Relocation Brigade

That should be a man.

Black leather shoes, flat trousers, clean, not stained with mud outside.Going up, the trousers are straight, and you can imagine the strong and slender long legs hidden underneath without lifting the trouser legs.

Those feet came from the corner to the window, and stopped behind Chen Ling. He felt his hair being gently caressed by a hand, and the touch went down his temples, and stopped near the allergic red mark on the side of his neck.

There was a dead silence in the house, and strangely, there was no sound outside the house either.

All the noise before was like a welcome to the thing behind him.Now that the Lord has arrived, there is no need for disturbing noises.

Chen Ling was short of breath, and his heart was stunned and confused. Master has always been sensitive to ghosts, why is there no movement today?The same goes for Sanqingling, isn't it a magic weapon to exorcise evil spirits!It was as if he was dead, without any warning.

If you run into ghosts too much, it becomes a habit, and if you are scared too much, you will become fatter and fatter.

Chen Ling tried hard to force a little volume out of his throat, wanting to have a friendly negotiation: "You..."

As soon as the conversation started, the wet and cold breath sprayed on the back of his neck, and he could feel that the thing was sniffing on the skin, like some kind of elegant pre-dinner etiquette.

"You smell so good..." A low, hoarse voice with a trace of sleepiness rang in his ears.

Chen Ling was at a loss. This was the first time he knew that these things also had a sense of smell. He wished he could immediately pick up the T-shirt and smell it!

It's a pity, he can't move, he can only turn his brain quickly, thinking about how to break through the predicament and find a way out.

At this moment, the phone rang suddenly, shaking the entire air.

Chen Ling subconsciously stood up from the stool, he was taken aback for a moment, and belatedly realized that his body could move.

He turned around vigilantly, the humble room was empty and there was nothing there, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

After the ringtone ended, it rang again with perseverance in the next moment. Chen Ling moved his stiff fingers twice, cleared his dry throat, and took the phone to connect.

The sound of whining wind and pattering rain came from the phone, and the contractor’s voice seemed vague: “Mr. I’m afraid I’ll have to wait for the rain to stop. But in this way, it will take tomorrow to lay bricks and plaster inside, plus drying and warming the hole, I’m afraid it will be too late..."

Chen Ling was in trouble, so he ran to the next door to ask Zhao Xunchang for advice.

Zhao Xunchang: "The location you set is in the center of Yuhe mountain dragon vein, surrounded by water on the opposite side, and backed by high mountains. We have stepped on it before, and the soil under that location is also good. Since everything is good, there is no need to worry about it Many, you go to see the collapse first, and expand the tomb as appropriate."

"Then I need to inform the Jiang family first." After Chen Ling finished speaking, he dialed Mrs. Jiang's number, and the short beep seemed to hit his heart, which made people feel inexplicably nervous.

The phone can't be reached.

Seeing that the little apprentice was frowning, Zhao Xunchang suggested, "Maybe the weather has affected the signal, do as I said first, and try calling again when the rain stops later."

Chen Ling worked neatly, put down the phone and took the measuring tools, and found a small flower umbrella in the utility room after a lot of effort.

Before leaving, he ran to the master's window and took a look, and saw that the old man was busy meditating with his eyes closed.After thinking about it, I decided to deal with the more urgent matters first, and then ask the master to report the matter of Sanqingling not ringing in case of evil.

About ten meters below the top of the mountain, there are two more temporary sheds. Five or six workers are sheltering from the rain in the shed on the left, while the other three, led by the contractor, are squatting in the collapsed pit with sad faces. side.

Seeing that the young man went up the mountain in person suddenly, the contractor stood up with his trouser legs up, shielded himself from the rain with one hand, stuck out half of his head and rushed forward and shouted: "Mr. Chen, why are you here?"

"I'll come and see for myself!" Chen Ling responded loudly.

Stepping into the simple shed in three or two steps, straightening up, my head hit the sunken canopy, which was heavy, full of accumulated rainwater.

Chen Ling poked upwards with the ruler in his hand, and the rainwater immediately flowed down along the four corners of the shed. The water seeped into the soil and merged with the muddy soil and wet withered grass.

The collapse of the new cave is not serious, and the entire tomb only needs to be widened by about 0.3 meters.

Chen Ling jumped down, measured with a ruler repeatedly, and decided on a more auspicious width: "According to this number, expand the width, neither more nor less."

"Yes, yes, I understand." The contractor took the paper from the young man with both hands, "It's raining so much now, and the humidity of the soil is too high, it's really not suitable to start construction. Mr. Chen, do you think we can wait for the rain to stop before continuing?"

"Of course." Chen Ling said, "Have you got the dryer ready?"

"On the way to deliver it, it will arrive in half an hour."

Chen Ling nodded, and was about to say thank you for your hard work, when the sound of the rain hitting his head suddenly became quieter.After another three to five minutes, the panic-stricken torrential rain stopped without warning!

The head contractor showed joy, waved his big hand, and let the brothers start work.

Chen Ling stood aside and watched quietly. When it was around 07:30, he saw that some workers were already hungry and gnawed on the dry food they had prepared. The wooden barrels were filled up and carried up the mountain.

This time, the client's funds were stable, and he only invited his own contractor team. Mr. Yang Baogong led the people to work very hard.

After ten o'clock that night, the tomb was dug out, and an adult stood in, unable to touch the boundary between the two ends with his open arms.

The contractor smiled and joked with Chen Ling: "You can only buy such a large tomb in a newly opened cemetery like yours. In other places, it is difficult to buy a one-square-meter single-person ashes tomb."

These days, the price of the yin house and the yang house seems to be rising, one price per day.

What the contractor said was that it was a high-end cemetery with beautiful scenery, complete facilities, and close to the urban area. In addition to the burial area, there were also various funeral services.

Although Zhao Xunchang was the one who proposed the cemetery project, Chen Ling also sincerely wanted to start a career. He inquired, "Brother Yang, do you know the approximate price of other cemeteries?"

Asking this, Chen Ling couldn't help feeling frustrated.

He always thought that his acting skills were quite good, but every time he pretended to be a client and went to other cemeteries to inquire about price information, he was always exposed mercilessly.

After three consecutive times, he was directly blacklisted by various local funeral companies.

"The price of high-end columbariums varies. Depending on the location and size, there are tens of millions. Ordinary small columbariums cost about 15 to 20. By the way, you have to pay a management fee every [-] years. You know this, right?"

"I know." Chen Ling said, "The calculation is based on [-]% of the price of the tomb."

"Yes." The contractor lit a cigarette for himself and handed one to Chen Ling. Seeing that the other party refused, he joked, "Why, your girlfriend doesn't like it?"

Chen Ling waved his hand in denial: "Single dog, where did you get your girlfriend from? Master won't let you smoke."

In his early twenties, he was restless and eager to learn new things, but Chen Ling had never smoked or drank since he started.

In Zhao Xunchang's words, it is not good to be contaminated with too much worldly dirt, as it will affect people's aura.

Of course, this point is only aimed at Chen Ling. As a master, he has no intention of setting an example. He drinks and smokes whenever he wants.The euphemistic name is that when the master is old, he should enjoy himself in time in his later years, if he treats himself too harshly, he will go to hell when he dies.

When it was almost midnight, today's work came to an end.

With a flashlight on, Chen Ling led the workers down the mountain. After negotiation, he temporarily placed them in the nearby villagers' homes.

Saying goodbye to the contractor, it was already one o'clock in the morning. Chen Ling knew that his yin and yang were out of balance, so he paid great attention to maintaining his health, for fear that illness or sub-health would aggravate his condition.

Like today, the situation of not getting home in the early morning has never happened again.

Most of the people in the village have moved away, leaving the dark houses standing in place, like monsters crouching in the darkness, staring at the people passing by on the white path ahead.

Without squinting, Chen Ling tightened his five fingers holding the flashlight slightly, took out the bell in his pocket and shook it vigorously, using the bell to clear the way for himself.

The crisp sound of jingling broke the deadly humid air, giving people an inexplicable sense of stability.

Chen Ling's nervous heart relaxed, and he continued to move forward, but soon, his easily closed lips gradually tightened

— There are footsteps behind.

The sound of footsteps followed close behind, not afraid of San Qingling, Chen Ling started to run, and the speed of the other party was slow, after slowing down, the series of footsteps were still unhurried, with ease, as if he was already His bag.

If you were a normal person with strong yang energy, what you think at the moment must be being followed by bad guys.

It was Chen Ling's turn, combined with the aggressive gaze of the other party, he followed closely, but he still refused to attack him... I'm sorry, he can only think of the feeling of being depressed to the point of perversion before death, and letting go of himself after death Idiot ghost!

Thinking of a certain possibility, Chen Ling rang the alarm and quickly covered his rain-soaked neck with his hands.

Before going out to go up the mountain, the feeling of the body being touched by the cold came back to the brain, overlapping with the current strange situation.

The author has something to say: Lingling is a growth type, she won't be very powerful from the beginning