I, The Judge of the Yin Department, Will Decide The Life and Death in a Shameful Form!

"Yifan, come and taste this running pheasant."

"Eat two more pieces of soil pork."

Tomb Hill Village is small and there is no hotel.

Tang Jixiong set up a banquet in his newly built small building.

The dishes are all kinds of local delicacies, and the wine is the aged Maotai.

Coupled with calling out some of the elders of the clan, the wine table was very lively for a while.

The three ancestors of the Tang family drank a few glasses of Moutai, and their faces were already flushed.

He patted Tang Jixiong on the shoulder with some excitement.

"Jixiong, don't worry about moving your parents' graves."

"Tomorrow morning, I will personally take you up the mountain to see Zulin. As long as it is the Tang family woodland, you can pick the location at will."

Hearing the third uncle's words, Tang Jixiong also patted his chest.

"Uncle San, I am the eldest son of a young man who left home. If it weren't for our Tang's parents to take care of him, I wouldn't be able to recognize the ancestor and return to the clan."

"In this way, I will wait for all the young and old in the village to come back on the New Year's Day."

"Donated 1 million, half of the money is used to rebuild the ancestral hall, and the other half is put on the side of the elders' association to support the elderly. What do you think?"

Whether it's rebuilding the ancestral hall or supporting the elderly, the money must first be placed in the hands of the elders' association.

If you have money, you have the right.

The third uncle of the Tang family doesn't have any reason.

Even the elders of the clan who had called over to accompany the drinks were all smiles.

"Of our juniors in Tang Village, one of them counts as one, and Jixiong is the most prosperous!"

"Yes, yes! This is one million! Jixiong is willing to spend this money."

That's it for a few people.

Tang Changfeng, who had not spoken all the time, suddenly leaned over.

"I said Jixiong, it's a big deal to move the tomb to look at the acupoints. It won't work if you don't find someone who understands to see it."

"The Feng Shui Mr. Zhang Changsheng from the back mountain of our village is very familiar with him. He has been living in the back mountain and he is familiar with the topography and topography there. How about I call him over tomorrow morning and advise you on your staff?"

Hearing this, Tang Jixiong's face trembled.

I subconsciously want to look in Wang Yifan's direction.

There is a saying: "A peer is an enemy."

Since he invited Wang Yifan over, where else would he invite others?

It's just that Tang Changfeng has a very high status in the village.

It is not good for him to refuse directly.

Just when Tang Jixiong was in a dilemma.

But Wang Yifan, who hadn't spoken since the wine table, said softly.

"Brother Tang, I think Brother Changfeng is right. This move of the grave is a major event. You still have to find someone to check it out."

Hearing Wang Yifan speaking for himself, Tang Changfeng showed a long-lost smile on his face.

"That is, this matter must be prudent!"

Tang Jixiong didn't understand why Wang Yifan didn't reveal his identity, but he didn't dare to refute, so he could only borrow a donkey and nod in agreement.

This time, the atmosphere on the wine table became more heated.

From more than seven o'clock in the evening, until eleven o'clock!

The people slowly dispersed.

Tang Jixiong was frightened last night, and today he was drunk by the same clan, and he was already drunk and unconscious.

Suddenly, only Wang Yifan and Tang Changfeng were left on the wine table.

"Brother Wang, it's getting late, and you have to go up the mountain tomorrow morning. You can rest early."

Tang Changfeng drank another glass of wine before he got up to leave.

He walked outside the door and suddenly paused.

Look back at Wang Yifan.

"Brother Wang, the wind is strong on the mountain tonight, remember to close the doors and windows, or you will catch a cold."

Wang Yifan also smiled slightly.

"Don't worry, Brother Changfeng, you also have to rest early."

Regardless of the mess at the table.

Wang Yifan went up to his room on the second floor and stood in front of the window and looked out.

The village is full of weirdness, and Wang Yifan's interest is getting heavier.

"The people in this village keep telling me to close the window at night, why is this?"

He gently pulled the window out of a gap.

"Then look at tonight, something funny happened!"

After doing all this, Wang Yifan did not take off the tiger-skin vest.

But sleep in clothes.

Soon, the night was dim, sometimes until midnight.

Wang Yifan, who was lying on the bed, suddenly stood up.

He came to the window and looked out of the house along the crack in the window.

At some point, the Tomb Mountain Village outside the house was brightly lit, and every household seemed to turn on the lights.

And the corresponding.

It is silence.

Although it was the end of autumn, there was not even the slightest sound of insects on the mountain.

Even the rustling bamboo sea stopped shaking.

Wang Yifan's heart moved, and he subconsciously took out his mobile phone.

On the display of lunar time.

Today is exactly "July 30"!

Wang Yifan frowned: "Today is 30, not the 15th Ghost Festival, what's going on here?"

And just when Wang Yifan was full of doubts.

In the forest behind him.

Suddenly, Zhuhai began to shake violently.

Hundreds of millions of bamboo leaves swayed, making a "rustling" sound.

After a few seconds.

The sound of "Shusha" became louder and louder.

A few more seconds.

Only Wang Yifan's ear was left.

"Kill kill kill kill kill!"

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