The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 1076

The three of them had a sumptuous lunch, during which Gao Yang chatted a lot about grandma with his uncle, but still didn't get any clues.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the uncle took Gao Yang to offer incense on the grave. Qing Ling and Wang Zikai had a good relationship with Gao Yang and had met Gao Yang's family. They had no taboos and decided to go together to offer incense.

The uncle changed into his old clothes, got into a small wooden house next to the yard, and took out a small basket with paper money for incense candles, half a bottle of white wine, three bowls of lettuce, and a hatchet.

Qing Ling glanced at it and immediately straightened her body.

Gao Yang noticed Qing Ling's vigilance. On the way to the tomb, he asked Wang Zikai to chat with his uncle while he slowed down and came to Qing Ling's side.

"What's wrong?" Gao Yang asked in a low voice.

"There's something wrong with that hatchet." Qing Ling replied softly.

"what is the problem?"

"It was made by Wujin." Qingling paused and added: "There is still energy left."

Gao Yang was shocked. A few seconds later, he walked forward quickly and saw that his uncle was chatting happily with Wang Zikai.

"Uncle, let me carry it for you." Gao Yang took the basket from his uncle naturally.

"Okay." The uncle had no doubt that he was there.

Gao Yang looked at the hatchet in the basket. It was simple in style, short and long, with a flat blade. It looked like a small shovel. Its blade was silver-gray in color and its surface was dirty. It looked like iron, but it was indeed black gold.

"Uncle, why are you bringing a hatchet to the grave?" Gao Yang pretended to ask casually.

"Haha." The uncle explained with a smile: "There are a lot of vegetation on the mountain this season, and many of them have grown up to the graves. I have to clean them up."

"oh, I see."

"Your grandma used to live here with me. She would go to visit your grandpa's grave every once in a while. She would bring this knife with her. Despite her age, she was very strong..."

The uncle was rambling on in his memories, talking about whatever came to mind.

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

Gao Yang's pupils trembled, and a vague and distant scene quickly flashed through his mind.

He stared at the black-gold hatchet again and suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

Qing Ling noticed something, quickened her pace and came to Gao Yang, casting a look: What's wrong?
Gao Yang returned her look and said, "Look back."

Half an hour later, the three of them climbed up to the cemetery behind the town and went to offer incense and kowtow in front of the graves of their grandfather, grandmother, parents and parents respectively. During this period, the uncle could not help but recall many past events.

Finally, the uncle knelt at the grave where Gaoyang's parents were buried together. He put in the lit incense candles, poured three glasses of white wine, and paid respect to heaven, earth, and people.

He held the lit paper money in his hand, shaking it while whispering: "Brother, sister-in-law, Yangyang and I are here to see you..."

"Yangyang is doing well now. He is sensible, has a stable relationship with his girlfriend, and has a reliable good friend. You don't have to worry about him..."

"Xinxin is also very good, with good grades. She is still in school today, so she didn't come to see you..."

"If you two are lacking anything over there, just give it to me or Yangyang..."

"You must bless Yangyang and Xinxin...keep them safe..."

The uncle thought that the three children behind him could not hear, but it happened that the six senses of the three of them were far beyond ordinary people, and they could hear these words clearly.

The three of them stood in the grassy breeze, looking at each other in different places, and no one spoke.

After leaving the graveyard, Gao Yang and the three of them parted ways with their uncle. The uncle grabbed Gao Yang's hand and repeatedly asked some trivial matters such as eating and clothing. Gao Yang kept nodding and saying okay.

After the uncle left, the three of them immediately turned around and quietly followed the uncle back home, looking for an opportunity to steal the black gold hatchet from the small wooden house in the front yard.

"brush--"

Qing Ling hid under the wall outside the yard. With a wave of her hand, the hatchet flew out of the window of the small wooden house and landed firmly in her hand.

"Good knife." Qing Ling commented briefly and handed it to Gao Yang beside him.Gao Yang held it in his hand and looked at it intently for a while.

"Can we say it?" Qing Ling's patience was limited.

"Have I told you about my childhood dream?" Gao Yang asked.

"What dream?" Wang Zikai obviously hadn't heard of it.

"Your grandpa was killed by grandma?" Qing Ling asked.

Gao Yang nodded, "Talking while walking."

"What?!" Wang Zikai was shocked, and Gao Yang quickly covered his mouth: "Keep your voice down."

Wang Zikai took Gao Yang's hand away, feeling extremely ridiculous: "Your grandfather... was raped by your grandma..."

"Actually, my grandfather is not my grandfather, he is a hidden lizard man." Gao Yang sighed: "Talking while walking."

Gao Yang and the other three set off towards the tomb mountain again. Along the way, Gao Yang repeated the dream he had told Li Weiwei, of course, in a version that Wang Zikai could "understand".

"I know all this, what do you want to express?" Qing Ling asked after listening.

"At that time, I saw grandpa's hand..." Gao Yang paused, "When I woke up the next day, grandpa's body was covered with white cloth, and a small arm was missing."

Qing Ling's eyes lit up: "Is it related to this knife?"

Gao Yang nodded with a deep look: "After I saw this knife just now, I immediately remembered that this knife was in the picture I saw that night, but I was too young and scared at the time, so I took the initiative to forget it. "

"Ah, I know! Your grandfather's hand was cut off by this knife!" Wang Zikai finally became smarter.

"It's very possible." Gao Yang touched his chin and speculated: "This hatchet should be my grandma's weapon. My grandpa was a trumpeter among the lizard people. When he found out about my identity as a divine heir, grandma had no choice but to kill grandpa and use The knife cut off grandpa’s arm, so I woke up in the morning and found grandpa’s arm missing.”

Qing Ling took the hatchet again. She was already level 7 [Knife God] and [Metal], and her sensitivity to Wujin weapons was very strong: "There is indeed some energy left on this knife."

"Can you resonate with it?" Gao Yang asked.

Qing Ling shook his head: "It's not the energy of the awakened ones. If I interfere with it forcefully, I'm afraid it will destroy that energy."

"Then I'll take care of it!" Wang Zikai quickly took the hatchet away: "Don't worry, you won't break it."

Qing Ling rolled her eyes at Wang Zikai: "You don't need to forcefully prove that you are useful."

"You fart! I'm very useful!" Wang Zikai was stabbed in the lungs: "It's not my place yet. You can watch the show later!"

Gao Yang smiled bitterly in his heart. He really never thought that one day the two of them would quarrel.

The three of them returned to the cemetery and came to Grandpa's tombstone.

Grandpa died young, and the location of the tomb is very feng shui, but it is relatively old and has never been renovated.

Along the way, Gao Yang thought a lot, especially what his uncle said.

Grandma would stay at my uncle's house for a period of time every year, usually in spring or summer. Grandma would come to visit Grandpa's grave, and she would bring this hatchet with her every time.

If grandma has another purpose for sweeping grandpa's grave, then the first thing to investigate is grandpa's grave.

The four of them searched around the tomb. Qing Ling also activated [Metal] throughout the process to look for other Wujin nearby. Gao Yang also activated the copied [Perception] to look for other suspicious advanced life forms hiding nearby. Nothing was found.

"What to do now?" Qing Ling asked.

Gao Yang was silent for a moment, then suddenly he knelt down in front of his grandfather's grave with a "pop" sound and kowtowed three times.

Gao Yang patted the dust on his body, stood up, and looked at Wang Zikai:

"What are you doing standing still? Digging!"

(End of this chapter)