Zhang Hao looked at the screaming figure running down the mountain, then was stunned, with a question mark on his face.

What's the situation?

Why did he run away screaming?

I picked up an iron pickaxe and scared it away.

Just because of this psychological quality, I came to the mountain at night, it was really...

However, he didn't think much about it. Doing serious things is the most important thing.

He picked up the iron pickaxe that fell on the ground, placed it aside, and then respectfully knelt in front of Mr. Zhao's tomb and bowed three times.

A series of things just now, including taking out tribute fruits from the basket and putting them on, are all simple rituals that are needed to take the shroud.

The incense that was inserted in front of the grave will not fade, the tribute fruit will not move randomly, and there will be no cold wind blowing, which means that the tomb owner has agreed to take the shroud.

After a while, there was no movement in the quiet forest, Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he reached out to touch the shroud in front of the grave, cut a piece of black cloth from it, and put it into the broken basket.

This broken basket is used to store shrouds and the roots of graves.

According to the records in the [Mountain Travel Record], this kind of thing has a very heavy yin energy and cannot be placed in a complete basket, nor can it be placed in a Guling basket. It must be placed with this broken basket to prevent its yin energy from dissipating.

Get the shroud done.

Zhang Hao bowed three times to Mr. Zhao's tomb, and then stood up.

After looking around, he finally set his sights on a small tree in front of the grave.

Without thinking too much, he stepped forward, pulled out the invading knife from his waist, found three inches and six parts of the small tree, and directly cut it off.

Then, the roots were thrown out with an iron pickaxe and placed them in a broken basket.

The shroud and the tree in front of the grave have been done.

Next, the most difficult ones left are the widows crying and the ashes of the ten families...

A faint sigh came from the treacherous cemetery.

Zhang Hao shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked out of the cemetery with his object.

...

When we arrived at the foot of the mountain, the old men who were enjoying the cool air had already gone home to rest, and few families in the village still had lights on.

Taking advantage of the hazy moonlight, Zhang Hao walked towards home with an iron pickaxe in one hand and a broken basket in the other.

After returning home, as soon as he stepped over the threshold and came to the yard, he saw Li Siyu put on a Hanfu pajamas, sitting outside the main hall, looking at the door, Xiaobai was lying at her feet and sleeping.

"Have you found something?" Li Siyu asked with relief.

Zhang Hao nodded: "I found it. It's so late. It's time for you to go to bed. I will go to bed immediately after I clean up."

"good."

As he said that, Li Siyu had already stood up, moved the chair into the main hall, and took Xiaobai into the house, and closed the door.

Zhang Hao didn't think much about it, and walked into the ear room with the broken basket, put down all the things, and fell on the bed, looking straight at the top, frowning.

Ten families of ashes...

The widow cried...

But there are only these two things left. As long as he gets these two things, he can go to the fox to marry and get the treasure if he has the chance.

However, how should we get these two things?

The most important thing is that the ashes of the Shijiasan must be taken when the yin energy is weak and the yang energy is first arisen, that is, between 4:00 and 6:00 in the morning.

When a widow crys, she needs to take it before the yang energy is full, that is, before 8 o'clock in the morning.

Ashes, widow tears...

Where can I get it from...

At this moment, a thought suddenly emerged from his mind.

Before he could close the thoughts in his mind, he immediately took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Brother Zhao, I remember you are going to the town to purchase goods tomorrow morning, right?"

"Yes, I have to leave at 3 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Brother Zhao, please give me a lesson tomorrow morning? I'm going to go to the town as well."

...

At 3 a.m.

Two beams of light shine on the dirt road ahead.

A van was driving on a dirt road full of potholes. Zhang Hao, who was so sleepy, sat in the passenger seat, closed his eyes and rested without saying a word.

Zhao Yuan, who was driving the car, looked at him and said nothing.

Anyway, he usually drives alone, and Zhang Hao sleeps in the car, so he just pretends that it doesn't exist.

In this way, as the bumpy section passed, I ran forward for about an hour.

"Haozi, Haozi, wake up." Zhao Yuan pushed him.

Zhang Hao slowly opened his eyes and looked straight ahead: "What's wrong, Brother Zhao."

"I'm going to the city soon. I haven't told me where you are going." Zhao Yuan said.

Zhang Hao yawned, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the road ahead. As it was not bright yet, the black bun was in the middle of winter, and he could only see some road ahead through the low beam lights.

"It's almost time to drive forward."

"Okay." Zhao Yuan twitched his mouth a few times, and did not ask again, and continued driving forward in the van.

Not long.

Zhang Hao leaned his head and looked ahead: "Here, Brother Zhao, I'll do it here."

Squeak.

Zhao Yuan stepped on the brakes and stopped steadily on the side of the road. Not far away, there seemed to be a hill with a building on it.

"Okay, thank you Brother Zhao."

Zhang Hao opened the car door, got out of the car, and walked up the road beside him.

Zhao Yuan looked at his departure back in confusion, gradually disappeared into the misty morning color, and muttered: "Where is this?"

He lowered his head and looked up through the passenger window. His pupil suddenly shrank, and his expression seemed extremely unnatural because he saw a huge street sign saying:

【Yaqian Town Funeral Home】
Chapter completed!