Zhan Ye's little Jiaojiao has hung up

"what happened?"

Mr. Geography saw that something was wrong with the servant, so he hurried forward.

The servant pointed to the coffin, swallowed, eyes full of fear: "It's empty..."

"Inside, it's empty."

These words were like a depth charge dropped on the scene, and everyone looked at the opened coffin in disbelief.

The crying stopped abruptly.

When Bai Yangyang heard that the inside was empty, he rushed forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Inside, it was really empty.

How could this be?
Bai Yangyang stared at the coffin with tears in his eyes: "Why did this happen—"

She saw her mother being put into the coffin with her own eyes, and she was buried here, why is it empty now?

Mo Yan didn't expect this to happen, subconsciously supported Bai Yangyang: "Yangyang, are you okay?"

Bai Yangyang looked at him tremblingly: "Brother, my mother was buried here back then, why is it empty?"

When Mo Qingshuang passed away, Mo Yan had already left the country.

He was not there.

But the whole village participated in that funeral, and everyone watched Mo Qingshuang die and be buried here with their own eyes.

But now, the coffin is empty.

Mr. Geography did not expect that he had demolished many graves over the years.

Unexpectedly, I met the empty one.

"Old lady, what should I do now?"

Old Madam Mo stared at the empty coffin, then looked at Bai Yangyang: "Back then, were you sure that Qingshuang passed away?"

Bai Yangyang covered his face, "Of course, when my mother passed away in my arms, I personally organized the funeral. Everyone in the village came to help. We saw her buried here with our own eyes..."

Mo Yan's Adam's apple rolled slightly, feeling even more sad.

"Old lady, I was not in China back then, but we all knew that Aunt Mo had passed away."

Moreover, the villagers personally sealed the coffin...

Old lady Mo's fingers trembled slightly.

Speaking of this, Mr. Geography immediately went to the coffin and examined it carefully.

"The coffin has been pried before..."

Mr. Geography said in a deep voice, and made a bold guess: "Either Miss Mo didn't die back then, she was rescued, or her tomb was stolen."

When Bai Yangyang heard this, all the strength in his body seemed to be drained.

It took three full days between Mo Qingshuang's death and his burial.

In the past three days, she had imagined countless times that her mother could still wake up.

But neither.

She watched helplessly as the coffin was sealed, but now, the coffin was empty.

She wiped her tears and trembled all over her body: "It was stolen, it must have been stolen... If my mother hadn't passed away, she would have returned after all these years."

It must be like this.

In her previous life, she lived in a muddle, and her life was worse than death.

If mom is still alive, she will definitely come back for her.

But no.

She never showed up.

Old Madam Mo saw that she was agitated, and took a deep breath: "In that case, let's check in the village first."

……

Outside the cemetery.

Zhan Beixiao stood with his hands behind his back.

He was only wearing a light-colored shirt, and it was chilly.

He didn't seem to feel the cold.

Qi Bei stood aside, half of his body was numb from the cold: "Master Zhan, why don't you get in the car and wait?"

It is early winter now, and the terrain of Crescent Spring Village is too high and the temperature is low.

The cold wind was howling, and he was a little bit overwhelmed.

Zhan Beixiao didn't say a word, but he refused invisibly.

Time seemed to be pressed on the accelerator, and at twelve noon, everyone came out.

Qi Bei scanned around, but did not find the coffin.

"Master Zhan, something is wrong, where is Miss Bai's mother's coffin?"

When Zhan Beixiao heard the sound, a pair of pitch-black eyes passed through the crowd and landed on Bai Yangyang.

She should have cried.

The eyes were red and swollen and wet.

Mo Yan beside her supported her, she walked slowly, trembling all over.

Zhan Beixiao frowned, his knife-like eyes fell on Mo Yan's hand that supported her——

Mo Yan seemed to sense the danger, he glanced around, and met Zhan Beixiao's murderous gaze.

In an instant, he felt a chill down his spine, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand.

The Mo family walked out of the cemetery with sullen faces.

When Bai Yangyang saw him, he shook off Mo Yan, ran up to him, hugged his waist, and whimpered.

"Empty, it's empty..."

She choked with sobs, and the tears fell urgently and fiercely.

Zhan Beixiao looked at the crying and trembling girl in his arms, and subconsciously patted her on the back: "What?"

Mo Yan followed behind and approached slowly.

"Aunt Mo's tomb is empty."

He said with some difficulty: "The current conclusion is that it may have been stolen."

Only then did Zhan Beixiao realize why Bai Yangyang was crying so sadly, and he put his big hand on her waist, exerting a little force.

Then he glanced at Mo Yan impatiently: "From now on, stay away from her."

He hugged Bai Yangyang and brought her into the car.

Qi Bei got in the car and drove away.

Mo Yan stood where he was, with his usual expression on his face.

He never thought of getting involved between them, he knew that Bai Yangyang liked Zhan Beixiao.

He is also willing to return to the position of being a brother.

But Zhan Beixiao seemed to have deep hostility towards him.

Bai Yangyang was stuffed into the car, tears still falling fiercely.

Zhan Beixiao stroked her face and held her in his arms: "I'll check for you, I'll check for you."

It was as if something exploded in Bai Yangyang's mind, and the pain spread out intermittently.

The pictures of the funeral that year kept flashing through her mind, and every place was very clear.

She watched the coffin being buried with her mother inside.

The biggest possibility now is that my mother's coffin was stolen.

Every time she thought of such a possibility, her heart seemed to be pierced by a knife, slashing at her heart frantically, the pain made her feel weak all over.

Zhan Beixiao kissed the top of her hair, his voice hoarse.

When the Mo family returned to the hotel, the old lady Mo sat down on the sofa: "Check it out, check it out for me immediately!"

What happened today was undoubtedly a fatal blow.

Her most beloved daughter even had her coffin stolen!

She was trembling with anger, stomped her crutches, and gritted her teeth: "If I know who did it, I will skin her and cramp her!"

Mo Qingxue was the happiest when she saw that the coffin was empty.

Mo Qingshuang, Mo Qingshuang, even if you have been forgiven by the Mo Family, so what, even the coffin has been stolen!

you deserve it!
Who told you to try to return to the Mo Family?

Don't worry, your daughter will go down to accompany you, sooner or later!

After the old lady Mo gave her orders, Qiu Qianchuan took Mo Qingxue back to the room, looked at her with a sullen face.

"Does this matter have anything to do with you?"