Super son-in-law of female CEO

Linhai Cemetery is at most a hundred kilometers away from Pingdingshan. Because it is close to the bay, it is called Linhai Cemetery.

The people buried here are ordinary people without any status, so the location of this cemetery is relatively remote, and there is no special person to clean it. Someone only comes to clean it every few months.

The car stopped at the entrance of Linhai Cemetery, Jiang Chen looked at the dim light, he waved his hand to the monk, motioning the monk to take a look.

The monk got out of the car immediately and walked over step by step under the moonlight.

But when I probed over, there was no one there, and there was still a cup of hot tea on the table.

"Brother Chen, there is no one inside, and there are quite a few footprints at the door. Someone must have come here before us and took the gatekeeper away." The monk guessed.

"Brother Chen, look at the light above." The scholar pointed to the light of the flashlight on the mountain in the distance.

"Turn off the lights, let's go up." Jiang Chen ordered, and then walked straight down with Tiger Soul in hand.

The scholar, the monk, and the monkey followed behind Jiang Chen, while the rest scattered around, and then slowly touched up.

The lights above kept shaking, there was more than one light source, there were more than a dozen of them, as if they were looking for something.

A few minutes later, Jiang Chen was standing halfway up the mountain.

The grass here is as high as half a person, and it looks like it hasn't been cleared for several years, but above, the weeds there are taller, and many tombstones have fallen to the ground, and no one has repaired it.

"Brother Chen, do you want to go there?" The monk squatted aside and asked.

"Move quickly, control them, don't let anyone make a sound, understand?" Jiang Chen ordered.

"Just look at it." The monk smiled, and rushed over with a dagger in his hand.

The rest of the people saw the monk touching it, and they understood what the purpose was, so they followed directly.

A group of people surrounded from all directions, but those people in the middle did not know.

After dozens of seconds, everyone was under control.

When Jiang Chen walked over, he saw that the monk's arm had been cut open by a knife.

"It's okay." Jiang Chen immediately took out the golden sore medicine and applied it to the monk.

The monk bared his teeth and said, "If the old man hadn't shouted, I wouldn't have been stabbed."

The monk pointed at an old man next to him and kicked him angrily.

Jiang Chen turned his head and glanced at the old man, but saw that his eyes were dull and filled with horror.

"Are you the administrator of Linhai Cemetery?"

"Well, it's me."

"Help me find someone called Wang Hu's tomb, he was buried here." Jiang Chen said.

"Are you also looking for Wang Hu?" the old man asked in surprise.

"They are also looking for Wang Hu?"

"Yes, they came and asked me to help find Wang Hu's tomb. A knife was still on my neck, so I had no choice but to follow." The old man said slowly.

"Old man, help us find Wang Hu's tomb and you will be fine, you can leave anytime."

"Really?"

"Really, I won't lie to you, we have something to do with Wang Hu's tomb." Jiang Chen said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll take you there." The old man continued walking up the mountain as he spoke.

As for those people controlled by the monk, they had already fallen into a coma at this moment, and then they were centralized and controlled together, waiting for Jiang Chen to find Wang Hu's tomb before asking.

It was difficult to walk on the road, and because of the erosion of rainwater, many holes were cracked.

"How much longer?" Jiang Chen asked while looking at the top of the mountain next to him.

"Hurry up, hurry up, just ahead." The old man raised the flashlight in his hand and pointed to the front.

But at this moment, the scholar and monk next to him shuddered, and an inexplicable chill gushed out of their bodies.

"Brother Chen, it's still cold enough here, I feel a little cold." The monk said.

"Cool?" Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, then squatted down, held up a flashlight to check a nearby tombstone, and found that there was not only moss under the tombstone, but also a little frost.

"How could there be ice? The weather is warm right now." The scholar was puzzled.

Jiang Chen seemed to understand a little bit, then he turned around and looked forward, only to find that the old man's figure had disappeared without a trace.

"No, this is a feng shui bureau, we were all deceived." Jiang Chen shouted, and then the three of them scattered to look for the old man.

But after searching for a long time, there was no news, so the three of them could only get together.

"Brother Chen, what should we do now?" The monk turned his head and looked around, feeling extraordinarily gloomy.

"Don't worry, let's wait. Although there is a feng shui bureau here, it should not be involved too much, and it won't last long. Otherwise, people would have discovered the clues." Jiang Chen calmly analyzed.

After following Fatty and Zhou Yi'an for so long, Jiang Chen learned a little bit.

Zhou Yi'an and Shitou were not notified when they went out this time. They thought they would not encounter such a situation. Whoever could arrive first, the old man actually plotted against them.

"Brother Chen, it's getting colder and colder." The scholar shivered again, and his hands began to rub together.

Jiang Chen knew the horror of the Feng Shui Bureau, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and then took out a small bottle from his pocket.

There is a little bit of blood in the vial. This is Jiang Shan's blood. It is the blood residue that Siming took from Jiang Shan's body when he was in the land of the gods in the Qinling Mountains. Jiang Chen took a small bottle, saying that this thing is very precious, it is the blood of a witch, and told him to use it carefully. At the same time, he told Jiang Chen not to think about removing the blood again. Jiang Shan's physique is very different, and it will take a long time to heal .

Jiang Chen also knew that after coming back for so long, the scar on Jiang Shan's hand was still there, so he always took care of it carefully.

Jiang Chen didn't hesitate at all, and then opened the vial, put his finger in it, got a little blood, and then put it between the scholar's eyebrows.

As soon as he clicked on it, the scholar was shocked, and then asked in surprise: "Brother Chen, I am not cold all of a sudden, and my body is warm."

"It's fine if it's not cold." Jiang Chen said and dabbed a little blood on the monk's forehead.

The monk also got better, and even took off his coat, saying that it was a little hot.

"Brother Chen, there are footprints on that one, shall we go there?" The scholar pointed to the front not far away at this time.

Jiang Chen held up a flashlight to shine a light on it, but he didn't see any footprints.

"That's right, it shouldn't be what we left behind. There's only one row, and it's upward." The monk also spoke.

"Could it be that this witch's blood can break the feng shui pattern?" Jiang Chen muttered, and then tried to put the blood on his forehead.