Xi Huanyan slept in the dark this time. When she woke up, she only remembered that she heard the black dog barking in a daze. At this time, the sky was bright and the sun was just around the corner.

She was so hungry that she felt ache. She groped around and found the hidden buttons in the basement. She took the clay pot in the cabinet and filled some dried beans under it. After soaking it in water, she drizzled it with oil and hung it onto the fire pit.

When I touched my body, I didn’t know where to put the fire note yesterday.

She rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find the fire note, but she always felt something strange. Suddenly, a ray of light passed through her mind, the basement!

Xi Huanyan returned to the basement and stepped on the ground. The wet marks were obvious. When she reached out to wipe it, she could still leave a layer of moist powder and ash on her thumb.

This piece of land has obviously been repaired in the past one or two months. Who has done the work so roughly and not done well in waterproofing, but the mud is uneven.

Moreover, the demon caused panic. The village has always prohibited villagers from entering the mountains. How could they run here to make up the land?

Xi Huan's heart was slightly deeper and ran out of the hut, with his index finger at a right angle to his thumb, aiming at the house, with an equilateral triangle top, a square house, a skylight, a roof, a skylight, and a door in a straight line.

She calculated the distance and walked two steps forward. From this angle, she looked at the skylight and saw a picture of green face and fangs carved on the main beam in the house.

This picture is her father's signature, which her father calls her house protection picture. There is basically such a picture in the house that passed through her father's hands.

Most villagers cannot build such a house with precise margins, nor can they carve the pictures of the house protection. It is indeed made by her father.

Xi Huanyan narrowed her eyes and found that there was something small next to this picture.

She entered the room, took off a long-handled dagger on her body, tied it up with a rope, and threw it hard towards the main beam. Most of the daggers were buried in the beam!

Immediately afterwards, she climbed up the rope and rubbed the picture of the house guard. The picture was engraved smoothly and the pattern was exquisite, but it was scratched several times by someone, destroying the entire picture.

Is this person afraid of this picture?

She then moved her gaze to one side, a seven-inch square seam frame, and a protruding wooden wedge head on the left side of the frame.

Looking at its shape, she could think of its way, which was nothing more than digging a hole in the beam body, closing the wooden cover, inserting a wedge to form a dark box.

It has also been seen in recent months.

She pinched the wooden wedge head and slowly pulled it out. The lid that matched the beam fell to the ground. There was something wrapped in red cloth falling down with it.

Xi Huanyan jumped down to the ground, picked up the red cloth bag, opened it and saw that there was a stone inside, which made it cool!

She looked around with the red cloth for a while, and flames rose in her heart and stuffed it back onto the beam angrily.

Red cloth stone means to suppress evil.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that the remaining soul aura of those who are indestructible will disrupt the qi of heaven and earth and bring misfortune. In the Moheng method, there is a method of using red cloth stones to "press the pulse and suppress the evil spirit" and soothe the illegitimate ones.

It is usually used in cemeteries and buried on the top of the grave! This is to use the Hunter's House as a grave!

Damn, since she learned Moheng Law, she has never built a house or a tomb, so she only uses it to recognize the evil spirit.

This person could not learn from his home, and replaced the sun stones exposed to the sun on the top of the mountain with mixed earthy earthy ground stones. The red cloth on the side of the stone did not write the birth date of the deceased.

She wanted to see what was buried here and what was suppressed!

Xi Huanyan took out a pickaxe in the basement and smashed it to the ground with all her strength.

Generally speaking, the foundation is the top priority of a house. She once watched her father's house building process throughout the process. In order to resist the strong wind and the destruction of wild animals, the foundation usually uses the wooden pile compound method. First, dig out a pit one meter deep, rammed the soil, erect dense wooden piles, and repeatedly lay the debris and rammed earth layers.

Such a foundation is difficult to dig. If you want to make a basement, you will reserve an entrance. After one foot deep, you will start digging out a space that is at least twice as small as the house. Digging a large impact on the foundation.

The ground in the basement is not so particular, but a few layers of rammed earth are laid and a layer of three-combination soil mixed with yellow mud, lime, and gravel.

She smashed through the Sanhe soil layer, but touched the wet soil. If it were her father's supervision, there should be a solid rammed earth layer under the Sanhe soil, and it would not be such a wet and loose mud.

The ground in the basement has indeed been reopened.

Xi Huanyan suddenly didn't dare to dig any further.

Yes, why did she come to dig the ground?

Xi Huanyan filled the digging hole, pulled a sack to cover it, then left the basement, put away the dagger that pierced the beam, and then replanted the redwood trees outside, and returned to the village.

She was walking on the dirt road in a bit of dismay, and suddenly there was a sound of wind breaking in her ears. She turned around and saw Xi Cangping, who was practicing martial arts in the fence courtyard.

Xi Cangping also saw her and was stunned.

The two looked at each other, and seemed to confront each other. After a long time, Xi Cangping smiled and said, "Huanyan, have you gone down the mountain? Go into the house to sit."

She followed Xi Cangping to the house and straight to the point, "Ping Bo, you should also participate in the encirclement and suppression of the alien demons."

"..." Xi Cangping poured her a glass of water and said earnestly, "A person cannot be resurrected when he dies, so it is better to forget than to pursue it."

"I want to know the specific one."

She looked at Xi Cangping stubbornly, "Do I not have the right to know?"

"Okay." Xi Cangping also sat down, stared at his toes and pondered for a while, and said, "On that day, we had fifty-five people entering the mountain, first to go to the redwood forest. Ten people including Qiongdong were waiting for news outside the forest, and the rest entered the forest under the leadership of your mother."

"It wasn't long before we went in that we met a strange demon."

"How many?"

"First, there were seven demons, five died, and two of them ran away. We informed Qiongdong and others to send the 15 seriously injured people back to the village for treatment. While chasing the traces of the demons to the bottom of the cliff of Fengjiu, we encountered a giant demon and three small demons. Next, we will fight, but we can beat them. Their giant demon is not only three-star strength, but also breeds demons!"

Xi Cangping covered his eyes, "Even the ten people from Qiongdong who came to support later were almost all broken inside. In the end of the battle, almost all the villagers died. Your mother killed the giant demon with half of his life, but was also killed by it. In the end, the patriarch arrived and ended it. Fifty-five people, we were only alive... seven."

"So many people are dead." He murmured and repeated the sentence, his mourning filled his body, and Xi Huanyan was like a slutty bastard, interrupting him, "Xi Gaoshui? Is my mother's tomb standing?"

"......................."

Xi Huanyan looked at him, "Where is the relics."

Xi Cangping lowered his hand and sighed, "We have never moved the things in the new house."

"I said, where is the things on my mother?"

"This is all burned."

"The weapons were burned?"

"The tomb of clothes is buried."

“Where is the pendant?”

"Pendant? No pendant." Xi Cangping said immediately, "It's also in the tomb of clothes."

Xi Huanyan walked out the door and paused at the threshold, "Who are alive and came out from the wind cliff?"

"Do you care about this interesting? We don't think about it? Who would want to sacrifice so many people?" Xi Cangping suddenly got angry and roared, "You go back to the mountain, no, I'll send you up the mountain now!"

He shot out in a sturdy manner, trying to lift her back collar, but Xi Huanyan turned around suddenly, and the sword wind blew the two strands of hair hanging down his forehead, a blood line broke, and bright drops of blood slid down from the forehead and fell along the root of his nose to his cheeks.

Xi Cangping stretched out his hand, his body stiffened, his eyes were confused and he was afraid.

Xi Huanyan turned her wrist, put away the hatchet, and stepped out of the door. She walked on the mud road in the village with her back. When a villager saw her, he said something in question, and looked at her with pity.

The village is not big, and it is not a secret that she returned to the village. When Xi Qiongdong heard about it, he took Xi Qiongwan and hurried to find her in Xi Qiongzhong, but when he saw her shadow from afar, he hid and did not go there.

Xi Qiongwan recalled that night and felt more resolute in his heart. He raised his hand and made a neck wiping, "Do you want this?"

"A child cannot make waves." Xi Qiongdong said contempt, but his murderous intention was ready to move. That family was the mountain in his heart. He had looked up at it, but was too breathless by it. Now, this mountain is almost flattened by him, and he will become a mountain in the eyes of the villagers, majestic and unattainable.
Chapter completed!