"Hey, Master Yang is here." As soon as he saw a few of us approaching them, the chubby Wang Xiaoji immediately ran over and winked at the bodyguard holding an umbrella for him.

Immediately, the bodyguard glanced back at the security guards holding umbrellas following him.

Several people from the security guards immediately came out and walked towards us one after another. They all held umbrellas for me to protect me from the light rain.

There was a female bodyguard among this group of bodyguards, and she happened to be holding an umbrella for me. I felt embarrassed immediately, so I thought that I could just let the female bodyguard hold an umbrella for me.

But before the words came out of my mouth, Yang Jisong seemed to know what I was going to say and tugged on my clothes.

I immediately fell silent.

"Master Yang, who is this?" Wang Xiaoji looked at me questioningly.

Yang Jisong pretended to be cold and raised his neck, and said like a proud little swan: "My friend? What? Can't you come?"

Wang Xiaoji took out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead, and said in a panic: "You can come if you can, Master Yang's friends must be extraordinary people. I can't even invite him."

"Let's go and see the tomb." Yang Jisong said.

Wang Xiaoji quickly made an invitation gesture, and then led a few of us towards the tomb of his ancestor.

As we walked among the crowd, the Taoist priests kept silently pointing at a few of us.

I looked at Yang Jisong and Yang Wei, because neither of them expressed anything, and I was just watching the excitement and didn't want to meddle in other people's business.

After walking a few steps, I looked at the tomb from a distance and felt that it looked familiar.

As I got closer, I understood why I felt this way.

Because the grave of Wang Xiaoji's ancestor turned out to be the grave of that old woman - Granny Wei.

This time, if Wang Xiaoji moved Granny Wei's grave out of this mass grave, Granny Wei would be liberated.

It's just a tomb relocation. Do we need to hire so many Taoist priests and Yin-Yang Masters?

"Boss Wang, did you say that you invited my family this time? Why are there so many people here?"

Yang Wei stood in front of the grave, waved his hand with a bored expression to stop the mourners from continuing to cry, and then turned to look at Wang Xiao Jidao.

Although it was a light rainy day, cold sweat kept breaking out on Wang Xiaoji's forehead, which made him wipe it with a handkerchief.

Wang Xiaoji gave the mourners a sum of money and sent them away.

Then he said awkwardly to Yang Wei: "To be honest, Master Yang Wei, these other masters are really not invited by me. These masters were here before I came. Because they are all masters, I don't dare to

Let them go, right?"

"Then they are already here, why did you ask me to come? Aren't those people here to help?" Yang Jisong said coldly.

Listening to their conversation, I was confused. What was going on? Could this be the rhythm of meeting a fellow traveler on the road and starting to quarrel with each other?

Wang Xiaoji's next words gave me an explanation, which was not what I thought.

Wang Xiaoji said: "How can I? Since I have invited you, Master Yang, how can I invite others? These masters are..."

"Stop being so nagging!" A slender middle-aged man with a mustache and a black tunic suit stood up, obviously extremely impatient. "We are here to stop you from moving the grave.

Yes! Anyway, my words are left here! Yin! As long as we are here today, you can't even think of moving this tomb out."

"As long as this tomb is moved, the hundreds of ghosts in the barrier will definitely take the opportunity to escape and harm people!" Another blue-robed Taoist priest also stood up.

Hearing what Mustache and the Taoist said, the expressions of everyone who came with Yang Jisong changed.

Huh? I was a little surprised. These Yang brothers seem to have a bad relationship with the Taoist priests.

And ‘the one who performs Yin’? What is that?

As soon as Mustache finished speaking, everyone in the cemetery was divided into three waves.

There was a wave of Taoist priests and Yin-Yang gentlemen, a wave of Yang Jisong's family, and a wave of Wang Xiaoji and the coolies who brought the tombs.

Wang Xiaoji is a relatively superstitious person. As long as he has some contact with gods and ghosts, he will maintain a respectful attitude toward them.

"Boss Wang, you can make your own decision. If you really want to move the grave to change your luck, then no one can stop you from moving the grave today!"

But this time, he was in trouble.

He was sandwiched between the Taoist priests and Yang Jisong, with a sad look on his face.

Yang Jisong saw his wavering and said with a cold look: "Since Boss Wang has no intention, let's leave now."

After that, Yang Jisong walked out of the mass grave without any hesitation.

The bodyguard who held the umbrella for him was also stunned and stood there, watching Yang Jisong leave.

"Go and protect the master from the rain!" Wang Xiaoji shouted angrily at the bodyguard, and then he also caught up with Yang Jisong.

Taking a handkerchief, he wiped the raindrops off Yang Jisong's body. While wiping, he said to Yang Jisong: "Master Yang, don't worry about those people. I asked you to come here today to help move the grave! You must try your best to do it well.

Our whole family is counting on this time."

"Wang Xiaoji! You can't do this!" The man with the mustache also ran over, rushed to Wang Xiaoji and said: "You will harm many people! As long as the grave is moved, the enchantment nearby will be broken! When hundreds of ghosts go out to do harm, there are

Do you know how many people will be in danger because of this?!"

When I heard it, what Mustache said made sense.

The relocation of the tomb is a major event. Since it is necessary to break the ground, the mass graves will definitely be affected. Not to mention the boundary, even the feng shui will be changed due to this.

But without thinking, Wang Xiaoji looked at Yang Jisong without looking at the mustache. He said decisively: "I'll leave it to Master Yang to move the tomb! You can arrange the manpower at your own discretion. I'll go back and wait for your news."

I thought Yang Jisong would not agree to such an unconscionable thing, but he exceeded my expectations.

I saw Yang Jisong coveting Wang Xiaoji, nodded lightly and said: "Go back and wait for my news."

"Wang Xiaoji! You..." Mustache was so angry that he was speechless for a moment.

Mr. Yin Yang and Taoist priests all around looked at Wang Xiaoji's leaving figure in disbelief. Who would have thought that Wang Xiaoji was so selfish and would rather bring misfortune to others for his own benefit.

Wang Xiaoji left, and the bodyguards who covered the rain also left, leaving only a few umbrellas.

In the entire cemetery, only the coolies, Taoist priests, Yin and Yang gentlemen, and the Yang Jisong family including myself were left.

Seeing that Wang Xiaoji had left, Mustache had no room for negotiation, so he waved his arm and said, "It's the same thing! As long as we are here today, you can't touch the Wang family's grave, let alone move it!"

As soon as these words were said, those who sided with Mustache all agreed and became hostile to Yang Jisong's family.
Chapter completed!