<h4>Chapter 1172: Shot?</h4>
He Xiyan finally changed her parents’ burial ce to the one chosen by the fengshui master, which was located in the southwest of the mountain, more than one kilometer away from here.
However, the fengshui master mentioned that her mother’s soul was unwilling to leave because of Ye Hao’s arrival, which she didn’t understand even on her way home.
She thought that her mother’s biggest wish was to find Manman. It should be the arrival of Manman that fulfilled her mother’s wish.
As for Ye Hao, he simply came to her mother’s tomb once with her many years ago.
The car was heading for the Sha City airport. It was Ye Hao was driving the car that he rented.
Xixi sat in the co-driver’s seat. Since she hadn’t had a good rest in the past two days, she had already fallen asleep in the car.
He Xiyan was sitting in the back seat with Yuanyuan.
He Xiyan didn’t speak much in the whole process. She just turned to look out of the window, looking at the scenery she used to be familiar with.
What she had experienced during this Qingming Festival was still vivid in her mind. She believed that she would never forget that in her life.
Suddenly, He Xiyan’s hand was pulled by Yuanyuan. Yuanyuan got near his mom’s ear, whispering, “Mom, the day the coffin was opened, Xixi secretly went to the graveyard.”
“What?”
He Xiyan was stunned, shivering all of a sudden, as if being struck by lightning.
Ye Hao also frowned doubtfully, not understanding what his son meant. Wasn’t it normal for Xixi to go to the graveyard? After all, she was not a child of several years old.
“Xixi went to see grandma’s bones.” Yuanyuan again added.
She still remembered what the fengshui master had told her, saying that Xixi could not go to the graveyard, or there would be a bloody ident.
He Xiyan’s back suddenly turned cold, breaking out into a cold sweat.
Some things were better to be taken to heart whether they were credible or not, because there were incidents anyway.
She suddenly regretted that she hadn’t found someone to look after Xi Xii. She thought that since she had grown so old, she should follow her words and not go to the graveyard. How could she...
“What’s the matter?” Ye Hao turned around, catching the worry on He Xiyan’s face sharply.
Yuanyuan also looked at Ye Hao at this time.
There was no hatred and grudge he had in his eyes when he was a child. The eyesight was light.
He looked at him as if he was looking at a familiar stranger.
“The fengshui master said that Xixi could not go to the graveyard, or there would be bloody idents. Xixi, however, was on the spot the day when the coffin was opened.” There seemed to be some worries in the peaceful voice of Yuanyuan.
Although he didn’t believe the fengshui master’s nonsense, once he heard that, there would always be worries in his heart. He had only one sister. Naturally, he wanted her to live a good life.
Ye Hao’s eyebrows were twisted, a touch of worry shed through his amber eyes. But he soon calmed down and said in a deep voice, “The fengshui master, the fortune teller are all liars. Don’t listen to their nonsense.”
Ye Hao still remembered that many years ago, he turned to have a fortune be told of Yanyan. The fortune teller said that if Yanyan was still alive, Yuanyuan or Xixi could not live past three years old. Now both children had grown so old.
Sure enough, that blind fortune teller was just a liar, just calling bluff.
The car then got near the airport, and the rentalpany sent someone to collect it.
The first to get off was Ye Hao, followed by Yuanyuan, then He Xiyan and Xixi.
Xixi didn’t seem to wake up. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, walked unsteadily.
Walking by her mother’s side at first, she fell behind in the blink of an eye, seven or eight meters behind.
She was about to run over to catch up with her mother.
All of a sudden, “bang”, the sound of the pistol, came over.
Xixi fell to the ground as the sound arose.