At this time, Wang Qingyun rushed over with more than a dozen young men. The young men all carried a wooden bucket with black dog blood in their hands.

"Uncle Jiu, are you okay?" Wang Qingyun asked with concern.

Wang Changsheng shook his head and said: "It's okay, I have destroyed the ghosts. Who lived in this house before?"

"It belongs to a businessman surnamed Yang. He raised a foreigner. However, the foreigner died of illness more than ten years ago. The businessman surnamed Yang has not been here since then, and this house has always been empty."

A young man raised his eyebrows, sniffed a few times, and said with a look of disgust on his face: "It stinks! What is so smelly?"

When Wang Changsheng heard this, he also smelled the stench. The stench came from the well.

After lifting the stones on top of the well, and with the help of torches, everyone saw a female body in the well water.

"Xiao Feng was probably killed and his body was thrown into the well. Qingyun, at dawn tomorrow, will send someone to fish out the body, burn the body, and demolish all the houses in this yard. If the original owner comes back,

Pay him the original price." Wang Changsheng ordered.

"Uncle Jiu, should this well be closed?"

"Seal it up! Burn it with lychee wood first. Also, check it out. No one is allowed to plant locust trees, poplar trees, willow trees, mulberry trees and neem trees in their homes. If there are any, cut them down immediately. By the way, demolish the houses.

After that, plant a few peach trees in the yard and send people to water them regularly. When the peach trees bear fruit, the yin energy will be almost gone."

Wang Qingyun nodded and said: "Yes, Uncle Jiu, my nephew will go and do it tomorrow. It's already getting late. Uncle Jiu, please go back and rest! Just leave it to my nephew to handle it."

Wang Changsheng did not object, and after a few words of warning, he left.

The next morning, Wang Changsheng had breakfast. Under the leadership of Wang Qiuxian, he went door to door to check and confirmed that there was no place with strong yin energy. Wang Changsheng felt relieved.

At noon, Wang Qingyun led a group of clan elders and personally sent Wang Changsheng and Wang Qiusheng out of Wangjia Town.

"Qiu Sheng, you should go back to Lotus Island first! I still have some things to do and will go back later." Wang Changsheng ordered.

"Yes, Uncle Nine!" Wang Qiusheng agreed honestly.

After Wang Qiusheng walked away, Wang Changsheng's lips moved slightly, and a white cloud appeared out of thin air under his feet, lifting him up and flying towards the distance.

Less than half an hour later, Wang Changsheng appeared above a desolate mountain range.

As soon as he changed his technique, white clouds slowly descended into a narrow valley.

Not far from the valley, there is a cave that is as tall as one person and two people wide. It doesn't look like anything special.

After walking more than a hundred feet, the front suddenly opened up, and a cave of more than a hundred feet in size appeared in front of Wang Changsheng.

There is nothing special about the cave, not a single blade of grass grows.

Wang Changsheng came to a somewhat smooth stone wall, placed his hands on the stone wall, and muttered something. After a while, his hands lit up with a burst of yellow light.

An astonishing scene appeared, a large amount of sand fell from the stone wall.

Not long after, a cave entrance that could only allow one person to pass through appeared in front of him.

Wang Changsheng followed the narrow entrance and came to a grotto that was more than ten feet in size.

When he first came to Ping'an County, Wang Changsheng couldn't stand the weak spiritual energy of Lotus Island and wanted to find a place with relatively abundant spiritual energy. To this end, he traveled all over the mountains in Ping'an County and luckily discovered this cave. There was a section of the cave inside.

A piece of spiritual vein, but it is very small, no more than two feet in size, and the spiritual energy is relatively weak, so it is somewhat reluctant to use it for cultivation.

Having said that, the Wang family had already explored the three counties under their control, but found nothing.

Wang Changsheng was able to discover this spiritual vein purely by chance. The grotto where this spiritual vein was located was separated from the cave by a wall. Wang Changsheng was practicing magic in the cave and accidentally penetrated the wall, and only then discovered this spiritual vein.

Ever since he discovered a spiritual vein in the cave, Wang Changsheng would control the magic weapon to chop when he encountered a cave, but he never found it.

The spiritual vein is only two feet in size. The area is too small, dark and dull, and is not suitable for planting spiritual valley.

Wang Changsheng planted more than twenty black moon grasses. Black moon grass usually grows in damp and dark caves. Five-year-old black moon grass is used to make blank talisman paper. The Wang family planted a lot of black moon grass.

The environment in the grotto cannot be said to be humid, but Wang Changsheng deliberately dug out a pool of three to four feet in size to create a humid environment.

Every other month, Wang Changsheng would come here to water the black moon grass.

This time, as soon as Wang Changsheng entered the grotto, the smile on his face stopped.

More than twenty black moon grasses disappeared, and the water in the pool was gone.

The water in the pool has not dried up in the past three years. If it doesn't come in for a month, it is impossible for the pool to dry up.

Wang Changsheng quickly came to the pool and carefully discovered that there was a hole the size of a watermelon at the bottom of the pool.

Obviously, the water in the pool flows along this hole.

Wang Changsheng frowned when he saw the hole.

When he first built the pool, he used fossil magic to turn the soil into stone. Logically speaking, there was no possibility of a hole. There was only one possibility: an animal dug through the pool, the water in the pool ran away, and the animal ate it again.

Black moon grass.

Wang Changsheng felt a twinge of pain when he thought of this. Three years of hard work had been wasted.

After much thought, he planned to catch the animal that had eaten the black moon grass and kill it to vent his hatred.

Wang Changsheng took out a cloth bag from his arms, opened the bag, and placed two sesame seed cakes on the ground.

He began to mutter something, and not long after, his body surface lit up with a dazzling blue light, and his figure blurred and disappeared.

More than half an hour later, a fat yellow mouse emerged from the hole in the pool.

Unlike ordinary mice, this mouse has a longer nose and is fat.

Its nose sniffed the air a few times, then quickly climbed out of the pool and rushed towards the sesame cakes.

Just when it was eating sesame seed cakes, Wang Changsheng appeared.

He raised his hand, and a golden light flew out.

Because Wang Changsheng's back was turned to the yellow mouse, it did not notice Wang Changsheng.

The golden light quickly circled the yellow mouse several times, wrapping it tightly.

The yellow mouse made a strange "chichi" sound from its mouth and struggled endlessly.

"I didn't expect it to be a first-level low-grade demon rat. No wonder it can dig up stones." Wang Changsheng looked happy.

There was a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy on the yellow mouse, and if Wang Changsheng was not an immortal cultivator, he would not be able to see it.

But the spiritual energy here is weak, how could a demon rat appear?

Could it be that an ordinary mouse was promoted to a demon rat after eating black moon grass? Although more than twenty black moon grasses are not a small number, the black moon grass is only three years old and does not contain much spiritual energy. An ordinary mouse took it

More than twenty Black Moon Grasses are not enough to be promoted to Demon Rat!

Could it be said that there is a bigger spiritual vein here? The lair of this demon rat happens to be in the land of spiritual veins. As time goes by, it gradually becomes a demon rat!

Wang Changsheng thought about it carefully and overturned this possibility. If ordinary rats could be promoted to demon rats so easily, the family would have tamed a large number of spirit rats and sold them.

Although the spirit rat is the lowest level spirit beast, it is still a spirit beast and can be sold for dozens of spirit stones at least.

It seems that this spiritual beast must have had some unknown opportunity and was lucky enough to be promoted to a demon rat.

"Jiji!"

The yellow mouse made strange noises from its mouth, as if it was protesting against Wang Changsheng for tying it up.

"You ate the spiritual grass I planted, and you still want me to let you go? From now on, you can be my spiritual beast!" Wang Changsheng said with a chuckle.
Chapter completed!