Xiao Mo also responded to Yang Huaming with a serious look, "Don't worry, Fourth Uncle, I will never make fun of everyone's lives."

"Uncle Fourth, if you don't believe it, please take a look!"

In full view of everyone, Xiao Mo came back to the coffin. He clasped his hands together and leaned slightly to bow to Yang Hualin in the coffin.

"Uncle Yang, I'm offended!"

Xiao Mo stretched out his hands, took Yang Hualin's folded hands away in front of him, and grabbed one in his hand.

Then, grab one of the longest black nails and break it off hard.

"Crack!"

It was like a dead branch peeling off the tree, falling off with a crisp sound, the nails were pinched in the hand, and Yang Hualin's finger was already bare.

Everyone nearby took a breath of cold air when they saw it.

If this act of directly breaking off the fingernails happened to any living person present, it would cause heartbreaking pain and cold sweat, and the fingers would be dripping with blood.

However, what about Yang Hualin?

No reaction at all!

The fingers were bare except for a crescent-shaped tooth, and there was no sign of any bloodshot eyes.

As for the teeth that have not been removed cleanly, everyone can guess without thinking too much that new nails will definitely grow back!

That would be terrible, it makes one’s hair stand on end just thinking about it.

"Everyone has seen it, right? When daytime comes, no matter what we do to Uncle Yang, he will not react at all." Xiao Mo put Yang Hualin's hand back to its original position, then turned around and told everyone.

"However, if it is left open like this, it will be difficult to tell after nightfall." Xiaomo added.

"So, Third Uncle, Fourth Uncle, Fifth Uncle, if you insist on moving the grave of Second Uncle Yang, then we must hurry up, we must take advantage of the daylight, and if we don't move, we must burn the body now to avoid future trouble!"

Xiaomo said again.

The three brothers Yang Huazhong exchanged a few glances, and Yang Huazhou said: "Third brother, you make up your mind!"

Yang Huaming nodded.

Yang Huazhong then said to Xiao Mo: "We must move, otherwise the old man will not be able to explain it!"

"It's just Xiaomo, my second brother is like this... It's definitely not okay to move here like this."

"It wouldn't be appropriate to burn it to ashes and then move it there. Can you help me think of something?"

It’s no wonder that Yang Huazhong has these scruples, the word “broken bones and raised ashes” is very taboo!

Unless they were like Yang Hualin's first wife, Yang, whose body had to be burned and a tomb erected because she was infected with the plague.

Otherwise, in all other cases, they will be buried!

Xiaomo pondered for a moment and said, "If it doesn't burn, there is a way. I'm afraid you won't be able to do it."

"What's the solution? Come and listen!" Yang Huazhong said.

Xiao Mo was still a little hesitant.

Yang Huaming and the others were already stomping their feet and urging: "What time is it? Xiaomo, if you are a man, stop whining! Say it quickly!"

Xiao Mo turned around and pointed at the intact body of Yang Hualin in the coffin: "I will chop it with a knife and ax to remove the skin and flesh, and then I will pick up the bones and take them away for burial!"

Everyone was dumbfounded when they heard Xiao Mo's method.

In front of my eyes, there is already a sense of pictures.

That feeling... I can’t even think about it!

Even the pig-butcher Xiaojie’s father felt his whole body light up and his calves trembled when he thought of that scene.

"Can't you? This is my father!" Yang Yongbai came back to his senses and said tremblingly.

Yang Huaming gave him a cold look: "If you can come up with a better way, then it's up to you!"

Yang Yongbai became mute.

Xiao Mo continued: "If we don't move the grave, now that we have dug up Uncle Yang and let him see the light of day again, we still can't keep his body, it will cause a big disaster!"

Lao Yang's family all understood Xiao Mo's meaning and either burned it into a handful of ashes or chopped it into pieces and left the bones for reburial.

Choose one of the two, there is no third option.

"Xiao Mo, I want to ask you something." Yang Huazhong considered it and spoke again.

"Third uncle, please ask."

"Well, if we come to chop it, won't it take a while? That will delay the time of moving the grave, isn't that bad?"

"Third brother, third brother, our second brother has become such a human being and a ghost, why are we still so stubborn about guarding that time?"

As soon as Yang Huazhong finished speaking, he was snatched away by Yang Huaming.

Yang Huaming had previously learned that the sun was rising in broad daylight and that his second brother's body would not pop out, so he became more courageous.

While talking, he even dared to pat the coffin, and then said loudly: "Every time is good or bad, it's already like this, what can be worse than this? Chop it, chop it, so as not to become a disaster for the climate!"

Yang Huazhong still looked embarrassed.

He turned around and asked Blacksmith Luo and others for their opinions.

Blacksmith Luo and Changgen Da Niu Wang Hongtao also nodded. Changgen said: "Although this method is a bit cruel and bloody, for the sake of our fathers and fellow villagers, we really cannot be soft-hearted."

Dan Niu also said with a pale face in fear: "Brother Yang was a human when he was alive, so there's no need to say that, but now this corpse has changed, and he is a different species from us."

Wang Hongtao also pondered for a while and said: "Third brother, let's make a decision. This matter should be dealt with how it should be dealt with."

Blacksmith Luo said: "When the old man gets tattooed, let's all talk about it. We all have this opinion. The old man is sensible and will not blame you for making such a decision!"

After receiving their understanding and support, Yang Huazhong looked at Yang Yongjin, Yang Yongbai and the others.

Yang Yongjin said: "Uncle San, we have discussed it with Yongbai. The matter has come to this, and this is the only way. Please make a decision on our behalf!"

Yang Yongbai was supported on the left and right by Yang Yongzhi and Yang Yongqing. He looked haggard and sad, but his eyes were firm.

"Third uncle, for the sake of the safety of the descendants of our old Yang family, I also agree with the chopping. I believe that my father has a spirit in heaven, and I also hope that I can be reincarnated cleanly. I don't want to die and leave a trace of disaster behind.

A pariah in the world!"

At this point, Yang Huazhong got everyone's support. He turned around and nodded heavily to Xiao Mo: "Okay, let's chop it!"

Everyone came to move the grave in the mountains today. They not only brought shovels and hoes, but also hatchets, axes, saws and other tools.

As for why you need to bring these things?

On the one hand, it is for use when going into the mountains and encountering wild animals.

On the other hand, I also considered that if the coffin got stuck or something, I had to have tools at hand to break it open.

Unexpectedly, the coffin did not need to be broken open, but these tools had to be used to deal with Yang Hualin...

Things in the world, plans really cannot keep up with changes.

Under Xiao Mo's arrangement, everyone worked together to lift Yang Hualin out of the coffin and place him in an open space aside.

At this time, a fiery red sun has risen from the eastern sky, and the rays of light shine down on this empty ground.

"I'll chop it." Xiao Mo said.

"You should avoid those who are related to you by blood!" Xiao Mo reminded him as he glanced at the people present.

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Chapter completed!