Chapter 1725 Qi Long (26)

Gao Lao, Skinny Monkey, Village Chief Mo and Mo Jun, when they saw that the pace under my feet had accelerated, they couldn't help but speed up.

It took less than three or four minutes to appear next to Moliang's tomb.

I stared at the grave in front of me, and I only had one idea in my mind, impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible. Gao Lao and others had similar expressions to me, and they were all staring at the grave.

In this way, our group stared at Mo Liang's grave, and no one spoke.

After ten seconds, Village Chief Mo spoke first. He said in a trembling voice: "Chen Baxian, this... what's going on? I... When I saw this grave,

That's not the case!"

"Yes!" Mo Jun suppressed the vomiting in his heart and said tremblingly: "The grave we... we saw at that time was not so red."

Listening to the two of them, I subconsciously glanced at them, then looked down at the grave.

But the grave was covered with red color, and at first glance, it seemed like someone was poured with chicken blood.

Strangely, this red color does not look like fresh chicken blood, but like dry chicken blood. When I reached out to touch it, I found that the soil on the grave was particularly moist.

I frowned. Is there any such a matter?

Why did I not hear this pretext for several years?

When Gao heard this, he looked at me strangely and explained: "Jiujizi, but if I don't sprinkle rice fields, I'm worried... this grave will become more and more weird, and will even evolve to an uncontrollable level."

I glanced at him in confusion and heard him say, "Jiu Yazi, the eight immortals of our older generation have a specialty. If you can't use your hands to use your bloody grave, you will be unlucky."

"No! Absolutely no, his grave has just stood up, I can't do that!" I roared, stared at Gao Lao tightly, and said in a deep voice: "Gao Lao, he died to save people,

If it weren't for him, we wouldn't know how many people would die in the underground world. Let me ask you, do you have the heart to do this with such a great kindness?"

When I heard this, my face darkened. If I guessed correctly, he should have wanted to say that he would pour rice fields into the grave.

Gao Lao should have seen my doubts and smiled bitterly: "Jiu Jizi, what you have learned is what you have learned in "The Sutra of Liu Ding and Liu Jia Burial", but there are some customs that are not in the book at all, but rely on

Our Eight Immortals passed down from generation to generation by word of mouth.”

"I can't touch it!" Mr. Gao came over and grabbed my arm.

Hearing this, I took a deep breath, and without saying a word, then looked up at Gao Lao and said in a low voice: "What else is there to pay attention to this kind of blood grave?"

This made me subconsciously take a step back, stare at Gao Lao, and said tremblingly: "Do you want to..."

He nodded heavily and said, "Yes!"

Looking back at the time when I first entered the industry, the old scholar gave Lao Wang an idea to let Lao Wang use rice fields to pour it on the grave of the poor woman.

He stared at me for a full minute and slowly spoke: "As far as I know, once I encounter this kind of blood grave, the best way is...yes..."

I stared at him and said in a deep voice: "Even if the sky falls, I will never let Mo Liang's grave be humiliated."

Mr. Gao seemed to want to say something, so I stopped quickly and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Gao, don't say much, I'll find a way to do this."

After saying that, my eyes swept over Mo Jun and Village Chief Mo, and my expression condensed, saying word by word: "If it is a natural disaster, I, Chen Jiu, recognize it. If it is a man-made disaster, you will die."

After saying this, I sat on the ground, put my hands flat on my thighs, and didn't say anything anymore.
Chapter completed!