When I heard what Uncle San said, I felt cold all over, because I really couldn't imagine that a grave could have such a terrible impact on a living person. He would not even know how he died.

Uncle San took off the talisman, cut the ink line, and opened the coffin lid. He was shocked to see a set of clothes neatly placed in the coffin . The difference from the life base was that a layer of black cloth covered the head of the clothes. This was probably the reason why Oli's vision was impaired.

Uncle San sighed and said, "Open the coffin."

"What happens after the coffin is opened?" I asked.

"As long as we burn this coffin, even if we break the kowtow grave method, Ouli will be fine."

So we dug out the coffin from the grave, opened the clothes, and found a piece of paper with Ou Li's birth date , a bunch of hair, and a smoked cigarette butt. Uncle San said that the purpose of the cigarette butt was to be stained with Ou Li's saliva.

It took several twists and turns, but the matter was finally settled. The next day, Wang Gui invited us to dinner, during which he told us the decision of the villagers. Everyone agreed to spend money to repair the grave, because it was Wang Gui who said it, and with his prestige in the village, the villagers dared not disobey such words.

The next step was to do the accounting. There were a total of 96 ancestral graves of villagers in the old grave area. Even if we tried to save as much as possible, it would cost more than 2 million to relocate them. With the addition of some auxiliary methods such as feng shui, Laolong Village made a profit of 2.67 million from this relocation.

I was dumbfounded after doing the math. Even though I thought about how quickly my family made money, I didn't expect it to be this fast. You know, more than two million in 2008 was enough to buy a house of more than 100 square meters in the best area of Shanghai, and it took my third uncle less than half a month to make this money.

In comparison, the 50,000 yuan given by Oli is not money.

Although Chu Sen and I were just here to "come and play" this time, Uncle San still gave us 2,000 yuan each as a reward and reimbursed us for our round-trip costs. Although Chu Sen insisted on not taking it, Uncle San said that one thing is one thing and we have to take the money no matter what, otherwise he would not let Chu Sen go if he had something to do in the future.

During the meal, Uncle San asked Wang Gui a question, which was why his son said that killing the pig-slaughtering couple was doing justice. Was it true or crazy?

Wang Gui picked up the wine glass and took a big sip before saying, "Brother, to be honest with you, that policeman named Ouli did kill the wrong person. My son is a good man, not a bad guy, but I can't prove my son's innocence. Those two pig killers came down from the mountain." After saying that, he raised his head and drank another big sip of wine, and said nothing more.

We were confused by what he said, but Uncle San nodded, as if he understood.

"Outsiders would either think we're crazy or liars for what we do. Only those who have truly experienced good things would believe it's real ability. Why doesn't anyone in the village say a bad word about my son? It's because they all know that my son's death was unjust. That couple are evildoers who deserve to be killed. Unfortunately, I can't provide evidence to prove they are bad people."

Wang Gui was drunk and his words were not clear.

"It's not accurate to say they are bad people. We should say they are monsters," said Uncle San.

He slammed the table and said, "You're right. They're not just bad guys, they're fucking monsters. I don't know where these two monsters learned some weird tricks. They actually use fetal energy to raise pigs. The pigs they raise are big, fat, and fragrant. But every time a pig is sold, a pregnant woman in the village will inevitably have a miscarriage. They've been raising pigs for seven years. Just think about how many babies they've killed."

I was petrified instantly. I had only heard of unscrupulous pig dealers using catalysts to feed pigs to make them grow faster and have more meat. I never thought that there are people in this world who can use fetal gas to raise pigs. What kind of pig-raising method is this?

"Alas! It's also my son's fault that he couldn't help himself due to his youthful impetuosity. He thought that killing the evildoer was doing justice for the heavens, so he stabbed the couple with a sharp knife at night. Now I wish I had met you earlier. I used to think that my son's bad temper was natural, but now I know that it is related to the family's ancestral tomb." When he said this, tears and snot came out at the same time, and he no longer looked like an otherworldly master.

At this point, I no longer had any hatred for Wang Gui. Instead, I felt a bit more sympathy for him. I believed what he said was true, because his son had already been shot. Was there any need to lie to him?

The third uncle raised his glass and said, "I'd like to toast the second young master. He's great." Then he poured the wine on the ground.

"Thanks, brother. Honestly, I hated that policeman to death. Why was he so cruel as to send a good man to the guillotine? But today I finally figured it out. That's what he did. If you kill someone and can't come up with a legitimate reason, then you can only accept the punishment of the law. It's only natural. No wonder he's a good policeman."

"Brother, it's really amazing that you can think of this." Uncle San said sincerely.

"It's a bit of consolation, but what else could I do? Watching my son die with a real criminal, you can't imagine how it feels." At this point, he sighed deeply and said, "If I had known this would happen, I would have let him be an ordinary farmer. Even if he doesn't have much of a future, at least he can still live."

Wang Gui probably had no place to complain because he was a senior official, so when he finally caught up with his uncle, he started to "tell a painful story about the history of revolutionaries". I learned a lot from listening to him.

The meal lasted until the evening. Wang Gui was drunk and unconscious. His eldest son helped him to the hotel next door to rest. We returned under the cover of night, while Luo Jinbao stayed in the local area to prepare for the relocation of the collective ancestral tomb.

On the way, Chu Sen asked, "Uncle San, can you use fetal energy to raise pigs? What kind of magic is that?"

Uncle San said, "Actually, when people cultivate their abilities, what exactly do these abilities refer to? Ultimately, it's all about Qi. This isn't just what I said. Think about it carefully: even the masters in martial arts novels who want to break through their limits must open up their Ren and Du meridians, and this is achieved through Qi. Because the Ren and Du meridians are within the human body, only by mastering the use of Qi can one mobilize their true Qi to break through blocked blood vessels and gain ultimate power."

"The same is true for magic. Many abilities require the aid of Qi. Although Qi is invisible, it is a real substance. Fetal Qi is the most primitive form of life when it is formed, and it is also the essence. Therefore, there are indeed some evil people with ulterior motives who want to steal fetal Qi. They use evil methods to obtain the fetal Qi of pregnant women with weak birth charts, causing the death of infants in the womb. I know of at least dozens of such people. Their purpose in learning magic is to harm others. That couple is nothing more than two of these people."

I said, "Uncle San, I've been with you for a while now, why am I becoming more and more afraid of you?"

"You are a teachable child. Let alone you. The most capable one in our family is the Fifth Old Master, but he is also the one who is most afraid of people. He hasn't interacted with outsiders for many years and has stayed at home. So the greater his ability, the more he sees, and the smaller his courage becomes. At your age now, you are fearless."

"Hey, why should you be afraid of others? He is more capable than me, so I can just practice to be more capable than him." Chu Sen said disapprovingly.

"Yes, some people hold the same view as you. When someone harms you, they don't blame others, but rather their own lack of skills. Therefore, they must constantly improve their skills in order to win the next battle."

"Yes, this is my value. Which idea do you think is better?" Chu Sen said.

"I can't say for sure. Each has its own advantages, but the bottom line is, don't be reckless because of your courage, and don't be cowardly because of your timidity. That's all."

"Uncle San, I think the issues we're discussing are too serious. Let's talk about that Yin Turtle. What kind of person would ask me to buy one? I think it's very weird . That woman only wore plum blossoms for a while, and then she became less human. Who could bear to buy these two things together?"

Uncle San smiled and said, "Some people like to eat fragrant things, while others like to taste stinky things. There is always someone who is suitable to collect any thing. You are responsible for the sales. As for what happens to the things after they are sold, it has nothing to do with you."

"I'm just worried that someone might buy it by mistake and end up losing money."

"You definitely didn't make a mistake. Anyone who can shell out 80,000 yuan for a broken clay pot and a turtle must know the tricks. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to give it away. If you don't believe me, you can try it tomorrow."