Uncle Jiu: Hang up and ask for magic, I will become a god by spreading beans.

"Peaches!"

"I'm here." A

thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl walked out of the crowd, rubbing the corners of her clothes with her hands, and looked at Zhang Yuan timidly.

"You take this Taoist priest to the morgue next to the ancestral hall, no problem, right?"

"No, no!" When Momoko heard the word morgue, her body suddenly became agitated, her face became a little pale, and her voice trembled a little when she answered.

No problem,

no problem, no problem, no problem!

" There must be a problem in this village!" Zhang Yuan secretly became vigilant in his heart.

From the moment he entered the village, Zhang Yuan felt that this village was weird, and he didn't see an old man in broad daylight.

So far, all the people I have seen are young men and women in their early twenties, and this is not reasonable to look at

! In the previous life, the entrance of the village was a gathering place for uncles and aunts, and all kinds of revelations and scandals in the village were widely spread here, making people love and hate each other!

"Uncle..." Zhang Yuan just wanted to remind the four-eyed Taoist leader, but he was stopped by a look.

That's right, too.

The four-eyed Taoist is above himself in terms of cultivation and knowledge, and there is no reason why he can't see it.

Zhang Yuan watched the four-eyed Taoist and the woman leave with a smile, and turned his head to look at the girl named Peach.

"Little girl, what's your name?" the girl

raised her slightly red cheeks and said shyly, "I, my name is Luo Tao." "

Miss Luo Tao, why are there so few people in your village, and there is not even an old man?" Zhang Yuan asked tentatively.

"My father, most of them went to work in the fields, my grandfather..."

Luo Tao's mood visibly languished, and he didn't continue, just lowered his head with a depressed expression.

The big bright eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and the droplets of water swirled in their sockets, as if they were about to fall off in the next moment.

Seeing that Luo Tao was about to cry, Zhang Yuan wisely changed the topic and used all kinds of jokes to amuse her, which made her feel a little better.

Not long after, the man who claimed the body came.

The girl named Xiao Miao was brought over, and after confirming that the body was correct, she began to cry at the corpse.

"Condolences change. Since it was the first time, Zhang Yuan had no experience, so he could only say a few words of comfort dryly, but with little effect.

The girls who were still around persuaded her repeatedly, which made Xiao Miao's mood stabilize.

Without Zhang Yuan's move, two middle-aged men in their thirties came and carried the body away.

Their expressions were calm, or rather numb, as if they were accustomed to seeing death, and everything seemed to be taken for granted.

"They are the grave keepers of the village. Luo Tao explained to Zhang Yuan: "When the people in the village die, they will be buried on the hill behind the village, guarded by the tomb keeper, and the spiritual seat will be placed in the ancestral hall to be worshiped by incense.

Zhang Yuan was slightly taken aback.

I didn't expect this small-looking village to have a specially divided cemetery, which was guarded by a grave keeper.

Taking advantage of the fact that the girls were comforting the sobbing Xiao Miao, Zhang Yuan asked Luo Tao to take him to the morgue like a thief.

He didn't want to be entangled by this group of girls, it was too awkward!

On the way to the morgue, the two chatted with each other, and Zhang Yuan successfully got a lot of news.

The woman who took the initiative to talk to Zhang Yuan and them before was named Luo Qing, the daughter of the village chief and the leader of the younger generation in the village.

The village chief once said that if it weren't for the fact that she was a woman, the next village chief would definitely be her.

Regarding the fact that there are no old people in the village, Luo Tao doesn't know much.

I only know that there used to be many old people in the village, and since three months ago, the old people in the village have been disappearing.

In order to prevent any more old people from going missing, the village chief arranged for the remaining old people to be placed in the ancestral hall, saying that he relied on the blessing of his ancestors to shelter them.

Every day, there are special people to deliver meals and take care of the food and daily life of the elderly.

Since then, no old man has been missing, and things have calmed down.

But the village chief has kept silent about the reason for the old man's disappearance, and some villagers who know the secret story are also unwilling to say.

"How can there be such a thing?" Zhang Yuan became more and more curious about this strange village, and his words revealed a little excitement.

"What a big locust tree!" followed

by a row of corpses, and in order to prevent them from falling behind, the two of them could only walk forward.

Fortunately, the village is not large, and soon walked to the center of the village, and Zhang Yuan saw a giant locust tree at a glance.

No way, this locust tree is too big to hold without seven or eight adults.

"This is an ancient tree that has guarded our village for generations, and it has lived for hundreds of years, amazing!" Luo Tao said proudly.

"It's really impressive.

Zhang Yuan walked to the locust tree, reached out and touched the rough bark, he could feel the huge vitality contained in it.

It's just....

After walking around the locust tree, Zhang Yuan found a crack behind the locust tree that smelled of charcoal.

The crack runs through the entire locust tree, as if something is trying to split the locust tree from the bottom up.

"This is this...?" "This

was struck by lightning three months ago, when it was raining heavily, lightning and thunder, and a very thick lightning struck the locust tree, leaving this crack. Luo Tao pointed to the sky and replied.

"Three

months ago again?" The old man began to disappear three months ago, and the locust tree was struck by lightning three months ago, is there anything to do with it?

Luo Tao picked up the leaves that fell on the ground, looked at the withered yellow locust leaves, and said in frustration: "Since being struck by lightning, the leaves of the old locust tree have become yellow, and the leaves have fallen off, and I don't know what's wrong?"

After perceiving the huge vitality in the old locust tree, Zhang Yuan suspected that the tree might have become a sperm.

It is very rare for mountains and rivers to become essences, and it is even more difficult to cultivate into demons.

They can become essences, and they are already rare treasures in themselves, and they are coveted by both cultivators and evil people from all walks of life.

Once discovered, they will be caught while they are still very weak, or refined into magic weapons, or devoured as a great tonic, so as to improve their cultivation.

This old locust tree can cultivate to the point of turning into a demon, and it seems that he is also a master of the Dao! It's a

pity that his luck is not very good! The

lightning scar on the locust tree is probably the scar left by the locust tree's final failure after surviving the thunderstorm.

It stands to reason that after the spirit fails to survive the catastrophe, it should be wiped out.

Like the locust tree, it should also be completely drained of vitality and completely turned into a dead tree.

"I don't know if the tree spirit is still there, if it's not..."

Zhang Yuan said, lightning strike locust wood is a rare treasure, not to mention the lightning strike wood caused by heavenly thunder, it is extremely rare!"

"Maybe when I leave, I can..." Zhang Yuan hurriedly stopped thinking, otherwise the smile on his face would be uncontrollable.

Luo Tao is next to him, and if he is seen, he must not be regarded as mentally ill.

Looking at an ancient tree with an idiot, it makes people feel weird just thinking about it!