Soon, the sacred wind was erected by Sister Furong, and it was blown all the way to the suburbs of the south of the city, with a piece of weedland.

"Bang!"

The electric car fell directly to the ground from one meter high. The pain in the fall was not a flesh pain, but a heartache. The electric car, which was not very strong in its body, could it bear it now?

However, after landing on the ground, Yan Cai's attention was suddenly attracted by the surroundings. He parked the car, looked at the dark wasteland around him, and wondered: "Where is this? Why don't I remember it?"

Sister Furong said lightly: "You will never be able to come in such a remote place, so you will naturally have no impression."

At this time, the full moon was in the sky, and silver moonlight shone on the earth, and the surrounding scenery was clearly visible. Looking around, this place can really be called a barren land, with weeds and earth slopes everywhere, and potholes, and there were a few short trees in the distance, all of which looked like malnutrition.

On this deserted hill, there are some bulges that cannot be seen clearly and I don’t know what it is.

Late at night, full moon, deserted hills, and this place is full of weirdness everywhere.

"Are those graves?" Fan Cho asked in a low voice.

"No, those are houses, collapsed houses, at least, have been around for decades. What you see should be the roof."

"It's really been so decades? Why no one cares about it? Is such a large area of ​​places all from Qingxi Village?"

Sister Furong showed a serious expression, looked around with deep eyes, and slowly said, "Because this is a cursed village, since the day he was ruined, someone wanted to clean up the mess. But no one could succeed."

"What, the cursed village?" Fan Chou looked around in a daze, and his body felt a little cold.

"Sister Rong, don't be flirting with your face. It's so scary. Is there any shocking secret in this small place where we are?"

"Haha. Look at you being nervous, it's not a question of shocking the sky, but it's almost the same. Forget it, that's all before liberation. Don't worry, with me here, what are you afraid of?"

"Who said I was scared? I was just curious. This place looked terrible. Forget it. Let me talk about this again, tell me first. Where is that well?"

Sister Furong looked around, pointed her hand in a direction and said, "Under the largest tree over there, is the only deep well in Qingxi Village back then. I just don't know if there is still water now."

"I hope there is no water."

Wancao wades through the weeds and comes to the tree with Sister Furong, but he doesn't find any well.

"As we grow old, we must have been buried. Look for it carefully and it's under this tree." Sister Furong reminded.

At this time, the small shovel in the range came in handy. He first shoveled off some taller weeds around the tree, and then tentatively knocked them around with the shovel. Soon, he found a place different from the surrounding land. He shoveled off the loess and weeds buried on it, and found something similar to the stone slab.

After cleaning up the stone slabs, Wan Chou was so tired that he was sweating profusely. After more than ten minutes, he finally cleared out a clear space. The one that appeared in front of him was indeed a wellhead made of bricks and stones, covered by a large stone slab, and the situation inside could not be seen.

Fan Cho spread his hands out of breath and shook his head, "I can't move this big stone anymore, what do you think?"

Sister Furong said, "Do you want me to move?"

Fan Cho said: "Sister, you are also a family member of a god. You are better than me when you move your fingers. You can turn the world upside down even if you wave your hand. You won't let me use this big effort, either, I can't move it."

Sister Furong curled her lips: "Okay, I'll do it if I come, please dodge it."

Qichou quickly took a few steps and thought to see how you moved this big stone slab.

Sister Furong didn't mean to move the stone slab. She looked up at the air, as if observing something, and suddenly shouted: "Where is the Yellow Turban Strongman!"

Feng Chou was shocked, Yellow Turban Strong? This word sounds so familiar. My goodness, isn't you kidding, can she actually command the Yellow Turban Strong?

There was a loud noise in the air, and a powerful man two feet tall jumped out. He was wearing a yellow robe, half of his arms were exposed, his hair was dispersed, and his voice was like a bell. He shouted: "Here is here."

Fan Cho's eyes were straightened, and then he saw Sister Furong pointing at the stone slab and shouting: "I will move this stone slab away quickly."

"Abide by the order of the Supreme Immortal!"

The Yellow Turban Strongman looked like a big fool, with wide eyes wide open, and stepped forward without any effort. He lifted the stone slab with one hand, and flew far away with a loud bang, revealing the black wellhead.

"There is Rolex." Sister Furong smiled and waved her hand. The Yellow Turban Strong clasped her fists with her hands and bowed. She didn't even look at the scope. She stomped her feet and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Wanchou looked into the air without blinking, and kept sticking out his tongue: "Yellow Turban Strong, my biological mother, how can I remember it? It's only common in the Investiture of the Gods and Journey to the West. It turns out that there are really Yellow Turban Strong."

Sister Furong laughed and scolded, "Nonsense, even the Landlord, and the King of Hell, I have it. What's so strange about the Yellow Turban Strongman? Well, now the stone slab has been removed, and you will start working."

Seeing the dark wellhead, there was a cold wind blowing out, and she couldn't help but feel a little scared and said to Sister Furong: "Or, you can call the Yellow Turban Strong back and let him take out all the female ghosts, bones, etc. inside?"

"Don't talk nonsense, you want the Yellow Turbans to do such trivial and dirty work?"

"Are the Yellow Turban Strongs? I just work? I read the book. Every time I call the Yellow Turban Strongs, they will come out to work. If you have such a good worker, you don't need it, why do you have to let me go?"

"Please, please respect the Yellow Turban Strongman. They are considered immortals at least. Because of their great strength, they are assigned by the Heavenly Court to do things for various gods. To be honest, it is good that I can command such a person. Moreover, this Yellow Turban Strongman has a very strong temper and only does strength and errands. If you ask him to go down the well to salvage the bones, he will not kick you out for ten miles. You are considered to be powerful."

Fan Chou scratched his head and said helplessly: "Okay, it seems that I can only do this unlucky job. I'll try if there is water first."

Fan Chou first used a flashlight to illuminate it, but the well was a little deep and could not be seen very clearly. He picked up a stone on the ground and threw it into the wellhead. After a moment, a slight echo came, as if it had fallen on the soil, as if there was no water inside.
Chapter completed!