178: Who's the kind person who brings their dog to dig up a grave in the middle of the night?

Chapter 178: Who in their right mind brings a dog to dig up graves in the middle of the night? The four stumbled into the backyard.

A dilapidated Jinbei van was parked there, with an advertisement for “Specializing in Leak Repair” printed on its body.

"Get in the car!"

Old Ghost pulled open the car door and kicked the still-stunned Golden Retriever, cage and all, into the car. "A dog's life is important, but a human's life is even more important!"

Boom!

The Jinbei van's engine let out a bovine wheeze, then shot forward violently.

Just as the car sped out of the alley.

Rumble—!!!

A violent explosion occurred at the Renxin Clinic behind them.

It wasn't a gas tank.

It was those Scavenger beetles.

Thousands of beetles self-destructed simultaneously, their power no less than a high-explosive grenade.

Flames shot skyward.

That was Old Ghost's life's work.

The Jinbei van sped through the night, Old Ghost gripping the steering wheel tightly, tears welling in his eyes, cursing incessantly.

"Bastard... my microscope... my specimens..."

"That was Wang Daoming's birthday gift to me..."

Chen Mo sat in the passenger seat, watching the increasingly distant blaze in the rearview mirror.

His heartbeat remained steady.

"Old Ghost."

Chen Mo suddenly spoke.

"What is it?!" Old Ghost roared, his voice tearful. "Do you want me to pay for damages again? I'm bankrupt!"

"Drive east."

Chen Mo pointed to an intersection ahead.

"Where to? East is the way out of the city, it's definitely full of checkpoints!"

"Not out of the city."

Chen Mo's eyes glowed eerily in the darkness. "To the graveyard."

"Graveyard?"

Everyone in the car was stunned.

"Since Wang Daoming Li Kes to play at feigning death."

Chen Mo pulled out the coin he got from Ling's body from his pocket and flipped it between his fingers.

"Then we'll go dig up his ancestral grave."

"Let's see what treasure is hidden in that corpse you sewed up..."

"That he couldn't bear to take with him."

Li Ke huddled in the back seat, weakly raising his hand.

"Brother Mo, I have a question."

"Speak."

"Digging up graves... that's illegal, right?"

Chen Mo turned around, looking at the fat man, a cruel arc forming at the corner of his mouth.

"We are now terrorists wanted city-wide."

"Do you think we care about adding another charge of grave robbery?"

"Besides..."

Chen Mo turned his head, looking at the dark road ahead.

"Dead people don't call the police."

"Unless, they're not completely dead."

...The Jinbei van's suspension system had been scrapped five years ago.

Every bump caused the chassis to emit a screech Li Ke it was about to fall apart.

"Slow down! Slow down!"

Li Ke huddled in the back seat, clutching the unopened urn tightly.

Old Ghost had casually rescued it from the clinic, saying it would definitely come in handy later.

"Is that a speed bump? That's a pit!" Li Ke's face turned green. "I feel Li Ke my stomach is tying itself in knots in my throat."

Old Ghost ignored him, his foot seemingly welded to the accelerator.

The needle on the dashboard jumped wildly, showing that this broken car had already reached ninety miles per hour.

The streetlights outside the window became scarcer.

The city's neon lights were left behind, replaced by large expanses of dark tree shadows, Li Ke a group of menacing ghosts.

"If we keep driving, we'll be out of the province."

Ninth Master sat in the passenger seat, using the faint light of his phone screen to loudly sharpen a surgical knife on a whetstone.

"Turn right ahead." Chen Mo stared at the phone navigation. "Three more kilometers."

"Phoenix Mountain Cemetery?"

Old Ghost spun the steering wheel, and the Jinbei van drifted precariously on the wet road. "That's a rich area, security is tighter than a bank."

"That was before."

Chen Mo extinguished his cigarette butt in the car's ashtray, which was already piled high. "The current security is outsourced, two thousand five a month, they just play on their phones or sleep."

The wheels crunched over the gravel road, making a series of crisp crackling sounds.

Five minutes later.

The Jinbei van plunged into a small grove on the back hill of the cemetery, engine off, lights out.

The world instantly fell silent.

Only the Golden Retriever barked, oblivious to the danger.

"Shhh!"

Li Ke clapped a hand over the dog's mouth, only to get a hand full of slobber.

He wiped it distastefully on Ninth Master's clothes, earning him a murderous look.

"Grab your tools."

Chen Mo pushed open the car door, and the cold wind, carrying the smell of damp earth, rushed in.

The trunk opened.

There were no professional Luoyang shovels or Whirlwind shovels.

Only two rusty iron shovels, a hoe, and Old Ghost's pry bar for repairing sewers.

"Are we really digging?"

Looking at the rows of pale tombstones in the moonlight, Li Ke's legs started to tremble. "If we get caught, it's at least three years, and..."

He swallowed, his voice extremely low: "Don't you think it's creepy here? A pervert Li Ke Wang Daoming, if he turns into a ghost after death, he'll definitely be a vengeful spirit."

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Old Ghost threw an iron shovel at Li Ke, nearly hitting his foot. "He's a pervert, we're desperate fugitives. Logically, ghosts should be afraid of us."

"No more nonsense."

Chen Mo, carrying the hoe, led the way into the waist-deep weeds. "Area A, Row 7, Number 14."

The cemetery was muddy after the rain.

Four people and a dog moved Li Ke ghosts through the forest of gravestones.

Ninth Master, as expected of an old hand, walked almost silently, even treading softly on dry branches.

In contrast, Li Ke slipped every few steps, still dragging the Golden Retriever, who thought they were on an outing and was excitedly trying to mark its territory by urinating.

"We're here."

Chen Mo stopped.

Before them was an extremely grand tomb.

White marble railings, imported marble tombstone, and even two pots of long-dead money trees placed in front of the tombstone.

A black and white photo was embedded in the tombstone.

Wang Daoming wore gold-rimmed glasses, a characteristic gentle smile with a hint of disdain on his lips.

"So this is that bastard's lair?"

Old Ghost walked up and tapped the tombstone with his shovel, producing a clear sound. "Quite spacious, bigger than my clinic."

"Let's get to work."

Chen Mo didn't waste words, directly raising his hoe.

Thud!

The first strike brought up a large clump of wet mud with grass roots.

"What a sin..." Li Ke muttered "Amitabha" while reluctantly working, shoveling faster than anyone, afraid that if he slowed down, the Golden Retriever would fill the hole back in.

The dog seemed to take this as some kind of treasure hunt game, its front paws digging furiously, splattering mud on Ninth Master's face.

Half an hour later.

A pit over a meter deep appeared before them.

The shovel hit something hard.

Clang.

It was the sound of a coffin lid.

"Good wood."

Ninth Master squatted down, wiping the mud off the coffin lid with his sleeve. "Golden Silk Nanmu. This coffin alone is worth at least a million or so. That bastard really spared no expense on himself."

"Pry the nails."

Chen Mo jumped into the pit, inserting the pry bar into the gap of the coffin lid.

Old Ghost and Ninth Master also jumped down, and the three of them chanted a rhythm, pulling with all their might.

Creak—

The heavy coffin nails made a teeth-grinding screeching sound.

Li Ke clung to the edge of the pit, only daring to show his eyes, clutching the urn tightly as if it were his only charm.

"One, two, lift!"

Boom!

The heavy coffin lid was pried open and fell into the mud and water beside it.

An indescribable smell wafted out.

Not the stench of a corpse.

But a strong, strange odor Li Ke formaldehyde mixed with some kind of spice.

Four flashlight beams simultaneously shone into the coffin.

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