Professor Bayala nodded and replied, "Yes! Yes! What a coincidence. We are here and Bai Yanhu is about to be resurrected. Is this related to the red-clothed altar left by the four Sha Wentian in Changchun being unsealed?"

"My master, then we should go to Bai Yanhu's grave now to check it out? Otherwise, Tong Sixi will arrive tomorrow." Lan Caidie urged.

"Go now? I'm crazy? Look up and see that the moonlight is bright and the yin energy is strong. Although there is an old saying in our thief's door that is 'The chicken crows and does not fight', but tonight the purple star is dim and Pluto in the north is strong, so it is not advisable to get out of the ground! Avoid the limelight. By the way, professor, I'm hungry. Since this is your old house, can you..."

Professor Bayala smiled bitterly and shook her head: "You guy, your heart is so big. You have caused two lives. The ground is covered with blood. Can you still eat it?"

"Why can't you eat? People are iron rice or steel and don't eat for a meal and they are hungry. If they don't eat enough, how can they work tomorrow? Besides, I don't want to be a starving ghost."

Seeing that the situation had subsided, Hezheren also surrounded him. They were now without a leader and were frightened. They all looked disgusted with no one on their faces. They hurriedly asked Professor Bayala what to do with it. Of course, they had to ask him about this. Their Bayala clan was the ruler here before, and now he is really dead, and it is him who is in charge of the overall situation.

"Temini? What to do?" Professor Bayala didn't dare to make a random decision.

"What else can I do? I'll get cremated. What if I get another trouble?"

Professor Bayala then turned to Hezheren and said that their reincarnation souls had left, and it was easy to be possessed by those demons when the corpse was left, so it would be better to deal with it as soon as possible.

After a while, I thought I could have a good rest on the mountain and rely on Professor Bayala's face to make a delicious meal, but I didn't expect that I could eat it, not see the excitement, and I also caused two lives. After all, these were all the evils of Tong Sixi. If he hadn't taken away the blood talisman sealed in the red altar, it wouldn't have been like this.

Although Wushuang said he was hungry, he knew that if something happened to such a big deal, who would have any intention to cook for them? It would be nice to have two steamed buns to eat. However, he did not expect that Hezhe was very hospitable, and they have now regarded Bayara as their new leader. The Bayara clan has left Ussuri River for 90 years and finally regained their former rights again.

There may be no other on both sides of the Ussuri River, but the fish living in the Hezhe tribe must be enough to eat. You can eat as big as you want. Every household is a fisherman. No matter whether you say you want to eat, you just need to say that you want to eat, then they carry the fishing net and scatter it into the river and then pull it up, and it will be a fresh and delicious place.

Soon, Wushuang and Caidie drank a bowl of delicious fish soup. They were full and warm. Wushuang sat in front of the fire in the yard, smoking a small cigarette alone in a daze.

"What are you thinking?" Caidie also sat down.

"I think this world is really strange. A hundred years ago, the Hezhe people were still under the rule of the Bayala clan of the Lanqi Inlaid Banner, but they just listened to Sha Wentian's nonsense and believed what the Red Cult wanted to believe. In the end, they were themselves who suffered. After Bayala returned to Changchun, they still lived a free life. What about now? Professor Bayala returned to her hometown. It was such a coincidence. But at this time, their foreheads were really dead. Do you think this is not God's will? God God asked Bayala to re-rule this simple nation. So, people are content and always yearn for freedom and nation. In fact, where does freedom and democracy come from in this world? It's all nonsense." Wushuang was inspired.

"You little brat, don't talk nonsense. Hezheren's forehead has just died. They feel uncomfortable. Don't remind them of the past. Ninety years have passed, so why do you still mention it? By the way, are you planning to visit Bai Yanhu's grave tomorrow?" Professor Bayala asked him.

"Haha..." Wushuang grinned bitterly. "To be honest, I don't dare."

"What kind of tricks? Did you say this from your little master? Are there anything you dare not do, you guy?"

"Professor, I'm not kidding. Didn't you hear it just now? Bai Yanhu has been waiting for me. Maybe he has woken up now and is waiting for someone to lift the coffin board for him. Besides, strictly speaking, I am not a lieutenant. Even if I have studied the book "Thousand Mechanical Talks" by my ancestors thoroughly, you are right. Our religious culture is different. Although Bai Yanhu and Sha Wentian are Chinese, they are Muslim. The burial style is different from that of us Central Plains. What kind of danger is hidden in his tomb is unknown. I kept leaping my right eyelid for a few days, and it is not a good sign."

Professor Bayala responded: "Well, I'm talking about it. Actually, I didn't want you to get involved. If you have something to let me go and see your grandpa? How can you have the right to meet Yao Gong? That's it. Tomorrow, you can go and help Hezheren see the Feng Shui area. If there is any way to temporarily trap Bai Yanhu, it would be best."

The night in the mountains is very quiet, terrible. Wushuang was tired all day long and was exhausted. He fell asleep quickly on the bed of Huanghuali Wooden Bed in the old house.

There was not even a bird song around the tribe in the mountains. The totems believed by the Hezhe people were piled with gravels everywhere. They believed that their gods would give them warnings if there was danger. But tonight their gods fell asleep like them.

Crazy... Crazy... Crazy... Crazy sounds came, and for some reason, all the piles of stones piled around the tribe collapsed, not one of them left. What does this mean to Hezheren? A disaster is coming!

On the top of the eastern mountain in Xihot Mountain, new buds grew silently. They grew rapidly and woke up before the spring breeze could be baptized. Just like the crooked old mother under the Changchun Liberty Bridge, they were injected with new life by the evil force, and they were destined to be evil life.

The old trees are surrounded by a pile of rocks. The rocks look messy, big and small, the small ones are like thumbnails, and the big ones are like Optimus Prime. They are piled together and they are a totem, which was secretly laid by Wu Gongyao ninety years ago. With these inconspicuous stones, Bai Yanhu in the underground old grave will never be able to wake up.
Chapter completed!