I dreamed at night that my carriage and horse suddenly broke down while driving during the day, and then I bumped into them on the street...

Xiaohua didn't dare to say anything further, tears fell down, and her body was shaking slightly. No matter how the wife thought about her man being called to a party by a classmate who had been dead for almost a year, she couldn't calm down.

Everyone in the main room became quiet at this moment, and even their breathing became a little strange.

Although everyone didn't say anything, they were all thinking the same thought in their minds: Da'an, could it be that you encountered a ghost?

Oh my gosh, it's a clear day!

Yang Huazhong suddenly stretched out his hand towards Old Man Zhu: "Brother Zhu, lend me a knife. I can use any knife!"

Old man Zhu was stunned for a moment: "Brother Yang, what do you want a knife for so late at night?"

"I'll go look outside again and get a knife close to me."

Yang Huazhong explained that being close to the body can also drive away evil spirits.

"Dad, don't go out in a hurry. I'll ask you a few more questions later." Yang Ruoqing came over to persuade Yang Huazhong.

She turned around and asked Old Man Zhu, Big Beard and the others: "Then when you asked the shop owner across from Deng's house for information, did you find out where Deng Juren was buried?"

The bearded man shook his head, "I really didn't pay attention to this..."

Old Man Zhu said: "Guniuling, then Deng Juren should be buried in Guniuling."

"Uncle Zhu, how can you be so sure? The shopkeeper didn't say anything, and none of us heard it." Another villager standing next to the bearded man also spoke up.

Old man Zhu raised his head and looked at everyone, his eyes shining with determination under the dim light.

"One day in the spring of this year, I was cutting firewood at Guniuling. I met a group of people carrying a coffin and wailing for burial. When I saw the splendid scene, I felt that they were not poor people, but probably well-off people. There was a special person inside.

The person who took care of the funeral was a distant relative of mine. Later, when we had dinner together and talked about the day of the burial, he said that the master of a wealthy family nearby had died, and he was not very young. Now that I think about it, what the hell?

Is it Deng Juren?"

The matter has reached this point, and the truth seems to be a bit fantasy, but the facts are right in front of you. People know that it is fantasy but they still have to dive in.

Yang Ruoqing made a quick decision and left Xiaohua in the house to accompany the children. She, Yang Huazhong, Blacksmith Luo and the others went up to Guniuling to find Da'an.

Old Man Zhu volunteered to show them the way because he knew where Deng Juren's grave was.

The bearded men also wanted to help, but considering that they had already accompanied Old Man Zhu to the town for more than 20 miles and back, which was a very difficult journey, Yang Ruoqing did not let them go and asked them to provide support in the village.

Two subordinates came up and wanted to go with them. Yang Ruoqing only took one with him and left one to guard the Zhu family. Otherwise, they would be left with old, weak, women and children, and they were worried.

In addition, when encountering such a bizarre thing, Xiaohua had already been frightened, so it would be emboldening to have a subordinate to take care of everything.

The north wind is howling, the mountain road is rugged, and there are thorns everywhere. After only three or five steps, weeds block the road, making it really difficult to walk.

Old man Zhu held a torch and led the way, followed closely by Yang Huazhong, carrying a windproof lantern in his hand.

Yang Ruoqing originally wanted to move to the rear, but Blacksmith Luo pushed her to the front. Blacksmith Luo also wanted Yang Ruoqing's subordinate to move to the middle while he moved to the rear.

In his own words: There may be something wrong with these wild mountains at night. You young children walk in the middle and let me push behind. I am a blacksmith with strong yang energy.

Yang Ruoqing smiled at this.

"Uncle, you'd better let him stay behind. He's not a little kid, he's got a lot of ability. If you let him go in the middle, he won't be used to it, and he'll have to wrestle."

When the subordinates heard this, they felt as if they were being pardoned and quickly fell to the back of the team.

Blacksmith Luo still wanted to take care of him, but was interrupted by Yang Ruoqing, "Uncle, let's go on our way. We don't care about that right now."

Blacksmith Luo had no choice but to give up.

From this small gesture, Yang Ruoqing once again felt the integrity and kindness of Blacksmith Luo.

In his opinion, her subordinates were all young men in their twenties, little babies in his eyes. They left their hometowns and left their parents to fight for their futures in order to follow Yang Ruoqing, so he had to take care of their children.

But what he never expected was that although his subordinates, who looked like little children in his eyes, were not as experienced as him in life, the storms they had seen were not inferior to his.

They are all her subordinates, secret guards trained by herself, who followed her through the bloody storm.

Coming to the wilderness at night is nothing to them!

The five of them walked all the way up the hillside, and the road became more and more rugged.

Small slopes appeared from time to time on both sides of the road. A few jackdaws stood on the bare trees and screamed strangely. When they saw someone coming, they looked at it with their small green eyes, and twisted their heads as the group of people changed.

Stare at their backs until they go away.

"Everyone, please pay attention to your steps. The ground here is uneven and difficult to walk on. There are pits from time to time."

Old man Zhu, who was walking in front, turned to remind the people behind him.

Before he finished speaking, he stepped into the pit. Fortunately, Yang Huazhong was behind him and held him up, preventing the old man from falling.

"Brother Zhu, you have to be careful. If you fall, the torch in your hand will light up the dead grass on the ground and the whole hillside will be lit!" Yang Huazhong reminded.

As a man from a village as big as Changping Village, Li Zheng's precautions against such things have long been ingrained in his bones.

Every year during the Qingming Festival and the twelfth lunar month, he would go to the mountains to burn incense. In advance, he would take a small gong and beat it while shouting loudly in the streets and alleys of the village, reminding everyone to pay attention to the fire and candles, especially when going to the mountains to worship ancestors and burn incense.

Be careful. Whoever ignites the mountain will not only have to pay compensation, but in serious cases, they will have to report it to the authorities for investigation.

At this moment, Old Man Zhu stood firm, thanked Yang Huazhong, and continued walking forward with everyone.

There are always potholes under our feet and the road is very difficult to walk on.

When we were going up the mountain, there was still the moon above us. Halfway there, a black cloud came from nowhere and covered most of the moon. The light all around suddenly dimmed, and the mountain wind gradually picked up.

The jackdaw on the tree branch fluttered its wings and flew away with a strange cry. The forest in front was dark, like a monster's mouth opened wide, waiting for a few people to enter.

"The moon is covered by clouds. Everyone, hold on to the torches in your hands. We are counting on it to provide light."

As a local, Mr. Zhu enthusiastically reminded everyone again.

"Well, hold it tight!" Blacksmith Luo responded.

Yang Huazhong raised the wind lantern in his hand and shone it, "It seems like there's fog in front of me. It's strange. Why is it still foggy now?"

Although it is freezing cold, the climate is very dry.
Chapter completed!