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Chapter 85: The more courtesy, the less blame

Wang Yongxiang's move immediately stunned the young people.

The coffin lid itself is quite heavy, and it is nailed down by the coffin nails. Let alone one person, even five or six people may not be able to lift the coffin lid.

But Wang Yongxiang opened the coffin lid with his bare hands. Is he still a human being?
The fat man Wang Xiang's original mumbling voice disappeared, and he stood behind Chen Xin with a timid look on his face, as if he was afraid that Wang Yongxiang would see him and punish him.

Chen Xin ignored Wang Xiang. When Wang Yongxiang lifted the coffin lid just now, others didn't see it, but he did.

Two black lines appeared and seeped into the coffin from Wang Yongxiang's hands that were touching the coffin board.

That's why he was able to open the coffin lid by himself.

"What is that black line..."

After watching Fan Xiaosi and Jing Peng deal with ghosts and experiencing the battle with the scorpion, although Chen Xin did not know the difference between Yin School and Yang School, he knew that there were two ways for others to deal with ghosts.

One type is like him, who uses the power of qi and blood to kill ghosts.

The other type is like Jing Peng, Scorpion, and Wang Yongxiang, who can control ghost-like creatures to launch attacks.

But knowing is one thing, and there are so many ghosts in this world, who knows what Wang Yongxiang used.

While Chen Xin was thinking, Wang Yongxiang had already taken something out of the coffin, it was a hoe!
No one expected that in addition to the corpse, there was also a hoe in the coffin.

But when Chen Xin saw Wang Yongxiang remove the handle of the hoe and leave only the iron part, his eyes became a little hotter.

That thing should be the real body of the ghost.

As long as the ghosts that Chen Xin encountered were eliminated by talismans, basically none of them had less than 5 points of Yin De.

So what Wang Yongxiang was holding in his hand at this time was not a hoe, but a Yinde point!
Too bad that thing was put away.

"Okay, if you want to move the grave, then do it. There's nothing else to worry about."

Wang Yongxiang said a few words to Wang Feiang's parents and left with his men.

This scene left the others confused.

"Is that all? I was prepared to watch him fight that dirty thing for hundreds of rounds, why did he just take a thing and leave?"

When Wang Xiang was full of confusion, Chen Xin had already walked to the side of the coffin.

Wang Xiang followed him and saw Chen Xin pick up a branch and poke it on the coffin nail.

puff!
The coffin nails that should have been extremely hard turned into something like carbon and were extremely fragile.

After seeing this scene, Wang Xiang suddenly realized.

……

After half an hour.

Chen Xin and Wang Kaiyuan sat together at Wang Xiang's barbecue stall and ate the barbecue grilled by Wang Xiang.

Snapped!
Another handful of tendons was placed on the table, and Wang Xiang wiped his sweat and sat down.

"How's my craft?"

Looking at Chen Xin's thumbs up, Wang Xiang smiled.

After pulling three skewers, Wang Xiang said, "I thought it was that Wang Banxian who was so powerful, but it turns out that the nails of the coffin were rusted. If it was just a coffin lid, I could push it open."

Wang Kaiyuan shook his head after hearing this.

"Although the nails of the coffin were rusty, he was able to flip over the coffin lid directly. Can you do that? It would take at least two or three people. He is still an old man in his sixties or seventies!"

"No...I think..."

Chen Xin ate most of the meat tendons while the two were arguing. When they finished arguing, he asked, "Does something like Wang Feiang's happen often in the village?"

"How is this possible! This is the first time. Didn't the fortune teller from our village come back? In the past six months, he has only been used to check people's feng shui and predict good and bad luck. The rest of the time, he has no business at all. If he hadn't built a small building on the mountain, I'm afraid he would have starved to death!"

"You mean Zhi Bo?"

Chen Xin remembered the name.

"Yes, it seems to be this name. My grandfather and my father both know him."

Wang Xiang said.

"Yes, I heard that his level is on par with Wang Banxian!"

Wang Kaiyuan also said something.

After hearing this, Chen Xin also became interested in Zhi Bo.

No, I should be interested in Wangjiagou and Wangjiacun.

It is indeed strange that two villages, which are not considered to be very big, each have a capable fortune teller.

After thanking Wang Xiang for his hospitality, Chen Xin returned home.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw a stranger talking to his grandmother.

The sound of Chen Xin coming in attracted the attention of both of them.

"Is this Chen Xin?"

The middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties or fifties asked with a smile.

After Chen Xin nodded, he was about to ask his grandmother who this was, but then he heard his grandmother speak:

"Chen Xin, don't you still have homework to do? Go do it."

After hearing this reason, Chen Xin immediately knew that his grandmother didn't want him to get involved.

Nodding politely, Chen Xin went into his room.

Even though the door was closed, Chen Xin could still hear the conversation between the two with his current physical condition.

"Godmother, it's been so many years, why are you..."

"Okay, I'll recognize you if you call me godmother, but when I look at you I think of you as godfather. If it's for my own good, then stay away from me."

"Okay...but Chen Xin..."

"He doesn't need your care."

"Ok."

Footsteps were heard and the man left.

After listening to this, Chen Xin was filled with questions.

Godmother?

Grandma has a godson, why have I never heard her mention him?

He is my grandmother’s godson, so what is that, his godson?
Chen Xin was very curious, so he opened the door and walked out.

"Grandma, who was that just now?"

"Go back and play with your computer. You're just a kid. You want to know everything!"

Mei Huixiang glared at Chen Xin, turned around and walked into the house, but turned back halfway. "Have you eaten?"

"Yes, I had barbecue at Wang Xiang's house..."

Chen Xin only said the two words "eaten", and Mei Huixiang turned and left.

Chen Xin also realized that the godson was indeed not liked by his grandmother.

Shaking his head, Chen Xin returned to his room and began his daily writing routine today.

……

At night, Wang Feiang’s home.

After a day of recovery, Wang Feiang's face had regained color.

After talking with his parents, Wang Feiang returned to bed.

Just now, his parents told him not to go out, and to stay at home and run a B&B or a farm stay, or anything else, as long as he wouldn't starve to death.

He agreed on the surface, but had already decided to leave once he recovered.

Although he lost money, he still had tens of thousands of Daxia coins in his card, which was enough to support him in running a small business outside.

As for staying home?

What a joke, this place is fucking haunted, how dare he stay here!
If he wasn't afraid that the dirt wasn't cleaned up, he might have left early tomorrow morning.

"What the hell, isn't it just that the sacrifice was placed in the wrong place? That's not that serious!"

Wang Feiang cursed.

This matter has to start with his business outside.

If you lose money in business, you can't just give up on yourself, right?
So he went to see a fortune teller, and the fortune teller said that he had good luck and the reason he lost money was because his luck was restricted.

It's like a person has a big bucket of water, but his mouth is only as thick as a finger. No matter how much water there is, he can only pour it out bit by bit.

If you want to expand this opening, you definitely can’t do it by yourself; you need external force.

The so-called external force is naturally our ancestors.

When the fortune teller learned that there was an ancestral mountain in Wangjiagou, he suggested that he go and pay homage. No matter which family he belonged to, they were all one family five hundred years ago and were all ancestors, so all he had to do was place offerings and burn incense.

No one will blame you for being too polite, not even ghosts will blame you.

If he could really worship all the graves on the mountain, then no one could stop his good fortune!
After hearing this, how could he not worship?

Unfortunately, I worshipped the wrong person.

If he made a mistake, he would admit it.

But he also went to the ancestral mountain of Wangjiagou later, and all the offerings were given to the grave of Wangjiagou. Why did only the ghosts of Wangjia Village come to find him, and the ancestors of Wangjiagou didn’t come to bless him?

Thinking of this, Wang Feiang felt his body starting to get cold again.

"There won't be any sequelae, right? I must overturn that fortune-teller's stall when I get back."

Thinking of this, Wang Feiang pulled the quilt over himself.

Snapped!
The cell phone accidentally hit the ground, and the crisp sound made Wang Feiang's heart twitch.

"It won't break, will it?"

He leaned out of bed and looked down.

The phone lay face down on the ground.

He stretched out his hand and moved towards the phone little by little.

Crunch!

Wang Feiang moved his body, causing the bed to make a sound of being unable to bear the weight, but he also got his cell phone.

Looking at the screen without any cracks, Wang Feiang breathed a sigh of relief.

If this breaks, it will cost hundreds of dollars.

Wang Feiang pressed the power button of his phone and the screen lit up.

"Ok?"

Wang Feiang frowned.

Just now, he seemed to have seen something when the screen of his phone went black.

Turning around, there was nothing behind me except a landscape painting.

"Am I wrong?"

Shaking his head, Wang Feiang curled up in the quilt and played with his mobile phone.

Soon he had to pee urgently, and after going out to pee, he saw the landscape painting hanging above the head of the bed again.

When he saw this, he always felt something was wrong.

He bought this painting casually, but now he feels that the landscape in this painting is somewhat familiar.

Moving closer, Wang Feiang looked at the painting carefully, and then saw the circle of walls at the foot of the mountain.

Wang Feiang's face turned pale.

This painting depicts Zushan!
"I must have seen it wrong...I must have seen it wrong..."

Wang Feiang muttered to himself, stood up and backed away. When he reached the door, he grabbed the door handle, opened it and rushed out.

With one step, Wang Feiang reached the ancestral mountain.

In front of me is a lonely grave.

In front of the grave, a white circle was drawn with lime powder.

The circle was the offering that Wang Feiang had bought before.

Wang Feiang, with cloudy eyes, knelt down in front of the grave with a thud. His arms didn't support the ground and his head hit the ground hard!
"I was wrong……"

"I was wrong……"

"I was wrong……"

……

the next day.

After waking up on time, Chen Xin did some exercises in the yard for half an hour, and then there was a knock on the door.

I thought he was looking for my grandmother, but when I opened the door, it was Wang Xiang who looked frightened.

"Wang Feiang is dead!"

……

(End of this chapter)