Chapter 7： Thief stealing spirit grass

At this time, Wang Qingyun rushed over with more than a dozen young men, all of whom were carrying a wooden barrel, which was filled with black dog blood.

"Ninth Uncle, are you alright!" Wang Qingyun asked with concern.

Wang Changsheng shook his head and said, "It's alright, I have destroyed the ghosts. Who used to live in this house?"

"It's a businessman surnamed Yang. He raised an outhouse, but more than ten years ago, the outhouse died of illness. The businessman surnamed Yang has never come back since then, and the house has remained empty."

A young man raised his brows, sniffed a few times with his nose, with a look of disgust on his face, and said, "It stinks! What stinks so much?"

When Wang Changsheng heard the words, he also smelled the stench. The stench came from the well.

After lifting the stone on top of the well, with the help of torches, everyone saw a female corpse in the well water.

"Xiaofeng should have thrown his body into the water well after being killed, Qingyun, tomorrow morning, send someone to salvage the body, burn the body, and demolish all the houses in this courtyard, if the original owner comes back, Pay him the original price." Wang Changsheng ordered.

"Ninth Uncle, do you want to seal this well?"

"Seal it! First, use lychee wood to burn it, and check it again. All people are not allowed to plant locust trees, poplars, willows, mulberries and neems in their homes. After that, I will plant a few peach trees in the yard, and send someone to water them regularly. When the peach trees bear fruit, it is estimated that the yin will be almost gone."

Wang Qingyun nodded and said, "Yes, Ninth Uncle, my nephew will go to do it tomorrow. It's getting late. Ninth Uncle, you can go back and rest! Just leave it to your nephew to deal with it."

Wang Changsheng didn't object either, he left after exhorting a few words.

The next morning, Wang Changsheng had breakfast, and under the leadership of Wang Qiuxian, he checked from house to house, and after confirming that there was no place with heavy yin, Wang Changsheng was relieved.

At noon, Wang Qingyun brought a group of clan elders and personally sent Wang Changsheng and Wang Qiusheng out of Wangjia Town.

"Qiusheng, go back to Lotus Island first! I still have something to do, so I'll go back later." Wang Changsheng instructed.

"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 thin air under his steps, lifted him up, and flew towards the distance.

Half an hour later, Wang Changsheng appeared above a desolate mountain range.

When his tactic changed, the white cloud slowly landed in a narrow valley.

Not far from the valley, there is a cave with the height of one person and the width of two people. It looks nothing special.

After walking more than 100 zhang, the front suddenly became clear, and a cave with a size of more than 100 zhang appeared in front of Wang Changsheng.

There is nothing special about the cave, nothing grows.

Wang Changsheng came to a somewhat smooth stone wall, put his hands on the stone wall, and muttered something in his mouth. After a while, his hands lit up with a yellow light.

An astonishing scene appeared, a large amount of sediment fell from the stone wall.

It didn't take long before a hole that only one person could pass through appeared in front of him.

Wang Changsheng followed the narrow entrance to a grotto with a size of more than ten feet.

When he first came to Ping'an County, Wang Changsheng couldn't bear the weak aura of Lotus Island. He 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 veins, but very small, only two feet in size, and the spiritual energy is relatively weak, it is a bit reluctant to use it for cultivation.

Having said that, the Wang family had already investigated the three counties they controlled, but they didn't find anything.

It was purely accidental that Wang Changsheng was able to discover this spiritual meridian. The grotto where this spiritual meridian was located was separated from the cave by a wall. Wang Changsheng was practicing magic in the cave and accidentally penetrated the wall, and only then did he discover this spiritual meridian.

Ever since he discovered a piece of spiritual veins in the cave, Wang Changsheng will control the magic weapon to chop and chop when he encounters the cave, but he has never found it.

The Lingmai is only two feet in size, the area is too small, and it is dark and dull, so it is not suitable for planting Linggu.

Wang Changsheng has planted more than 20 black moon grasses. Black moon grass usually grows in damp and dark caves. The five-year-old black moon grass is the material for making blank talismans. The Wang family has planted a lot of black moon grass.

The environment of the grotto is not humid, but Wang Changsheng deliberately dug out a pool of three to 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, as soon as Wang Changsheng entered the grotto, the smile on his face froze.

More than 20 black moon grasses disappeared, and the water in the pool was gone.

For three years, the water in the pond has not dried up, and it is impossible for the pond to dry up if one month does not come.

Wang Changsheng walked quickly to the pool, and carefully discovered that there was a watermelon-sized hole at the bottom of the pool.

Obviously, the water in the pool flows down this hole.

Wang Changsheng frowned when he saw the hole.

When he built the pool, he used the fossil technique to turn the soil into stone. Logically speaking, it is impossible for a hole to appear. There is only one possibility. An animal dug through the pool, the water in the pool ran away, and the animal ate it again. Black Moon Grass.

When Wang Changsheng thought of this, he only felt a pain in the flesh. Three years of hard work was in vain.

After thinking about it, he intends to catch the animal that stole the black moon grass and kill it to vent his hatred.

Wang Changsheng took out a cloth bag from his arms, opened the cloth bag, and put two sesame cakes on the ground.

He muttered something in his mouth, and after a while, a dazzling blue light lit up on his body, and his figure blurred and disappeared.

More than half an hour later, a slightly chubby yellow mouse emerged from the hole in the pool.

Unlike ordinary mice, this mouse has a longer nose and is obese.

Its nose sniffed a few times in the air, quickly climbed out of the pool, and rushed towards the biscuits.

Just as it was eating biscuits, Wang Changsheng appeared.

He raised his hand, and a golden light flew out.

Because Wang Changsheng had his back to the yellow mouse, UU reading did not find Wang Changsheng.

Jin Guang quickly circled the yellow mouse a few times, entangling it tightly.

The yellow mouse made a strange noise of "jiji" and struggled endlessly.

"I didn't expect it to be a low-grade demon rat, no wonder it was able to dig up a stone." Wang Changsheng showed a look of joy.

The yellow mouse has faint aura fluctuations, if it wasn't for Wang Changsheng being an immortal cultivator, he wouldn't be able to see it.

However, the spiritual energy here is weak, how could there be a demon rat!

Could it be that an ordinary rat ate the black moon grass and became a demon rat? Although more than 20 black moon grass is not a small number, the black moon grass is only three years old and contains not much spiritual energy. An ordinary mouse has eaten more than 20 black moon grass, and it is not enough to be promoted to a demon rat. Bar!

Could it be that there is a larger spiritual vein here? This demon rat's lair happens to be in the land of spirit veins. Over time, it has gradually been promoted to a demon rat!

Wang Changsheng thought about it carefully, and then overturned the possibility. If ordinary mice were 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, at least it can sell dozens of spirit stones.

It seems that this spirit beast must have some unknown chance, and it was only by luck that it was promoted to the demon rat.

"Chichi!"

The yellow mouse made 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 in the future!" Wang Changsheng said with a chuckle.

Although it was only a first-order low-grade demon rat, if it was sold in the market, it would require dozens of spirit stones, but compared with the value of more than 20 black moon grasses, Wang Changsheng still lost money.

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