A group of people who appeared out of thin air confronted Song Yanzhao and Mu Jin across a cemetery, and the situation was indescribably weird!

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "Song Yanzhao took the lead in bypassing the cemetery and walked to the opposite group.

"We are not destroying your ancestral grave, we are passing by here to collect some medicinal herbs. Song Yanzhao said, and the corners of his forehead couldn't help twitching.

Even he himself felt that his words were really weird, where was there anyone who passed by someone's ancestral grave and went to someone's grave to collect medicine.

The person on the other side really didn't believe it.

"Are you stupid for us? How can you go to the grave to collect medicine? What herbs grow on the grave? It's obviously your quibbles!" The leader was a black-faced man in his thirties, looking at Song Yanzhao through gritted teeth.

An old man with a white beard in his fifties next to him looked sad, "The feng shui of the ancestral tomb has blessed my Zhang family for generations, and now that the ancestral tomb has been moved, my Zhang family is going to be finished!"

Which eye did you see me destroying your ancestral grave? Song Yanzhao was speechless!

He pointed to the mushrooms in the basket, "You see, I really just went to pick these two herbs, and I didn't even touch the rest of the herbs. ”

"Bah!" the black-faced man spat on the ground, "This is clearly a poisonous mushroom, where is the medicinal herb, do you take us for fools?"

"That is, although we have never seen the world, we still know poisonous mushrooms!"

"The first time I heard that someone used poisonous mushrooms as medicinal herbs, and there are also poisonous mushrooms in the forest, why don't you pick them, you have to go to the ancestral grave of our old Zhang family to pick them?"

The group was menacing, and their eyes became more and more unkind when they looked at Song Yanzhao!

Song Yanzhao's face darkened with anger, "Hey, you explain it clearly to them!"

He turned his head and glared at Mu Jin, saying that those mushrooms were medicinal herbs, but she was the one who asked the Venerable Master to collect the medicine from the grave.

Mu Jin kept staring at the coffin behind the black-faced man, looking focused, frowning slightly, as if he had never seen a coffin.

Song Yanzhao pulled her, "Hey, what are you doing?"

This thought flashed through Song Yanzhao's mind, and he immediately vetoed it.

This woman in front of her dares to do any strange thing, where would she be afraid of the battle in front of her!

"Oh," Mu Jin came back to his senses, looked back at Song Yanzhao, and then at the black-faced man.

"This is indeed a medicinal herb, I asked him to pick it. After a dry explanation, Mu Jin's gaze turned back to the coffin.

Song Yanzhao's face turned green, it's better not to say it.

Wasn't it quite able to say it just now? Why was she dumb when she needed to say it at a critical moment?

The black-faced man looked at him with disdain, "Do you think we will believe it if a delicate little lady says it's a medicinal herb?"

Song Yanzhao glanced at Mu Jin, but unfortunately Mu Jin's eyes were always staring at the coffin, and he couldn't tell a trace of his emotions.

In fact, Mu Jin's eyes have been staring at the bottom of the coffin, if Song Yanzhao looks carefully, he will find that there is a little blood dripping down the coffin.

It's a pity that he is also full of anger now, and he is not in the mood to observe what Mu Jin is looking at!

Song Yanzhao rolled his eyes at the sky, and was very speechless for the black-faced man's evaluation of Mu Jin's delicateness, she is still delicate? If she is delicate, it is estimated that there will be no delicate person in the world.

Why didn't he see where the woman standing next to him was delicate?

"Ye has been standing in front of her, your eye saw that Ye let her take the blame?" Song Yanzhao's patience was almost worn out by this group of people who appeared inexplicably.

If you want to carry the blame, the master will carry it for her, right?

The black-faced man snorted, obviously not believing that the mastermind was the delicate little lady in front of him.

Didn't you see that little lady's eyes were straight?

"It's over, there are roots, no wonder your daughter-in-law went before she was born, it must be that the feng shui of the ancestral tomb has been moved, and the roots of your family are going to be broken." A long-faced woman in her forties behind the old man slapped her thigh and shouted.

Yougen is the black-faced man, when he heard it, his eyes immediately turned red, "I said that the three girls in front of my daughter-in-law have nothing to do, and when it is their turn to give birth to a son, they will have a difficult birth and hemorrhage, and two corpses will die, it turned out that you killed them, brothers, beat them for me!"

The rooted-in lost his mind, rolled up his sleeves, and rushed forward.

Song Yanzhao grabbed his hand and barely suppressed his temperament, "What are you doing? What does your daughter-in-law's dystocia and hemorrhage have to do with us? Master repeated, I haven't touched your ancestral grave, just collecting medicine, I don't believe you can ask Mr. Feng Shui to come and see!"

How could he change from destroying people's feng shui to a murderer in an instant? Song Yanzhao was extremely angry, and when he saw the black-faced man's face full of grief and indignation, he was emotional, and he felt that it was really not his style to do anything with such a person!

He could only stare at Yougen with a dark face, "Don't force me to do it!"

"Is your daughter-in-law having a difficult birth and hemorrhage?" Mu Jin's eyes finally shifted back from the coffin, looking at Yougen who was confronting Song Yanzhao, a surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he was very surprised how they suddenly fought together.

mentioned his daughter-in-law who was already lying in the coffin, and a middle-aged man suddenly had red eyes, "It's you who hurt you, I want to fight with you!"

After that, he beat Song Yanzhao with both hands in an orderly manner, and the men who carried the coffin behind him put down the coffin and rushed up one after another.

"Hey, it's all your good deeds!" Song Yanzhao glared at Mu Jin angrily as he dodged the attack, "Stop, don't stop it, don't blame me for being rude! You go and ask a feng shui gentleman to come and see the head office, right? If Mr. Feng Shui says that the feng shui of your ancestral tomb has been damaged by me, it's not too late for you to settle accounts with me again, right?"

The men, who had already been carried away by anger, did not listen to him at all.

"She's still saved!" a crisp and indifferent voice sounded, but unfortunately the scene was chaotic, and no one heard her.

Mu Jin frowned and looked at Holly, "Holly, I have something to say!"

"Understood, lady!" Holly nodded, looked up at the sky, and suddenly let out a scream, "Ahhhhh

The screams were so sharp and sharp that they almost pierced people's eardrums, and everyone listened to the movements of their hands almost instantly, and looked at Holly in a daze.

"Quiet, my lady has something to say!" Holly raised her willow eyebrows, glared at everyone, and then looked at Mu Jin with a smile, "Lady, say it!"

Song Yanzhao was stunned and eye-opening, how could he do this? Why wasn't his entourage so clever? He glanced at Song Liang with great resentment, but unfortunately Song Liang was looking at Holly with a stunned expression.

Yougen, who was also frightened by Holly, and everyone also looked at Mu Jin blankly, this little lady has something to say?

Mu Jin gave Holly an approving look, then raised his hand, pointed to the coffin, and said slowly but clearly: "She still has to be saved!

The crowd followed her fingers as they looked at the coffin.

Song Yanzhao's face changed suddenly, my mother, she is really going to open someone's coffin, there are no medicinal materials in the coffin!

The white-bearded old man standing in front of the coffin frowned and scolded: "The dead are the greatest, but it's not something that you, a little lady, can joke about at will!"

Mu Jin glanced at him, word by word, extremely serious, "I said I can save her! When it comes to saving people, I never joke!"