"Yifan, try this pheasant.”
"Eat two more pieces of local pork."
Mushan Village was small and there were no hotels.
Tang Jixiong set up a banquet in his newly built building.
The dishes were all local delicacies, and the wine was aged Maotai.
In addition to calling out to some elders in the clan, the wine table was very lively for a time.
The third uncle of the Tang family had drunk a few glasses of Maotai, and his face was already flushed red.
He patted Tang Jixiong's shoulder excitedly.
"Jixiong, don't worry about moving your parents 'graves.”
"Tomorrow morning, I will personally bring you up the mountain to see the ancestral forest. As long as it is the Tang clan's forest, you can choose the location.”
Tang Jixiong patted his chest when he heard his third uncle's words.
"Third Uncle, I left home when I was young. If it weren't for the elders of the Tang family taking care of me, I wouldn't have been able to acknowledge my ancestors.”
"How about this, when the old and young men of the village come back during the New Year.”
"Donate one million yuan. Half of the money will be used to rebuild the ancestral hall, and the other half will be placed in the elders 'association to support the elderly. What do you think?”
Whether it was to rebuild the ancestral hall or to support the elderly, the money had to be placed in the hands of the elders first.
Money meant power.
There was no reason for Third Uncle Tang to not allow it.
Even the elders of the clan who had been invited over to accompany them were beaming with joy.
"Among the juniors of our Tang Family Village, only Jixiong is the most promising!”
"Yes, yes, yes! This was a million! Only Jixiong was willing to take out this money.”
The few of them said.
Tang Changfeng, who had been silent all this while, suddenly came over.
"I say, Jixiong, moving a grave to look at an acupoint is a big deal. It won't do if we don't find someone who understands to look at it.”
"I'm very familiar with Zhang Changsheng, the Feng Shui master at the back of our village. He has always lived at the back of the mountain, so he's familiar with the terrain there. Why don't I call him over tomorrow morning to give you some advice?”
Hearing this, Tang Jixiong's face trembled.
She subconsciously wanted to look in Wang Yifan's direction.
As the saying goes,"People of the same trade are enemies."
Since he had invited Wang Yifan over, why would he invite anyone else?
However, Tang Changfeng had a very high status in the village.
He couldn't reject her directly.
Just as Tang Jixiong was in a dilemma.
Wang Yifan, who had been silent since the beginning of the banquet, said softly.
"Brother Tang, I think Brother Changfeng is right. Moving the grave is a big deal. It's better for you to find someone to take a look.”
Hearing Wang Yifan speak up for him, Tang Changfeng's face revealed a long-lost smile.
"That's right. We have to be careful with this matter!”
Tang Jixiong didn't understand why Wang Yifan didn't reveal his identity, but he didn't dare to refute and could only nod in agreement.
With this, the atmosphere at the table became even more lively.
They drank from seven o'clock in the evening until eleven o'clock!
Only then did the crowd slowly disperse.
Tang Jixiong was already frightened last night, and today he was forced to drink by his fellow sect members, so he was already drunk and unconscious.
Suddenly, only Wang Yifan and Tang Changfeng were left at the table.
"Little Brother Wang, it's getting late. We still have to go up the mountain tomorrow morning.”
Tang Changfeng drank another glass of wine before getting up to leave.
He walked out of the door and suddenly paused.
He turned to look at Wang Yifan.
"Little 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.
"Don't worry, Brother Changfeng. You should rest early too.”
He didn't care about the mess on the table.
Wang Yifan went up to his room on the second floor and stood by the window, looking out.
The village was strange, and Wang Yifan's interest grew.
"The villagers keep telling me to close the windows at night. Why is that?”
He gently opened the window a little.
"Then let's see what fun things happen tonight!”
After doing all this, Wang Yifan did not take off his tiger skin vest.
Instead, he slept with his clothes on.
Soon, the night was hazy and it was midnight.
Wang Yifan, who was lying on the bed, suddenly stood up.
He went to the window and looked out through the crack.
At some point in time, the Mu Mountain Village outside the house was brightly lit. Every household seemed to have turned on their lights.
Correspondingly.
Silence.
Although it was late autumn, there was not even the slightest sound of insects on the mountain.
Even the rustling bamboo forest stopped shaking.
Wang Yifan's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously took out his phone.
On the display of the lunar calendar.
Today was the 30th of July!
Wang Yifan frowned." Today is the 30th, not the 15th Ghost Festival. What's going on here?"”
Just as Wang Yifan's face was filled with doubt.
In the forest behind him.
The sea of bamboos suddenly began to shake violently.
Billions of bamboo leaves swayed, making rustling sounds.
After a few seconds.
The rustling sound grew louder and louder.
A few seconds later.
The only thing left in Wang Yifan's ears was…
"KILL!"
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