After we figured out the origin of the underworld currency, we were no longer interested in getting involved with this guy, but it was not enough to let the tiger go back to the mountain. I wrote a petition and wrote all the evil deeds clearly. As for right and wrong, it should be decided by the judge and the King of Hell.

As for whether the King of Hell is still in the underworld, there is no conflict with this matter, I am not worried at all.

"Ghost cultivator still needs physical fitness? What's going on?" I looked at Xiao Shuangshuang, a little curious.

Xiao Shuangshuang was also a little confused and shook her head and said, "It is natural for us to become ghost cultivators. I have never heard of ghosts that need to look at the five elements."

I nodded, I had never heard of it before. It seems that there are many existences in the ghost world that we do not understand.

"Go down and take a look!" I pulled Yuwei and walked towards the half-waist of the slope first. When I went down the mountain, I released Gui Ling and Xiao Yuwei and asked Gui Xiu casually.

The ghost spirit shook the two cute ponytails on its head, looked at me with a dull face, and said with a cute smile: "Big brother, ghost cultivator also depends on his physique. Only when he has all the five elements can he become a ghost spirit or a ghost general. Only when he or she and the ghost general have the chance to become a ghost king."

"So complicated?" Qin Shou was amazed at the ears, obviously he could not have thought that there were so many things to pay attention to.

We looked at Xiao Shuangshuang again, a little speechless. This girl realized her later, and even unknowingly practiced to the Ghost King. How did she cultivate this century?

Hearing our questions, Xiao Shuangshuang was also a little grateful and spread his hands and said:

"Eighty years ago, I played the piano and danced on the ghost ship. There was nothing special and I didn't know how to practice. Until I left the ghost ship twenty years ago, I had never practiced. Is it okay to eat a lot of evil ghosts during this period?"

Ren Shuai nodded with conscience. This guy had never practiced at all, and he didn't even eat ghosts. He has become so strong!

Fortunately, we are used to being hit. These guys around us, whether humans, ghosts, or zombies, have not had ordinary, all kinds of weird existences, which have already trained our hearts.

However, the ghost spirit couldn't stand it anymore. For eighty years, this guy has been constantly absorbing spiritual energy in the iron cover of the cave, and he became a ghost spirit. Every person who discovered her treats her as a treasure. Unexpectedly, compared with the two guys in front of him, he is simply a scumbag!

Xiao Yuwei was even more confused. Although she was in a ghost state, she was practicing zombie paths, ghost cultivation, etc., and she was completely confused.

While we were talking, we walked to the hillside. Sure enough, we were talking to the ghost stall owner. There were some graves of a few years old, and there were mud marks on the tombstone. It was obvious that they were blocked by the soil before, but during the Chinese New Year, they were dug out by descendants who came to worship.

"Sure enough!" Lao Zhang walked in front, checked in front of the grave for a while, and screamed excitedly.

I saw that Lao Zhang was holding Xiao Zhang's underworld coins in his hand. After more than half a month of wind and rain, although it was preserved due to the soil, it still couldn't see it very clearly. I could only vaguely see Zhang's fat face, and then smiled very obscenely.

It's indeed that kind of ghost money!

"Damn, so many!" The fat man rushed up and pulled out the piles of unburned ghost coins, all of which were printed with the fat man's avatar.

"This is an empty grave." Yuwei stomped back and forth, then frowned.

"Empty grave?" I was a little surprised. I didn't expect that this grave that seemed to be a few years old was actually an empty grave?

"Really?" The fat man did have a hand in measuring the tomb and Feng Shui, but his feelings about corpse qi are far inferior to Yu Wei.

Since it was confirmed that it was an empty tomb, there was no need for us to dig a tomb to verify it. Lao Zhang and I cleaned the tombstone and finally saw the name of the tomb owner.

Wen Qing died in 1994, male

Fortunately, the information about the children was there, so I left it to Tian Weimin on the spot and asked him to help us find Wen Qing's children, Wen Long and Wen Fang.

However, Tian Weimin has gotten off work and has not responded to the news so quickly. After carefully checking the tomb, we returned to school.

At night, the fat man's performance surprised us. Even Mei Liangxin, who always likes to argue with the fat man, began to change his mind.

Yuwei and I were naturally happy for the fat man. We were worried that it was a bit inappropriate for the fat man to learn tomb robbing with Hao Ren. Now we realize that my initial idea was too narrow. Every industry has a two-sided nature. The industry does not distinguish between high and low. Even if it is tomb robbing, isn’t there any difference between good and bad? Otherwise, how did those open and upright archaeologists come from?

We returned to Lao Zhang's dormitory and discussed it in the middle of the night, and then we all spent the middle of the night on the sofa halfway.

The next day, we received a call from Tian Weimin before we finished our breakfast.

In order to help us check information, this guy went to work early. Although many of the same name and surname are there, the names of Yi's family are still easy to find.

Wen Long, the owner of the Wenqing funeral business, is already fifty-four years old, and his sister Wen Fang, is already fifty-five years old. She is a funeral product manufacturer and her family is doing the same business!

"Tsk tsk, this family is really specialized in arts. Wen Long and Wen Fang's children are actually doing business related to funerals." The fat man looked at the information of the Wen family and was a little amazed.

When we found the Wenlong store according to the information provided by Tian Weimin, Lao Tian called again. The guy said that Wen Qing's information had been found.

What we can't imagine is that Wen Qing is not only a stonemason, but also a Feng Shui master.

I became curious about the Wen family and hung up the phone. We had already entered Wenlong's funeral. This guy is doing well and is discussing the price of Yishang service with people.

"What do you need, guests?" Wen Long walked up enthusiastically.

I smiled slightly and said, "Give me a bundle of underworld coins!"

Wen Long nodded when he heard this and took us to the yi stall. The densely packed grass paper money on it was overwhelming?

But there is nothing we want, the kind of underworld coins with a fat man's avatar, disappeared.

"These are all too ordinary." Fatty and Mei Liangxin kept looking for trouble, and Wen Long finally quietly revealed that there was a special kind of ghost currency that could achieve the wishes of the younger generation recently.

I sneered, "How could such awesome ghost coins be so amazing?"

However, Wen Long said that yesterday, this kind of money was sold out and was waiting for the manufacturer to produce it.

An hour later, in the suburbs of the new city in the northern part of the provincial capital, we found the factory of Lu Wenfang.
Chapter completed!