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"You...... You...... Sling the bull! He held back this sentence for a long time, knowing that it was not very polite, but he had no time to take care of it.

"Uncle Wu himself said that his grandfather, as well as his great-great-grandfather, did not die of natural causes." Murong Cao pressed forward step by step, not giving Wu Bo a chance to breathe.

Wu Song glared at her angrily, but softened under her determined gaze, then paused, and began to rummage through boxes and cabinets to find things.

After a while, he placed a wooden box wrapped in red silk cloth on the table, and after carefully opening it, a thread-bound book thicker than the Oxford Dictionary was placed in it, and the four ancient characters on the cover, "Wu Family Tree", were prominently displayed.

On the twenty-sixth page from the bottom, Wu Yinshan, thirty-nine years old, died in a well.

On the penultimate page, Wu Teng, forty-five years old, died in the road.

With a few words and vague words, it is completely possible to guess that it was an unnatural death......

Murong Cao had long known about this result, but he still put on an unbelievable look of "it is really so", and his acting skills are remarkable.

Wu Song was completely stunned at this moment, and he looked like he had been hit hard.

"Since I learned about this incident, I have been very worried, although Uncle Wu told me afterwards that I don't need to take it to heart, but if such a thing is left alone, the next person to suffer may be himself! So I've been asking around to see if there's a way to uncover this curse. Murong Cao said with empathy.

"That'...... Have you found a solution? Wu Bo looked at her like Guanyin Bodhisattva who was saving suffering.

Murong Cao shook his head.

Wu Bo's mood suddenly fell from heaven to hell.

Murong Cao smiled and said, "I didn't find a way, but I found someone who can remove this curse." ”

"Who?!" Wu Boxi couldn't help it.

"It's Mr. Yang who came with me." Murong Cao generously pushed Yang Muqing, who had been neglected for a long time, in front of him.

Yang Muqing was as cold as ever, but in Wu Bo's eyes, it became another kind of unfathomable.

"Mr. Yang! He also asked Mr. Yang to save the Wu family. Wu Bo looked earnest, and held Yang Muqing's hands tightly, like a drowning man finally grasping a life-saving straw.

"Well said." Yang Muqing saw that Murong Cao had easily trapped Wu Bo in a few words, and couldn't bear to deepen his anxiety any longer, so he patted his hand to reassure him.

"So what are we going to do?" Wu Bo was naturally not so naïve as to think that as soon as Yang Muqing arrived, all the problems would be solved, and he should naturally do something.

"Tonight, I'll break it, but I need you to be erbium, do you feel embarrassed?" Yang Muqing actually didn't think that the cursed thing was much better than the drunken bee's thing, but the existence of the drunken bee was really difficult to explain, but it was even more pretending to be a ghost, so he had no choice but to adopt Murong Cao's method of "fighting poison with poison".

"As long as I can completely solve this thing for the Wu family, what should I not dare?" Wu Bo said righteously.

"Before tonight, you drank a pound of liquor in advance and slept in the mourning hall."

"Okay." Wu Bo was full of promises.

"There are only three of us in the mourning hall tonight, understand?"

"Understood." Wu Bo nodded repeatedly.

"Let's make some preparations first, you go and get busy first." Yang Muqing felt that he couldn't go on, so he hurriedly sent Wu Bo away.

Wu Bo is gone, but now that the identities of Murong Cao and the others have completely changed, they are no longer guests of condolences, but benefactors who save their lives, how dare they slack off? So, snacks, melons and fruits, tobacco and alcohol, and hot tea were brought in one after another, and they were piled up with a dazzling array of eyes.

Yang Muqing was very embarrassed to watch Murong Cao eat hotly.

"Wouldn't it be nice for us to lie to him like this?" He finally said a sentence that had been held in his throat since the beginning of the plan.

"If you can get rid of drunken bees, will you eliminate harm for the people?"

"Yes."

"Then does Wu Bo count as a 'people'?"

"Count."

"Wouldn't that be good."

"But drunken bees are such ghosts, which are endless, and they are inexhaustible."

"One less is one."

“……”

Yang Muqing complained in her heart that Murong Cao was just curious, but it was indeed she who acquiesced to her messing around like this, and she had nothing to say except to protect the safety of the two of them.

On the one hand, Murong Cao is his boss, and it is best for him to obey his words, on the other hand, when facing Murong Cao's smiling face, his heart seems to be unable to harden.

It's true that my pockets have swelled a lot since I got a job in the Asking Spirits, but how can I get tired of taking these cases one by one?

Murong Cao saw that he had no objection at all, so he pulled him to sit down at the table, and the two had a heated discussion on how to lure and catch the drunken bees, and a new hot point of contention was: Yang Muqing wanted Murong Cao to stay in the safety circle while he was doing it, but Murong Cao insisted on witnessing the whole scene up close.

And close proximity is naturally not safe.

Yang Muqing can make concessions in other things, but in terms of Murong Cao's personal safety, he seems to be the most competent old mother.

Until dinner was brought to the room, the two could not reach an agreement.

The meal was eaten in silence, and both of them were thinking in their hearts about how to act according to their own ideas.

After the meal, Yang Muqing began to cultivate his body and refine his qi so that he could cast spells in the best state, while Murong Cao took out an ancient book from the room and read it with relish.

Near midnight, someone came and knocked on the door, saying that Wu Bo was already waiting in the mourning hall.

When they arrived at the mourning hall, they saw Wu Bo, who was drunk and crazy, crying and laughing around the coffin, swearing from time to time, and judging Wu Bo, who they saw during the day.

Murong Cao smiled, with this kind of wine, dare to agree to drink a pound of liquor?

It's okay to lose his amount of alcohol, otherwise the two of them would really have to work in vain.

Murong Cao looked around, wanting to see if there was a basin or something like that that could be used to make Wu Bo sober up, but he was pulled by Yang Muqing and couldn't move for half a minute.

Yang Muqing exuded low air pressure all over his body, and his face was gloomy, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Because he found that without waiting for him to cast a spell to release the signal of the "container", the drunken bee that was originally lying lazily on the coffin already had signs of action, its eyes like mung beans were round and open, and the direction of the "tail needle" was always aimed at Wu Bo.

Both he and Murong Cao miscalculated a situation, which made the situation in front of them very unfavorable.

The next host of the drunken bee was originally Wu Bo!

Their plan to lure the enemy is nothing more than to advance its actions!