Xu Yuanzhi is right, a baby who dies at birth will not be graven, so there is only one possibility, that is, there are really others buried in this tomb.

"Master, you don't really plan to dig this grave, do you?" I looked at Xu Yuanzhi, who was eager to try.

"Didn't that little ghost recruit us just to let us dig graves?" Xu Yuanzhi stared at the tomb, his eyes full of excited little stars.

I looked at him with a frown and said, "When did the little imp say that?" Are you wrong? Or do you think there's a treasure in this grave? ”

There is one thing that I am worried about him, in order to feed the so-called strange beasts in his earth ball, he has dug a grave buried in the treasure land of feng shui.

To borrow his shameless words, it is a pity that the things in the grave are buried in the ground, so it is better to dig them out and make the best use of them.

I suspect that this time he wants to use this little devil to dig graves and rob graves.

Xu Yuanzhi seemed to see through my mind and said, "I really don't mean anything else this time, just intuitively, this little ghost just wants us to dig the grave." ”

What if that's what it means? Can't turn around and retaliate against the two of us? "I didn't have an angry reply.

Who knew that the old boy said lightly: "That's not what it means, let's fill it in again, it's a big deal, don't be verbose, dig it!" ”

This is a thing that damages yin morality, and I don't know where he got the spirit, and he can't see a trace of fatigue that hasn't slept all night.

What about tools? You can't dig by hand, can you?

Xu Yuanzhi thought for a while and said, "Anyway, it's still early, go back to the village to borrow some tools, and come back again." ”

After a lot of tossing and turning at night, I felt that I had walked a lot and didn't want to walk again during the day, only to find that it was not far away.

Passing through the cemetery, and through a forest, I saw the old house in the distance.

As soon as I saw the old house, I unconsciously thought of Li Guogang again.

So he asked Xu Yuanzhi: "Where did Li Guogang go last night?" ”

Xu Yuanzhi's big head shook around: "After you were fascinated by the little ghost, I patronized to see you, how could I still have the heart to look at him, but looking at the direction he walked seemed to be a graveyard." ”

"What is he doing in the middle of the night?"

Xu Yuanzhi shook his head again, said he didn't know, and said: "He and that Li Yuanlong are very suspicious, wait until we dig up the grave first, and then check them when we have time." ”

When it comes to digging graves, I can't help but think back to last night's experience and ask, "Under what circumstances do you think the black carp will fail?" Why didn't it work at all last night, the ghost baby could feel my breath all the time and stare at me. ”

Hearing this, Xu Yuanzhi frowned and thought for a long time, shook his head and said, "I haven't encountered this situation either, it's weird!" ”

I nodded and said: "It's really weird, this little ghost is very special, not only is the black grass carp useless to it, it seems to be able to control my emotions, when it cries, I am clearly scared to death, but there are all kinds of emotions in my heart, as if ...... It was as if we were connected by blood, and I could feel the mood swings in its heart. ”

"Bloodline?"

Xu Yuanzhi repeated my words in a low voice, frowned and thought for a long time, and finally seemed to think of something, his face was full of shock, and he looked at me like a stranger.

I nervous: "What do you think?" ”

"I've really thought of one thing, but I'm not sure yet, I'll know when the grave is dug up."

Xu Yuanzhi sold it, but from his expression, I could tell that he probably knew what was going on, and he was not in a hurry at this time anyway, so he would wait until the grave was dug up.

After walking for a while, I saw that I had entered the village.

A group of people were standing at the back of the village, not knowing what they were doing.

Isn't it Li Yuanlong's house? Early in the morning, what are a lot of people doing in front of his house?

I'm still that teenager, and this love of watching excitement hasn't changed at all, so I pulled Xu Yuanzhi into the crowd.

In the middle of the crowd, there was a half-old man in his fifties, I vaguely remember that his name was Yang Zhiping, and he owned a commissary at home.

At this time, he held a hundred-yuan bill in his left hand, pointed to the door of Li Yuanlong's house with his right hand, and shouted loudly: "Everyone come to see, it's this money, Li Yuanlong, the old man, has spent this money in my shop no less than ten times." I don't know what evil method he used, every time he finished buying something, that night, the money was ...... lost."

Yang Zhiping said emotionally for a long time before I understood what was going on.

Many times, the money he put in the drawer the night before would be less the next morning, sometimes a hundred less, sometimes two hundred less, anyway. At first, he thought he was misremembering, but then he paid attention to it, counted the money with his wife every night, locked the drawers, and got up in the middle of the night to stare at the ...... A lot of methods were used, and the old couple was exhausted, but the money was still lost.

Later, he had a heart and made a mark on the money, wanting to see whose hand it had gone.

As a result, this morning Li Yuanlong took the money he had marked and went to his commissary to buy something, so the old man followed and scolded all the way here, attracting most of the people in the village to come and see the excitement.

This thing is really strange, the money spent can be returned, there are still such good things in the world?

But then I thought that Li Yuanlong didn't do any work, but he was never short of money to spend, isn't it that he has always used this evil art to find money?

"You are such an old person, and you still do this kind of immoral thing, our shop is a small business, and we can't afford to toss you so much......"

Yang Zhiping was still scolding, his emotions were high, and his spit was flying.

The onlookers also pointed at the closed gate of Li Yuanlong's house and talked in low voices.

I glanced at Xu Yuanzhi and asked, "What do you think is going on?" ”

Xu Yuanzhi didn't answer, but walked straight to Yang Zhiping, took the hundred-yuan bill in his hand and looked at it carefully.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of rapid and dense footsteps behind him.

Good guy, Li Guogang, this turtle grandson, came with more than a dozen people, carrying sticks, and rushed here violently.

He must have known about this, so he took a few steps in front of Yang Zhiping, and said with a tiger face: "Old Yangtou, there are people coming and going all day long in your store, and the money is flowing, flowing back and forth into the hands of my grandfather, what's the fuss about?" My grandfather is almost 100 years old, can he do this? If you dare to slander his old man again, don't blame me for being unkind to you! ”

After that, he raised the stick in his hand, and he looked like he would do it if he didn't agree with him.

Yang Zhiping has lived for such a long time, so he naturally knows not to suffer the loss in front of him, he glanced at Li Guogang, and swallowed his anger to take the money in Xu Yuanzhi's hand, it seems that he wants to leave.

Xu Yuanzhi was still studying there, and he didn't know what he had seen.

Li Guogang didn't like the two of us, but at this time, he walked up to Xu Yuanzhi and said in a low voice: "Old thing, don't be nosy, get out of the way, otherwise you will look good." ”

"Frog Gate." Xu Yuanzhi looked at the fierce and vicious Li Guogang, sneered, and spit out three words disdainfully.

Hearing Xu Yuanzhi's words, Li Guogang was stunned, and then his face turned blue and very ugly.

Xu Yuanzhi didn't pay any more attention to him, returned the money to Yang Zhiping, and shouted at me: "Changsheng, let's go!" ”