"The resentful corpse is so full of resentment that I can't provoke it, so it will naturally stay where it is.

If you want to cut off the spiritual barrier, you must first resolve the corpse grudge."

"What kind of grievance can generate a resentful corpse?"

“The formation of the Resentment Corpse is not that the deceased’s grievances were so great. The key point is that the deceased used his own grievances to feel the grievances of others and gathered public grievances against himself.

If you want to crack it, you have to start from the cause of death of the deceased."

"The remnant soul of the resentful corpse is in the spiritual cage. Maybe the senior can invite him to see it?"

"It's not here. The remaining souls that can enter this spiritual cage are mostly by chance."

"Thank you, senior. I'll take my leave, junior. I don't know about my companions..."

"I have sent back your companion."

"Please ask Senior to send me back."

"You can go home after you step on the bluestone bridge."

Xu Shu cupped his hands and said, "I'll say goodbye to you, junior."

Yang Shou waved his hand, and a strand of withered yellow silk fell into Xu Shu's palm, "This is a strand of hair from my withered tomb, just seal it in my mud body."

Xu Shu agreed and turned around to leave. Yang Shouyi's voice came from behind, "My friend is from Chunshen, I guess. In the south wing of the old house at No. 36, Shamao Lane, Chunshen City, I dug up three feet of earth and there is money in it."

Xu Shu was overjoyed. He was distressed by the massive bleeding in Jian'an Bang Temple, but he didn't expect Yang Shouyi to be a lucid ghost.

He turned around and was about to say thanks, but found that Yang Shou had disappeared early in the morning, and even the mansion had disappeared.

He was greatly disappointed and thought of more similar news.

With the huge information sources Yang Shouyi has at his disposal, it is not surprising that he dug up an underground gold mine.

After all, even today, wealthy people still have the habit of hiding their money underground.

Half an hour later, Xu Shu stepped onto the bluestone bridge. There was smoke in front of him and the river was surging under the bridge.

He was worried about stirring up the Qingbai River again and walked along the central axis of the Qingshi Bridge.

Halfway through the bridge, a languid figure stood in the middle of the bridge.

Xu Shu's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Yang Shou went back on his word? After taking a few steps, the figure gradually became clearer, and a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart.
Chapter completed!