Han Zhuo remembered that the cement processing plant was located in the northernmost part of Qinhan District, near the Yangtze River, although it was not yet an effective area, but the surrounding area was already sparsely populated, and there was a tidal flat across the road along the river, where these stones could indeed be stored.

That factory is now completely abandoned, and there are still countless corpses piled up in the wall, it's a headache to think about, in case it is discovered by Mingpan one day, there is no way to explain it, this is no longer a shocking case, when I think of this, I hate Jiang Hualong even more, and somehow helped him carry this pot.

Han Zhuo thought to himself that since the dead souls had already passed away, how could those corpses and bones have to be disposed of, and then thought of that Ying Zhicheng, who should have been entangled with those twenty-four evil ghosts by now, and asked Jiugong: "By the way, the twenty-four powerful ghosts you subdued there before have already been bound to Ying Zhicheng's three souls and seven spirits?"

Jiugong replied: "The soul guide was already done that night, and the body of that kid was beyond my expectations, it was digested so quickly, and now it can drive the evil spirit to attach to the nine dead fat pigs, but the control is not very flexible." ”

Han Zhuo said with a smile: "It's only been a few days, and it's going to be a long time, let him practice slowly." So he gave the location of the cement processing plant to the muck truck driver and asked him to drive over first, and he and Jiugong drove another car.

From Wuhuai District to Qinhan District, after all, there is a distance, the location of the workers' new village is at the foot of the Imperial Tomb Mountain, and not far from the southeast is the Daiming Lake.

Han Zhuo specially drove around the side of the Daimyo Lake, and Jiugong looked out the window, a little puzzled: "Lord God, do you want to see the beauty of the Daimyo Lake?"

Han Zhuo smiled: "Take you home and have a look." ”

The White Horse River is a tributary of the Qin-Han River, passing through Shatou Mountain and eventually flowing into Daming Lake.

Jiugong was on the day of the Dragon Boat Race, on the day of the Dragon Boat Race, on the White Horse River, and was later subdued by Han Zhuo, he was a little puzzled: "The little ghost was a mountain monster when he was alive, and he was a spirit when he died, but he was not a water ghost, the White Horse River is not the home of the little ghost, let alone the famous lake, the little ghost has been cultivated in Shatou Mountain for hundreds of years, and it is the home of the little ghost." ”

Han Zhuo said lightly: "I'll just say that, you just listen to it, you don't have to take it seriously." ”

Jiugong stuck out his tongue again and again: "Huh...... Hehe, the imp is wishful thinking. ”

Han Zhuo smiled and said, "Don't you think it's strange that day, there are also aura fluctuations on the White Horse River. ”