Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

Not far away is a cemetery.

Some have tombstones, some don’t, and some are crooked and half-broken.

The small mound of earth was torn apart by the gray and pointed hand bones, and densely packed skeleton claws were waving on the ground. From a distance, it looked like a field of vegetables.

Hmm...crispy hand and claw bone vegetable.

Except that they are scrambling to climb out impatiently.

Qi Wu Yue suspected that there were corpses buried underneath, otherwise there wouldn't be so many skeletons piled up.

A new round of skeletons soon swarmed over.

Burn it.

No sword techniques, talismans or formations can be as powerful as the Phoenix Fire which can burn everything to ashes.

Xiao Lin could only continue setting fire.

The little butterfly, who had slept well, got up and was surprised to see the scene in front of her. She leaned on her father's shoulder and asked, "Will relics be found when they are burned?"

A string of relics or a bead bracelet.

I have to say, this is indeed a good idea to make money using skeletons.

Unfortunately.

Qi Wu Yue sighed: "If you want the relics, you have to burn the bald donkey."

The probability of finding a Buddhist practitioner among this group of skeletons is extremely small, and the probability of burning out relics is almost zero.

After Xiao Lin burned the second wave of skeletons, he welcomed the third wave of newly unearthed skeletons.

The little butterfly held her little head and watched until her eyes hurt.

"You're so bored, Dad, let me sing a song for you~"

Qi Wu Yue's eyelids twitched subconsciously, and he pinched a sugar pill with his fingertips and wanted to cover her mouth.

A step too late.

She has opened her voice.

"That big skeleton is beautiful, and this little skeleton is cute~"

It was a voice like thunder in his ears, and Qi Wu Yue was startled by her singing.

"Big Skeleton, Little Skeleton——"

"Come and visit the graves together in the first month of the lunar year!!!"

The cheerful and passionate song was sonorous and powerful, and she sang the high notes in a dragging tone.

I don't know where she got out two brightly colored handkerchiefs, and she started swinging and twisting them enthusiastically, while jumping and dancing on the table in a cross step.

"If you touch your hips with your elbows, everyone will have long legs~"

Qi Wu Yue lay on the chair, his silver eyes revealing a hint of despair.

Qi Ertian likes to sing whenever she feels like it, and the songs she sings have a magic that can move people away on the spot.

The close-range victim Qi Wu Yue suffered from sonic interference.

"Bright and white, bright and white, you are so white that you glow at night~"

Little Butterfly waved her fingers and started her cheerful rap time.

"A bright forehead and slender fingers"

"Patted teeth, deep eye sockets"

"Thin face, pointy chin"

"I see your beauty in the dark"

……

The little butterfly was in a singing mood and composed a song to sing.

She twisted the handkerchief happily.

"Duo ah yo ~ Suona playing——"

"Ah, ah, copper coins are scattered——"

"The big skull is pretty, the small skull is handsome~"

"The big skeleton has long legs~"

"Little Skeleton Wearing a Flower~"

"Big and small skeletons hold hands, hey~ that~ they go to the grave together~"

The last line was so high and long, so resonant that Little Butterfly almost couldn't sing it.

After she finished the song, she still felt a little unsatisfied.

After Xiao Lin finished burning the skull and went back, he saw Qi Wu Yue had calmly covered himself with a white cloth - his sleeve.

He lay there peacefully and quietly, and for the first time he felt that the world was dull.

The little butterfly cleared her throat and was about to sing again, but Xiao Lin quickly blocked her mouth with a spiritual fruit.

If she continued singing, Qi Wu Yue would be sent away by her.

The little butterfly, whose voice was physically silenced, picked up the fruit and began to eat it, repeatedly.

Pulling down the sleeve covering his face, Qi Wu Yue was severely devastated by the devilish sound. With an expressionless face, he pushed away the culprit Little Butterfly and her fruit, and signaled to Xiao Lin with his eyes: give her some mute medicine to quickly make her throat mute, so that she won't have to work so hard all day long.

The little butterfly that was flicked away lay on the fruit and ate it madly and persistently. The juice was all over her little face. She had no idea that her two fathers were considering what brand of mute medicine to give her.

After the skeletons were cleared away, the scene in front of them finally became much clearer. Stepping on the relatively soft skull ashes, the two men walked through the cemetery and continued to explore.

As we walked along, newly unearthed skeletons kept staggering and attacking us.

However, the number is much less than before, which reduces the visual impact.

However, some of them actually flew off the coffin lid with a bang, and crawled out screaming to scare people.

Qi Wu Yue expressed dissatisfaction with this behavior of making a fuss about death, and immediately asked Xiao Lin to burn their coffins.

Little Butterfly crossed her arms: "If you scare me, I'll have to break my coffin!"

When a skeleton is burned, it turns into ashes, but when a coffin is burned, some valuable things will be burned out.

Sometimes there are a few ritual implements buried with the dead in the coffin. Even when the wood turns to ashes, the implements remain.

It’s just that the grade is too low.

They were originally the belongings of a dead person, and they are worthless things.

In short: worthless, unlucky stuff.

Qi Wu Yue snapped his fingers, wrapped it in spiritual power and used it to explode the skeleton.

The further you go in, the thicker the yin energy becomes, and the higher the quality of the skeletons you encounter.

However, no matter how high one's cultivation is, one is still a skeleton, and as long as one is a skeleton, he or she will be afraid of being burned by the divine fire.

The two men burned their way through, and during the process they pulled out a ghost pine tree from the grave of an unknown man.

Probably because the further you go, the heavier the ghost energy becomes, and the more ghost plants are nurtured.

There are sporadic ghost plants growing on many grave mounds, and some of them have small flowers blooming with bright colors.

The little butterfly held her face in her hands and said to herself, "When I die, flowers will grow on my grave."

Little White Flower suddenly lifted the flower plate.

"Don't worry, I'll be able to stab your grave with all my might when the time comes."

"No, white is too monotonous. I want it to be full of colorful flowers." The little butterfly said with disgust.

The little white flower shook its head.

"I can change~"

Qi Wu Yue glanced at the two idiots and said, "Stop talking nonsense and pull it out quickly."

The two fools obediently pulled out the ghost plants on the grave.

"Dad, look, there are a lot of hemp grass growing on that grave, some of them are more than three feet high." Little Butterfly's eyes lit up as she pointed to a grave covered with lush ghost plants in the distance.

Qi Wu Yue waved his hand and said, "Pull them all out!"

The little butterfly and the little white flower were like two happy huskies, and they pounced on them with a "wow". Each butterfly and flower hugged a hemp grass that was many times bigger than themselves, and started to pull it out with all their might.

"Hey ha hey ha!"

“Ugh—”

He failed to pull out the small butterfly hemp grass, and his hand slipped, causing him to fly backwards, tumbling several times in the air and crashing back onto Qi Wu Yue's clothes. He felt dizzy and saw stars.

The little butterfly's strength is at most 500 to 600 kilograms, so it's normal that it can't be pulled out.

But the little white flower was a wood-type spiritual plant with strong natural strength. In addition, it drank spiritual spring water every day. Its strength now approached ten thousand pounds, but it couldn't pull out a single strand.

The roots of this hemp are extremely strong in the ground.

"The Yinsi ghost hemp grows one inch above ground and the roots are buried three inches underground." Xiao Lin said as he pulled out a Yinsi ghost hemp that was over a foot long.

The tough dark green ghost hemp has leaves that are more than a foot long, but it has a dense root system that is nearly a meter long underground, so dense that it looks like tangled hair.

It takes at least ten thousand pounds of force to pull out the more than one-foot-long Yinsi ghost hemp.

"Is it valuable?" Qi Wu Yue threw a sugar pill into his mouth, chewed it and asked vaguely.