My master is invincible

Chapter 1725 Qi Long (26)

Gao Lao, Shouhou, Mo Village Chief and Mo Jun saw that the pace under my feet quickened, so they couldn't help but also quicken their pace.

It only took less than three or four minutes for our group to appear beside Mo Liang's grave.

I stared fixedly at the grave in front of me, with only one thought in my head, impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible, while Gao Lao and the others, with similar expressions to mine, were all staring at the grave.

Just like that, our group stared at Mo Liang's grave without saying a word.

After about ten seconds, the village chief Mo spoke first, and he said with a trembling voice: "Chen Baxian, this... this... what's going on, I... when I saw the grave, I didn't That's not the case!"

"Yes!" Mo Jun resisted the feeling of vomiting in his heart, trembling: "The color of the grave mound we... saw at that time was not so red."

Listening to what they said, I subconsciously glanced at them, then looked down at the grave.

But you can see that the top of the grave is all red. At first glance, it looks like someone has been drenched with chicken blood.

The strange thing is that this red color doesn't look like fresh chicken blood, but looks like dried chicken blood. When I reached out to touch it, I found that the soil on the grave was extremely moist.

"Don't touch it!" Gao Lao came over and grabbed my arm.

I looked at it suspiciously, and then I heard him say: "Jiu Yazi, our older generation of Eight Immortals, there is a special thing, you can't use your hands on the bloody grave, it will be bad luck."

I frowned, is there such a thing?
Why have I been the Eight Immortals for several years, but I have never heard of this particularity.

Mr. Gao should have seen my doubts, and said with a wry smile: "Jiuyazi, everything you have learned is from the "Liu Ding Liu Jia Burial Sutra", but there are some customs that are not found in books, but rely on Our Eight Immortals have been passed down orally from generation to generation.”

Hearing this, I took a deep breath and didn't say anything, so I raised my head and glanced at Gao Lao, and said softly, "Is there anything special about this kind of blood grave?"

He stared at me for a full minute, then slowly said: "Based on the information I know, once you encounter this kind of blood grave, the best way is... yes... yes...."

When I heard this, my face darkened. If I guessed correctly, he probably wanted to say that he would throw rice on the grave.

Back in the day when I first entered the industry, in order to save me, the old Xiucai gave Lao Wang an idea, asking Lao Wang to use rice fields to splash that poor woman's grave.

This made me take a step back subconsciously, staring fixedly at Gao Lao, tremblingly said: "Do you want to..."

He hummed heavily and said, "Yes!"

"No! Absolutely not, his grave has just been erected, I absolutely can't do that!" I roared, fixed my eyes on Mr. Gao, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Gao, he died to save people. Without him, we don't know how many people would have died in the underground world, let me ask, with such a benevolent person, do you have the heart to do this?"

When Gao Lao heard this, he looked at me strangely, and explained: "Jiu Yazi, but, if I don't splash Mi Tiangong, I'm worried... This grave will become more and more weird, and even evolve to the point where it can't be cleaned up."

I stared at him and said in a deep voice, "Even if the sky falls, I will never let Mo Liang's grave be humiliated."

Gao Lao seemed to want to say something else, so I hurriedly gave up and said in a deep voice, "Gao Lao, don't need to say more, I'll figure out a solution for this matter."

After finishing speaking, I glanced at Mo Jun and Village Chief Mo, with a concentrated expression, and said word by word: "If it is a natural disaster, I, Chen Jiu, admit it. If it is a man-made disaster, you will die."

After saying this, I sat on the ground with my hands flat on my thighs, and didn't speak any more.

(End of this chapter)