"I said...If Grandma Seven needs a mountain maker, then I will go!" I said in a deep voice.

"You are crazy! Have you forgotten how your dad died?" Mom screamed in shock.

I said in a deep voice: "He may not be dead!"

"He's dead!" My mother screamed in surprise and stood up suddenly, "Wu Cheng, mom has lost your dad, I really don't want to lose you anymore!"

I slowly raised my head with a gentle smile on my face, "If you said... you won't lose me, maybe you will have a chance to get my dad back..."

My mother's eyes changed, and her body seemed to be trembling.

I pursed my lips and stood up. I don’t know when, I was even taller than her.

"Mom, don't worry. Even if there is really something wrong, I can withdraw it in time. I won't fall so deeply like my dad!" I tried to make my tone sound more soothing.

My mother sat on the kang, not knowing what to say.

At this time, the gate of the courtyard was pushed open.

A middle-aged man in his forties and fifties walked in quickly and shouted loudly, "Is his sister-in-law at home?"

"At home!" My mother hurriedly stabilized her mood.

"Come with me quickly. Aunt Qi is not good enough, she will die soon!" said the second uncle anxiously.

I pushed open the door and found that my uncle's eyes immediately fell on me, and my pupils contracted.

"Wu Cheng is back? When will he come back?"

"I just arrived too..." I said.

"That's great! If you come back, come with me quickly. Your seventh grandma is still waiting to see you for the last time!" The second uncle grabbed my arm.

I felt a little painful, and my brows frowned slightly.

My mother's mouth opened, and tears had fallen from her eyes. I could feel her mood. For so many years, I have depended on her for life. How could I not know what she was thinking? She didn't want me to step into the ranks of pioneers, and she didn't even want to have any relationship.

But who would have thought that when my second uncle and I stepped out of the yard, some things might have been destined.

The people in the village were indeed at Grandma Qi's house, and after seeing me, these people's faces changed to varying degrees.

Entering the yard and heading straight to the hall.

A decadent smell came from the room. The smell was not big, but it was condensed and did not dissipate.

I followed my second uncle into the house and saw an old lady in her twilight years lying on the kang. The old lady's eyes were extremely turbid, as if she had seen through the vicissitudes of this world.

The moment I stepped into the room, a brilliant ray of grandma Qi's eyes suddenly burst out. I couldn't even believe that this was a dying person.

I stood there and saw the second uncle walking up and said, "Aunt Qi, do you have anything to say?"

"Wu...Wucheng...you don't..." Grandma Qi raised her arm.

"I don't want anything?" I hurried forward.

The glitter in the second grandma's eyes suddenly dissipated, and her pupils spread out little by little.

Dead?

"Aunt Qi?"

"Aunt?"

"Grandma Seven..."

The people around him suddenly screamed, but the moment Grandma Qi's arm fell, she was completely swallowed.

I staggered a little backward, with a change in my eyes. This was the first time I saw a dead person, and it was the first time I felt that the dead person's eyes seemed to be still staring at me.

"Aunt Qi is gone!" The second uncle sighed.

The people around him cried and fell to the ground one after another.

I don’t know what Grandma Qi wants to say to me, but I always feel that she seems to have some last words on her deathbed and didn’t say it. Could it be that I told me not to open the mountain for her? But if I don’t open the mountain, why did my mother say that she hopes to find a pioneer?

"Everyone, just be quiet and find someone to build a spirit shed! Aunt Qi left like this, we must make her more glorious!" said the second uncle.

Many people gathered around, even my mother was there.

"Call the third yamen to ask where they were, why did they disappear for the last time?" The second uncle was a little angry.

I stood a little further back and watched the crowd busy, someone pulled the phone and hurriedly called out.

Wu Sanya is the son of Grandma Seven. It is said that she is very glorious outside. I don’t know if it is true. In recent years, most people in the village went out, but Wu Sanya was the first to go out. Logically speaking, Wu Sanya has been in glory over the years, but even his own mother has disappeared?

The people around were busy with work, and in less than half an hour, the mourning shed was already set up.

At this time, I heard footsteps coming from outside the door, and a middle-aged man in his forties walked in anxiously.

I stared at the middle-aged man, and I was also a little surprised.

She is wearing a high-end suit and her hair is meticulously combed. Although her cheeks are a little fat, they are not as stylish as they are.

This is a man with a mature atmosphere, and he is the perfect person in the eyes of the uncle!

I watched Wu Sanya rush into the mourning hall, and then there was a shocking cry of sorrow.

The people around him came forward to persuade him. Wu Sanya finally straightened up with the comfort of everyone, but the sadness still could not be concealed.

"When the person is gone, what's the use of saying so much?" A sigh came from behind.

"Uncle Chen, what's wrong, are you?" I looked at the person behind me in surprise.

Uncle Chen raised his head, looked at me, and walked away with a shaking his head. While walking, he said, "Qiye wails, what a grievance?"

I looked around for no reason, but found that there was no place, so I simply went outside the yard.

It was getting dark, and I sat at the door of my house, looking at the direction of Grandma Qi's house, holding books about the founder in my hand.

"The funeral will be held tomorrow morning, you'd better be prepared!" My mother sighed and said to me.

I was stunned for a moment, "Tomorrow morning? Why is it so early?"

"Wu Sanya said he still has something to do and cannot stay in this place for a long time, so he can only wait until tomorrow morning..." My mother said.

I lowered my head and frowned. What was the origin of Wu Sanya? My mother died and I was about to have a funeral the next day. In this era, mourning will be carried out from time to time, otherwise this bastard would have to be scolded to death.

"Tomorrow morning, your second uncle came to find you to open the mountain. The gift of opening the mountain has been delivered!" said my mother, turning around and entering the house.

I nodded, feeling a little nervous. The opening ceremony is unique to the founding craftsman, and it has been like this from ancient times to the present. It is said that this ceremony has some rules, and I still don’t know what the specific rules are.

I was speechless all night, and the next day before dawn, my second uncle had already arrived outside the yard.

I put on my clothes quickly, put on a rectangular box, and walked out of the yard slowly.

It wasn't dawn yet, but the air was fresh.

"Wucheng, the cemetery has been found. The time is set at 7 o'clock, and it will be buried on time!" The second uncle said as he approached me.

I nodded, followed the crowd, and walked towards the mountains behind the village.

This mountain is not steep or beautiful. But it is endless, but it has an internal energy inside.

In ancient times, Feng Shui was the best acupoints that could store wind and get water. Although the mountain behind the Qixinggou did not have the best acupoints that were shocking, the overall Feng Shui was really good. Perhaps it was a bit difficult to be rich and noble, but it was no problem to prosper.

As we walked along the way, we saw that it was about six o'clock, and the second uncle took the crowd through a valley and stopped in the valley.

"It's here! This is the location Wu Sanya chose yesterday. Just dig it down from here!" The second uncle pointed to a piece of open space in the distance.

My eyes swept around, and I was a little hesitant.

"What's wrong?" the second uncle asked hurriedly.

I hesitated and said, "It seems flat here, but the Feng Shui is not good... There are many yin houses, including the green dragon on the left, the white tiger on the right, the vermilion bird in front, and the black womb behind... The mountains on the left have been broken, and the blue dragon's power has a rift to stifle the master. As for the position of the white tiger..."

"What's wrong with the White Tiger's position?" The second uncle was stunned.

"That's a white tiger holding a corpse! Did you see that the tiger's head is rushing towards the cemetery. This cemetery cannot suppress the white tiger pattern at all!" I said hurriedly.

The second uncle looked at me and said, "We should not join the matters of the master. Since Wu Sanya has chosen this position and your seventh grandmother agreed before her death, then let's bury her here!"

I was a little hesitant because the feng shui of this place was too bad. If I was buried here, who would know what would happen? It would be light to say that a zombie is light. It would be possible for Grandma Qi to become a sect in the future.

"Burning?" I turned around and looked at my second uncle.

The second uncle nodded heavily, "Burning!"

I shook my fingers, took out a compass from my arms, and placed it on the open space.

Everyone around me came up and stared at my movements with flashing eyes. Only after the pointer of the compass stabilized did I open the box behind me.

I touched out a shovel with golden light.

A hint of admiration flashed across the people around him.

This is a mountain shovel! The tomb robbers include Luoyang shovels, and those of us who have broken the soil have mountain shovels.

I touched the shovel in my hand. After hesitating for a while, I landed on the ground.

With both hands, my face changed suddenly because the shovel did not pierce into the soil, but was blocked outside the soil.

"What's wrong?" The second uncle's face changed a little.

I took a deep breath, but the excitement in my heart could not calm down. Could Grandma Seven be wronged and unwilling to be buried? Or is there something wrong with this cemetery?

Open the mountain and break the ground! The people in the dark are buried! If even the soil cannot be broken, how should they be buried?

"The Yin people are on the road, and they will break through the mountains and ruin the evil spirits! Let's open it for me!" I gritted my teeth, took a deep breath, and suddenly a loud shout.
Chapter completed!