On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Zhao Dabao came close to Huo Changhe and spoke in a very low voice.

"Mr. Zhao, a good man."

Yan Ruyu's eyes narrowed slightly.

The person who just spoke was actually the great philanthropist Zhao who had died and whose funeral was held today?

No wonder Zhao Dabao was so scared.

A dead person can never come back to life, unless he was never dead at all.

Yan Ruyu remained silent, quickly stringing together the news she had received today in her mind.

What Liu the peddler mentioned was the incense that was bought a few days ago, the blue and white silk threads, and the bamboo embroidered on the mourning clothes worn by the Zhao family.

Mr. and Mrs. Zhao cried bitterly, and Mrs. Zhao had a look of grief on her face.

There were medicinal juices and scattered pills in the woods, as well as a newly dug tunnel.

It turned out to be the case.

At this time, a bell rang from the tomb and Master Wu began to perform a ritual.

But after a few shakes, the ringing sound suddenly became a little chaotic.

There was also the sound of falling.

The time has come.

Huo Changhe and Yan Ruyu looked at each other, nodded, and walked out together.

The grave was not too big, about the size of a room, with two coffins, one large and one small, for three people.

A man dressed as a Taoist priest, with a copper bell that had just fallen next to him, was Master Wu.

The one who was holding on to the slightly larger coffin and barely holding it together was Uncle Zhao.

The man sitting on the ground, looking weak all over, with white hair and beard, is Old Master Zhao, the kind-hearted Mr. Zhao.

Zhao Dabao also came out and looked at him in astonishment: "Grandpa Zhao, you...you are not dead?"

He looked at the coffin in astonishment again: "Who is the person in this?"

Yan Ruyu asked: "Who was the person who should have shown up at the funeral but didn't?"

Zhao Dabao answered subconsciously: "It's Mr. Zhao from Mr. Zhao's family."

He was stunned for a moment after he finished speaking, and looked at the coffin in shock: "Could it be..."

Yan Ruyu nodded: "If I'm not mistaken, it should be."

She walked to the slightly smaller coffin and patted it lightly: "The body inside should be Madam Shi's."

Zhao Dabao opened his eyes wide in shock again.

Uncle Zhao tried to deny it: "No, no! Who are you? Why are you here?"

He looked at Zhao Dabao again, his eyes red: "Dabao, my family treats you well, why do you bring outsiders in? This is destroying the feng shui of our Zhao family!"

Zhao Dabao came back to his senses and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"You don't have to blame him. It has nothing to do with him," Yan Ruyu said coldly, "What Feng Shui? Are you guys deceiving yourselves to seek peace of mind, or is this liar trying to cheat you out of your money?"

Huo Changhe drew his sword and pointed it at Master Wu.

"say!"

Master Wu felt weak all over and was pointed at by a sword, which frightened him to death. However, he was an experienced man and managed to calm down quickly.

"What are you talking about? I can tell you that this is the auspicious time and the auspicious grave that I have found. If you bury yourself here, it will definitely bring prosperity to your family and descendants in the future. You will have good fortune for at least two hundred years."

"Humph, now that you guys have made such a fuss, I have delayed the auspicious time. If anything happens in the future, I will not be responsible."

He looked at the Zhao family father and son: "Xu said it in advance, you can do it yourself, while there is still a little time, I will do something, maybe I can turn the situation around. If it is too late and you miss the last chance, don't blame me if any bad luck happens in the future."

When Mr. Zhao heard this, his face changed slightly. Old Master Zhao gasped, "Quick, let them go away and help Master Wu perform the ritual."

Uncle Zhao looked at Zhao Dabao and said, "Dabao, if you still care about our friendship, take them away. No one else needs to interfere in our Zhao family's affairs."

"Uncle Zhao, listen to me..."

Zhao Dabao wanted to say more, but Uncle Zhao interrupted him: "I don't want to listen. Do as I say. If you don't agree, you will have to bear the consequences. When I get out, go see the clan leader immediately. You have made progress, but your parents are still in the village."

Zhao Dabao was stunned. He never expected that these words would come out of his mouth.

How could Mr. Zhao, who is usually kind and gentle, say such threatening words?

Then, Zhao Dabao also became serious.

He walked to the side of the coffin and said, "This is not just the Zhao family's business. If it is indeed Mrs. Shi's body, then you are suspected of stealing the body and you must be held responsible."

"I want to open the coffin."

Old Master Zhao gasped: "No!"

He tried to stand up: "No one is allowed to move."

Yan Ruyu ignored him and looked carefully. There were no nails on the coffin, unlike the time when he was nailed to death in Sunjiazhuang.

"Open the coffin," Yan Ruyu said to Zhao Dabao, "Don't be afraid."

Zhao Dabao nodded.

Uncle Zhao stumbled over and pushed Zhao Dabao away: "No, go away, don't touch me!"

Yan Ruyu threw a rope to Zhao Dabao: "Tie him up."

Zhao Dabao caught the rope, hesitated for a moment, and said firmly: "Uncle Zhao, I'm sorry."

Uncle Zhao said angrily: "You dare, Zhao Dabao, if you dare to touch me..."

"Uncle Zhao," Zhao Dabao interrupted him, "I respect you and the old man very much, and I have never thought of being ungrateful. I remember your kindness in my heart, and my family has never forgotten it."

"If there is any need for me, I will do my best to help, but if you do anything illegal, I will never tolerate it, let alone be threatened."

After he said that, he tied up Uncle Zhao.

The man was tied up and dragged aside.

Zhao Dabao and Yan Ruyu came over and pushed the coffin lid together.

Old Master Zhao stood up, shaking himself: "Master Wu, hurry up, think of a solution..."

Master Wu also recovered a little, staring at Huo Changhe and said, "I warn you, don't do anything rash. Do you think I'm afraid of you just because you have a sword? I also have a sword..."

Before Master Wu finished speaking, a cold light flashed before his eyes.

Huo Changhe stabbed him in the shoulder with a sword.

Immediately there was a flood of blood.

"Ah," Master Wu screamed in pain.

Huo Changhe pulled out his sword and put it against his throat with a blood drop on it.

"Let's talk again."

Master Wu didn't dare to breathe and his face was pale.

"Tell me, what do you think of Feng Shui, or do you have other intentions?"

Master Wu was really hit by a sword, so he dared not be arrogant. He could only tell the truth: "I... I am actually a traveling Taoist priest. I usually do some rituals to exorcise evil spirits. I happened to hear that something happened to the Zhao family. I heard that they are a wealthy family, so I thought about making a good fortune."

Huo Changhe sneered: "Tell me clearly how to make money and how capable you are."

Master Wu hesitated and didn't want to say anything, so Huo Changhe pressed his sword down.

The sharp blade was against his neck, and he was so scared that he immediately shouted: "I don't have any skills, I just want to cheat some money. This tomb was originally prepared by them, and I just said it to go along with it."

Hearing this, the Zhao family father and son glared at him.

"Is there anything else? What else did you say?"

"Otherwise," Master Wu closed his eyes and finished speaking in one breath, "I just told them that if a young person dies in vain and has not yet married, he may become a wandering ghost and will not be able to be reborn in a good life in the next life."