Chapter 634: Two More Sons Have Died

"Sigh~"

Kong Ming sighed.

Then he pulled a ten‑million‑dollar check from his pocket, tore it up, and tossed it into the trash bag.

Boss Qian left, so that check definitely can't be cashed.

But Kong Ming was still pleased.

That swindler, Master Gu, finally died; what a retribution!

"Heh~ Sleep!"

After yawning, Kong Ming returned to his room.

At the same time, Qian Shihao was sitting in a sedan, heading back.

In the back seat, Qian Shihao clenched his teeth and used a tissue to wipe his nosebleed clean.

He actually got a nosebleed from Kong Ming's teasing.

In Qian Shihao's mind, Taoist Kong Ming was already on equal footing with the swindler.

Yet the old fellow's calculation still had some merit.

All of this started with moving a grave.

Why did Lin Feng's ancestors become wealthy when buried there, while his own ancestors didn't?

"Fine, let's find another spot to bury them!"

Qian Shihao thought for a moment and made up his mind.

At the same moment.

Lin Xiangdong and Liang Shiyun, the old couple, were digging their own grave.

After the Qingming Festival, the old couple felt they still needed to stay hidden for a few years.

So this grave was like a "bomb", ready to expose them at any moment.

What if their son needs to move the grave again?

Hence they must prepare in advance.

During this period they spent money to secretly purchase two complete skeletons.

The time of death and the age were roughly the same as their own faked deaths.

The skeletons came from a nursing home in a western city, where the deceased had no children.

Even if the feng shui here is bad, it won't harm the descendants.

"Honey, do you think we have nothing to do, bored out of our minds?"

Lin Xiangdong put down his shovel, hand on his waist, and said.

Then he leaned against the tombstone, sat down, took out a sugar‑free chewing gum and put it in his mouth.

Liang Shiyun laughed, "Haven't you heard? Old kids get older and look more like children; this is the only fun we have now."

"Indeed! When I was young I could never have done this, now it's extremely fun, haha… cough cough!"

Lin Xiangdong laughed heartily and choked on his own saliva.

Liang Shiyun hurried over and patted Lin Xiangdong on the back.

In the midnight cemetery, the couple wasn't scared at all.

Lin Xiangdong fought on battlefields in his youth, crawling out of piles of corpses.

Liang Shiyun wasn't that brave, but with Lin Xiangdong there, she wasn't afraid either.

The fun they spoke of was hiding aside, watching Lin Feng and the many daughters‑in‑law.

When there's nothing to do, under Aunt Wang's arrangement, they hug the grandchildren.

Such a life is like standing aside watching a play, only it's the real‑life version.

Sometimes they even feel like the behind‑the‑scenes mastermind.

Every time they watch the grandchildren, it feels like a spy‑action movie…

They went from initial entanglement to today's enjoyment.

The two rested for a dozen minutes, then resumed digging.

After half an hour…

A huge jar, resembling a pickles crock, was unearthed.

Lin Xiangdong lifted the jar, seeing it filled with bones, including three skulls.

Clearly these aren't theirs; who buried them here?

"W‑What's going on?"

Liang Shiyun furrowed her brows.

Lin Xiangdong thought, "I guess someone thought the feng shui here was good and wanted to borrow our family's luck."

Liang Shiyun was stunned, a look of both crying and laughing, "Isn't this superstition? Someone still believes this, I'm amazed."

Lin Xiangdong shook his head, "We're materialists, but that doesn't mean others are the same; there are plenty of superstitious people!"

"What should we do?"

Liang Shiyun asked.

Lin Xiangdong hummed twice and said, "Crush the bones, bury them at the bottom, and we won't bother moving them again."

Liang Shiyun nodded.

The two moved the jar aside, then pried open the still‑intact joint burial coffin.

Inside were two wax figures, their interiors reinforced with steel frames.

When Lin Feng burned paper offerings, the mound heated up, melting the wax figures' surfaces.

Lin Xiangdong moved the two wax figures out, and dressed the purchased skeletal remains in funeral clothes, arranging them neatly.

As for the bones in the jar, Lin Xiangdong smashed them with a shovel and threw them around the coffin.

Then he filled it with soil.

Finally, he restored the grave mound as much as possible.

After finishing, Lin Xiangdong moved the jar to the nearby hillside, letting it roll freely down into the woods below the hillside.

As for the two wax figures, he held one in each hand; anyway, they weren't heavy.

Liang Shiyun carried two shovels, flashlight on, and left via the back mountain path of the cemetery.

Time quickly came to May 31.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

"Mr. Qian, please observe mourning!"

A middle-aged man in a black suit said apologetically.

Qian Shihao's eyes widened, and suddenly he lost his breath, collapsing onto the sofa.

"My son!"

The two women's cries sounded at the same time.

Qian Shihao's third and fourth sons had gone missing at sea while aboard a yacht not long ago.

Now they finally obtained definite news.

The middle-aged man told Qian Shihao that the yacht encountered a storm, hit a reef, and then sank into the sea.

The reason they could find the yacht is because it also had a "black box" on board.

Because the ocean is too vast, and seawater can block electromagnetic waves, that's why the search took so long.

After the sunken yacht was found, the bodies of the victims aboard were also found.

Among them were Qian Shihao's two sons.

The two had been gnawed by crabs, fish, and other marine creatures until they were no longer recognizable as human.

However, from the watches and necklaces they wore, their identities could be determined.

The middle-aged man looked at Qian Shihao with a blank expression, and there were also two grief-stricken women.

The butler called an ambulance.

However, the ambulance didn't come, and Qian Shihao woke up.

The middle-aged man was the manager of a certain search-and-rescue company, surnamed Wang, and his company was privately owned.

There were some things he hadn't yet told Qian Shihao.

Qian Shihao also knew the other party had something to say, so after waking up he drove everyone out of the house,

Then he frowned and asked, "Manager Wang, what's going on? Tell me the truth!"

Manager Wang said, "Mr. Qian, to keep this matter under wraps, we've spent quite a bit!"

"How much?"

Qian Shihao asked.

Manager Wang calmly said, "Twenty million!"

"Good!"

Qian Shihao nodded.

Manager Wang then said, "Mr. Qian's third and fourth sons probably had done something; they brought a woman aboard the yacht with explosives. The yacht was blown up……"

Having said that, Manager Wang took out a file bag from his briefcase and handed it to Qian Shihao: "All the information we investigated is in here, guaranteed no copies."

"Thank you!"

Qian Shihao received the file bag.

"Just transfer the money to our company's account, goodbye!"

Manager Wang finished speaking and turned to leave.