When the white-haired old man heard me say this, he smiled slightly: I have guessed that you should have come to look for the Bantian River.

Speaking of this, he stretched out his hand and handed me a bamboo joint: when I went back, I broke the bamboo joint, and there was a good half-heavenly river inside.

I took it and thanked me again and again.

The white-haired old man said, "It's me who should be thanked." You are the benefactor of our Xue family.

The wind was gusting around me, and I shrunk my neck, wondering when to say goodbye.

The white-haired old man seemed to see my thoughts, he waved his hand, and said: "There is a lot of yin qi here, and the longer you stay here, the more bad it will be for your body." It's better to go back as soon as possible.

I was overjoyed when I heard this, said a few polite words, and turned around to leave.

The white-haired old man stopped me again: Little brother, can you do me another favor?

I secretly complained in my heart: Am I Lei Feng? Why do you ask me for help?

The white-haired old man said with some embarrassment: The old man has never begged anyone in his life. But these years, it has been too hard. Little brother, the old man is fortunate to see you today, he doesn't know how many hundred years will be before he can see others. If you don't help me, I'm afraid I'll never find anyone again.

I heard what he said miserably, so I had to turn around and smile reluctantly: "Old man, please speak."

The white-haired old man said, "When you have time, can you open my bones and choose another place to bury them?" Let me also avoid the pain of this heart.

I breathed a sigh of relief: it turned out to be such a thing, it scared me to death. I thought about it for a while and asked cautiously: There is nothing wrong with these bamboos, right? After you cut it, it will give me a headache and brain fever, right?

The white-haired old man smiled: After tomorrow, these bamboos will also be difficult to protect themselves. How can I help you?

As the old man said this, suddenly, a rooster crowed from a long distance. Immediately after, a dozen chickens crowed one after another.

The white-haired old man sighed: It's dawn, it's time for me to go. Little brother, please.

I also arched my hand: rest assured, old gentleman.

Then, the white-haired old man's body gradually faded, and finally, disappeared.

I looked to the east, and it wasn't even white. I was holding on to the bamboos and was about to find my way out. Suddenly, a red leaf fell on my hand.

I looked up in amazement, and then in the moonlight, I saw that the bamboos were blooming. Blood-colored saffron. They bloom at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then they wither and fall one after another. It's like a red snowfall.

What just fell on my hand was not a leaf, but a flower.

The color was so terrifying, and the flowers bloomed so suddenly, that I staggered out of the bamboo forest.

After the rooster crowed, the ghostly spirits in the graveyard were gone. I walked easily through the grave bag when I suddenly heard thunderous snoring in front of me.

I walked over and saw that Mr. Lu's candle had long since been extinguished. And he was leaning against the grave, snoring and sleeping.

I'm a little annoyed, Lao Tzu is charging in front, frightened, you sleep so peacefully here?

I kicked him with my foot: Mr. Lu, I'm back.

Mr. Lu smacked his lips and got up slowly: Are you back? Let's go.

I grabbed him: there is a hundred-year-old ghost in this bamboo forest.

Mr. Lu didn't take it seriously: There are more century-old ghosts in this world. Do you want me to make a roster?

I grabbed him: Lao Tzu almost died inside.

Mr. Lu waved his hand: Don't worry, I'm listening to the movement outside. You can't die. Tell me, what happened to you? I heard a lot of movement.

I briefly explained the situation inside, and Mr. Lu listened for a while, and gradually widened his eyes. Then, he patted me on the shoulder vigorously: Zhao Mang, if I can survive this trip, I must take you as an apprentice.

I waved my hand: I'm not interested in being a Taoist priest.

Mr. Lu pointed to the bamboo forest that was fluttering and falling red flowers: You not only resolved the grievances between the Xue family and the Yin ghost woman, but also happened to meet the ancestors of the Xue family. How much chance is this? I see that you have a lot of fate with these ghosts. It's a shame that you don't do this business.

I was for a while: Dao Chief, I see that you are handsome and have a great figure. It would be a shame if you didn't make ducks.

Mr. Lu was at a loss: What is a duck?

At this time, the sky finally has a tendency to shine. I looked back at the bamboo forest, and the safflowers had fallen and the bamboo was rapidly withering.

I was a little surprised and said: The speed at which this bamboo withered seemed to be a little too fast.

Mr. Lu hummed and said: These bamboos are not normal to be born, and it is not normal to die. Alright, let's go. Pick a day to help the old gentleman take out the bones.

While I wanted to go back with Mr. Lu, I asked with some concern: This has been hundreds of years. I don't know if I can find his bones.

Mr. Lu smiled: Don't worry about this. It's guaranteed to be a hit.

The two of us went back to Xue Qian's house. Mr. Lu took out the wooden knife and carefully cut a hole in the bamboo. Poured out the half-heavenly river inside.

I saw that the water was very viscous and smelly.

Mr. Lu instructed Aunt Xue to take a bowl, picked up a little of those half-heavenly rivers, put them in the bowl, and melted them with water.

When he was doing these things, he kept smiling and kept saying: I haven't seen such a pure half-day river for many years. It's a treasure, and it has to stay.

Aunt Xue took the bowl to the side of the bed and carefully fed it to Xue Qian's mouth.

At the beginning, Xue Qian had no consciousness. But after two mouthfuls, he began to swallow actively. By the time the bowl of water was poured, he could already open his eyes.

It's just that his spirit is extremely sluggish, and he looks like he has just crawled back from the ghost gate.

Aunt Xue looked at Mr. Lu worriedly: What do you think of Xue Qian's situation? How could I see that he was very sick?

Mr. Lu also frowned and said: It stands to reason that he drank the river water for a long time, even if he was weak, it would not come to this point.

I secretly thought to myself: He has had sex with the ghost woman, it's not surprising.

I only heard Mr. Lu pretending to be a ghost to check Xue Qian's pulse, and said: The void is a little bit empty, but the foundation is still there, and it should be nothing big if you raise it for a few days.

We talked to Xue Qian for a while, and then let him continue to sleep.

Mr. Lu instructed me: Don't wander around here, go back and lie down.

I'm tired enough these days. Lying in bed, I soon fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I saw a light on in the room, which was very glaring. I tried to get up, but I found that I couldn't use my strength at all.

Mr. Lu said next to me, "Boy, you have slept for a day and a night. Come, eat something, it's going to be relieved.

I barely drank two mouthfuls of food before falling asleep again. This sleep is two days. During this time, I was dazed, half asleep, and had a lot of strange dreams.

After three days, I was finally able to get out of bed. His feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, and he walked swaying against the wall.

I sat in the living room for a while. Suddenly, I heard a howl like killing a pig coming from Xue Qian's room.

Xue Qian scolded angrily: Lu Laodao, you bastard. I'll go to you

Then there was a cheap smile from Mr. Lu, who seemed to be persuading Xue Qian to do something.

I shook my head and sighed: This Mr. Lu turned out to be more than just himself. He's seeing who he's pitting whom.

After a while, I saw Aunt Xue distressed and walked out of it. I asked her: What's going on?

With tears in her eyes, Aunt Xue turned around and pointed, but didn't say anything. Then I went back to my room.

I looked behind her, and Mr. Lu cautiously came back with a bowl. I looked around my neck, and it seemed to be blood.

I was surprised and asked, "What is this?" Whose blood?

Mr. Lu said carelessly: Xue Qian's.

I was shocked: so much blood? You're not afraid to kill him?

Mr. Lu waved his hand: He has made up too much in the past two days. I helped him to bleed, and it was also for his good. Then he took out a brush and said, "What's more, the blood is of great use." I will sacrifice with them.