Strongest Guard

Loong Chengcheng, who was already in dire straits, had just shamed Lee Nanfang into going against the Yue Family's Daughter-in-law and Eldest Miss, touching Yue Qingke's bottom line. Under his rage, he made the decision that even after a woman died, she wouldn't be able to rest in peace.    

When Loong Chengcheng was still alive, perhaps she still had the status of Yue Qingke's ex-wife, so she wouldn't be humiliated by a nobody like Lee Ming.    

But was she dead?    

After she died, she no longer had any relationship with Yue Qingke and the Yue Clan. She was just a corpse.    

Yue Qingke was able to pay a hefty sum to humiliate a corpse and punish her for the unforgivable mistake she committed while she was still alive.    

Lee Ming and the Liu Family were forced by Young Master Yue's power.    

Secondly, there were still three hundred thousand yuan worth of benefits to be had. Furthermore, what the young master said was right, when they saw the extremely flirtatious young mistress of the Yue Clan, they would all secretly tilt at her.    

This was very normal.    

A fair and graceful lady, isn't that what a noble should do?    

Due to the huge gap in status, Lee Ming and the other gentlemen did not dare to chase after the Yue clan's eldest young mistress. However, after she died, taking advantage of the heat from her corpse to kiss could be considered fulfilling their long-cherished wish.    

Loong Chengcheng didn't notice the damage that her eloquence had done to her.    

She was about to go to a blissful world with her son. How could she have the heart to think about such things?    

She only wanted to be able to take one more look at her son at the last moment.    

"My little darling, we're a pair. Kiss a little. Uh-huh. Wave, wave.    

Loong Chengcheng leaned against a tree, softly humming the nursery rhyme as she kissed her son's small mouth.    

Her son was being kissed by her for fun as he giggled. Both of his hands shook wildly, and sounds of 'yaya' came from his mouth.    

He loved it when his mother played this game with him. Whenever the game started, he would laugh and shake his hands as he talked to his mother.    

Only this time, it was clearly different from last time. There were large teardrops that dripped onto the child's open mouth, making him feel a bitter taste. He frowned, and smacked his lips a few times before laughing again.    

While Loong Chengcheng and her son were playing this game over and over again, Lee Ming and her son were digging a pit with all their might.    

Two strong men with sharp army shovels, digging a hole where they could bury their mother and their child.    

What's more, there was still some kind of evil force supporting them.    

After about ten minutes, a one meter deep pit was dug.    

Lee Ming and Lee Ming raised their hands to wipe the sweat on their foreheads. They looked at each other and politely said to Loong Chengcheng, "Madam, it's time."    

"Sigh, so fast? I haven't seen enough of my son. "    

Loong Chengcheng raised her head and looked at the dark pit. With a low voice, she begged, "Can the two of you please dig deeper and bigger?"    

She had troubled the two of them to dig deeper and bigger, so she hoped to delay it for a few minutes so that she could have a better look at her son.    

She really couldn't bear to see her son die.    

With his chubby little face and his single, grape-like eyes, he giggled and the scent of milk wafted from his small mouth. What a good boy, why did those people have to kill him?    

It was his mother who was guilty. He was innocent.    

However, the Yue Clan would rather let go of the guilty Loong Chengcheng than kill an innocent child.    

What was going on in this world?    

Maybe it's because I've done too many bad things before.    

Loong Chengcheng smiled miserably, but Lee Ming shook his head and said again, "Madam, the time is here. Please don't make things difficult for us, both of us, who are just little people following orders. "    

Dig deeper?    

What a joke.    

If we dig even larger and deeper, won't it take a lot of effort for us to dig you out later?    

In any case, your bad luck has already been decided and cannot be changed.    

"Then, give me another ten, no, half an hour."    

Loong Chengcheng also seemed to be considerate of others as she pleaded in a low voice.    

Lee Ming shook his head: "No."    

Only when one was on the verge of death would one know how precious every second of life was.    

Loong Chengcheng hated herself. In the past thirty years or so, she had wasted too much time and spent too much time scheming against people. Now, she wanted to stay with her son for another half an hour, but she was mercilessly rejected.    

She was angry, and shouted angrily: "Impudent! All of you are just Yue Qingke's lackeys, what qualifications do you have... "    

Lee Ming took a step forward, and laughed sinisterly as he interrupted her: "Do you think you're still the Young Mistress of the Yue Clan, the eldest miss of the Loong Family? You're just a man on the verge of death, whose soul will never be at peace after death. I advise you to stop with your arrogant face and go to hell. We brothers are only following orders. If you have offended us in any way, please do not blame us in the underworld. If you want to hate someone, then hate the person you should hate. "    

Lee Ming said at the same time as his companion and grabbed Loong Chengcheng's shoulders.    

"Let me go, let me go!"    

Loong Chengcheng screamed and struggled.    

The child in her arms, affected by her mother's fear, burst into tears.    

Lee Ming and the others definitely wouldn't let her go.    

When the two of them grabbed Loong Chengcheng's shoulders, they were wearing thin clothes and their hearts were pounding. They just wanted her to die quickly so that the two brothers could "pay" them when they died.    

"Please, give me ten more minutes--no, give me five more minutes! "Give me five minutes and let me have a good look at my son, will you?"    

After Loong Chengcheng failed to resist, she wailed and begged.    

"I'm sorry."    

Lee Ming and Lee Ming used their full strength to push Loong Chengcheng into the pit.    

Without waiting for Loong Chengcheng to get up, Lee Ming put the military shovel in her arms and said with an evil grin, "If you dare to climb any further, I will stab his neck."    

Loong Chengcheng didn't dare to move.    

Even though he knew that the two of them were going to die, he didn't want his son to be physically injured before he died.    

He could only hug his son tightly, biting his lips and slowly lie down.    

The child was still crying, his voice hoarse.    

It was as though he already knew that his fate was extremely miserable.    

A shovelful of earth, a shovelful of dirt, a shovelful of dirt.    

Loong Chengcheng suddenly turned over and kneeled down in the hole. She bent her body and protected the child beneath her.    

This way, she would be able to try her best to lift up the last bit of sky for her son, allowing him to live for a bit longer.    

Lee Ming seemed to be moved by her actions. He tried his best not to bury the soil in her upper body.    

Soon enough, Loong Chengcheng's body, which was below her waist, was covered in mud.    

Beneath his bent body, it was filled with scattered dirt.    

Next, it was finally time to bury the area above her waist.    

Looking at the woman who was trying her best to help her son raise the sky, Lee Ming suddenly laughed and said softly: "Madam, do you know? The young master has instructed us to dig you out after you die and enjoy your warm body. For this, the Young Master gave us three hundred thousand each. "    

Loong Chengcheng's upper body, which was still exposed, suddenly trembled. She raised her head, eyes wide, teeth biting her lips, and blood trickled down her chin.    

She did not speak.    

What else could she say?    

Even if she did, would it change the bad luck of being raped and turned into a corpse after death?    

She could only stare at Lee Ming and the other girl with vicious eyes.    

Lee Ming was a bit guilty and started to regret saying all these in advance.    

The way the woman stared at him was simply too frightening.    

He estimated that for a long period of time in the future, he would never forget that he would always see those eyes in his dreams.    

Subconsciously averting his gaze, he mumbled, "I-I'm sorry. Grievances have their share, debts have their owners, please don't resent us two brothers. We can only obey orders. "    

"What if I give you one million yuan?"    

Loong Chengcheng finally spoke. Her voice was hoarse like torn silk. "I still have my phone. I can transfer the funds to all of you right now."    

"Even if you give us 10 million, we would still have to live to spend after going against Young Master Yue's wishes, right?"    

Lee Ming's companion laughed sinisterly, and raised his shovel: "What's more, we have really wanted to be intimate with each other for a long time. Although the taste of dead people isn't that great, it's still many times better than daydreaming about you in your heart. "    

While this person was speaking, he seemed to hear a slight sound of rustling coming from the depths of the forest.    

It was as if there was a poisonous snake swimming towards them at its fastest speed.    

But he didn't care.    

As one of Young Master Yue's trusted aides, he was holding a military shovel. Even if a python pounced on him, he had absolute confidence that he would be able to scoop it off with a shovel.    

He just wanted to bury Loong Chengcheng alive and then wait ten minutes before digging her up, doing what he had always wanted to do.    

Loong Chengcheng closed her eyes in despair as she saw the man raise the military shovel.    

This time, she didn't hate Yue Qingke, nor did she hate the two people in front of her. Instead, she hated herself.    

If her trusted aides were still around, she would definitely die at the hands of Yue Qingke sooner or later. That would be a heavy price to pay.    

"At that time, I just wanted to be a good woman who could raise my son and keep him away from the martial arts world."    

Loong Chengcheng sighed heavily in her heart, "But, I was wrong." "Lee Nanfang, I was wrong."    

For some reason, in the final moments of despair, Lee Nanfang suddenly sounded out in Loong Chengcheng's mind.    

Therefore, she opened her mouth and used all of her strength to scream miserably, "Lee Nanfang, if you have a soul in heaven, you must remember these people — these people!"    

"Ugh!"    

Before Loong Chengcheng could finish her sentence, she heard a muffled groan.    

Mud and dirt flew down from the sky and landed on her back.    

She threw herself into the pit with the child in her arms.    

This scream used up all of her strength.    

Next, she could only 'peacefully' face her cruel death.    

Death came quickly.    

When Loong Chengcheng still had a trace of the rationality of a living person, she had already smelled the strong stench of blood.    

The son beneath her was still crying, his voice as hoarse as hers.    

However, the dirt on her subconscious did not scatter.    

A few hurried gasps sounded from the top of the pit.    

It was as if someone was still talking, "Fuck, I'm so tired. It's all your fault for having to shit around, spending so much time, and almost delaying something big. "    

"Fuck off, don't you always shit when you eat bad food? "Do you want me to pull it in my pants?"    

"Don't f * cking talk anymore, hurry up and rescue him first."    

After this muffled voice had reached her, Loong Chengcheng, whose mind had almost stopped working, finally realized that something was wrong.    

The people talking on top of the pit were not Lee Ming and the others.    

There were three of them.    

The accent they used to talk with Loong Chengcheng had a strange rustic air to it.