"Ouch..."
Suddenly, a high-pitched wolf howl sounded in the forest.
Secretary He staggered and almost lost his axe. He was really afraid of whatever he wanted. Growing up, he was most afraid of the sound of wolves.
Seeing that the time was approaching twelve o'clock, Secretary He did not dare to neglect and continued walking forward. There was only a rugged path leading to the front, with trees and grass on both sides.
Secretary He felt a little spooky when he came during the day. When he came here at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, he felt even spookier.
What's even worse is that the place where he threw the sign is a cemetery. Thinking of this, Secretary He's legs are shaking.
"Huh, what are you afraid of? I am a materialistic atheist. There are no ghosts in this world. People are just scaring themselves." Secretary He muttered to himself in order to embolden himself.
In this way, Secretary He finally arrived at the cemetery. When he arrived, he clearly felt that the temperature seemed to have dropped by two degrees. He couldn't help but shudder and quickly tightened his coat.
The tomb in the distance is shadowy, looking like a human figure, which adds a bit of weirdness.
Secretary He took a flashlight and started looking for the spiritual tablets. Not many people came here all year round, so the tablets should still be there.
Soon, he saw the spirit tablet, lying so alone in the weeds. Secretary He was delighted. Just as he bent down to pick up the spirit tablet, he suddenly glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a figure floating behind him.
Secretary He was shocked and turned around quickly, "Who?"
There were no people behind except trees, rocks and weeds.
Secretary He scanned the surroundings with a flashlight, then bent down to pick up the wooden tablets again. Soon, he picked up all the spiritual tablets and put them in a bag. At this moment, he suddenly felt someone tapping him on the shoulder.
"Who, who...who?"
Secretary He was so surprised that he immediately threw out the flashlight, the ax fell to the ground, and the flashlight rolled down the steep slope.
With a pop, Secretary He fell to the ground and threw off his glasses. He touched them for a long time without touching them.
It is said that a scholar is useless, and today he really realized it.
Secretary He only felt that there were figures in front of him, but because he didn't have glasses, he couldn't see anything clearly. Secretary He was so frightened that he peed. Suddenly he thought of the pendant Wang Dachun gave him, so he touched his neck.
He was shocked when he touched it. There was still a pendant on his neck, but it was actually lost.
Secretary He only felt a cold body pressing against him, and then he didn't know anything else.
When he woke up again, Secretary He found himself lying in his car. He only felt that his head was very hot, he was very cold, and his body was shivering from the cold.
The car was still moving forward.
He tried to raise his head and saw Tang Wenming sitting in the cab driving the car, and Wang Dachun was sitting in the passenger seat.
Wang Dachun turned his head and glanced at Secretary He, "You wake up. Didn't I tell you not to look back no matter what sound you hear? The pendant is also lost. Fortunately we arrived in time, otherwise your life would have been lost."
Tang Wenming explained without looking back while driving: "This man has three fires on his body, one on the top of his head and one on his shoulders. These three fires are impervious to evil, and the fires on his shoulders will go out as soon as you turn your head." , it’s easy to attract dirty things.”
Wang Dachun glanced at Tang Wenming and chuckled, "I didn't expect you know a lot, brother-in-law!"
Tang Wenming waved his hand, "I'm usually more interested in this. The more I hear and see, the more I understand."
At this time, it was dark and deep outside the window, and no street lights could be seen. Secretary He said weakly: "Where are we going?"
Wang Dachun said: "It's not your business yet. If your business is not handled in time, it will affect the health of you and your wife. Now let's go to the new cemetery."
In the blink of an eye, the vehicle drove to a cemetery called Bagongshan Cemetery. It was the best cemetery in Liuhe City.
The cemetery is actually a hill. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and it has first-class feng shui. The feng shui here is not only for the deceased, but also for the living to live here.
And the prices here are also very expensive. Buying a location, a place of about one square meter, can range from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands.
The housing prices are comparable to those in the city centers of first-tier metropolitan areas.
Today, Mayor Li specially approved a place in the best location of the cemetery to place these old-timers.
Wang Dachun gave Secretary He some green liquid to drink. He felt much better, not so cold anymore, and his body was no longer shaken.
However, his body was very heavy, and it felt like he was carrying a big stone on his back, making every step difficult.
According to Wang Dachun, he was overwhelmed by those seniors, and they had to find a good house for them before they could leave.
Every step Secretary He took was difficult, leaving a series of footprints on the mountain road.
The three people carried the signs and went up the mountain. When they reached the top of the mountain, the three of them stopped.
This is almost the place with the best feng shui in Bagongshan Cemetery. It was specially approved by the city government and is located on the top of the mountain, overlooking the entire city.
If it is sold, hundreds of thousands or even millions of people will buy it. There are many poor people in this world, and there are also many rich people.
In one afternoon, not only was the concrete platform completed, but the monument was also buried, leaving only the name engraved on it.
This efficiency is really amazing.
In front of each tombstone, there is a groove for placing the spiritual tablets. Wang Dachun asked Secretary He to put the spiritual tablets into the grooves one by one, and asked him to burn incense and pray.
He himself opened an altar in front of the tombstone and performed the rituals.
Buzz!
The talisman in Wang Dachun's hand ignited spontaneously without wind. He picked up the burning talisman with his peach wood sword, walked around the table with mysterious steps, and chanted in his mouth.
Wang Dachun's practice was not as professional as Fatty's, but generally it was passable. He mainly promised that Secretary He would come to burn paper money for them every year, clean their gardens and tombs, and also ask Secretary He to apologize to them, etc.
In addition, we have chosen such a good Feng Shui location for them, so there will be no more trouble.
Strangely enough, after finishing the ritual, Secretary He's body was no longer so heavy and he gradually returned to normal.
Secretary He was finally convinced and admired Wang Dachun in his heart.
Now he finally has more respect for the world.
This is a good thing. If a person has no fear in the world, he will do things unscrupulously and he will not be far from committing a crime.
Several people burned a pile of paper money and a stick of incense on the mountain. When they returned home, Wang Qin returned to normal.
