When I heard the police's interpretation, I couldn't help but frown. How did the old lama know that King Kong Pao and I were here to help the villagers?

"Old Yu, that old toad will not live long." King Kong watched the old lama leave, and after a while, he withdrew his gaze.

"I'm called Lama, can you stop talking nonsense?" I glared at King Kong Pao helplessly. If anyone among the villagers knows Chinese, I would not have to fight against us when I heard King Kong Pao ruin the saints in his mind like this.

As we were talking, a middle-aged man who looked like a village chief walked towards us and looked up and said something to us. I hurriedly turned to look at the policeman who knew Tibetan.

"Captain Hamu asked you if you are here to help them." The police became my special translator.

Hearing this sentence, I couldn't help but complain. I had just promised Director Xie to come and take a look, but who knew that the old lama would make it difficult for him to ride a tiger. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and reply: "It was Director Xie from the police station who asked us to help everyone."

After the police finished interpreting, cheers rang among the villagers, and excitedly walked forward and surrounded us towards the village. Even the police who had been unpopular had benefited from us and were pulled into the village by the villagers.

Tibetans are very enthusiastic about hospitality. Whether you agree or not, you will start cooking and cooking tea.

We sat on the carpet of the village chief’s house, and King Kong Cannon took off his backpack and put it on the ground.

"Don't put the bag." Director Xie hurriedly said he would stop him, but it was too late. King Kong Pao had already put his backpack in the corner of the north side of the house.

The village chief and the onlookers seemed very happy to see King Kong Pao put down his backpack and said something quickly.

"What's wrong with putting a bag?" King Kong Pao was confused and stared at Director Xie with his eyes.

"You have to sleep here tonight." Director Xie smiled. It turned out that Tibetan and Mongolian people had a rule that guests would put their bags in the door and said that they would stay here tonight. They would sleep wherever the bags were placed.

"I didn't put my backpack in the toilet, what are you afraid of?" King Kong Pao didn't agree and didn't care.

After a while, the banquet was served, with most meat dishes, which were very rich, but I had nothing to eat at all.

"It's better to do serious things first and then eat." I looked up and made a suggestion. It would be so embarrassing if I could not do anything after eating someone else's meal.

After the translation, the Tibetans did not agree. In desperation, we reluctantly ate a little under the guidance of the police, and then ran out as if we were running away.

"Why do they have so many rules for eating?" King Kong Cannon was overwhelmed by the cumbersome etiquette on the dining table.

I smiled bitterly and shook my head. There were too many rules for Tibetans to eat, so I was also not used to it.

After returning to the fork in front of the highway with Director Xie and others, I waited and found that there was indeed a faint gray atmosphere coming from the bottom of the highway.

I waved my hand to signal Director Xie and a group of villagers to wait here, and walked to the side with King Kong Cannon.

"Old Niu, what do you think is below?" I asked frowned. The road in front of me used to be a small hill, but it was directly chiseled through due to construction needs. The gray atmosphere was pressed under the asphalt pavement without any bias.

"I feel that gray gas is not common, but it shouldn't be a living thing," King Kong Pao said it was not sure. Gray gas is indeed not common.

"I feel like a living creature, the earth's energy is blue, and there should be stones under the road surface. I can't see clearly further down, but I feel that there should be something alive." There are many places in the ancient Taoist technique that are not applicable today, just like the asphalt in front of me seriously hinders the use of the Qi-Viewing Art.

"Why do you dig it open first?" King Kong Pao also frowned.

"Can the road be dug at will?" I shook my head and walked back. "Old Xie, ask them if the old lama before said something was causing trouble." Although the old lama was covered in dust, I always felt that he should be a good person. You might as well listen to his judgment first.

"Guo Ri, Guo Ri..." As soon as the police officer translated, the village chief immediately answered.

"What does Guo Ri mean?" I looked at the police officer who understood Tibetan. The town where Director Xie is located is called Guo Ri Township, but I really don't know what Guo Ri means in Tibetan.

"Guo Ri means round head in Tibetan, which is an adjective." The police officer translated in a timely manner.

"Who are the dead people in their village?" I didn't dare to do it casually without finishing the detailed understanding.

"The elderly and children have died more than thirty years ago." Director Xie said this.

"More men or women?" I continued to ask.

"It's all men!" Director Xie smiled bitterly. "If there are men and women, it's not a bad person."

"Why don't they move?" King Kong Pao handed Director Xie a cigarette.

"Tibetans also respect their ancestors very much, and they are buried in the land after death. If the ancestral tomb was not here, they would have left long ago." Director Xie lit a cigarette. "It is not common for burying the sky and burying the water here."

"Old Yu, will the gray air column on your map have something to do with the gray air here?" The King Kong Cannon woke up the dreamer with a voice.

The fifth aura on the map of the cold rat left by the Chengfeng Taoist is indeed gray, and the gray aura is not common. Could it be that the thick asphalt on the road in front of you covers most of the gray air?

"Old Xie, tell you the truth. I am not sure about this situation at all." I turned to Director Xie and revealed the truth. "The current situation is likely to be hidden under this asphalt road. We cannot start unless the road is dug."

"Digging the road?" As soon as I finished speaking, Director Xie's eyes widened, "That won't work!"

"Then there is nothing I can do." I stretched out my hands and said, "You'd better come and catch people every day in the future." I said and left.

"Wait" Director Xie grabbed me and pondered for a moment, "Brother, I really can't do digging the road."

"Old Xie, unless I dig it open, I can't find anything. In fact, even if I dig the road, I'm not sure I can..."

"We police can't do it, but we can ignore it." Director Xie interrupted me, and said in a low voice to the other policemen next to me, "Wait until the evening, we will help you to guard the intersections on both sides. As for what you took them to do, I can pretend not to know."

I thought about it and finally nodded. It was indeed unrealistic to ask the police to dig the road.

"Brother, can you give me a clear idea? What's going on?" Director Xie smiled bitterly.

King Kong Cannon took the conversation first: "We suspected that something was hidden underneath. When we were building the road, we removed the hill pressing on it, so we started to die. We wanted to dig it open and see what was causing trouble."

"What does it have to do with the removal of the hills and the death of the dead?" Director Xie was confused by the King Kong Cannon.

"The aura emitted by the things below is harmful to people. If the old lama had not blocked some of them at the entrance of the village, there would probably be more than these who died." I said in a deep voice. It seems that the Buddhist monks and lamas are still much more compassionate.

"Okay, you can do it. I don't understand anyway, it's up to you." After hearing me, Director Xie turned around and whispered a few words to the policeman who understood Tibetan, leaving him behind, and turned around and wanted to leave.

"Whose forklift is the forklift?" King Kong Pao grabbed Director Xie.

"What the village hired for us..."

"Stay behind, I will drive!" King Kong spy smiled.

“…”

The forklift was finally left, and Director Xie pulled the driver and others to avoid this place of failure.

I watched them walk away and turned around to explain my intentions to the villagers. Everyone was very happy and surrounded us and returned to the village. We rested and waited for Director Xie to block the fork in the highway tonight.

In the evening, news came. King Kong Cannon and I led everyone to the village highway. The Tibetans in the village heard that we were here to help exorcise evil spirits, so they drove their own carriages to help. For a moment, people shouted on the road and neighed the horses and neighed in great excitement.

The King Kong Cannon is worthy of being a engineer squad. The large forklift is very skillful in manipulating it. In a moment, it arched the thick asphalt on the roadbed. The gray aura suddenly became much stronger.

"Old Yu, this is a forklift, not an excavator, you can only shovel this way." The King Kong Cannon turned off the forklift and jumped down.

"Old Niu, you guessed it right. This is indeed the fifth breath marked on the map." My face was solemn.

"It seems that we can't see through iron, but also smelly oil, haha," said King Kong Pao laughing. Stinky oil is the popular name for asphalt.

Since the forklift lost its function, the remaining work could only be done by people. I directed everyone to dig in an orderly manner. Seeing that the gray aura in the soil became more and more intense, because I was worried that these vicious spiritual energy would harm everyone, King Kong Gun and I jumped into the pit with Gan Jiang and Jiuyang, emitting our own spiritual energy to protect everyone.

The Tibetans are strong and are related to their own safety, so they are very efficient in their work and quickly dug out a large pit about five meters deep in square meters.

"Old Yu, do you feel that there is a living thing underneath?" Now, Jingang Pao and I don't feel the obvious aura of living thing underground.

"It's better not to live, otherwise we'll be in trouble!" I shook my head and said. If it was really a living creature, it would definitely not be a tricky thing to kill humans just by emitting the breath. The magic I practiced with the Vajra Cannon is obviously better at dealing with ghosts and ghosts.

Everyone kept shouting and was busy. In the cold winter, there were still shirtless people, which made me grin and I grin.

At midnight, we finally dug up bluestone amid the shouts of a villager.

"There is a hole below!" The King Kong Cannon and I evacuated the villagers and observed it carefully for a moment. The bluestone was formed innately and there were no traces of carving, but there was an echo coming from the impact of the pickaxe. It seemed that the cave below should be a naturally formed cave.

"How thick is the stone layer?" I looked at the King Kong Cannon. He was a engineer from the King Kong Cannon, and he was good at these.

"About twenty minutes, a small amount of ** can explode!" The King Kong Cannon lay on the ground, hammered the ground with his fist a few times, and judged the thickness of the stone layer based on the echo.

Evacuate everyone, took out a small amount of **, set a blasting point, and then climbed out like flying.

Accompanied by a slight rumbling sound, King Kong Cannon and I got up and looked forward. The stone layer at the bottom of the pit had been blown up, revealing the dark hole.

"Living?" King Kong Cannon withdrew his gaze.

"Living!" I nodded with a bitter smile. "I have to keep alive."

After the stone layer was blown up, we could truly feel the spiritual energy of living creatures in the cave.

It was windy in winter, and in a moment the turbid air in the cave was sucked away. We took out the rope and tied it to the forklift.

"Make a bigger fire, don't run around the fire." King Kong Cannon shouted at the villagers, looked at me, and slid down the rope...
Chapter completed!