The emperor probably knew that Duanmu Yawang was going to deal with the burial of her parents again. They sent a lot of funeral supplies. The emperor himself wrote a poem of mourning and seemed to care about them.

A busy day, the day after tomorrow will arrive soon.

Early in the morning, the sky was still gray, Duanmu Yawang and Duanmu Liguang wore white mourning clothes. Among the six Taoist priests, there were also a group of people who advocated suona, carrying a very large coffin, towards Lihua Mountain. Go.

This time, it was all on foot, and it happened to arrive at about noon.

After arriving, they remained motionless, but a few kept staring at the sun above their heads. At noon, when it was time for the highest light in Japan, the sun hid in a sudden dark cloud, concealing the glow.

One of the elderly Taoist priests watched, closed his eyes and muttered a word, then opened his eyes after a moment: "Get up!"

As a result, a group of people specially invited to raise the grave began to cut the soil.

Finally, cut out two stone coffins.

Looking at the two coffins, Duanmu Yawang subconsciously never came to me. Seeing him staring straight at the two coffins, his old eyes were slightly moist, "Grandpa..."

Duanmu Yawang has mixed feelings.

Duanmu Liguang wiped the corners of her eyes twice, and reached out to rub her head, "Grandpa is okay."

After the two coffins were cut out, they did not immediately open the coffins. A group of people began to deal with the grave and dug a new grave. At the same time, the song of death became louder and louder. The sound of the death song became louder, and it sounded very sad. .

After everything was arranged, the Taoist priest gave an order: "Open the coffin!"

The two coffins opened at the same time, and there was a peculiar smell inside.

Although it has been more than ten years, there will still be some peculiar smell remaining in the coffin.

The coffin was opened, and Duan Muya looked inside, and saw that the corpse inside had long since disappeared, leaving only two pairs of bones in old clothes.

Of course, the positions of their heads are scattered with snow-white silver hair.

Duanmu Yawang can look straight at the appearance of the coffin, and Duanmu Liguang is old, and coupled with his deep affection for his son and daughter-in-law, he just glanced at it.

Binoculars are red.

Duanmu Yawang hugged his arm as comfort.

After the coffin was opened, the Taoist priests asked them to remove the two bones, and before putting them in the new coffin, they rearranged their appearances.

This grooming includes putting on new clothes and tidying up the bones.

They first took off the old clothes on the corpse, then the Taoist priests brought special things, and several people cleaned the stains on the corpse and all kinds of dust marks.

When they were dealing with it, Duanmu Yawang was watching.

She knows medicine and autopsy herself, and then she found that after the marks on the body were washed, the body was white and clean, but there was a crack on both of their necks, which was not clear.

Duanmuya knew it was a knife mark at a glance.

Moreover, both of the neck bones showed such knife marks on the neck veins.

Looking at the two cracks, Duanmu Yawang frowned, couldn't help but walk over and bend down to take a closer look, Duanmu looked at her sharply, and held her: "Ya, you are still young, don't stay so close."

"Grandpa, it's okay."

Duanmu Yawang soothed Duanmu Liguang, then carefully stared at the two knife marks, watched its shape and trend, and then guessed the scene that caused such marks at that time.

Finally, her brows grew deeper and deeper, "Grandpa, how did my parents die?"

Duanmu Liguang said softly: "When encountering a battle, your parents died in a glorious battle."

"Dead in battle?"

Duanmu Yawang turned her eyes and stared at Duanmu Liguang: "Then why is the knife mark on the neck of my father and mother more like suicide?"

"suicide?"

Duanmu stared sternly, "How is this possible? Your parents loved you and your brother so much, and you were in bad condition at the time. How could they be willing to commit suicide?"

"Besides, your father and mother are not the kind of weak people, and it is impossible to commit suicide. At the time, many people on the battlefield could testify that your father and mother died in battle!"

"Is it?"

Duanmu Yawang looked at the two wounds. The knowledge she had learned in the last life told her that the only fatal wound of the two corpses was the knife mark on the neck, and the trend and shape of the knife mark could only be made by suicide!

"Yah, why did you say that just now?"

Duanmu Liguang couldn't help asking.

"No."

Duanmu Yawang didn't know how to explain to Duanmu Liguang for a while, but here the Taoist priests cleaned the two corpses and put on new clothes. When they were about to move the two bones to the new coffin, the Taoist priest said: " Miss Duanmu and King Zhongyong should be together. Moving the body requires the help of relatives."

"good."

Duanmu Yawang and Duanmu Liguang responded and moved the two bodies into the new coffins.

After the corpses were moved, the hair scattered on the old coffin was moved to the new coffin.

After doing everything, the Taoist placed a few pieces of shutters in the coffin and sprinkled some spiritual water, and then ordered: "Close the coffin!"

The coffin was closed again, while the song of death was played, while the poems of death were chanted, the coffin was lowered into the pit again.

The tomb was built up, the tombstone was re-established, and the sacrifices were taken out to worship, and the group left.

It was already dark when Duanmu Yawang returned home.

Coming down from Lihua Mountain, Duanmu Liguang's mood had not been high. After so many years, he was still sad. He didn't even eat dinner at night and went back to the room.

Duanmu Yawang was a little worried about him, but he also knew that he wanted to be quiet and didn't bother him. He just found Steward Liu and told him: "Today, Grandpa only ate one or two buns when he went there, but he never ate or drank. I’m in a bad mood now, and I probably can’t fall asleep. Later, you watch to bring him some digestible porridge to fill up his stomach. Don’t let him starve."

"Yes."

Steward Liu sighed, "The prince must be sad. Every year on the anniversary of the death of his son and his wife, he is not considered to be worshipping, but that day is not in a good mood. Sometimes staying in the room for a day is useless. "

Duanmu Yawang nodded.

Steward Liu sighed: "Today, the prince is willing to take you to see the son and his wife. The mood is not bad. It is much better than in previous years. Thanks to you, Missy."

Duanmuya patted him on the shoulder without saying a word.

After a few more conversations with Steward Liu, she went back to the room.

In the room, willing Xiao Bailu and Huo Fei were both present, Duan Mu Yawang ate something, then remembered something, and took out two strands of hair from her arms.

These two hairs were secretly hidden when she moved the hairs of the two of them, and no one found them.

She put her hair in place, and then took out the DNA testing tool from the medical system.

She always felt that the knife marks on the two corpses were weird. Somehow, she had a very strong idea in her mind, and she wanted to test the DNA of the two.