At this time, the weather was clear.

Wumenghasa didn't understand why Chen Jiangtao was worried. Those firewood was easy to burn, and it was easy to burn the coffin and mummies by just ignition, which was not difficult at all.

Chen Jiangtao looked at the sky from time to time and urged him to ignite the fire as soon as possible.

Wumenghaza took the tung oil fired tube, lit it, and asked a young man to light the firewood. The young man took it three times first, and the tung oil fired tube fell to the ground.

It's still the same if it was changed.

Everyone present was very surprised. Chen Jiangtao looked solemn. After thinking about it carefully, he found a burnt firewood and drew some runes on the ground, so that the person who was receiving the tung oil fire tube must stand on a complex rune to pick it up.

This time, I finally got it successfully.

Then he went to light the firewood. What's even more strange is that the firewood could not be lit. Chen Jiangtao called Jizhen and asked the village to bring a rooster as soon as possible, killing the chicken blood and spraying it onto the firewood pile, and then igniting it.

The blazing fire suddenly started to burn, and the mummy inside made a loud noise, which was burned for a long time and firewood was added several times in succession.

"Wow! Strange thing, it's raining!" Some villagers shouted.

A storm of cold wind blew out of the tomb, and there were no clouds in the sky, but it suddenly became heavy rain.

Seeing that the firewood pile was about to be extinguished, Chen Jiangtao took out the compass, determined several directions, placed a stone in one direction, raised the sledge in one direction, and the metal plow head was facing the firewood pile; several buckets were placed in one direction, and more than a dozen wooden sticks were inserted in the other direction.

The heavy rain poured down, and Wumenghasa was surprised to find that something seemed to cover the firewood. The surrounding rain was full, and the fire on the fire did not diminish.

Chen Jiangtao walked around the fire, his face turned extremely pale. He shouted to Wumenghasa: "Come here, walk around the fire, and ask others to come too."

Wumeng Hassa followed Shen Jiangtao by himself, and kept calling people to come over. Soon dozens of people walked around the fire.

These people were surprised to find that despite the heavy rain, the fire surrounding the fire was getting bigger and bigger, and finally the mummy was ignited.

The fire burned for a long time, and the people who were walking around were exhausted. Chen Jiangtao fell to the ground and looked at the mummies and coffins in the middle, and they had been burned to ashes.

Chen Jiangtao immediately lifted the shovel and put all the ashes in the middle into a large iron basin.

The heavy rain stopped abruptly, the weather was still clear, the sun was very strong, and soon the rain on the ground was dried, as if the rain had never fallen just now.

Chen Jiangtao looked at the tomb and sighed: "This is really a treasure cave with good Feng Shui, but it is really not necessary to protect the tomb in such a way as a way to harm the world, which makes people die tragically."

However, this is the case in the world. People often harm others for their own benefit.

Chen Jiangtao walked into the tomb with an iron basin, scattered most of the ashes in the basin where the coffin was just placed, and then scattered glutinous rice, soybeans, cinnabar and other things on the periphery of the ashes in turn, surrounding the ashes in circles.

The cold wind that had been surging in the tomb suddenly stopped.

"You suffered great pain during your lifetime, but after your death, you were surrendered to the ground, so let's go to peace today." Chen Jiangtao kowtowed respectfully and said, "Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil, this treasure cave is filled with corpses."

Then, Chen Jiangtao took the iron basin with a little bit of ash left and stepped back out of the tomb step by step, and then asked the villagers to dig soil to seal the tomb.

After everything was done, Chen Jiangtao and Wumenghasa and others returned to Woga Village.

As soon as he arrived at the wooden building, Anshilobu rushed over and grabbed Chen Jiangtao's collar and scolded: "You guy did a good thing, let's go, see, what have you made them!"

When I entered the wooden building, I saw that the patients who were just humming were screaming, and a few of them were even trembling all over their bodies and scratching their bodies.

The blood and black liquid were mixed with it, and it was obvious that these patients were in severe pain and it was very itchy. They obviously couldn't stand the itch and pain, so they kept scratching.

This extreme pain made several villagers foam at the mouth.

The current situation is so serious that Zimo Ayi's anesthetics are useless at all. Bimo wants to use needles, but he has no idea how to start.

"See, this is the good thing you did. Not only did their condition not improve, but it became more and more serious. Let me tell you, even if you have a few bad money, you can't afford to pay for it." Anshilobu became more and more angry as he scolded, causing him to cough a few times in the middle, while raising his hands to hit Chen Jiangtao.

Village chief Umurbo was so angry that he gasped for a while. He couldn't breathe in one breath and was almost falling down.

Seeing this, Wumeng Hassa quickly helped him up and persuaded him: "Bad, this is not the case. Chen Jiangtao does have some tricks... Well, by the way, you see, we all went to that tomb, but didn't grow dark spots like them." As he said that, Wumeng Hassa rolled up his sleeves.

Wumurbo didn't even look at it, and kept panting and rolling his eyes. What he was even more worried about was the safety of those patients. If there were so many people, what would happen if they had a few shortcomings?

Chen Jiangtao looked calm and said lightly: "I can stop their pain right now. You keep holding me, so you can only make them feel pain alive."

The people who were originally huddled over in the room to beat Chen Jiangtao all stopped abruptly.

The angry village chief was also stunned, then waved his hand: "Anshilobu! Why are you trying to catch him?"

Anshilobu angrily let go of Chen Jiangtao's hand and said angrily: "If you can stop their pain, I will eat horse manure!"

"Okay." Chen Jiangtao glanced at Wumeng Hasa: "Go and prepare a basin of horse manure for him."

Then, Chen Jiangtao carried the iron basin and walked to the patients who were screaming, grabbed the ashes left in the basin and scattered them little by little on the patients.

As soon as the ashes were scattered on the patient, the patients who were originally suffering were even more twitching.

Seeing this situation, Anshilobu even added fuel to the fire: "Look! Look, they are in more pain!"

Village chief Umurbo suddenly felt that he had been deceived again. He pointed his right hand at Chen Jiangtao, and white foam came out of his mouth, looking angry and heart-wrenching, and his whole body was almost twitching.

"Hurry up and help my dad to the next room." Seeing that the situation was uncontrollable, Umenghaza quickly helped Umurbo to the next room with a few people.

Chen Jiangtao didn't care and continued to sprinkle ashes on the patients.

Wumeng Hassa settled his father, Anshilobu brought a bamboo basket of horse manure in, and said to Wumeng Hassa: "Let's go, let's feed that guy named Chen Jiangtao to eat horse manure!"
Chapter completed!