Yang Yongxian stood aside and breathed a sigh of relief.

Sanwu was still looking at the burnt mass of flesh and bones in the bundle roll, and said to Yang Yongxian without raising his head: "Don't rush to do the magic ritual for your transfer. I'll practice this good thing first, and then I can get my strength back."

If it increases greatly, it will be smoother for you to perform the transfer ritual."

Yang Yongxian was anxious, so he said: "Master, I think you should help me with the transfer first. I have been in a slump for more than thirty years and I really can't wait any longer..."

Sanwu raised his eyelids and glanced at Yang Yongxian with a worried look on his face.

Yang Yongxian was a little scared.

Sanwu took out two wooden dolls from his waist and handed them to Yang Yongxian: "I made these in seclusion for the past few days. You take these two things and bury one under the stone pier of the new bridge and the other."

Under the stone monument on the new road, this is also specially for you."

Yang Yongxian looked at the two small puppets in his hands. Although they had the bodies of dolls and were carved with arms and legs, why were their facial features so scary? The faces were ferocious and the facial features were distorted!

Holding it in my hand, it feels heavy, cool, and indescribably evil.

Sanwu immediately kicked Yang Yongxian away and went into seclusion again to practice his treasure.

Even reminding him to feed him was forgotten.

And because Yang Yongxian got these two things that could change his luck, he kept them as if they were treasures. The construction of roads and bridges was proceeding according to the normal schedule. The foreman was one of his subordinates. He looked for an opportunity to secretly remove the two puppets.

Just bury it and that's it.

Yang Yongxian returned to his house and fell asleep soon after.

Under the bed, the jar began to glow red again, and the contents inside were about to move.

When Yang Yongxian was drowsily sleeping, he felt someone blowing cool air on his ear.

Yang Yongxian raised his hand and patted the base of his ears, and the cold air disappeared.

When he was hazy, he felt someone was picking his nostrils again. Yang Yongxian raised his hand and patted it, and found a soft little hand.

But those little hands were like ice cubes, which woke him up all of a sudden.

He sat up suddenly. There was nothing in the room.

He raised his hand and looked at it carefully. The cold feeling just now was still there. It was too real, not like a dream at all.

He suddenly thought of something, quickly got out of bed, took out the jar from under the bed, and patted it.

Then, he bit one of his fingers and opened the lid of the altar a little, letting the blood drip in.

What came from the jar was not the sound of drops of blood falling, but the sound of strange swallowing.

There seemed to be a mouth inside, open wide, waiting for this delicious food.

The sound of swallowing was really like that of a person who has been hungry for ten days and a half, one sound after another.

Yang Yongxian was frightened when he heard this, and he was cursing in his heart: You stinky boy, please don't hurt me. I am your father. When you are full, you have to help your father do things. Don't hurt me...

Yang Yongxian thought that the things he did were hidden enough, but there was no airtight wall in the world.

Yang Yongxian finished feeding the jar and took a nap. He got up, washed himself and went out to see the bridge and road.

Watching Yang Yongxian's figure disappear at the door of the yard, Yu Xingkui quietly slipped into Yang Yongxian's house, tiptoed and took out the jar from under the bed...

After a while, Yu Xingkui staggered to the Luo family, found Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang, and told the matter.

"Tangyao, Qing'er, I'm really scared to death. I've lived for more than 40 years. This is the first time I've seen such a scary thing!"

"Uncle Xingkui, please slow down and tell me, what kind of scary thing is hidden under my brother's bed?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Yu Xingkui sat there, his face pale, his whole body trembling, and his tongue was knotted when he spoke.

"I, I can't tell. Most of the jar was filled with black water and had a strange smell. I held the jar and swung it around for a few times. There was something soaked in it. It was round and white, like... like melon seeds on my head...

…”

"Human head melon seeds?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Yu Xingkui nodded, then shook his head: "It's like a human head, but it's too small. It's only as big as my fist..."

A fist with a big head? Isn’t that just a child’s head?

Could it be...that he is Zhao Xiaomao, the son of Zhao Dagou?

"Uncle Xingkui, please do something for me." Yang Ruoqing said.

…

A jar with yellow paper on the side is now quietly placed on the table.

There were three people sitting at the table, namely Yang Ruoqing, Luo Fengtang, and Yu Xingkui.

"Uncle Xingkui, when you go back, pretend that nothing happened and continue to do the same things as before. If my cousin finds out that the jar is missing and asks about it, you will pretend that you don't know anything."

Yang Ruoqing warned Yu Xingkui again.

Yu Xingkui nodded repeatedly. Before leaving, he glanced at the jar on the table with fear, "Qing'er, tell me the truth. Is there anything harmful to the world in this jar?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Not only is it harmful to nature, but it is also harmful to moral integrity!"

Yu Xingkui looked angrily, "Every day, people go around building bridges and paving roads like a dog to be good people, but behind the scenes they do such destructive things. Qing'er, you and Tang Yazi have to take care of this matter!"

Yang Ruoqing said 'hmm', "Uncle Xingkui, don't worry, we will take care of this matter to the end!"

When Yu Xingkui left, Yang Ruoqing stuffed another two taels of silver into Yu Xingkui's hand.

Yu Xingkui doesn’t want it.

"I've already taken enough of your money, no need, no need..."

But Yang Ruoqing insisted on putting the money into his hand.

"Uncle Xingkui, take this money. You helped us a lot this time. You also took a big risk in getting this thing out. I'll treat this money as buying you a drink. It's a relief."

You must accept it."

In the end, Yu Xingkui couldn't defeat Yang Ruoqing and accepted the two taels of silver.

I haven’t bought the wine yet, and I’m too shocked to think about it, but I’m very shocked and grateful.

Because the rewards for helping Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang are so great, the risk is worth it.

"Qing'er, Tang Yazi, then I would like to thank you very much. Next time if you have any orders, just tell me and I will go there first."

"Okay, Uncle Xingkui, please walk slowly."

After Yu Xingkui left, Luo Fengtang went over to close the courtyard door and returned to the house.

But there was already one more person in the room.

The man was wearing black clothes and a cloak on his head. At this moment, she and Yang Ruoqing sat down hand in hand and took off the cloak, revealing a familiar face.

"Sister, I'm back."

"Yu'er, you came back earlier than I expected."

"Well, if something like this happens in the village, I don't dare to delay it."
Chapter completed!