"Your ancestral tomb faces northwest, with its back to the southeast, and clashes with other ancestral tombs around it, and the evil spirit is too heavy."

"If you want your child to recover completely, you need to relocate the tombstone of your ancestral grave, or relocate your ancestral grave." Li Zhuang looked at the confused expression on Wang Erzhu's face and said to Wang Erzhu.

"But......" Wang Erzhu's face was embarrassed, as if there was something unspeakable.

"But what? Is your child's life important or your chances of getting rich? Weigh it up for yourselves. Li Zhuang glared at Wang Erzhu and dropped this sentence at Wang Erzhu.

"You...... How do you know? After hearing Li Zhuang's words, a surprised expression appeared on Wang Erzhu's face.

"You don't need to ask much about this, I just want to ask you one thing, will your child be saved or not?" Li Zhuang asked angrily.

Wang Erzhu gritted his teeth and said to Li Zhuang: "For the sake of my family's melon baby, I let it go." ”

Li Zhuang was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly said to Wang Erzhu: "Without further ado, hurry up and transfer the location of your ancestral tombstone, otherwise, it will not be good to wait for your melon baby to become ill." ”

"Uh-huh, I'll go to the village and call someone." After Wang Erzhu finished speaking, he disappeared in front of Li Zhuang.

After Wang Erzhu left, the expression on Li Zhuang's face suddenly became solemn. He always felt that the ancestral tomb of Wang Erzhu's family was not so simple, and he always felt as if there was something waiting for him faintly, as if there was an unknown secret calling him.

After a while, Wang Erzhu took a few young and strong young men and Li Zhuang up the back mountain together.

Digging the soil and moving the grave is a big deal, and after the villagers of the devil village knew about it, they put down their farm work and came to the back mountain.

Subsequently, under the auspices of the village chief, Wang Erzhu sacrificed a little wine and meat to his ancestral tomb.

After doing this, several young people picked up the hoes in their hands and began to dig on top of Wang Erzhu's ancestral grave.

An hour later, the soil under the tombstone of Wang Erzhu's ancestor was almost dug up by them.

When the village chief saw this, he hurriedly stopped them and told them to stop quickly.

After a few moments, the village chief threw them a piece of twine, which was maroon in color and as thick as half an arm's arm of an adult man.

After the villagers took the hemp rope, they put the hemp rope on the top of the tombstone very neatly, looking very professional.

Subsequently, several villagers held hemp ropes and circled the tombstone several times. Moments later, the tombstone was tied tightly to the ground.

Seeing this, the villagers next to them threw them four thick logs.

The villagers carried the wood and put ropes around the ends of the wood.

Then, four young men half-crouched down and carried the wood on their shoulders.

"One, two, three...... ......," one of the villagers shouted.

When the three villagers heard this, they stiffened their waists with great difficulty. However, the tombstone seemed to be deeply rooted in the earth, and there was still no movement.

"Dog, big cow, go and help!" Seeing the struggling expressions on their faces, the village chief shouted to the villagers next to him.

"Hahaha...... The four of you haven't eaten in the morning, four big men, you can't even lift this monument? Da Niu laughed loudly when he saw this, and the rest of the villagers also closed their mouths happily when they saw this.

In fact, these four villagers are all tall and powerful, and their arms are powerful.

In normal times, any one of them would be able to lift the millstone in the village with one hand. However, now in front of this tombstone, they feel powerless.

The village chief looked at their struggling appearance, and also wondered in his heart.

Obviously, the soil under the tombstone has been dug up by them, and it is almost at the bottom. But why can't they lift it?

These four guys are born with divine powers, and in the village, everyone calls them brute bulls.

Whenever there is a funeral in the village, these four people will be listed as the Eight Immortals. If any of them are missing from the Eight Immortals, the Eight Immortals are not called the Eight Immortals.

Zhang Da Niuren, as his name suggests, is also a master with natural divine power, otherwise, he would never dare to laugh at these four people in front of so many people.

"Big bull, don't brag b, you can try it yourself!" After a villager heard Zhang Daniu's words, he was anxious to blush.

"Okay, today I'll show you who is the most powerful person in our village!" Zhang Daniu was overjoyed when he heard this, he had long wanted to show himself in front of the villagers.

"Enough, Da Niu, don't be reckless in front of me, this tombstone is not as simple as you think, you can carry it together." The expression on the village chief's face suddenly became solemn, and he said loudly to Zhang Daniu.

"Okay, since the village chief has spoken, let's listen to the village chief." Zhang Daniu nodded stupidly, the village chief is the head of a village, and he doesn't want to offend the village chief.

A moment later, Zhang Daniu and seven other villagers stood in a row and carried the sticks on their shoulders.

As one of the villagers gave orders, Zhang Daniu and several other villagers tried their best to straighten their waists upward.

However, no matter how hard they tried, the tombstone still stood quietly, unmoving, as steady as Mount Tai.

"Village...... The village chief, I ...... I can't do it, we have used all the strength to eat, but ...... But this tombstone just can't be lifted. Zhang Daniu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said embarrassedly to the village chief.

When the villagers next to them saw it, they all showed surprised expressions on their faces. They can't lift it, and there really is no one in the Devil's Village who can lift the ground.

The village chief pondered for a long time, then suddenly raised his head sharply and said to them, "If you dig down with your hoe again, maybe you haven't dug deep enough." ”

The villagers nodded, and now they could only comfort themselves like this.

After a few moments, the villagers raised their shovels and began to dig down again.

"Ah......h

Just then, a villager shouted. At the same time, a panicked look appeared on his face.

When the villagers next to him saw it, their eyes shifted to him.

At this time, the villager's face was already covered with blood, and this red blood was the same blood that he had just gone down with a hoe and came out of the soil.

"Blood...... Bloody ......"

After seeing the blood on the villager's face, someone soon cried out.

When the village chief and the rest of the villagers saw this, their faces were shocked. Even Li Zhuang didn't know why, and he looked confused.

"This ...... What's going on? The village chief immediately asked them to stop what they were doing, looked at Li Zhuang and asked.

Li Zhuang was silent, walked up quickly, squatted down next to the tombstone, twisted the blood-soaked soil with his hands, put it between his nose and sniffed it.

In a moment, a strong smell of blood came out of the soil, stimulating every nerve in Li Zhuang's body.

(End of chapter)