Luo Zhiqiu was so frightened that he fled in a hurry, and his back was hit hard and burned.

After a few dodges, he fled towards Aunt Lin's house.

At this moment, Jiang Futing in the house had already sensed that something had happened to Luo Zhiqiu, he hurried out the door, saw Luo Zhiqiu falling in the air, and hurriedly caught Luo Zhiqiu firmly and extinguished the fire on his body.

Although the fire was not as powerful as Jiang Futing, it still burned Luo Zhiqiu, Jiang Futing saw this, his brows were furrowed, and his whole person exuded cold air.

Luo Zhiqiu's back was still burned miserably.

Although the father and son of the Cheng family did not open their eyes, they could also feel some breath, so they asked, "But what happened?" ”

Jiang Futing looked at Luo Zhiqiu, a flash of self-blame flashed in his eyes, and told the Cheng family father and son what happened just now.

The father and son of the Cheng family were shocked and said, "That old man is so powerful? ”

When Jiang Futing heard this, he didn't speak, seeing the injuries on Luo Zhiqiu's body, he had divine power and the fire of the green lotus in his body, and there was no way to help Luo Zhiqiu at all.

Luo Zhiqiu coughed twice and comforted Jiang Futing: "Boss, I'm fine, I heard their conversation just now, and that old man told the village chief to leave you behind~"

When Jiang Futing heard this, his face sank suddenly, okay, the little ghost who hurt him still wants to move him? Let's see if they have the ability?!

"Don't talk, you go to raise~" Jiang Futing fed a few talismans to relieve the little ghost's injuries, and raised his hand to accept him.

The Cheng family's father and son also heard what they said just now, and Jiang Futing didn't want to hide it from them, so he used a small spell.

"What now?" The Cheng family's father and son said worriedly.

Jiang Futing shook his head, his eyes were cold and said, "Don't worry, I want to see what they want to do~"

The father and son of the Cheng family were worried, but they didn't know how to persuade Jiang Futing, but fortunately they didn't speak.

When it was time to go to bed at night, the door outside was banging, Jiang Futing estimated the time, it should be almost time, who would knock on the door so late?

This movement made the three of them quarrel again, Aunt Lin didn't move, and Cheng Da had to get up and go to see the door. Who knows, as soon as this door opened, Lin Sheng, the minion of the village chief, broke in with a group of villagers.

Aunt Lin was still woken up by the movement in the courtyard, and hurriedly came out with her clothes on, "What are you doing here?" ”

Lin Sheng saw Aunt Lin, his demeanor was a little more respectful, but when he looked at Jiang Futing and the others, his eyes were still not good, "Aunt Lin, Old Man Lin's grave has been dug up, this kind of heart-wrenching thing, except for these few outsiders, who else can do it?!" ”

"Well, who are you talking about? Are we full of food and have nothing to do or what, what are we digging up the grave map of the old man?! Cheng Da's eyes swept over Jiang Futing and Ah Ming, and his heart flashed for a moment.

"Whew! Who knows what evil intentions you strangers harbor and what bad things you can't do?! A villager scolded.

"Who are you talking about?" Cheng Da glared, and his temper also came up.

The two sides were arguing, and seeing that a fight was about to start, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"They didn't go anywhere today except for Old Man Lin's house." Aunt Lin was silent for a moment and explained.

Jiang Futing and the Cheng family's father and son were slightly stunned, they didn't expect Aunt Lin to speak for them at this time.

Lin Sheng frowned, obviously unhappy that Aunt Lin helped them speak, his face turned ugly, but his tone was still polite: "Aunt Lin, it's up to you to decide, the village chief and the elder asked me to take them to the ancestral temple first~"

Aunt Lin wanted to say a few words, but Jiang Futing, who was silent on the side, suddenly spoke, "Okay, I'll go with you!" ”

When the father and son of the Cheng family heard this, they hurriedly said: "We will go too!" ”

"Hmph, count you as acquaintances!" The villagers behind Lin Sheng waved their fists, baring their teeth, as if as long as they dared not go, they would come to clean them up.

Jiang Futing and the Cheng family's father and son ignored it and walked out, Lin Sheng followed with the villagers, and Aunt Lin also followed.

Jiang Futing's footsteps paused, and when he turned around, he saw a trace of worry flashing in Aunt Lin's eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook, and said, "Auntie, go back, the clear ones will clear themselves, and I believe that the village chief will not be embarrassed by us~"

Aunt Lin was silent and did not speak.

Jiang Futing and the Cheng family's father and son turned around and left with Lin Sheng and them at the urging of the villagers.

Lin Sheng's eyes drifted to Jiang Futing from time to time, at first he was afraid that they would take the opportunity to escape, but later found that the expression on this person's face was not afraid at all, and his expression was leisurely, could it be that it was not them who dug up the tomb of Old Man Lin?

The next moment, he wondered again, since it wasn't them, why did the village chief and Hou Lao ask him to lock people up in the ancestral temple?

Lin Sheng retracted his gaze and covered the obscurity under his eyes, the village has been quiet for more than 20 years, but after a few strangers came recently, strange things have happened frequently, does it really have anything to do with them?!

In the dark night when he couldn't see his fingers, several villagers were holding lamps, and the light was dim, Jiang Futing noticed Lin Sheng's gaze, and his expression became more and more impassive.

This Lin Sheng was the person of the village chief, and he wondered in his heart whether the village chief wanted to arrest them, or ......

He looked at the dark and silent night, and felt a little puzzled and puzzled in his heart, they moved the tomb of Old Man Lin, but didn't they all restore it in the end? Why do they still insist that they dug it, what went wrong? Or did the village chief send someone to keep an eye on them?

But it's not right, with his current cultivation, it's hard for someone to secretly follow him without being noticed by him, what the hell is going on?

Jiang Futing made up his mind in his heart, when he met with the village chief and Hou Lao, no matter what, he would not admit it, just see what evidence they can come up with?!

A quarter of an hour later, the group entered the ancestral temple and stopped in front of a house, Lin Sheng pulled a smile from his face, "The village chief and the elder are waiting for you, come in!" ”

He didn't wait for the three of them to come to their senses, and then slammed the door shut.

“……”

Jiang Futing and the Cheng family's father and son looked at the empty room, listening to the faint sound of locking the door and talking outside the door.

"Damn, it's still Lin Qian's kid who runs fast, and a few of us have to guard here!"

"Lin Sheng, let's go to the next room for a drink!"

"This crazy place~"

"Hey, what are you talking about?! Stinky boy, this is the ancestral temple~"

"Shut up!"

It was quiet outside for a while, and after a while, the footsteps disappeared one after another, Jiang Futing and the Cheng family's father and son glanced at each other, and looked at the small house with four walls by the candle in the house, where are the village chiefs and the elders?

They were dumbfounded!

"Hello? Is there anybody?! Cheng Da banged on the door and shouted.

It was a remote hut in the ancestral temple of the village of Boudoir, and there was nothing in it except a slick floor and a pile of hay.

Jiang Futing walked to the door and looked at the thickness of the door panel, which could collapse with one palm, but it was just ......

He sighed and retreated, the door was locked, and if he wanted to get out, he had to break it down.

The three of them were already suspected by the village chief and the villagers, shouting and shouting to kill, and now if they make such a fuss, they may have to leave the boudoir village tomorrow.

It's just that everything hasn't been checked out now, and they can't go yet~

Cheng Da is a rough man, he doesn't care much, and when he saw that no one answered him, he sat down on the hay on the ground, patted the position next to him and said, "Hey, don't stare at the door, come and sit, it's only one night, and I'll find ...... tomorrow."

He stopped talking, even though he wanted to comfort the two of them, but thinking about it, he had a headache now, he scratched his head, this thing was wrong everywhere, and even he felt suspicious.

Cheng Ming was silent and walked over and sat down obediently, Jiang Futing's lips moved, he wanted to say something a few times, but he didn't care about anything, he waved his hand at will, threw the door open, and rushed out with them.

But since then, their identities have been exposed, and the strangeness of this village may not be able to be found out.

"Come and sit!" Cheng Da patted the position next to him again, and called Jiang Futing, who was standing.

Jiang Futing snorted and sat down beside Cheng Da.

Cheng Ming hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't hold back and said, "Brother Jiang, something is wrong~"

Cheng Da glanced at his stupid son and said, "Something must be wrong, how can this be right?!" ”

"No, I didn't mean that, I mean, they locked us up here, saying that we dug up the tomb of Old Man Lin~" Cheng Ming said.

As soon as the words fell, two eyes looked at him, even if he couldn't see their expressions clearly, Cheng Ming could feel the gaze on his face, and he continued: "If they really believe that we are the ones who dug up the grave, why don't they deal with us?" Instead, they locked us up, unless, ......"

"Unless they know in their hearts that we are not gravediggers at all, we either want to push the boat down the river, or we want to ......take advantage of people's danger," Jiang Futing added.

"Yes, yes, that's what it means!" Cheng Mingdao.

Jiang Futing and Cheng Ming glanced at each other and fell silent.

"Hey, if you want me to say, rest first, what should come will always come, won't we know tomorrow?" Cheng Da tried to persuade.

After a while, Jiang Futing spoke: "That's right, let's sleep~"

He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes and faked sleep.

The father and son of the Cheng family also stopped talking and fell asleep leaning on each other.

The night was dark, and the birds on the branches suddenly let out a few strange cries, flapped their wings, and went into the depths of the night.

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On the second day, as soon as it was dawn, the three of them were awakened by a loud noise, and instead of waiting for the village chief, a group of villagers who were clamoring to kill them came.

The door panel was smashed, and all kinds of swear words and curses rushed in, and the three of Jiang Futing were embarrassed.

"Diao people, they are all a group of Diao people!" Cheng Da's face turned blue and walked around with his brows twisted.

Outside the door, there were a few words of persuasion from Lin Sheng and others from time to time, "Cough, the village chief didn't say anything about this, we can't be the master, but we don't dare to open the door for you, let's all disperse back!" ”

"You...... What do you mean?! Ah, this kind of person who has lost his conscience, digs people's graves, and cannot die well, you actually protect it, or are you not from Boudoir Village?! Open the door! ”

"No ......"

"Ah~" A woman's cry shouted, "I'll fight with you!" ”

"Hey, sister-in-law Lin, listen to us~"

"Ah, murder, death!" Outside, a woman's crying was heard, and the three people in the room looked at each other.

After a while, the sound at the door became quieter.

Cheng Da sighed, reluctantly sat next to Jiang Futing and Cheng Ming, and said extremely depressed: "It's okay now, with this kind of notoriety, maybe how can someone throw stones when you go out~"

Jiang Futing's fingers tapped on his leg unconsciously, his expression was faint, and he was not in the slightest hurry.

"Brother Jiang, what should we do now?" Cheng Ming asked, looking at Jiang Futing, who was silent, and Cheng Da also looked over when he heard this.

Jiang Futing opened his eyes, hooked the corners of his mouth upward, and said, "Wait~" His eyes crossed with a touch of interest, as if he was like a cheetah in the night, confident about his prey, and it was bound to win.