Hundreds of dead bodies were piled together, burning into the sky, with black smoke billowing and reflecting a red light.
Xu Ping and Uncle Jiu kept walking around, using gas to turn into wind, controlling the trend of the flames.
Setting wildfires in the mountains is no joke.
It is always a disaster if the mountain is set on fire.
After the body was burned, Xu Ping controlled the paper man, carried the coffin back to the tomb, and covered it with soil again.
After doing all this, the three of them went down the mountain, got on the paper horse again, and headed straight to Wanliu Town.
With the handsome seal in their arms, Xu Ping and the others returned to Wang's house.
On the way, he thought carefully and told Uncle Jiu about Shuai Yin and the Yang family.
Uncle Jiu seemed very surprised. He pondered for a moment and nodded, agreeing with his idea of returning the handsome seal to the two girls.
Xu Ping also tried to activate his true energy, but after entering the handsome seal, he was like a mud cow entering the sea, without any reaction.
The main purpose of this move was to find out what was so special about this handsome seal and why it was hidden so deeply. It felt like he had sewn this handsome seal into his stomach before he died.
Although the idea is quite outrageous, it seems to be the case, and Uncle Jiu also thinks so.
He had no intention of coveting Mo's handsome seal. After all, it was something that had an owner. Since he had promised to others, he would definitely not be able to do such a thing.
As for the corpse of Mao Zhan, their grandfather, it had turned into charcoal and there was no need to take it back.
Of course, it's not easy to mention this matter, so it's better to hide it in your stomach.
Wang Yuanwai waited and waited, and finally felt relieved when he saw that they had returned safely.
He was still counting on Uncle Jiu to save Wang Shuang'er.
Guest rooms were arranged for the three of them, and meals were arranged by Mr. Wang. They were very sumptuous and full of sincerity.
There is no harm in forming a good relationship with these people, but in his eyes, Uncle Jiu is of course more worthy of a close friendship.
Although shopkeeper Xu is very powerful, he seems to be completely ignorant about the matter of his little girl's soul.
After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.
Xu Ping put down his chopsticks and asked about the lonely grave he found in the wilderness.
Wang Yuanwai has lived here for a long time, so he may have heard of it.
Uncle Jiu couldn't help but stop his chopsticks and take a look.
"Five Lis?!" After hearing what they found in the mountains, Wang Yuan looked confused.
Looking at the look on his face, it seemed that he had asked the right person... Xu Ping continued to ask: "Executive member Wang, do you know if anything strange happened in Wanliu Town three hundred years ago?"
Three hundred years ago... Wang Yuanwai thought for a moment, slapped his thigh, and thought about it, "If you are talking about strange things, it is indeed one..."
"About three hundred years ago, a disaster occurred in Wanliu Town. A mountain collapsed at that time. At that time, an entire village, including dozens of families, were all covered by the mountain and perished.
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"And the government organized manpower to dig for three days and three nights, but not a single body was found..."
Dozens of families, at least hundreds of lives...
Xu Ping and Uncle Jiu looked at each other, and both saw the shock in the other's eyes.
There are hundreds of zombies found in the barren mountains. Could it be possible that the weird Nine Yin Transformation Formation has existed for three hundred years?
Immediately afterwards, Xu Ping asked again: "Outside the Wang Yuan, about fifty miles to the west, there is a barren mountain. Is that the mountain that collapsed that year?"
Wang Yuanwai shook his head: "I'm not sure about this, but the barren mountain you mentioned does have some evil spirits. I've also heard that the lumberjacks at home don't dare to go up there, saying it's haunted."
The yin energy in the mountains is so strong that ordinary people are prone to hallucinations after inhaling it. It is not unusual for such rumors to come out.
However, Xu Ping was startled for a moment and quickly discovered Hua Dian. He stood up excitedly, holding on to the table. The cups were shaking on the table, "Lumberjack? Mr. Wang is also in the lumber business?"
What's going on... Wang Yuanwai glanced at him and suddenly thought about it.
Mr. Xu seems to be in the funeral industry. Could it be that there is a lack of wood raw materials... Wang Yuanwai is quick-thinking and considerate: "Is it possible that there is a lack of wood in Mr. Xu's shop?"
Xu Ping replied directly: "Does Yuan Wang have any intention of cooperation?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Yuanwai stopped talking nonsense and stood up and said: "Mr. Xu, don't talk about cooperation. Whenever you need wood in your shop, just send someone to deliver a message and it will be delivered immediately within one day."
"No..." Xu Ping was too embarrassed to take advantage and waved his hand: "Business matters must be formal, of course. I will not miss a penny of the payment I should give you."
"good!"
Mr. Wang was also a straightforward person and agreed immediately.
Mr. Xu has put in a lot of effort this time, but he can't let him suffer a loss. With this thought in his mind, Wang Yuanwai began to secretly figure out how to make the other party have the face to carry out his loss-making business.
His family's lumber business, whether big or small, covers several thousand square meters a year, supplying a coffin shop, which is just like water.
Seeing how readily he agreed, Xu Ping raised his glass and raised his neck, "In that case, we've settled on it."
Wang Yuanwai also raised his wine glass, drank the wine in the glass, and reached an intention to cooperate.
The crisis in the coffin shop was resolved by unintentional planting of willow trees.
This Wang Yuanwai is really nice, he is kind and has a lot of money... Xu Ping smiled and patted Wang Yuanwai on the shoulder: "I don't know if it's you who are lucky or I'm lucky. Yesterday, I suddenly remembered, Master
He once taught me how to repair my soul..."
Spiritualism among witchcraft is relatively complicated and not so easy to perform.
But fortunately, Wang Shuang'er's three souls and seven souls are not missing, but they have suffered some damage, so repairing them is relatively simple.
Of course, there are similar techniques in Taoism, but Uncle Jiu has never learned them...
Hearing Xu Ping's words, Wang Yuanwai was stunned for a moment.
"It turns out that Mr. Xu in front of me is the real hidden master..."
As if suddenly awakened, he jumped up suddenly, ecstatic, pulled Xu Ping and ran to his daughter's boudoir.
No, I can still have two more bites, let me finish eating first... Xu Ping was dragged away from the living room and ran very fast.
Sure enough, every father will burst out with infinite power when faced with his daughter's affairs.
At the dinner table, Uncle Jiu and Gu Nianhua, who had been unable to say anything, looked at each other silently.
Suddenly I remembered that this would actually work... Uncle Jiu drank a glass of wine and couldn't sit still. He wanted to see the magic of repairing the soul.
When he was practicing in Maoshan, he had never been exposed to such advanced techniques, and now he felt really itchy in his heart.
"Well, you eat slowly, and I'll keep an eye on him to prevent him from causing trouble." Uncle Jiu left the table in a hurry, the wind was blowing under his feet, and he had already used his true energy to rush on.
You guys have lost me again... Gu Nianhua looked depressed. Facing the dining table where she was the only one left, she took a hard bite of the chicken drumstick in her hand and shouted, "The wine you serve must be strong!"