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Chapter 247 Thanks to You

Capital·Shansongfang

Although it was early at this time, some houses in the capital were already smoky, but Shansongfang, seven or eight miles away from the city, was quiet. This is a hill no more than 50 meters high, and it is the place where most people in the capital bury their dead.

Local clans often have a mountain as the future destination of all clan members with a surname. Many people in the capital moved here later.

Originally, the big families in the capital had either fled or been killed during the war, so it would not be an exaggeration to say that there were ten rooms and nine empty houses.

For those who moved later, it would be considered good if they could bring their ancestral memorial tablets. Those who were rich could buy a house and rebuild their ancestral halls to worship their ancestors, but the ancestral graves could not be moved together.

So, there are two solutions.

One is that the family has a great business, no shortage of money and a family foundation. Once someone dies in the capital, they will help their spirits to return to their hometown for burial.

One is ordinary people, this kind of death, sending people back to their hometowns?That not only requires financial resources, but also needs not to be afraid of dying on the road. This kind of thing cannot be afforded by the common people.

Taking root in a new place, ordinary people will often open up a new "ancestral cemetery" in the new area, and Shansongfang, seven or eight miles out of the city, has this large wasteland.

The land is not fertile, except for some wild forests with branches and branches, there are only a few clusters of weeds that can grow wildly.

Most of the remaining land turned into cultivated land is only inferior land, which is the result of waste of effort to cultivate it. Therefore, when Zheng Chaogang was established, it was a mess of graves.

As the Zheng Dynasty stabilized and the nearby people lived and worked in peace and contentment, this place gradually became larger, and many people buried their dead here.

Therefore, as long as you walk along the way, you can always see some paper money ashes that have just been burnt in front of the grave, and funeral processions come over from time to time.

The only thing worthy of praise is the pines and cypresses planted for the tomb. After years of experience, even in winter, they are gloomy and Bisensen.

In the early morning, it's quiet here.

In winter, small animals hibernate, insects don’t bark, the sky is gray, and there is only a shadowy moon, which casts some pitiful moonlight, barely able to walk into the cemetery with one tall and one short. The shadow shines out.

"Master Xie, there is a lot of yin here." The eleven or twelve-year-old Daoist looked around and made a sound.

The Taoist, who seemed to be about 50 years old, walked straight to the goal of this trip - the tomb where 27 corpses were buried, without even looking at it.

From the outside, this tomb looks like the tombs of ordinary people, just a small tomb, but inside, the bodies of 27 members of the Zou family were buried together.

There is no tombstone in front of the grave, but the Taoist arrived here obviously with a well-thought-out plan, and was not worried that he might find the wrong place.

He took out several offerings and placed them in front of the grave one by one.

Daotong stood in front of the tomb two steps behind, stared at the tomb for a second, and heard Master Xie say calmly, "Zou Qiuyu, I'm here to offer sacrifices to you again."

"In these years, apart from me, no one dares to visit you, let alone offer sacrifices to you, right?"

"However, there are a few snacks and fruits that you know, I hope you don't dislike them."

At this time, the moonlight seemed to poke its head out from behind the gray clouds, and for a moment, the surrounding light was much brighter than before.

The Taoist's hand hanging by his side, and the three bloodstains on the back of the hand were also clearly illuminated. Just looking at it, I felt that it was full of blood.

Dao Tong seemed to have heard a strange voice, and couldn't help but look around in the darkness.

In a trance, there seemed to be a shadow dormant in the woods not far away.

Dao Tong also couldn't see clearly, but the more he was like this, the more frightened he became, and he couldn't help getting closer to Master Xie.

But at this moment, a smile suddenly appeared on the face of Zhenren Xie, and he said, "By the way, Zou Qiuyu, I have to thank you. I just gave you the first stipend of funding, and you have done things well."

"If it weren't for you, the emperor wouldn't have killed the crown prince, and even eliminated several great sages from the Taoist sect."

"Realist Xiao of Tongshan Temple didn't die because of you, and he wouldn't die suddenly. Of course, these things are only known to outsiders. I know that it was because of you that he was given poisonous wine by the emperor. Even if he had Cultivation level, but the poisonous wine was originally brewed to deal with alchemists, as long as you drink it, it will be too late when you find out."

"Sadly, it's ridiculous that an expert who can see through the secrets died under the conspiracy because of you... But, how can I be safe if he doesn't die? So, I want to thank you for your help. Without your actions that day , how can I feel at ease in the near future?"

When Dao Tong heard this, his face was already pale, and he trembled a little with fright.

This Master Xie didn't seem to care, and continued to say to the people in the tomb: "Back then, I was afraid that you had resentment in your heart, thinking that even if you died, you would turn into a resentful spirit to take revenge, right?"

"Actually, it is very difficult for a person's soul to form a resentful spirit. Only those who inherit the blood of the monster clan, such as Zou Qiuyu, have this possibility..."

The Taoist was smiling and said that he seemed to have no fear, but suddenly, the hand with three bloodstains shook, and the next moment, a bloodstain disappeared out of thin air.

The Taoist also seemed to have been severely injured, his face turned pale, and with a "wow", he spat out a mouthful of blood.

In the cemetery forest filled with gloom, a black shadow immediately rushed towards the blood, as if it didn't care whether it was a trap or not, and seized the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and immediately counterattacked.

Dao Tong screamed out in fright. As a Dao Tong, although his cultivation base is not high, he also has a talent, that is, he is born with the ability to see ghosts and ghosts. These eyes are sharper than ordinary people's.

But also because of this, under the dim light, he could see the approaching black shadow clearly.

The whole body is pitch-black, entwined with strong resentment, and the face cannot be seen clearly, but just one glance can make people tremble all over, and instinctively feel fear.

This is a resentful soul!

It is definitely not an ordinary soul!

Ordinary souls are mostly muddle-headed, even if they are awake, they will take the initiative to avoid people, like this, if they pounce directly, there is already an entity that can hurt people!

"Just waiting for you!" Dao Tong was terrified of whether the suddenly injured real person could destroy the resentful soul. The next moment, he watched the real person just sweep his sleeves lightly, and the pounced on the resentful soul screamed and disappeared directly. up.

"Really, are you alright?" But seeing the blood still hanging from the corner of Zhenren's mouth, Daotong still couldn't feel relieved and asked worriedly.

"It's fine, I'm fine." The Taoist said with a smile. Seeing that Daotong still didn't believe it, he had to sigh: "This is not a lie, I am indeed much better."

As if responding to this sentence, the voice fell, and the naked eye could see that Taoist's face had undergone slight changes, and his wrinkles had decreased. He seemed to be ten years younger, from about fifty to forty.

"Really, your face..." Dao Tong was shocked.

(End of this chapter)