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Li Xuan was not to be outdone, and directly began to lift Murong Cao's old bottom.

"You should understand by now that they're all pretending, women, you have to be timid when you should be timid, aren't you?"

Murong Cao replied without changing his face, just the right amount of sincerity, just the right amount of wisdom, which made people feel that what she said must be a sincere word.

Yang Muqing was silent all the way and didn't say anything, but his mind kept recalling some details of asking the spiritual center: Murong Cao would never stay alone in a dark place, and even if he slept, he always had to leave a night light; Once I saw a cockroach in the kitchen and was so frightened that she didn't dare to move, and when she arrived, she threw a distress look; Occasionally, when she has the opportunity to see ghosts, she always acts very calm, but her body will become very stiff, and her walking steps will become significantly smaller......

It is self-evident which emotions are pretended.

Even if it looks like that, some details or habits will reveal the softness beneath the tough exterior, and it can't withstand any further scrutiny and scrutiny.

Once the sky starts to get dark in late autumn, it will get dark very quickly.

The light of the sky is like a fishing net that has been gathering momentum for a long time and gradually retracting, retracting the light shining on the world little by little to the fishing boat, leaving not a single fish that slips through the net.

The semi-circular moon behind the layers of dark clouds occasionally showed its face, and together with the few stars that were covered, the sky was even darker, and the night was overcast and cold.

Walking in the mountains and forests at night, the four of them are like the assassins in martial arts novels who cover their identities by the night—if you don't count the mobile phone lights that are a little too bright, they are also like climbers who are full of energy to appreciate the night—if you don't count the psychological counselor Li Da who is a little weak and panicked.

"Here, this is the ancestral tomb of the old Qian family."

As the light of Wang Sanfang's mobile phone moved forward, a lonely old tomb that had obviously been turned over appeared in the field of vision of the three of them.

What is more striking than the half-new, half-old earth color is that a large willow tree as thick as at least two people hugging each other has been cut down to a jagged stump, which was not sawn by a chainsaw, but cut by a knife and axe, and there are still many rough axe marks on the stump.

Some amber gum trickled along the roots, long dried and solidified, like the unwilling tears of a big willow tree.

Yang Muqing took the lead in walking over, squatted down gently, put two fingers on the remaining stump, as if giving a vein to a big willow tree, closed his eyes to feel it, and his mental power swam along with the roots of the willow tree spreading around.

There were no obstacles, and the road was unimpeded, indicating that the big willow tree had not become a spirit.

"I've wronged you."

Yang Muqing patted the stump, as if comforting a child who had been robbed of candy.

The vitality of the big willow tree was extinct, and naturally it could not give him any response.

"It's not the willow tree that's doing the trick?"

Murong Cao was closest to him, taking in his every move, every word.

"It's not."

Yang Muqing patted the dust on his hands, although he was answering Murong Cao's question, his eyes glanced at Wang Sanfang.

"But it is true that after cutting down the willow tree, the condition of the Qian family's twin sons has improved, and they are still alive and well."

Wang Sanfang is innocent, all the information he got is this, and there is absolutely nothing to hide.

"Look at this, it's kind of interesting."

Li Hang's voice sounded, and while the three of them were talking, in order to relieve the tense mood to the extreme, he looked around, and then found that the epitaph of this old tomb was well written.

He has always been a literary and artistic youth, but he forgot how to be afraid at this time, and he actually lay on the grave and watched it with relish.

"This person was actually a mighty general before he was born, and he is really unseemly."

"You've lived a long time, don't you know it's disrespectful to step on someone else's grave? Beware that the owner of this grave looks for you at night. ”

Murong Cao said in a gloomy and threatening manner.

Li Hang was frightened by her, the excitement on his face faded, and a layer of cold sweat broke out.

"Mu Qing, you don't care about your boss, bully me, do you say I dare to introduce business to you in the future."

Li Hang hurriedly walked to Yang Muqing's side, grabbed one of his arms, and after finding a sense of security, pointed at Murong Cao to complain.

Murong Cao smiled and didn't speak, but his eyes were full of lethality, Li hung a layer of goosebumps, and suddenly didn't dare to play it again, and returned to normal in a second.

"That's something strange in this grave."

Yang Muqing looked at the old grave that glowed with cold light in the light moonlight, and there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"Is it necessary to dig a grave?"

Wang Sanfang had a pained expression on his face.

"It doesn't have to be that much trouble."

Yang Muqing took out a folded metal rod from his backpack, and after opening all the folded places, the stick turned into a long rod more than two meters high, with a spear at one end and a golden cicada at the other.

"This is a ghost-probing needle, which can test the movement of soul power in the water and soil."

Bodhi Zi was very worried about Yang Muqing, and before parting, he was generous and stuffed him with a lot of treasures at the bottom of the box, which just came in handy.

Yang Muqing can see ghosts, but he can't pass through the obstacles of the world to distinguish them, and such "foreign objects" benefit him a lot.

"It should be worth a lot of money."

Li Hang's eyes lit up, and the abacus in his mind was already crackling and began to fight.

"Die, I won't sell it."

Murong Cao happily poured cold water on him.

Wang Sanfang watched without looking at Yang Muqing slowly inserting the long stick into the mound, moving it down inch by inch, and the progress was very smooth, as if he had not encountered any obstacles.

After a while, the long stick reached the top, and only the lifelike golden cicada was exposed.

In the sight of the four people, intentionally or unintentionally, the golden toad fluttered its wings three times.

Yang Muqing's face was already cold, but at this time, it was even more like a layer of frost, which made people know that the situation was not good.

"The golden cicada does not flutter its wings, which indicates normal; Flap your wings to indicate that there is a ghost; Flutter your wings twice, indicating a great culprit; Fluttering the lower wings three times indicates that the soul and body are not compatible. ”