Seeing Zhao Nao's mysterious look, Yun Song looked suspicious: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Nao came up and whispered: "Follow me, don't you have some bad guesses about this village? Your guess is right. Come with me and see what I find."

"Did you find a big tomb?" The horned beetle approached with great interest.

Zhao Nao asked: "Who said that?"

Diamond Tiger gave him a roll of his eyes: "Didn't you just say that you found an interesting cemetery? What meaning can a cemetery have? You must have discovered a large tomb with rich funerary objects, right?"

Zhao Nao shook his head: "No, I meant what I said literally. I found a cemetery in the village. This cemetery is very interesting. If you don't believe me, come with me."

Yunsong and Diamond Mountain Jia followed him, while the others huddled in the room to kill time playing cards.

It's already evening.

Evenings in the mountains in winter are very cold.

In the cold weather, it is more comfortable to huddle under the quilt and play cards.

Zhao Nao led the way back from the village. After walking around, he had to climb over the mountains behind the village.

The mountain beetle rubbed his hands and complained: "What are you doing? We have to walk through the mountains behind the mountains, so why can't we just walk from the village? Why go around in a circle?"

Zhao Nao snorted coldly and said: "If we pass through the village, then you can't even think about climbing over this mountain. The villagers will never let us come here!"

"Why?" The mountain beetle asked in confusion.

Zhao Nao said: "Why else? Because they have secrets in the mountains behind them!"

As they were talking, the three of them had already hurried up the mountain. At this time, a strong man suddenly emerged from a thick poplar tree.

The man held a shotgun in his hand and shouted: "Stop! Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Seeing the man appear, Zhao Nao cursed secretly: "You shouldn't walk in this place as a human being. There is indeed a secret whistle!"

Yun Song pretended to be shocked and shouted to the man: "What kind of monster are you? Are you a tree spirit?"

Of course he knew that this man was not a tree spirit. The poplar tree that the man was hiding in was very thick, enough for two people to hug each other. It is estimated that the old tree has been hollowed out by years of wind and rain. The man should have been hiding in it before.

Inside the tree hole.

After hearing his words, the man showed a conceited smile and said: "Yes, I am a tree spirit, who are you? Tell the truth quickly, otherwise..."

Yunsong coughed.

The man looked at his raised hands in surprise.

In one hand is a shell gun and in the other is a shotgun.

Judging from the shiny appearance of these two guns in the dark, they are definitely not comparable to his broken gun that had to be stuffed with gunpowder from the muzzle to shoot.

His gun is an old thing that has been passed down for three generations, and his gun is a rising star in the new era.

The saying that ginger is spicy when old does not apply to muskets.

The man's attention was attracted by Yunsong, and the mountain beetle took the opportunity to flip his wrist and cough.

When the man looked at him like this, he saw another shell gun!

Yun Song said: "Brother Dryad, can your magical power withstand the continuous fire of these two guns in my hand?"

The man held on and said: "Since you know that I am a tree spirit and a monster, why are you still holding up a gun? The gun is useless to me."

The rhinoceros was amused by these words: "Is your fucking head full of chicken feathers? Can't you see that my boss is teasing you? You don't even urinate and look at yourself in the mirror, you look like this

Is a ghost worthy of pretending to be a monster?"

Men are simple-minded but not stupid.

He quickly came up with another idea and said: "If you have the guts, shoot. Once you shoot, the whole village will come over and see how you three survive!"

Yun Song was too lazy to waste time on such a reckless man.

He showed two guns to the rough man, then put them away and transformed into a ghost, saying: "Brother, since you are from Dali Village, how come you don't recognize us? We are honored guests in your village.

, was invited by your village to solve difficult problems."

The man asked suspiciously: "You are distinguished guests in the village? Why didn't I know?"

Yun Song said: "We just came today..."

"Oh, no wonder, I haven't returned to the village today." The man took over his words consciously, "I think you do look familiar. Where did you come from?"

The Diamondback was stunned for a moment by the change in his attitude.

Zhao Nao looked at Yunsong in shock, looking even more stunned than a mountain beetle.

Yun Song said: "You must look familiar to Pindao. Pindao's name is Yun Songzi. He has been to your village twice and..."

"Ah! I remembered that you solved evil things in our village." The big man interrupted him rashly again, and now he also put away his gun.

Yun Song walked over and said, "Yes, Pindao has eaten your village's watermelon and your village's locust leaf cold noodles."

The big man smiled and said: "You also gave chickens, ducks and livestock to our village. Our village chief said you are a good person."

Yun Song was a little confused: "Pindao, Pindao gave you chickens, ducks and livestock - oh, it was Pu Laoshi who gave it to you, right? Pindao gave him some money."

The big man nodded vigorously: "Yes, that's it."

Yun Song took out two more silver coins and handed them to him: "Well, it's fate that we meet each other. Pindao will also give you some money."

The big man blushed. He took the silver dollar and said, "What's the point of this? Master, please come here. Alas, it's a pity that I only have a tree hole here, not even a mazaar, not even a teapot."

Yunsong walked to the big poplar tree and took a look, and found that he had guessed half right again.

The big man was indeed staying in the tree hole, but the tree hole was not made by natural corrosion of the tree trunk. It was hollowed out from half of the tree trunk, just like a bunker was made in the book.

The tree hole was stuffed with chicken feathers, duck feathers, hay and leaves, and people warmed them inside, so the whole tree hole became warm and comfortable.

Yun Song praised the big man for his ingenuity. The big man felt embarrassed and said, "The village chief asked me to come see the back mountain. Hey, it's too cold. I have to find a way to keep warm."

"Oh, by the way, Master, why are you here in the back mountain? We usually don't let people come here, not even people from our own village."

Yunsong said casually: "I think the feng shui in your back mountain is not very good, so I want to help your village check it out."

Diamond Mountain Armor cooperated and said: "Yes, my boss, no, my real family found that the feng shui of your ancestral tombs is not very good, and I want to kill you."

"What does it mean to be buried in a grave?" The big man was confused.

Yun Song was also confused.

What is this professional term?

Zhuan Shanjia said: "Enter the tomb is a special name for those of us Taoist Feng Shui practitioners. It is to judge the fortune and future of the family by looking at the Feng Shui of the owner's tomb."

The big man was speechless: "So powerful?"

He added: "Then you have come to the wrong place. This is not our ancestral grave!"

Yun Song and Diamond Mountain Armor looked at Zhao Nao angrily.

What a fuss you are making!

Zhao Nao quickly said: "There is a large grave here in your back mountain. Isn't this your ancestral grave?"

If there is a graveyard near a village, it is naturally the ancestral graveyard of the people in the village.

But the big man shook his head: "This is not our ancestral tomb, but you are right, the feng shui of this place is not good, Pu Laoshi only let us take turns to look at this place, and we are absolutely not allowed to get close to them, let alone the children and women in the village.

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Yun Song asked: "Whose tomb is this?"

The big man still shook his head: "I can't say, no, I don't know. Not many people in the village know."

Zhao Nao suddenly rushed forward and rushed to the big man's side. He swung his arms like a whip and cut his hands like a knife. He slashed the back of the big man's head with a knife, knocking him out directly:

"What nonsense are we talking about here? This man looks quite manly, but how can he be as noisy as a girl?"

Yun Song glared at him: "Why do we have to take action? I am just learning about the situation in the village from him."

The back mountain is very steep and full of trees, all of which are century-old trees. It is very difficult to walk in it.

Just as the big man said, the village does not allow people to enter this back mountain, so there are countless fallen leaves and branches in the woods on the mountain. Some of the fallen leaves are rotten. If you step down, it will be like stepping into a mud hole, and you will sink directly.

The reason why the leaves and dead branches in the woods are so rotten is because there is a river here, and the water is quite fast. It passes through the forest crookedly. Perhaps because the water flow is fast, it does not freeze.

Passing through the woods, a jumble of rocks appeared in front of us.

The rocks are rugged and the gravel is like canine teeth intertwined.

Among the rocks are tombs, and behind the tombs is a small temple-like house.

The sun sets in the west, and the remaining light is like blood.

The cold winter mountain wind blew by, picking up the gray fallen leaves and floating them up and down, like paper money being thrown away.

There are grave mounds in the mountains, and there are tombstones on the grave mounds. The leaves flap on the grave mounds and tombstones, like the dead reaching out their hands to snatch paper money.

No matter from which angle you look at it, this place is a mass grave, so that the temple built next to the cemetery looks gloomy.

Yunsong was scanning the cemetery environment when the mountain beetle next to him suddenly took a breath of cold air: "Hiss."

"Toothache?" Yun Song teased casually.
To be continued...