You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

"Haha, that's not important."

Yao Wentao said this and looked towards the village with a raised eyebrow.

"Brother Yong, who's holding a funeral in the village?"

Meng Yong said "Hi": "The old man from the Ji family is gone."

Yao Wentao frowned and thought for a moment: "The old man guarding the temple gate?"

"Why did he leave? Was he sick? I was wondering why I didn't see him when I came here a while ago."

Meng Yong sighed, "I got sick a few years ago. Since I had money from the temple, I just held on, consuming herbal remedies myself. Last August, I couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed. I dragged on for over half a year before I passed away."

"Ah, this is basically the case with most elderly people. They may look quite strong, but when a serious illness comes, it's like a mountain collapsing~" Yao Wentao sighed.

Seeing Meng Yong pointing at Yao Fusheng, he finally remembered his purpose: "This is my fifth uncle. He was also sick before. We found a doctor to treat him. He said that there was something wrong with the ancestral tomb... Wait..."

Yao Wentao looked at Su Chen hurriedly: "Master, the ancestral tomb of the fifth uncle you mentioned is in Wangtou Village?"

Su Chen nodded.

"The old man Ji who just died should be his uncle."

Yao Wentao: “!!!”

Such a coincidence?

Meng Yong frowned and looked at Su Chen: "Master?"

Before he could ask more, he heard Su Chen say, "Basically everyone in the Ji family has had trouble in the past few years, right? Some are sick, some are disabled."

Meng Yong subconsciously looked at Yao Wentao.

The latter waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't look at me, I don't even know the old man's last name is Ji."

Meng Yong looked Su Chen up and down suspiciously: "Are you...really a master?"

Yao Wentao was afraid that his random questioning would offend Su Chen, so he asked Aunt Niu to support Yao Fusheng, and he went forward and held Meng Yong's hand and whispered to him for a while.

Meng Yong frowned and then relaxed his brows, touched his forehead, and smelled it carefully.

"I don't have a fever and I'm not drunk..."

"Oh my Brother Yong, don't you know me? I'm not kidding, this is a famous master in Shanghai. My fifth uncle had a huge boil on his head before, and you'll know it was solved in less than five minutes if you go to our town and ask. Look at that tender skin on my fifth uncle's head, it was originally a boil."

Meng Yong still had doubts.

Yao Wentao was discouraged: "Then I must have cheated you for something, right? We came here to solve the problem of my fifth uncle's grave. If the grave is fine, then the loss will be..."

He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll pay for it all. Is that okay?"

Seeing Meng Yong's expression ease, Yao Wentao hurriedly bowed and said, "Brother Yong, please help me find a few elderly people from the Ji family in the village. It won't be difficult..."

Meng Yong was helpless: "It's not that I don't want to help you find one, but the elders of the Ji family have passed away one after another in the past two or three years. The remaining ones are probably about the same age as your fifth uncle, and they may not even know about the adoption."

"Then the other elderly people."

As he spoke, Yao Wentao rummaged into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and stuffed it into Meng Yong's hand.

"Please please!"

Meng Yong nodded: "Then come with me and wait at the village committee."

The village committee of Wangtou Village is a row of three rooms.

Meng Yong was familiar with the people inside, so he greeted them and arranged them in the corner of the office.

Yao Wentao glanced around and ran to greet the village secretary. After a while, he came back with a few cups full of hot water.

He laughed dryly: "Master, I'm sorry, this is the condition here."

Su Chen waved his hand: "It's okay."

The village secretary came over and shook hands with Su Chen, and chatted with Su Chen about the ancestral grave.

Knowing that he was also worried, Su Chen answered almost every question.

By the time Meng Yong called people over, the village secretary had already understood everything.

He immediately called over a few elderly people, and after chatting with them for a while, they came over.

"What do you think, comrade? My fifth uncle is indeed originally from the Ji family, right?"

The village secretary nodded and said, "I've asked around. Back then, an elder from your Yao family married into the Ji family and gave birth to six boys in a row. It was hard to raise them, so they took the fourth one with them."

"However, the matter of the ancestral grave still needs to be discussed with the Ji family. They are busy with the funeral arrangements right now..."

Before he could finish explaining, Meng Yong led three middle-aged men in.

When Yao Wentao saw these three people, one was extremely skinny, with a sallow complexion, and looked like he would die with a slight bump. Another one was limping, with purple circles under his eyes and swollen eyelids. Another one had one ear missing, leaving only a hole.

After such a comparison, Yao Wentao suddenly felt that his fifth uncle had become more handsome.

The three men saw the man, looked around, and their eyes fell on Yao Fusheng. They asked in a low voice, "Is this the master?"

"What are you talking about?" Yao Wentao pointed at Su Chen and explained, "This is the master, this is my fifth uncle, and he is also from your Ji family."

The village secretary nodded and said, "I've asked other elders in the village. He's Ji Caiyun's child. He had too many children to support, so his wife was from the Yao family. He adopted one of them. Counting by generation, he's of the same generation. Brother Song, you have to call him uncle."

The other old people were afraid that they would not believe it, so they all started talking at once and told the old almanac.

There was simply no rice or grain, and few wild vegetables. I was so hungry in the middle of the night that I could only lie by the water tank to drink water.

Every family also had children sent away.

Ji Ansong, the one with one ear missing, nodded and looked at Su Chen again: "Master, do you think there is something wrong with our ancestral tomb?"

"Well, the problems that occurred five years ago, and the accidents that happened to your Ji family one after another, should have started from that time, right?"

Ji Ansong looked at the two people who came with him, and the three of them walked to the side to discuss it.

They haven't reached a conclusion yet, but the few old men called over have already nodded.

"I remember Caidong left five years ago, right?"

"He usually sat under a tree with us and chatted, but suddenly he fell ill and passed away within a few minutes. I thought it was strange."

"Really? Next up are Caiyun and the others. I've long suspected something was wrong with the Ji family's ancestral tomb. Didn't I tell you that?"

"You did say that, and you asked me to go and ask Ansong and the others to invite a doctor to come and see them. Given their family's situation, can they afford to hire a doctor? It's really valuable to have the ability."

"Yes, yes. Not to mention that if we really see a problem, we don't even have the money to move the graves."

……

As they spoke, the old men began to feel regretful.

If it really was a problem with the ancestral grave, if they had persuaded the Ji family earlier, would there have been fewer deaths?

In the past five years, all the older generation of the Ji family have died.

If you spread it out over five years, it doesn't feel like much, but when you count carefully, there are actually 14 people.

After Ji Ansong and the others finished their calculations, they felt a chill in their hearts.

That was an old man over 60 years old. People like them in their 40s and 50s are also struggling, either sick or disabled. Even their children and grandchildren seem to be non-existently healthy.

They used to think that illness was due to their own lack of care and disability was an accident.

just now……

"Master, what happened to our Ji family's ancestral tomb?"

"If we solve this, will we be fine?"

Ji Ansong said this and almost knelt down with Su Chen.

Su Chen supported him.

"It's no big deal, just a small matter."

"If it had really been a serious matter, you would have been reduced to dust long ago."

Ji Ansong was puzzled: "But, but my dad and my uncles have all passed away in the past few years."

"He was already ill, and the incident at the ancestral tomb was enough to make him unable to bear it, so he passed away."

"Oh, so that's it." Ji Ansong suddenly realized and quickly became excited again, "Then Master, this matter must be resolved. You tell us, and we'll do it right away!"

As soon as he spoke, the other two people from the Ji family nodded.

Su Chen nodded: "Let's go, take a shovel and go to your ancestral grave."

Ji Ansong: "Okay."