I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 650 Expert Lao Hu, complete procedure

Wen Yan drooped his eyelids slightly and sensed carefully.

He used the violent sun to bless and summon souls, but it was the first time he encountered this. At the same time, he was eroded in the opposite direction and the golden avenue was cut off.

Fortunately, I didn't let Pei Tugou go over rashly, otherwise, who knows what would have happened.

He roughly calculated the direction. From where he was, following the direction of the Golden Avenue, he would probably cross the edge of the Arctic Circle and finally reach the Maple Leaf Country.

In other words, Old Jin’s grave should now be in the Maple Leaf Country.

Recalling the power just now, it did not come from a ghost, like an alien, but it was more of a strange power similar to the Golden Avenue, and there was also a familiar dark breath.

Wen Yan wrote all these things down and opened his eyes.

"Okay, okay, you're playing with restoration and colluding with outsiders, okay, don't regret it."

Before Lao Jin could say anything, Wen Yan became angry.

Damn it, you dug up the graves of my old soldiers in China and even dared to use some force that is probably official in nature. Well, don’t blame me for being rude.

Wen Yan took out his cell phone and called the director directly.

"I want to build an altar, with pennants and banners, preferably with emblems, and the location should be carefully planned."

Wen Yan recounted what had just happened, and the director's face turned slightly cold.

If there is only one bad person among Lao Jin's clan members, and this matter does not involve alien forces or professionals, then this is first and foremost a matter within the family. According to convention, the opinions of the family members should be given priority.

Only if there is an elder taking the lead within the Laojin clan and a contemporary person in charge, and they go to a department like the Lieyang Tribe, can the Lieyang Tribe intervene.

But now, it is obviously not a matter within their clan.

“What kind of altar do you want, and what specifications do you want? Someone will contact you later to discuss the details.

As for this matter..."

The director general recalled and said.

“This tomb cannot be used simply by digging up the coffin and remains. The process is actually very complicated.

Especially since you said that on the surface the grave doesn't seem to have changed much, in fact only the outermost layer of skin remains.

There are really not many people who can do this.

There are only a handful of people who are capable of doing these things.”

The director tapped the tablet, and some text and picture information appeared on the large screen in front of him.

"As early as a hundred years ago, people from Maple Leaf Country came to us to purchase a tomb from the late Wu Ming period and wanted to move it intact.

Those people had very strict requirements, which, if put in today's context, would be equivalent to taking a person's soul with them.

At that time, there were very few tomb robbers of this level, and among them was a man named Hu who took the business.

Those yellow-haired devils set their sights on the tomb of Zu Dashou, a general in the late Wu Ming Dynasty.

In fact, they were tricked by that man named Hu and given the grave of a corrupt businessman who donated a military officer.

There are many records to confirm this.

Later, in the early days of archaeology, a small number of things in some textbooks actually came from the Hu family.

They have a lot of experience in how to excavate safely and how to ensure that cultural relics are not damaged during the excavation process.

It was a valuable experience in the early stages of forming an archaeological team.”

"Director, do you mean this matter has something to do with the man named Hu?"

"They may not be related, but as insiders, even if they don't know who did it, they definitely know who is the most suspicious."

"Then I'll go meet them."

"No, just let you know about this. Tell Lao Jin and he will take care of it. Don't go to see those people."

"Oh……"

Wen Yan hung up the phone and told Lao Jin about it. Lao Jin knew who to look for as soon as he heard it and left in a hurry.

Wen Yan never uses a physical altar when summoning souls, but this time he wants to use higher intensity and specifications.

Recruit them first and settle the score later. Otherwise, it would be like being held hostage by the robbers.

Although Wen Yan was furious, he knew in his heart that he had to take it slow.

After he performed the summoning technique, the phantom of the altar and the flags that appeared were all archived in the video. It would not be a big problem for the Lieyang Tribe to build the entity according to its specifications.

The Lieyang Department can definitely find talents in this area to assist and provide guidance. From materials to products, I dare not say that it will be absolutely perfect, but at least there will be no mistakes.

Lao Jin left quickly, and two hours later, Lao Jin called.

"Brother Wen, there is something...I need to ask for your opinion first."

"Mr. Jin, please tell me."

"I found the descendants of Lao Hu's family, but Lao Hu said that he had to meet you first."

"Then bring it here."

After a while, Lao Jin brought in a farmer who looked to be in his fifties or sixties with an honest face.

“This is Lao Hu, who is now considered the archaeological expert here and a hired expert in the special operation to combat tomb robbery and excavation.

He has done in-depth research on funerary objects and can tell which antiques are funerary objects just by closing his eyes and sniffing.

And we can judge which sect and generation the thieves belong to by the traces of the holes they dig.”

Old Hu, who looked like an ordinary farmer, waved his hand and turned to look at Wen Yan.

"Let's be frank. Old Jin told me about the matter. It concerns the elders, so I will definitely help.

I just came to see you and ask you something."

"Please ask, old man." Wen Yan was very polite.

"There was a rumor before that the Northeastern White Fox Clan was wiped out by you. Is it true or false?"

"If I say no, Mr. Hu might not believe it, right?"

"If you dare to say it, I dare to believe it."

Wen Yan calculated the time. The things that needed to be prepared now had little to do with him, and the things that needed to be dealt with did not require him for the time being. He thought about it and said.

"Mr. Hu, do you dare to walk into the underworld?"

"Ha, there's no one in the Hu family who doesn't dare to do something shady." Old Master Hu laughed.

"I can take you to see it, but I have to know why first."

“It’s not a secret. When I was a kid, I went into the mountains with my dad and we were caught in a snowstorm and encountered a giant monkey.

My father's foot was injured and he was frozen. If things went wrong, we would both die in the mountains.

At that time, a white fox awakened its intelligence and performed a small magic trick to scare away the giant monkey.

He then took us to find an empty bear cave, and we waited for several days before we were finally rescued.

My father had one foot amputated and I also lost two toes.

I owe the white foxes a huge favor. There was a demon in their tribe who did evil, and he deserved to die.

But if you can show some mercy and leave some incense, I will repay them this time. Whatever you want to do now, I will help you do it even if I lose my life. "

Wen Yan understood. Ever since his first half of life was cleared of charges, the rumors about him had become more and more outrageous.

Everyone talks about annihilating an entire clan, but in reality, if it really happened, people would think it was too cruel behind the scenes.

It is obvious that Old Hu has preconceived notions.

Wen Yan was too lazy to explain, and directly took Lao Hu to the underworld and came to the old forest.

Old Hu has a very high resistance to Yin energy. Originally, Wen Yan was planning to give him some Yang energy, but he didn't expect that Old Hu's physical body would not react much after he walked into the underworld. At most, it was like walking on a night road in winter. Drinking a bowl of warming soup and some medicinal wine could dispel the cold.

I came to the place where I was before again. There were many footprints near the entrance of the White Fox Clan’s territory. Obviously, many people tried to come here later. Unfortunately, they could never get in again because the road was destroyed by Wen Yan.

Unless there is someone like Wen Yan, who has mastered a high-level passive skill and will never get lost, no one can get in.

Old Hu looked at the traces nearby. There were obviously many more than when he came here last year. He could also tell that there were several groups of people and monsters. He actually understood what the consequences would be if the road was not destroyed.

That tribe’s land is the jade in the crime of possessing a jade.

When Wen Yan was about to pull Lao Hu in, Lao Hu looked at Wen Yan's calm face and seemed to want to go in and see what it looked like inside. He sighed secretly.

"Forget it, let's go back."

"Ok?"

"Let's not take any risks. Let's go."

Old Hu turned and left. Wen Yan was confused and followed him in silence. Only after they went back did Old Hu speak.

"I believe what you say, and I also believe my own eyes. I can see that you are not that kind of cruel person.

If you take me in this time and take me out again, then there must be someone behind who knows and can go in and out.

That would instead bring disaster to the little monsters in the white fox clan's territory.

You will get preliminary results today on what you want."

Old Hu went to work and saw Old Jin's slightly teasing eyes. Old Hu didn't say anything. After seeing it with his own eyes, he knew that Wen Yan had already shown extra mercy. If the road had not been destroyed, the White Fox Clan would have been completely wiped out.

By then, the tribal land would definitely not remain in the hands of any monster, and would most likely fall into the hands of the Lieyang tribe.

I'll help you today and repay the favor.

Old Hu prepared a lot of things, which looked like a half-baked ritual altar. He took soil from the top of Old Jin's grave, and also took some soil from the deep inside of the hollowed-out grave. He performed a weird ritual and chanted for a long time.

Then I took two electric incense burners, sifted the soil from the two places, spread a thin layer of it in the incense burners, and turned the temperature to 150 degrees.

After a while, Lao Hu closed his eyes, stretched out his hand, and fanned his nose. A wisp of visible gray air flew out from the two incense burners, gathered together, and entered his nasal cavity.

In an instant, a look of dejection appeared on Lao Hu's face.

He closed his eyes and sensed quietly for two minutes before slowly speaking.

"The man who made the move is an old mole king. He has the smell of funerary objects all over his body, which is really unique.

His grandfather was an apprentice to my grandfather back then, and he learned some real skills from him.

Unfortunately, his grandfather went astray and parted ways with my grandfather. He was shot seventy years ago.

He learned from his grandfather and I know the methods he will use.

I will write down the order in which he dug the graves later.

If you can find Mr. Jin's tomb, fill it up in this order in reverse order.

Find two Taoist priests or a fortune teller to perform a simple soul summoning operation.

Mr. Jin will surely be able to rest in peace again."

After Lao Hu explained it, Wen Yan finally understood that this was the orthodox and legitimate solution.

Moreover, if this is done, even if someone wanted to use Mr. Jin for something before, it would be in vain.

According to local sayings, a more popular explanation is that the death record of Mr. Jin will be transferred back to the King of Hell here, and then Mr. Jin can be reincarnated.

No matter who stole Mr. Jin’s death record, no matter what they want to do, they should fight the King of Hell first if they have the guts.

This is also something related to the local sitting horse. According to the local saying, when you become a sitting horse, your death record will be registered with the Star God, that is, the Heavenly Palace, not in the underworld, so you will not enter the cycle of reincarnation.

In fact, even if you are dead, you can’t even be a ghost.

That's one of the costs.

We went to so much trouble to invite Lao Hu over just to bring Lao Lao Jin back intact. We don't want Lao Lao Jin to die in such a miserable way.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand and patted Lao Hu on the shoulder. Lao Hu instinctively shook his shoulders and tried to dodge.

I wanted to tell Wen Yan that it was okay not to pat people on the shoulders, especially for people in their line of work and those active in the Northeast. They hated being patted on the shoulders from behind.

In the past, if someone patted you on the shoulder from behind out of the blue in the deep mountains and forests, that person was either a bad guy or not a human being.

Anyway, I won’t look back, so I’ll just give the one behind me a hard hit first.

Before he could say anything, he felt a surge of yang energy sweeping through his body. The little bit of dead air he had just absorbed seemed to be driven out by a raging fire. His nose felt itchy and he blew a spray. A stream of gray air flew out and was sprayed onto a small tree not far away.

The small tree was infected by the gray air and withered rapidly. In just a few seconds, there were no green leaves left.

"Old Hu, if you breathe in that wisp of gray air, you'll either get sick or be left with sequelae."

Lao Hu felt the strength in his body. The pain in his joints on rainy days became more obvious. He could even feel that the pain was being slowly expelled, just like physical therapy under a lamp.

"Thanks."

"No need. As long as we can get things done, everything will be easy."

Having planned the process, Wen Yan is now waiting for the altar to be built.

The altar was built in the northeast direction, near a cemetery, where many of Mr. Jin’s former comrades-in-arms are buried.

The director-general obviously does not have this authority, this is jointly approved.

Others couldn't tolerate this either.

The other party in the negotiation will definitely not admit it, and it will be a waste of time and will alert the enemy.

If they want to argue, they can wait until the matter is done, and then they can argue slowly. Don’t they like to argue? By then, it will be fine if someone specializes in arguing for them for several years.

The altar can be built within three days, and Wen Yan doesn't have to worry about any aspects.

Wen Yan couldn't sit still, so he went back again, talked to the little bat, and asked the little bat to find someone to check something.

Then he went to see the river god's wife again.

The River God's Wife, who was trapped and unable to leave, saw Wen Yan again and felt that there was something different about Wen Yan's aura.

Wen Yan stretched out a hand and pinched the River God’s Wife.

"I will follow through on my promise and try to erase your Water Ghost successor traits. I have one last question. Do you have anything else to say?"

"Nothing."

"Okay, then it depends on your fate."

As soon as Wen Yan made a move, the River God's Wife disappeared silently and completely dissipated.

(End of this chapter)