The Real Daughter Tells Fortunes Live

Chapter 551: Who knows how to play? It’s their junior uncle who knows how to play.

The black-clothed ghost who had brought them here before appeared again. Still silent, he just pointed at the corpse in the other coffin to Yun Fusheng.

"Do you want me to take you all away?" Yun Fusheng looked at him.

"Ah!" Wen Jing and Wen Wan suddenly shouted, and Yun Fusheng turned around.

The painting that only revealed some resentment before was now filled with a layer of black resentment.

The black ghost hurriedly got into the painting, and his resentment gradually subsided.

Yun Fusheng sighed softly, and Fu Yingyi clearly collected the other bones.

"Is it like that just now because the evil ghost was suppressing the resentful spirit in this painting?" Gong Sisheng looked at Yun Fusheng and asked, and Yun Fusheng nodded.

There is definitely something wrong with this painting, but why do you want to find them?

Gong Sisheng took Yun Fusheng out of the pit. Yun Fusheng took the painting directly, lightly scratched the Qingxie Sword, and drew a talisman on the scroll with blood. Originally, Wen Jing and Wen Wan could still feel The resentment that arrived suddenly disappeared completely.

Gong Sisheng looked at Yun Fusheng's deft movements and knew that she often did this, so he had no choice but to bandage the wound on her hand.

After all the bones were collected, Yun Fusheng asked them to restore the tomb. As for Jin Sinan's coffin, it was naturally buried in it.

"Do you want to take them back?" Yan looked at Yun Fusheng lazily, and Yun Fusheng nodded.

"If you don't care, the resentful spirit in this painting will come out." Yun Fusheng frowned and looked at the painting in his hand.

It's a pity that he was obviously a talented person, but he ended up like this.

However, his friends did not hesitate to use themselves to suppress his resentment. In the past, it was okay that no one disturbed them.

But now, their graves have been disturbed, and a lot of the resentment from the outside world has been absorbed by this painting.

I'm afraid that before long, the other one will become a resentful spirit without even a trace of consciousness.

Yun Fusheng directly sent the painting into the jade gourd. At least he could evolve those grievances in it, and the rest could only be discussed when he went back.

"Go back." Yun Fusheng looked at the restored tomb and asked everyone to leave. When they returned to the camp, in addition to Jie Jing who had been staying there, there were also Huo Zizhen and some people from the special case department.

"Miss Yun."

Everyone greeted Yun Fusheng, and Yun Fusheng waved.

"Uncle Junior, how's the situation?" Huo Zizhen walked up to Yun Fusheng.

"The situation is very bad, and there are too many people inside. We can't solve it alone. We have to wait for others to come together." Yun Fusheng walked past Huo Zizhen.

She was hungry and wanted to find something to eat.

"Who else is coming?" Huo Zizhen looked at his two junior brothers.

Rong Yiheng leaned close to Huo Zizhen's ear and muttered a few words, and Huo Zizhen opened his mouth.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't. He gave Yun Fusheng a thumbs up.

If you want to talk about how to play, it’s their junior uncle who can play.

Those old things have not come out for many years. Unexpectedly, they were dragged out by the junior uncle.

"Wen Jing Wen Wan, I'm hungry." Yun Fusheng looked around and found that except for some fruits, everything else was cold.

"Miss, we will prepare it for you right now." Wen Jing and Wen Wan hurriedly went to prepare meals for Yun Fu Sheng. Huo Zizhen also asked people to bring out the ingredients they prepared, and several people followed Wen Jing and Wen Wan to cook together.

Huo Zizhen and Rong Yiheng sat together and chatted about what had just happened. Yun Fusheng and Gong Sisheng sat together and no one spoke.

By the time Wen Jing, Wen Wan and the others finished cooking, it was already dawn and Yun Fusheng was eating every bite. Everyone could see that she was worried.

After eating, Yun Fusheng took out a pen and paper and began to write and draw on the paper. Gong Sisheng and the others watched quietly.

Gradually, they seemed to understand that what Yun Fusheng had drawn was a road map, a road map in the cave.