"You mean, can we do this and that when no one is around?"

Huang Xiaohao almost put his mouth to Ren Tingting's ear and said this sentence, at the same time, his fingers were still gently scratching Ren Tingting's palm, scratching her face and ears, shortness of breath, and heartbeat.

"Brother Hao~!" Ren Tingting was so nervous that she was at a loss, looking at Huang Xiaohao who was close at hand, her eyes were full of confusion, and she muttered this title in her mouth, almost forgetting where the two of them were now.

"Ahem~!" "Ahem~!"

First Uncle Jiu, and then Ren Fa, the two coughed in unison, which immediately woke up Ren Tingting and Huang Xiaohao.

Ren Tingting exclaimed, only then did she realize that the two of them were in the wilderness, the ancestral cemetery, and there was her father and a large group of people more than ten meters away, and her cheeks were red with shame, like a frightened rabbit, she ran behind her father Ren Fa in a few steps, obediently lowered her head, and did not dare to look up at the reaction of the surrounding crowd at all.

Ren Fa didn't glance at Huang Xiaohao, as if he hadn't seen what his daughter was doing with Huang Xiaohao just now. And Uncle Nine first glared at Huang Xiaohao, who was still standing there, and then turned back to Master Ren and continued to talk about the situation of the tomb of Dragonfly Dotting Water.

However, Wen Cai and Qiusheng, who were following Uncle Jiu, both cast adoring eyes on Huang Xiaohao. Qiusheng was still behind Uncle Jiu, and quietly gave Huang Xiaohao a thumbs up.

Since two nights ago, Huang Xiaohao took out a copy of his own copy of "The Secret Book of Pickling Girls" and handed it to them, Qiusheng and Wencai have admired Huang Xiaohao, and they also enshrined this secret book as a treasure book and comprehended it day and night. His diligence far exceeds the strength of the two of them in cultivating and practicing on weekdays.

Even Uncle Nine shook his head when he saw the appearance of the two disciples, and couldn't help but reprimand him twice. In the past, if the two of them had practiced so diligently, they would not have learned some tricky little spells after so many years, and they did not really condense into the Dao and set foot on the path of ghosts and immortals.

Huang Xiaohao completely ignored the various eyes of the people around him, walked back to the side of Uncle Jiu and the others with an indifferent face, and stood directly by Ren Tingting's side.

Seeing these actions of his disciples, Uncle Nine glanced at him helplessly, and then continued to ask Ren Fa:

"You Ren family, do you have a grudge against this feng shui gentleman?"

"Hatred?" Ren Fa asked puzzled.

"When Old Lady Ren was alive, did she have a holiday with this feng shui gentleman?" Uncle Nine saw that Ren Fa was pretending to be confused, so he could only ask more bluntly.

Hearing this question, Ren Fa glanced back at his daughter, thinking about whether he should let her know these things. In the end, considering that her daughter had grown up, it was time for her to let her know some things about the Ren family, so she continued:

"This tomb originally belonged to Mr. Feng Shui, but my father knew that it was a good cave, so he spent a lot of money to buy it."

"It's just a lure, is there any coercion?" Uncle Nine then asked.

When Ren Fa heard this, he just smiled awkwardly, but did not answer, which was regarded as acquiescing to Uncle Jiu's guess.

"I think it must have been coerced, otherwise he would have harmed you and made you cover the whole tomb with ashes." Seeing that the man had dug up the tombstone, Uncle Nine took a few steps closer and said.

Ash is cement. When he first watched the movie, Huang Xiaohao never knew what Uncle Jiu was talking about, but after this era, he found out that the ash was cement. Not only that, many things from abroad, the common people of this era like to add a foreign word in front, which is different and superior, such as what kind of dress, foreign car, foreign watch, foreign gray and so on.

"What should I do?"

"It should be covered with snowflakes, so that dragonflies can be called water! The coffin head can't touch the water, so how can you order water~! Uncle Nine turned around and said to Ren Fa again, "Fortunately, he still has a conscience, so that you will be buried in a coffin after twenty years, which will only harm you for half your life, not your whole life, and only your generation and not your eighteen generations." ”

When the people around heard this, they all nodded, obviously agreeing with Uncle Jiu's speculation. If Huang Xiaohao didn't know the plot of the next movie, he would also agree with Uncle Jiu's speculation, believing that Mr. Feng Shui is a conscientious person and will not be killed.

But in the plot of the movie, this old lady Ren, who was shaded by Mr. Feng Shui, was transformed not long after he was dug up. Old lady Ren, who turned into a zombie, broke free from the shackles set by Uncle Jiu, and immediately ran to Ren's mansion to kill his own son Ren Fa. Then she had to kill her only granddaughter, Ren Tingting, and it took a lot of effort from the nine uncles and apprentices who were protecting her to finally eliminate her.

If it weren't for the Ninth Uncle, a master of Taoism, sitting here, the Ren family would have been wiped out by this zombie a long time ago, and they would have been cut off. I'm afraid that even the entire Renjia Town will have to be turned upside down by this zombie, and it will be difficult for people and animals to stay.

So if you want to say that Mr. Feng Shui is a person with a conscience, Huang Xiaohao is the first to disbelieve it. It's just that Mr. Feng Shui didn't appear in the movie at all, and was only mentioned a few words verbally, and Huang Xiaohao didn't know more information about him, so he could only wait for time to investigate the whereabouts of this Mr. Feng Shui.

"See~!" With a shout, the people had already dug open the thick cement layer covering the tomb and saw the coffin buried vertically.

Uncle Nine and Ren Fa also stopped talking for the time being, watching the coffin being hung out of the tomb and placed in front of everyone.

The ninth uncle presided over some taboo avoidance ceremonies, and then instructed the people to nail open the coffin.

"Pounce~!" The sound of wings fluttering suddenly sounded, and in the dense forest around the cemetery, the birds flew out in unison, as if frightened, and flew away from the coffin.

The four people who were standing on the side of the coffin and prying off the nails of the coffin, seeing this situation, couldn't help but feel furious, feeling that the coffin close at hand was like a big ice cube, exuding bursts of cold air, which made them tremble a little.

Huang Xiaohao cultivates the Dao of Yin and Yang, and is the most sensitive to the two qi of Yin and Yang. As early as the moment he saw the coffin, Huang Xiaohao sensed an extremely thick yin and evil aura, and at the moment when the coffin was hoisted, it suddenly erupted from under the tomb, but it did not spread to the surroundings at all, and all of them were sucked into the coffin.

This happened extremely quickly and hidden, and Huang Xiaohao only faintly sensed it. Looking at Uncle Jiu's expression, he hadn't noticed this situation yet.

However, when Uncle Nine saw the situation in the coffin, he also understood in his heart that this time the matter was not simple, and that Mr. Feng Shui did not have a conscience as he guessed, but had ill intentions and ill intentions.

The old lady Ren in the coffin has a lifelike appearance, as if he has just died and been buried, and there is no sign of decay. However, in fact, Mrs. Ren has been buried for twenty years.

The moment the lid of the coffin was opened, a few traces of evil qi that were almost condensed like substance were illuminated by the sun, and immediately dissipated invisible. And more of the yin and evil qi that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye instantly shrank into the corpse of the old lady Ren and disappeared.

"Uncle Nine, can this tomb still be used?" Ren Fa knelt down and bowed to his father, then got up and asked.

"Dragonflies point to water, little by little, definitely not in the same place, this tomb has been abandoned." Uncle Nine answered Ren Fa's question with a frown, staring at Old Lady Ren's corpse with a serious face.

"So what should I do now?"

"Master Ren, I propose to be cremated on the spot." Uncle Nine replied in a solemn tone.

"Cremation? No, what my father was most afraid of when he was alive was fire, so you should think about any other way! Although Ren Fa is an enlightened businessman, the concept of honoring ancestors and entering the earth is obviously still deep-rooted, and he does not agree to cremation at all. Even if Uncle Nine whispered in his ear to remind him that there would be big trouble if he didn't cremate, he still resolutely disagreed.

"Oh well~! Then carry the coffin back to Yizhuang first, and I will think of a way to help the old lady Ren find a new tomb for burial in the next few days. ”

Uncle Nine couldn't directly remind Ren Fa, saying that his father, Mrs. Ren, was about to be transformed and would be burned immediately. What's more, the corpse transformation is just his speculation, and he can't use this to persuade Ren Fa to agree, so he can only compromise temporarily and find another way to deal with it.