A dowry of one billion, and I'll marry him!

The young general burst out laughing, finding it rare to see such a serious person actually laugh.

"What other impact could there be? If he has evil thoughts, something will come to him in the middle of the night and test it on him. For example, if he wants to harm a woman, then a woman will come to his door at midnight, cough," the young general said.

Bai Nuannuan's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

"Isn't this just letting ghosts come to his door to play? What if it gets a little too exciting?" Bai Nuannuan had already imagined many scenarios.

"Yes, that's to make him feel excited, to make him suspect who wants to harm him, so he won't have time to follow us anymore. Besides, he and Shen Lianchu were intimate before, and Shen Lianchu's scent still lingers on him."

“At that time, he will definitely suspect that Shen Lianchu is still bothering him, so he will naturally go back to the Shen family. Only when he goes back to the Shen family can the real show begin,” Shi Yanxia said.

Gu Yubai listened quietly without interrupting.

"You want to use him to reopen old grudges and see who Shen Guishi, whom they mentioned before, really is?" Gu Yubai asked.

He didn't believe that Shi Yanxia was simply trying to intimidate Shen Ming; she wasn't a bored person.

"Shen Ming and Shen Qinghong are two people with the surname Shen but have no relation to the Shen family. They have done wrong things and will try to drag the other person down with them. They also live in fear."

“They’ll worry that the people who were killed back then might be coming back to claim their lives, and they’ll also worry that the living are setting a trap for them. So they’ll be in a state of constant fear and anxiety. The more they’re like this, the more likely I am to get the answers I want from them,” Shi Yanxia said.

From the moment she heard the words "Shen Lianchu, you stop right there," she had already planned everything that followed.

She couldn't find Shen Guishi. Who exactly was he? Why was there no trace of him? Who suppressed her? Was he dead or alive? She had to find out.

"Yan Yan." Bai Nuannuan sensed her emotions and wanted to comfort her, but didn't know what to say.

Shi Yanxia smiled, and her smile was radiant.

"Worry about me? You should worry about Shen Ming instead. I wonder if he'll be scared to death by you." Shi Yanxia is very open-minded and has a good attitude. She never wastes her energy on herself.

Zhang Feng was still there, buried in his work.

"Is he like me that night, with something chasing me in my dream, and his body emitting a foul stench?" Zhang Feng asked curiously.

Shi Yanxia smiled but remained silent.

"The nature of the matter is different. Your ancestors came to you because they wanted you to do things for them, but Shen Ming is different. If he has yin energy and evil energy, then it's not just a matter of ancestors coming to him," the young general said.

Half an hour later, Zhang Feng finally dug it out.

He was dumbfounded to find that there wasn't even a coffin.

He didn't know where his ancestors were, let alone that they had met such an end, as if they had been hastily buried.

"He must have had his arms and legs broken before he died, and was eventually buried alive." The young general stepped forward; he could tell the result with just a glance.

He had been to the battlefield and fought in wars; that was obvious at a glance.

Zhang Feng looked at the skeletons on the ground with complicated emotions.

“Once the feng shui of the new burial site is changed, your ancestor will come looking for you again. When that happens, ask him how he died and who killed him. Perhaps he will have the answers we want to know,” Shi Yanxia said.

Zhang Feng nodded quickly.

Gu Yubai, Bai Nuannuan, and Zheng Jiao stepped forward to help, while the young general and Shi Yanxia did not.

Ordinary people can help, but these two cannot. They cannot be entangled in other people's karma. For ordinary people, helping is a good deed, but if they intervene, the outcome will be different.

"Right here, with trees in front, water behind, and mountains to the side," Shi Yanxia said.

She drew a location, and Zhang Feng quickly moved the remains there. Shi Yanxia then had him burn paper money. The process was completed quickly, and it was already 1:30 a.m.

"What about him? What should we do?" Bai Nuannuan turned around and asked, staring at the unconscious Shen Ming.

After lighting incense and candles, Zhang Feng kowtowed three times to the ground and said, "Today, Shi Yanxia brought me here to move our ancestors' graves. I hope you like this auspicious place."

"If you like it, please ask our ancestors to bless us with peace in the future," Zhang Feng said.

He asked for nothing more than for everyone to be safe and well.

After Zhang Feng finished speaking, he got up, stepped forward, carried Shen Ming, and walked towards the location of the previous grave. There was still a pit there, and he stood there and threw Shen Ming into it.

"Ugh." Shen Ming felt a slight pain and groaned. He tried to open his eyes but couldn't wake up.

His head hurt, and his whole body ached.

After glancing at him, the group confirmed that Shen Ming was indeed still alive. Gu Yubai gathered some dry grass and threw it in, saying, "Don't let him freeze to death."

After finishing his business, Zhang Feng went to the lakeside to wash himself clean before turning around and getting into his car.

It was already 3:30 a.m. when we got back to the city.

The others got into the young general's car, which he drove them back to the apartments that Shi Yanxia had bought for them, while Shi Yanxia drove alone, preparing to return to the Zhan residence.

With a "click," the faint sound of a lighter could be heard in the pitch-black night.

Shi Yanxia turned around to go forward, but when she heard the sound, she turned around abruptly and looked not far away. She saw a figure standing in the shadows, holding a lighter and lighting it.

The faint flame flickered, illuminating the other person's well-defined hands.

Those hands were very well-maintained, with slender fingertips and broad, powerful palms. She looked up from those hands and vaguely saw a tall figure.

The dim light from the lighter obscured his expression.

The man leaned against the black Rolls-Royce, looking up to meet Shi Yanxia's gaze.

Those deep black eyes, like the soul-reaping messengers of the night, were so profound they sent chills down one's spine. His face was sharply defined, handsome yet exuding a mature and composed aura.

An intangible air of nobility emanated from him, even though he was dressed in a casual gray suit and dressed plainly, it could not conceal his inherent nobility.

"It's him?" Shi Yanxia met his eyes, and the Rolls-Royce that had blocked her way last night came to mind.

As Zhan Jinglin drove past that car, she deliberately slowed down. In that instant, she turned her head and met the eyes of the person in the back seat of that car, eyes that were the same as those she had seen tonight.

She just didn't expect to run into him here.

Shi Yanxia slammed the car door shut with a "bang".

Just as she was about to step forward, she saw the other person snap the lighter shut, the faint flame disappearing, and the man vanished into the darkness as if he had never been there.

The next second, the sound of a man's heavy footsteps was heard.

He strode out, step by step, from the darkness into the light. The moonlight dispelled the shadows behind him, and he walked straight toward her.