The boss is back and she doesn’t pretend to be a fake daughter anymore

A family of corpse drivers, they both drive corpses and raise corpses.

There is soil for corpses in a place where corpses are kept.

Thousand-year-old corpse soil is particularly rare because the concentration of its yin energy is most consistent with the heaviness of the underworld.

Although Yi Zan had said before that he could find anything he needed, Tu Xingzhu still wanted to see it in person to confirm whether it could be used.

The car soon drove to a valley.

After turning around the winding mountain road, what you see is not a modern village, but a row of old bamboo houses rising from the ground.

The bamboo buildings are located between black mountains and green waters, and the tallest one is seven stories high.

The lights outside the building flickered, casting a faint green light in the darkness.

Even though it was Tu Xingzhu, he was still shocked when he saw the village in front of him.

Lu Nanxing was used to it. As soon as he got off the car, he went straight to a four-story bamboo building next to the main building of the village.

"Uncle! Grandpa! Auntie! I'm back!"

The seventh cousin looked helpless as he led Tu Xingzhu into the building, where he saw Lu Nanxing being held in the arms of a nearly 90-year-old grandmother, caressing her little face.

"Xiao Nanxing, you've lost weight."

That person was exactly the aunt-in-law that Lu Nanxing had mentioned. Besides her, there were many old people sitting in the main hall. They all looked calm and composed. They should be the real elders of the Lu family.

The younger generation is developing business, while the older generation is guarding the old land.

When they saw the stranger Tu Xingzhu walk in, everyone looked at him.

The feeling of oppression was even stronger than the feeling of being watched in the town before.

Even though Tu Xingzhu had always been popular, he still had to behave himself at this moment and obediently paid his respects to the elders one by one at the instruction of his seventh cousin.

He came suddenly, but because Lu Nanxing had already informed the group on the way, the uncles and elders did not find his arrival abrupt.

The uncle looked kind and asked him,

"Your name is Tu Xingzhu, right? I heard that you are the partner of our Nanxing?"

It is not uncommon to have fellow disciples in the Xuanmen sect, and partners are closer than fellow disciples.

Since entering Taoist Academy, Tu Xingzhu's basic tasks have been to partner with Lu Nanxing, and he is a well-deserved partner.

Nod immediately,

"Yes, Lu Nanxing and I are old partners."

He spoke generously, but in the main hall, many elders who heard his words all had slightly solemn expressions, among which Lu Nanxing's grandfather had the most serious expression.

He was staring at Tu Xingzhu, his eyes seemed to want to stare a hole through him, his cloudy eyes were filled with solemnity.

"I heard that you came here to look for materials for the formation. What are you looking for?"

Tu Xingzhu originally had no intention of asking for something, but since the other party asked, he just said it directly.

"I heard from Lu Nanxing that the Lu family's ancestors had a thousand-year-old corpse-raising site. This time I came here mainly to dig up some thousand-year-old corpse soil and do some small experiments."

When Tu Xingzhu was in college, he asked Lu Nanxing to help him bring some corpse soil. Although it was not a thousand years old, it was still corpse soil, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

However, when they heard that he wanted the thousand-year-old corpse soil, all the elders in the main room looked at him.

Even the look in the eyes of the seventh cousin who had led the way earlier when he looked at Tu Xingzhu changed.

As for the old man who was asking him questions, his eyes were narrowed tightly, and his eyes were full of seriousness and depth.

"You want the thousand-year-old corpse soil?"

Tu Xingzhu had a feeling that something was not right in the atmosphere, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

After all, when Lu Nanxing came, he didn't say that the thousand-year-old corpse soil was not allowed to be dug.

But he was not blind. After thinking for two seconds, Tu Xingzhu tentatively asked, "Does it cost money?"

Judging from the serious expressions of these elders, this thousand-year-old corpse soil must not be cheap.

Tu Xingzhu has already decided to go back to Yizhan or the Security Bureau to get reimbursement.

After all, sealing the Evil Cave and liberating the Five-Colored Spirit is everyone's business.

When he mentioned money, Grandpa Lu frowned obviously and opened his mouth, as if he was about to scold him, but his uncle beside him raised his hand to stop him.

When he looked at Tu Xingzhu again, his uncle was still kind.

"You don't have to spend money, but the Millennium Corpse Soil is a secret treasure that my clan has accumulated over generations. I definitely can't just give it to you."

Tu Xingzhu heard this and was about to ask how to give it to him, but his uncle waved his hand and said,

"It's getting late. You must be tired after sitting in the car all day. You should go and rest first. As for the corpse and soil, we can talk about it tomorrow."

Tu Xingzhu was puzzled and could only look at Lu Nanxing.

The latter's baby face was a little conflicted. Just as she was about to say something, her uncle and several grandfathers looked at her with warning eyes.

Lu Nanxing had no choice but to agree with Tu Xingzhu.

He left the bamboo building and walked towards his own bamboo building with Tu Xingzhu.

Let’s prepare to settle the people down first.

Tu Xingzhu was a person who had been sold once. Looking at Lu Nanxing who was leading the way, he couldn't help but ask,

"Lu Nanxing, why are your elders acting so strangely when we mentioned the thousand-year-old corpse soil? Are you hiding something from me?"

As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something, and his face was alert.

"You didn't deliberately trick me here to be your husband, did you?"

This kind of thing has happened before.

I heard that some witchcraft families in Miaojiang have similar rules, and the corpse-driving clan sounds not much different from witchcraft.

Upon hearing this, Lu Nanxing rolled her eyes at him.

"A husband of a bandit? Are you worthy of it?"

And whispered softly,

"You're not even half as tall as my Jingjing, and you're so stingy. If I keep you here, I guess you won't even be able to take out a dowry."

Tu Xingzhu was unhappy when he heard this.

"Who do you look down on?!"

He may not have money, but you can't say it openly!

What if the God of Poverty hears it?

Lu Nanxing was used to bickering with him, so at this moment he just said a few perfunctorily.

After arranging accommodation for them, the two of them quickly washed up and went to bed.

Tu Xingzhu said that he suspected Lu Nanxing was going to sell him out, but when he really lay down on the bed, he fell asleep faster than anyone else.

I slept until early morning.

The two of them were eating the breakfast prepared by Lu's mother, and Lu Nanxing whispered to him,

"I'll take you around the village first, and then we'll sneak over to the corpse-raising ground. Don't worry, I'm familiar with that place."

The two were conspiring in a low voice when they heard a loud cough behind them.

When he turned around, he saw Grandpa Lu standing at the door, staring at Tu Xingzhu with his eyes.

Obviously, the idea was proposed by Lu Nanxing, but the way Grandpa Lu looked at Tu Xingzhu seemed that he was dissatisfied with him for teaching his child bad things.

Tu Xingzhu:...

It’s such an injustice!

I wanted to explain, but Grandpa Lu didn't listen at all. Instead, he frowned and said,

"After breakfast, go back to town with your seventh cousin and get a job."

Grandpa Lu said, looking at Tu Xingzhu,

"Thousand-year-old corpse soil is never given to outsiders easily. If you want corpse soil, you have to work for the tribe."

When Tu Xingzhu heard about working, his mind subconsciously thought of yesterday's funeral street.

I thought to myself, this job...could it be that he is asked to burn corpses or preside over funerals?

He can really do this.

He had a similar part-time job and even brought his suona with him.

Just as I was about to agree, I heard Grandpa Deer say,

"Someone from the tribe came early in the morning, asking for help - to find the body and return it."