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When I heard the words of the Falling Flower Cave Lady, my whole body went into a daze. Can the mountain god still be distributed in batches?

The one that insisted on marrying me counted as one, and now in this nursery, she can still feel the other one with a weak aura.

But one thing I can be sure of is that the one in the rearing wood absorbed the essence of the tree spirit when I planted it. Otherwise, the tree spirit wouldn't be so weak.

But since he had awoken, why did he not do anything else other than letting the Old Master Zeng commit suicide?

He still felt that he was a little sorry for Ceng Xiaoqiang and Old Master Zeng. If he did not have the Tree Spirit Seed in, the Mountain God in the Nurturing Forest would not have woken up.

Instead, he used the Mountain God's main body to nourish the seedlings and used it as a place to raise the seedlings. When he was still a little older, he moved the seedlings away, not allowing the Mountain God to absorb the essence of the plants and vegetation.

This was just like someone who had worked hard to raise a chicken or duck into a big one and was finally able to eat it.

He finally started to understand why the Mountain God would let the Old Master Zeng commit suicide.

But I don't understand how Old Master Zeng knew that the mountain god would take revenge on him, but he didn't run and instead committed suicide in the nursery.

He should have known I was dealing with these things, but he didn't let me know.

Looking at the dark sapling forest, there was not a single movement from inside. Only the police were shining in the darkness.

"Aren't you afraid?" Tian Tian had walked to my side at some point in time, and stared at the Miao Lin with me, "Didn't you say that the one inside is a Mountain God? Not the mountain god who must definitely marry you? "

I patted her head and pulled her outside. Little White hissed as it looked at the seedlings and seemed to be saying something.

In any case, I didn't understand the Snake Language, so I didn't pay any attention to him.

The Ceng Family spirit hall was already prepared, Ceng Xiaoqiang stood in the middle, dressed in his filial clothes, Old Master Zeng's corpse was already placed inside the coffin, his mother laid on the side of the coffin in white, but she did not cry, she only looked at Old Master Zeng who had changed into his birthday suit quietly, and said something in a low voice.

I walked in, took three sticks of incense, and lit them up. Ignoring Ceng Xiaoqiang's strained expression, I respectfully kowtowed three times, then inserted the incense in.

"You can go." Ceng Xiaoqiang clenched his teeth, and whispered to me: "Don't ever come back again."

"Afraid something will happen to me?" I took another three incense sticks and lit it, handing it to Tian Tian, asking her to give the old man another incense stick.

If I don't understand what Ceng Xiaoqiang means, then my life is also in vain.

Although the death of Old Master Zeng was directly related to me, he wasn't someone to vent his anger. He didn't let me ask him why the sapling was being moved from the nursery, which meant that he knew about the rearing of the sapling.

However, after what happened in Old Master Zeng, he suddenly stopped me from entering the Miao Lin. It wasn't that he hated me, but he was afraid that something would happen to me.

The reason why I married my father, Liu Kunsheng, was something that I had told Ceng Xiaoqiang before. He also knew that I was almost forcefully married to the Mountain God, so he gave me the chance to avoid the Mountain God in the seedling forest, it was for my own good.

"If you know, then go." Ceng Xiaoqiang clenched his teeth and looked at me, then growled: "This matter is not as simple as you think."

"If I'm not here, can you solve the problem?" After Tian Tian kowtowed, I took the incense from her hands and helped her insert it in.

Then, regardless of how angry Ceng Xiaoqiang was, he asked the manager: "Can you get me a set of hemp clothes?"

The manager's face changed as he looked at Ceng Xiaoqiang. Seeing that Ceng Xiaoqiang had gritted his teeth and did not say a word, he went to peek at his mother.

Madam Zeng had been looking at the Old Master Zeng in the coffin all along, but when she heard that I wanted to dress myself in mourning, a look of joy appeared on her face. She hurriedly nodded towards the manager, looked at the Old Master Zeng in the coffin and said, "You see, you don't have to worry about Xiao Qiang's matters. "She has given you filial piety as a junior, so you don't need to worry too much about it. Once you're down there, you can set your mind at rest. I —"

My hands trembled slightly as I listened to her mutter under her breath while wearing the clothes that were passed to me by the manager. I knew that she had misunderstood, but in order to reassure her, it seemed that she had misunderstood.

Ever since something happened to the Old Master Zeng, I always thought that she was unwilling to accept the old man's death.

After I put on my hemp clothes, I stood in the middle of the mourning hall with Ceng Xiaoqiang as a junior.

The workers who had received their wages in the morning and were preparing to leave had all come. Everyone's complexion was not good. It was obvious that this matter had given them too much shock.

"Don't worry about it, the office's finances are still here and my dad has already calculated the salary this morning. After everyone has finished burning incense, you can still pay. The prize money is still the same, thank you for sending my dad off." Ceng Xiaoqiang did not force them to stay. When he passed incense to the people who stayed, he arranged the arrangements calmly.

The workers looked a bit embarrassed, but they still left the mourning hall and went to the treasury in pairs. After all, two people had died on the farm, and they had all died in such a strange way.

By midnight, the only workers left were the treasurer and the overseer, and those who had paid their wages later left that very night.

The other things were either cousins or cousins that the Ceng Family came to help out themselves. They did not seem to be too familiar with Ceng Xiaoqiang, but they were just arranged by an elder cousin of Ceng Xiaoqiang's, and went about their own things step by step.

The rule here is that on the first night of the dead, we must call the Taoists to play drums all night long so that the dead can be reborn and their immediate family can watch the lamp and burn paper money.

The Old Master Zeng only has one son, and since I'm dressed in hemp, I have to pretend that I'm a junior. I will follow Ceng Xiaoqiang and burn paper in front of the coffin in the mourning hall, causing Tian Tian to be unable to endure the night and was brought to sleep by the manager's uncle. Little White sat on my waist, listening to the beating of the drum, nodding from time to time against my stomach.

Ceng Xiaoqiang's mother continued to lie on the side of the coffin, with a satisfied smile on her face, she did not move at all.

When it was past one in the morning, I was afraid that she wouldn't be able to hold on and so when she wasn't paying attention, I let Fourth Young Master only use one technique to knock her out and carry her to her bed.

Ceng Xiaoqiang watched as I played with all this, and only nodded, not trying to put on an act.

We can be considered as friends of life and death. Everyone knows that, so there is no need to say too much.

When it was 2 in the morning, the Taoist who was playing the drum was also tired. He told Ceng Xiaoqiang and I to keep an eye on the lamp for longevity and not stop to pay for it, and just went to the guest room to sleep.

Ceng Xiaoqiang and I burned paper money one by one. In fact, Ceng Xiaoqiang and I both knew that if the Old Master Zeng's spirits were taken away, the worst case scenario would be for them to be swallowed. It would be useless to burn these paper money, but we still had to burn them.

Ceng Xiaoqiang did not speak the whole time, it was as if he was silent. In the whole mourning hall, only the lamp lit up from time to time, and the sound of paper money burning was heard.

As I was burning papers in the brazier, I suddenly heard a series of crackling sounds. I turned my head to look outside and saw that the door was still open, but nothing was coming in.

When he pricked up his ears to listen again, he realized that the sound had come from the coffin of the Old Master Zeng.

This time, Ceng Xiaoqiang heard it and looked at me. Both of us stood up and walked towards Old Master Zeng's coffin.

Because there was still three days and three nights to go, Old Master Zeng's coffin had not been closed. He had only changed his birthday suit and wrapped a white silk scarf around his neck to cover his wound.

I measured it from beginning to end with Ceng Xiaoqiang, but we didn't find out where that voice came from.

Just as he was curious, Little White came out and stared at Old Master Zeng's neck.

Ceng Xiaoqiang and I looked at each other, and we immediately thought of Old Master Zeng's dead branch. He looked at me and extended his hand to pull Old Master Zeng's silk handkerchief from his neck.

"Wait a moment." Even though that branch looked normal, I knew deep down that this kind of normal thing was strong. I grabbed Ceng Xiaoqiang's hand and took out the small peach wood sword from my pocket.

He whispered to Old Master Zeng: "Although your ghost is no longer here, we have still offended you."

As he spoke, he used the small peach wood sword to slightly open the silk scarf.

Under the silk handkerchief, there was a dark hole the size of a thumb. The branch had been taken out, and the wound had obviously been treated. There wasn't much blood, but the crackling sound came from the wound.

Ceng Xiaoqiang's face was filled with anger, his eyes were sparkling like the stars, like the Milky Way in the highest heavens, yet surging with endless waves.

I tried to pick up the peach wood sword, but just as I was about to touch the Old Master Zeng's corpse, he suddenly opened his eyes, looked at me and laughed: "Dead people live, dead people live, the mountain is a god, God is a man, the River of Forgetfulness flows endlessly, the soul of the Yellow Springs wrongly appears."