Then she brought the door and looked at Lian's family again, with pity and sorrow. Lian's father asked, "How is it? Can my father cure it?"

Qinghuan said: "These questions are no longer important. I need you to go to the same place with me."

Lian’s family was unclear, so Qinghuan said again: “If you want to save Grandpa Lian, there is only one way. I don’t want the ghost inside to scatter. Let’s accommodate the dead, after all, this is what your family owes him.”

She is a very soft-hearted girl, which can be seen at a glance. But now, this soft-hearted girl shows a disgusting expression when she mentions an old man with paralyzed lower body.

Even I couldn't help but wonder what my grandfather had done, which would make people like Qinghuan so disdainful.

He lowered his head and thought for a while, sighed for a while, and said, "My parents, please hear that Qinghuan, she won't lie to us."

In fact, Qing Huan has lived in Lian’s family for almost a month. During this period, she knows a lot about her family except her grandfather. Compared with Lian’s grandfather, the others can be called genetic mutations.

She took off her Taoist robe and hugged it in her arms, saying, "Let's go to H City."

H City is a very remote county-level city, and it is also the location of the Lian family's ancestral home. Today, the Lian family can be said to be well-known and is also a good sign for H City. However, after the Lian family became rich, they moved to the capital, and there was only a very old house left in H City. In this way, the gates were locked all day long and no one was in and out. Even my grandfather hired someone to guard him, but he did not let anyone get in, let alone get close to him. Even after his father took over the housekeeping business, he followed his father's advice - he always thought that his father would ask for this because he was very attached to his hometown.

But judging from the current situation, there must be something they don’t know.

Lian’s wife died early. Lian’s father basically took care of himself when he was a child. She didn’t know what happened when she went to the place more than 30 years ago. At that time, he was still studying. From the Lian family to his generation, he was the only scholar with good academic performance and was loved by teachers since childhood. Grandpa Lian, who was still foreman at that time, had deep hopes for him, so after the college entrance examination, Lian’s father went to further his studies, and the next thing he got was the news that the Lian family had soared.

At that time, only his wife, Lian's grandmother, was with Grandpa Lian. Unfortunately, the old man was gone a long time ago, so no one knew if anything strange happened at that time.

It was clearly the first time I came to the old house of Lianjia, but Qinghuan was so familiar that she seemed to be in the back mountain of her own house. Lian asked her: "How do you know how to get here? Have you been here before?"

"No." Qinghuan shook his head, "That fool told me."

"Fool?"

"Oh, it's the little ghost who pestered your grandfather." Qinghuan frowned and stopped in front of a big locust tree in the middle of the yard. He looked at the locust tree that was so hot that it made people feel shade. He sighed softly, and his fingernails gently clenched the bark. The big locust tree immediately shook the leaves, and red blood flowed out from under the bark.

The blood was bright red with black air and a strong smell.

Taking the pickaxe and shovels and other tools that had been prepared too early, Qinghuan handed them over to Lian and his father, then pulled Lian's mother aside, and said to the father and son: "Start digging."

"I'll come too..."

"Auntie, no, my aunt is not bleeding from her family. If you dig it up, you will anger the little ghost."

He didn't even know what Qinghuan wanted to dig by himself, so he was very careful every time, but as he dug deeper, the branches of the locust tree were shaking more and more violently. This strange scene made both the father and son stop the movement at hand to see. Qinghuan stood aside and shouted: "When is it? Can you hurry up? Is it that afternoon? Are you thinking something wrong?"

So after digging for more than an hour, she finally dug out the roots of the locust tree. At this time, Qinghuan called and stopped and asked the father and son to come up. Because the black air came from the tree pit, an ordinary person would get sick for at least half a year if he took a breath. She recited a few Qingxin Mantras, spread her Taoist robe, reached down, and digged it bit by bit at the roots of the tree. After a long time, she took out a yellowed human bone.

Found.

Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief, but was shocked: "This is..."

"You don't know yet." Qing Huan glanced at them and said, "Kneel down and kowtow three times."

While talking, she was still taking bones outside and pieced them into a complete human form bit by bit. After Lian kowtowed to his father three times, Qinghuan asked them: "Do you really want to save Grandpa Lian?"

"think."

"Then I have one more thing, I don't know if you want to do it."

"As long as you can save my father, not to mention one thing, I am willing to do even a thousand things!"

Qinghuan's mouth twitched slightly: "It's serious, it doesn't need it. But this requirement may be a bit difficult, and you can agree according to the situation. We won't go tonight. You father and son have to guard the spirit under this tree for seven days, otherwise the resentful ghost would not let Grandpa Lian go easily."

"What the hell is going on? Who is that ghost? What does it have to do with my grandfather?" Even I couldn't understand what was going on, but Qinghuan didn't say anything.

Because Qinghuan didn't say it, he asked several more times until Qinghuan sighed: "Do you really want to know? Where are uncles and aunts?"

"think!"

Qinghuan sighed again, and she found that the frequency of her sighing had increased sharply in recent days. This is different from her master. Her master always wants to tell everyone what she knows, but Qinghuan feels that if hiding something can make kind people live happier, then what's wrong? Especially for this kind of sin that should not be the turn of Lian to bear, it should be the real culprit.

Sometimes it is a kind of happiness to not know anything.

She stretched, "Let's do it first. I'm hungry, eat first, and I'll tell you what's going on after dinner."
Chapter completed!