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Wang Chunhua came back to her senses, greeted Liu Yan and ordered Zhang Yang to prepare a dormitory, so she put her hands behind her back and prepared to go for a walk.

He Qianlin froze for a moment, followed quickly beside Wang Chunhua, looked at Mudan defensively and said softly, "Where does Mudan sleep?"

"Sleeping at my place, of course!" Wang Chunhua replied naturally.

He Qianlin was taken aback for a moment, and then said displeasedly: "No, there are also two beds in the utility room, and Peony can live with Zhang Yang!"

Wang Chunhua was stunned for a moment. That's right, the peony has already transformed into a body, so she definitely can't just attach herself to any flower to sleep like before. He Qianlin's suggestion is also good, she nodded immediately, and said in response: "Well, just press You can do what you say!"

Mudan looked forward to Wang Chunhua with her clear eyes and said softly, "Master Si Ming, wouldn't it be good for Mudan to serve you?"

Wang Chunhua raised her eyebrows, waved her hands and said, "No, He Qianlin is being targeted by that man. I can't be careless anymore. You can go to sleep in the room you cleaned up with Liu Yan. If you can't let Zhang Yang and Liu Yan sleep, you live alone A room."

Peony lowered her eyes, leaned over and agreed: "Peony obeys the orders of your lord."

"My lord curator, I don't think Mrs. Qin will give up. Why don't we go on a spring outing to avoid the limelight? Then Mrs. Qin will not come to the funeral home when she sees that we are not there!" Zhang Yang followed behind He Qianlin and said suddenly .

Wang Chunhua squinted her almond eyes, paused, turned around and looked at Zhang Yang with a half-smile and said, "I knew you had ghosts in your heart!"

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and said in shame: "My lord curator, I...I just want you to take a look. If you don't want to, I won't force it!"

"Hmph, what you said is nice. You just lied to us without asking. Is that not forced?" Wang Chunhua frowned. She hated other people playing tricks on her the most. Wouldn't it be nice to be simple?

Zhang Yang blushed instantly when he was choked by Wang Chunhua, touched the short hair on the back of his head, and said with a little confidence: "If I ask you, will you agree?"

"Then you must at least explain the situation clearly. If you don't make any preparations, you will die. It doesn't matter if you die. If He Qianlin dies, I will not let you go even if I chase you to the underworld!" Wang Chunhua said lightly. The few words he said were startled and Zhang Yang shrank his body involuntarily.

He Qianlin couldn't help but be a little happy when she heard Wang Chunhua defending herself, she hugged Wang Chunhua's arm and smiled from ear to ear: "Huahua, don't worry about me, I'll be fine!"

Zhang Yang's eyes were dazzled by He Qianlin's bright smile, and his heart felt hot. Anyway, this is his last chance, so he had to try anyway, and said quickly: "Master curator, there are two trees of life and death in the village of my hometown. The tree of life and death was planted by our ancestors a long time ago. Our village has continuous mountains in the north, and low mountains and hills echoing far and near in the south; The layout is clear and the terrain is spacious. All the houses are located in this area, surrounded by bending water.

But this feng shui treasure land is only suitable for yin houses and not for yang houses. My ancestors thought it was a pity to abandon this feng shui treasure land, so they planted two trees of life and death at the entrance of the village to forcibly reverse the feng shui of the hall. Everything was fine, but one year A woman was suddenly hanged from a dead tree before, and the village began to feel restless after that.

In the middle of the night, I always heard women crying, and those with children in the family were crying at night, and everyone was in a state of panic. After two months, the village suddenly began to lose livestock. Every month, sometimes more than one Sometimes, everyone thought it was a beast that appeared on the mountain, and they didn't pay attention at first, until a person in the village disappeared, and later found his body on the branch of a dead tree, all the blood disappeared, and the whole person Turned into a mummy.

Those who could move had all moved away, and the rest were old, weak, sick and disabled. There was nothing they could do to guard the increasingly dilapidated village. They could only watch that every other month, there were more and more corpses on that branch. No one dared to move the last corpse, and now there are seven corpses hanging on the branches. If there is no other way, the village will be over! "

"The Tree of Life and Death, what is this?" He Qianlin asked curiously.

"It's a living tree and a dead tree," Zhang Yang quickly explained.

Mudan's eyes turned slightly, and she said softly, "Master Si Ming, why don't you go and have a look!"

Wang Chunhua and Mudan looked at each other with a smile, and replied, "You can have this!"

He Qianlin felt a little uncomfortable again. She hated the tacit understanding between Mudan and Wang Chunhua, which could be understood with just one look.

"Master Curator, have you agreed?" Zhang Yang looked extremely happy. She learned from He Qianlin that Wang Chunhua was actually stronger. Now that something happened in the village, she naturally hoped that someone with a strong hand could help solve it. .

"Didn't you just say that you just avoided Mrs. Qin? Naturally, you have to go out for a walk!" Wang Chunhua smiled brightly, and walked around the ritual site a few times with her hands behind her back. When she met Mrs. Qin, she said the purpose of her trip. Seeing Mrs. Qin's suddenly pale face, she nodded in satisfaction.

Early the next morning, Wang Chunhua took the three of them and set off swaggeringly. It was still the car of the funeral parlor, but this time the driver was replaced by Zhang Yang, and Mudan also changed her face. She would not be thrown into the crowd with an ordinary face. found it.

He Qianlin looked suspiciously at that face, and there was no trace of the allurement of the country last night. It seemed to be a different person, but the eyes were hard to change. There was still spring in the waves, which was really attractive.

Zhang Yang looked at the rearview mirror curiously, and asked carelessly, "Are you Peony? Why don't you look like that?"

The words are tactful, but everyone who listens knows that this is not only not alike, it's just two people, okay?

Peony's hair is also casually coiled, with a wooden hairpin stuck in it, wearing a white linen shirt and trousers, with a large peony flower blooming on the chest of the shirt, at first glance, she thought she was wearing a flowery apron.

It's just that the blue hair that Wang Chunhua had gathered behind her ears was also coiled up, and there was no decoration on the bun. He Qianlin felt a little bored at this glance, and stretched out her hand to untie the bun, pursed her lips and said dryly: "Not good looking!"

Wang Chunhua squinted at He Qianlin who was expressionless, and didn't bother to argue. The person in front of her was the most stubborn person she had ever seen. She couldn't beat her, and it was useless to scold her, so she simply followed her.

He Qianlin untied the white gauze ribbon tied around Wang Chunhua's wrist, gathered her hair, wrapped the gauze ribbon around it, tied it in a crooked bow, looked up, and then nodded in satisfaction, it's still the same The curator is more beautiful.

The small village mentioned by Zhang Yang is in a very remote location, some distance from this small town, and it takes three hours to drive by car. After arriving, several people have to climb a hill. Arrived, if the journey is slow, it may take four or five hours to reach the entrance of the village.

Maybe it was early in the morning, the car bumped left and right on the uneven road, making people drowsy and drowsy, and He Qianlin also fell into Wang Chunhua's arms following the bumps.

Wang Chunhua glanced at the back of He Qianlin's head lightly, followed this force to make He Qianlin sleep comfortably on her lap, as if teasing a pet, and stroked He Qianlin's soft hair time after time.

The car has already driven to the outskirts, and there are still large fields on both sides of the dirt road. The blue wheat is picked up by the wind, like water waves, rippling layer by layer towards the distance.

The soft sunlight gradually became a bit dazzling, and the clouds were thin and sparse. If you stayed on the road for a while, you might be burned by the strong ultraviolet rays.

In the distance of the field, you can vaguely see cows plowing the field, and you can also see white sheep looking down for food. Several houses gather together in twos and threes. Occasionally, you can see smoke rising from cooking, and a faint smoke floats up. The sky melted into the gray-blue background in an instant.

The farther you go, the more obvious the ups and downs of the mountains are. If you look at the mountains closer and farther away, you can see that there are continuous undulating mountains, but the mountains are severely damaged, and the whole mountain can be seen exposed to the air. Brown sandy soil, occasionally a few green vegetation can be seen, but I don't know how long this vegetation can cover the mountain.

"This... how did this mountain get destroyed like this?" Wang Chunhua couldn't believe it. She wiped her eyes, but still saw a large piece of bare sand.

Zhang Yang shrugged his shoulders, with a little regret: "There is no way, people are dazzled by interests, and many people don't believe in Feng Shui at all!"

"Ignorance and superficiality" Wang Chunhua couldn't help scolding with raised eyebrows. After tossing around like this, when the aura on the mountain is gone, let's see who will guard the crowd at the bottom of the mountain.

Peony's red lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she sighed slightly, but said nothing.

Reiki is a gift from nature. Right now, these human beings are wantonly destroying the ecological environment for the petty profit in front of them. Without the protection of nature, how can human beings continue to reproduce? It is so stupid!

No wonder the aura of heaven is getting weaker and weaker, no wonder even He Qianlin was able to avoid the eyes of the sky and escape into reincarnation. The aura is so weak that human beings still do their own way. How can this be worthy of nature.

"One day, you will prove your ignorance with an unbearable price." Wang Chunhua lowered her eyes, her depressed mood made her unable to enjoy the scenery as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Yang frowned strangely, looked at Wang Chunhua through the rearview mirror, and asked cautiously, "Where is the curator from?"

Wang Chunhua stared at Zhang Yang with a half-smile, then immediately lowered her eyebrows, leaned her head on the back seat, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Zhang Yang was stunned, and looked at Mudan subconsciously, and found that Mudan also closed his eyes and seemed unwilling to talk to him. The origin of the head of Xindao is quite mysterious. He must have stayed in the deep mountains and old forests for a long time. Otherwise, such common ecological damage would have long been taken for granted.