“Master…good all the way…”

Chen Fusheng stopped waving his flags and stood quietly in front of the tomb, feeling sad.

The light has passed and the talisman has been extinguished, which means that the old Taoist Jiang Botong's soul will be resting in peace from now on and will never be in the world again.

The sacrifice has been completed.

The old Taoist priest finally got his wish and returned to his roots.

Jiang Ni accompanied Chen Fusheng and silently stared at Miaomiao Zhuyan.

I don't know how long it took.

Chen Fusheng stopped his sadness again, came back to his senses, and bowed:

"Thank you, Miss Jiang Ni!"

Jiang Ni shook his head lightly, withdrew his eyes from the grave, and returned to his deserted posture, and said softly:

"It should be...and I should have done it."

Chen Fusheng nodded and thanked him, and said no more. Then he carried a banner and raised a sword, cleaned the front of the grave, and said:

"I have reported my teacher that I am willing to accept the position of guardian in Chaochunlou."

"really!"

Jiang Ni's face was a little happy, "Since that's the case, please ask Master Chen to return to Chaochun Tower with me. Some things must be discussed with my master to see how to proceed."

"Okay!" Chen Fusheng nodded.

The two immediately walked side by side and left Jiang's house.

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The night is already deep.

Everything is silent, the fields are dense and foggy, and the old Jiang family house is shrouded in it.

The desolate sound of the gurgling night owls floats away from each other.

The weeds rustled.

A wild beast that looked like a leopard, and a wild cat, quickly passed through the weeds and rushed into the backyard of the Jiang family's old house.

It tiptoed to the grave and sniffed around it with its nose.

In a moment.

This wild beast, which looked like a cat and a leopard, suddenly grew up.

Immediately shed the animal form and gradually stood up like a human body.

It was covered in a dark night-wearing dress, squatting in front of the grave, whispering secretly:

"Well, the scent of tracking is here. Could that magic weapon be buried in the grave?"

After talking to himself, it no longer hesitated, and its hands were like sharp shovels, digging the grave soil quickly.

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Chapter completed!