At that time, Zhang Cuifang turned into a black mist and burrowed back into his tomb, Wen Jun saw that the place was not far from him, and he knew that the reason why he had been hitting the wall before and couldn't find the seventh row was actually the illusion of the other party.

He didn't go to the seventh row, he kept going around the fifth row.

He took out the perfume from his pocket, poured some on the handkerchief, threw it to the position of the seventh row, and then left the smell of perfume all the way, and continued to look for Bai Zhou and the others.

Bai Zhou nodded and asked, "Mr. Wen, why do you carry perfume with you?"

The smile on Wen Junzhi's face stiffened slightly, but immediately returned to normal.

"I opened a private perfume shop, the business is very good, I am preparing to expand production, I am researching new perfumes, this is a sample." He took two steps forward, as if unintentionally, closer to her, and asked, "How is it, does it smell?"

Bai Zhou sniffed and said, "It's a very fresh smell, it's grass and wood."

"Do you like it?" He asked again, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Before Bai Zhou could answer, he heard Black Butterfly cough lightly, and his face turned dark and said, "That...... Are we ready to go? Time waits for no one."

When is it, do you still have the heart to pick up girls? Can it be reliable?

Bai Zhou nodded: "Yes, it's time to go."

She rubbed Rhubarb's face and said, "Rhubarb, it's up to you this time."

Rhubarb showed a very happy expression and puffed a few times, as if to say, "Leave it to me."

Wen Junzhi was a little dissatisfied in his heart, and the little atmosphere he had finally created was all stirred up.

A few people followed Rhubarb through the mist, still clutching the Mithril rope.

In fact, there is no problem with the rope, as long as you catch it, you won't be teleported to other places by the fog, before a few people were teleported away before they grabbed the rope, only Bai Zhou caught it in time.

And Black Butterfly recalled that when she threw the rope at the beginning, she did not hold the rope for a moment, but in that short moment, she almost took a bath in the evolution tank.

With the perfume, Rhubarb moved quickly, leading the crowd through the fog to a row of tombstones.

A few people glanced at the serial number of that row, which was the third row.

But Rhubarb still got in, sniffed here and there, and finally found the handkerchief that Wen Junzhi had thrown.

"Wang." It exclaimed happily.

Wen Junzhi touched his head and praised, "What a good dog."

It dodged away in disgust, and when Bai Zhou touched it, its eyes narrowed with joy.

Wen Jun was speechless, this is too different, right?

"Look." Hei Feng pointed to one of the tombstones and shouted, "This is Zhang Cuifang's tomb!"

Everyone leaned over, cleared the fog, and sure enough, they saw a black and white posthumous photo, on which was an old lady with gloomy eyes, exactly the same as the one in Wen Junzhi's hand.

Below the photo is a line of words: The tomb of the loving mother Zhang Cuifang.

There is another tomb next to it, next to Zhang Cuifang's tomb, which reads: The tomb of Du Sanxing, a loving father.

This should be the tomb of Zhang Cuifang's husband.

Wen Junzhi squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil from Du Sanxing's grave, and pinched it in his hand, his eyes were a little deep.

"What a strong malice." Bai Zhou Road.

The black butterfly seemed to sense something, and said, "I feel the aura of the talisman."

She looked around and walked around the grave.

"Why is there a talisman on this?" Black Butterfly circled behind the tombstone and frowned in surprise.

It was three yellow runes, and the runes were painted with intricate runes in cinnabar.

"What is this?" Hei Feng asked.

"It's ...... Spell Talisman." Black Butterfly's brow furrowed even deeper, "It's for cursing."

"Curse what?" Hei Feng asked again.

"Curse the other party and never be able to live forever."

The crowd was silent for a moment.

"As I expected." Wen Junzhi smiled, "This old lady was indeed killed by that nanny named Lin Shuang."

All three women looked at him in unison.

"How?" Bai Zhou asked.

Wen Jun stopped, "I met the evil spirit that Zhang Cuifang turned into before, and I put some words out of her mouth."

Bai Zhou: "......"

To be able to get words out of the mouth of an evil spirit is worthy of you.

Wen Junzhi continued: "This old lady has a slight Alzheimer's disease, that is, Alzheimer's disease, and she can't remember many things, but she thinks that Lin Shuang is very good to her, everything goes along with her, and the food she cooks is also delicious, and her daughter will only take care of her."

"Do you remember what kind of illness Zhang Cuifang died of?"

"Sudden cerebral infarction."

"That's right." Wen Jun stopped, "It's already obvious. This Lin Shuang, all the food made for the old lady is high in oil and sugar, so the old lady thinks it is delicious."

"But the elderly can't eat high oil, sugar and salt, especially the elderly with underlying diseases, who are prone to accidents."

"But in the eyes of the old lady, this nanny, who doesn't care about herself and cooks food for herself, is a very good person, so the neighbors say that they are very close."