Chapter Seven: The Thief Who Steals the Spirit Grass
At this time, Wang Qingyun rushed over with more than a dozen young and strong, all of whom were carrying a wooden bucket filled with black dog blood.
"Uncle Jiu, are you okay!" Wang Qingyun asked with concern.
Wang Changsheng shook his head and said: "It's okay, I have already wiped out the ghosts, who lived in this house before?"
"It belongs to a businessman surnamed Yang. He raised a foreign house. However, more than ten years ago, the foreign house died of illness. The businessman surnamed Yang hasn't been here since then, and this house has always been empty."
A young man raised his eyebrows, sniffed his nose a few times, and said with a look of disgust on his face, "It stinks! What is so stinky?"
When Wang Changsheng heard the words, he also smelled the stench. The stench came from the well.
After lifting the stones on the top of the well, with the help of torches, everyone saw a female corpse in the well.
"After Xiaofeng was killed, she threw her body into the well. Qingyun will send someone to salvage the body at dawn tomorrow, burn it, and demolish all the houses in this yard. If the original owner comes back, Compensate him at the original price." Wang Changsheng ordered.
"Uncle Jiu, do you want to seal this well?"
"Seal it! First burn it with lychee wood. In addition, check it again. No pagoda, poplar, willow, mulberry and neem trees are allowed in everyone's home. If there is any, cut it down immediately. By the way, demolish the house Finally, plant a few peach trees in the yard, and send people to water them regularly, and wait for the peach trees to bear fruit, and the yin energy will probably dissipate."
Wang Qingyun nodded and said: "Yes, Uncle Jiu, my nephew will go to do it tomorrow. It's already getting late, Uncle Jiu, go back and rest! Just leave it to my nephew."
Wang Changsheng didn't object either, and after a few words of advice, he left.
The next morning, after Wang Changsheng had breakfast, under the leadership of Wang Qiuxian, he went door-to-door to check, and after confirming that there was no dark place, Wang Changsheng was relieved.
At noon, Wang Qingyun led a group of clan elders and personally sent Wang Changsheng and Wang Qiusheng out of Wangjia Town.
"Qiu Sheng, you should go back to Lianhua Island first! I still have something to do, so I will go back later." Wang Changsheng ordered.
"Yes, Uncle Ninth!" Wang Qiusheng agreed honestly.
After Wang Qiusheng walked away, Wang Changsheng's lips moved a few times, and a white cloud appeared out of nowhere under his feet, lifting him up and flying towards the distance.
Half an hour later, Wang Changsheng appeared above a desolate mountain range,
As soon as his technique changed, the white cloud slowly landed in a narrow valley.
Not far from the valley is a cave that is as tall as one person and as wide as two people. It doesn't look like anything special.
After walking more than a hundred feet, the front suddenly opened up, and a cave the size of more than a hundred feet appeared in front of Wang Changsheng.
There is nothing special about the cave, and there is no grass growing.
Wang Changsheng came to a somewhat smooth stone wall, put his hands on the stone wall, and began to mutter something. After a while, his hands glowed yellow.
An astonishing scene appeared, a large amount of sand fell from the stone wall.
Not long after, a hole that only allowed one person to pass appeared in front of him.
Wang Changsheng walked along the narrow entrance to a grotto that was more than ten feet in size.
When he first came to Ping'an County, Wang Changsheng couldn't bear the weak aura of Lianhua Island, and wanted to find a place with relatively abundant aura. For this reason, he traveled all over the mountains in Ping'an County, and found this cave by chance. A piece of spiritual vein, but very small, no more than two feet in size, and the spiritual energy is relatively weak, so it is a bit reluctant to use it for cultivation.
Having said that, the Wang family had already searched the three counties under their control, but found nothing.
It was purely accidental that Wang Changsheng discovered this spiritual vein. The grotto where this spiritual vein was located was separated from the cave by a wall. Wang Changsheng was practicing spells in the cave and accidentally penetrated the wall. Only then did he discover this spiritual vein.
Ever since he discovered a section of spiritual veins in the cave, Wang Changsheng would control the magic weapon to chop and chop whenever he encountered a cave, but he didn't find it.
The spiritual vein is only two feet in size, the area is too small, dark and dull, it is not suitable for planting spiritual grains.
Wang Changsheng planted more than 20 black moon grasses. Black moon grasses usually grow in damp and dark caves. Five-year-old black moon grasses are used to make blank talisman papers. The Wang family planted a lot of black moon grasses.
The environment of the grotto is far from humid, but Wang Changsheng deliberately dug out a pool of three or four feet in size to create a humid environment.
Every other month, Wang Changsheng would come here to water the Black Moon Grass.
This time, the smile on Wang Changsheng's face froze as soon as he entered the grotto.
More than twenty black moon grasses disappeared, and there was no water in the pool.
In the past three years, the water in the pool has not dried up, and it is impossible for the pool to dry up if it does not come for a month.
Wang Changsheng walked quickly to the side of the pool, and carefully discovered that there was a watermelon-sized hole at the bottom of the pool.
Obviously, the water in the pool flowed away along this hole.
Wang Changsheng frowned when he saw the hole.
When the pool was first built, he used fossil techniques to turn the soil into stones. Logically speaking, there would be no holes. There is only one possibility. An animal dug through the pool, the water in the pool flowed away, and the animal ate it again. Black moon grass.
When Wang Changsheng thought of this, he felt a pain in the flesh, that three years of hard work had been wasted.
After thinking about it, he planned to catch the animal that ate the Black Moon Grass and kill it to vent his hatred.
Wang Changsheng took out a cloth bag from his arms, opened it, and put two sesame seed cakes on the ground.
He began to mutter words, and not long after, his body surface lit up with a dazzling blue light, and his figure blurred and disappeared.
After half an hour, a fat yellow mouse came out of the hole in the pool.
Unlike normal mice, this one has a long nose and a fat body.
It sniffed the air a few times with its nose, quickly climbed out of the pool, and rushed towards the biscuits.
While it was eating sesame seed cakes, Wang Changsheng appeared.
He raised his hand, and a golden light flew out.
Because Wang Changsheng turned his back to the yellow mouse, it didn't notice Wang Changsheng.
The golden light quickly circled the yellow mouse several times, wrapping it tightly.
The yellow mouse uttered a strange "chichi" sound and struggled endlessly.
"I didn't expect it to be a low-rank demon rat, no wonder it can dig up stones." Wang Changsheng looked happy.
There was a faint spiritual fluctuation on the yellow mouse, if Wang Changsheng hadn't been a cultivator, he wouldn't have been able to see it.
But here the aura is weak, how could there be a demon mouse!
Could it be that an ordinary mouse ate the black moon grass and was promoted to a demon mouse? Although more than 20 black moon grasses are not a small number, but the black moon grass is only three years old and does not contain much aura. An ordinary mouse eats more than 20 black moon grasses, which is not enough to be promoted to a demon mouse Bar!
Could it be that there is a bigger spiritual vein here? The demon rat's lair happened to be in the land of the spirit veins, and after a long time, it gradually became a demon rat!
Wang Changsheng thought about it carefully, and overturned this possibility. If ordinary mice could be promoted to demon mice so easily, the family would have domesticated a large number of spirit mice and sold them.
Although the spirit mouse is the lowest-level spirit beast, it is a spirit beast anyway, and it can be sold for dozens of spirit stones at least.
It seems that this spirit beast must have had some unknown chance to be promoted to Demon Rat by chance.
"Chichi!"
The yellow mouse let out strange noises, as if protesting against Wang Changsheng for tying it up.
"You ate the spirit grass I planted, and you still want me to let you go? Be my spirit beast from now on!" Wang Changsheng said with a chuckle.
Although it is only a low-grade monster mouse of the first rank, if it is sold in the market, it will cost dozens of spirit stones, but compared with the value of more than twenty black moon grasses, Wang Changsheng is still at a loss.
