The Chen family must have brought out Chen Ming to take advantage of this incident and cause trouble, ready to show his auntie who's boss!
"Hehe, trying to fight with your father? You're too green..."
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