CHAPTER 602: CHAPTER 602: THE PROPER WAY TO USE BROTHER FU CE

A few villagers exchanged glances, all feeling puzzled.

"It’s not Qingming, nor is it the Hanyi Festival. Why is he going to visit the graves at this time?"

Mole looked around and lowered his voice: "I saw him and went up to greet him."

"Who knows, Old Man Gao looked terrible and said he had a nightmare last night, dreaming that his father came back to beat him!"

The villagers were surprised: "Why beat him?"

Mole sighed: "He said it was because he didn’t look after that piece of land!"

The villagers fell into a knowing silence.

Thinking about it, what passed by last night could very well be the soul of Old Man Gao’s father?

Everyone thought about it and found it quite possible.

After all, that large piece of land had been occupied by the village chief’s son and daughter-in-law for decades, wouldn’t you be furious too?

Mole added fuel to the fire: "If I were Old Man Gao’s father, I’d come back to cause trouble too."

"After all, why should my land be occupied like that? If it were you, even your coffin lid wouldn’t hold, right?"

"I figure the village chief’s family ran off yesterday because they sensed something was wrong."

Some villagers, awakened by Mole, suddenly became unhappy.

"They ran off, leaving us in trouble! What if Old Man Gao’s father couldn’t find someone to vent his anger on and involved us?"

Mole pretended to be anxious too: "Exactly! Sigh, I’m scared too!"

Not long after.

A modestly luxurious carriage stopped at the village entrance.

Bai Zhi’er led Feng Fuce down from the carriage.

She pointed her little finger at the village: "Brother Fu Ce, it’s here!"

Feng Fuce glanced at the village with his indifferent eyes.

His thin lips moved slightly: "You wanted a bear paw from me just to thank a villager here?"

Bai Zhi’er nodded her little head repeatedly.

"It’s for Grandpa Gao. His Big Yellow helped us find Uncle General."

"Brother Fu Ce, Grandpa Gao is very pitiful. He’s bullied by a pair of bad people, so this time, you have to help properly!"

After speaking, the little one took out the ginseng she dug up yesterday from her pouch.

"This is my thank you gift for you!" she said sweetly, blinking her clear, dark eyes.

Feng Fuce glanced at the ginseng.

He wasn’t very interested, but since it was given by Bai Zhi’er, he could reluctantly accept it.

The young man accepted it and said: "Lead the way, let me see where that piece of land is."

Bai Zhi’er immediately pulled him to walk around near that piece of land.

Feng Fuce nodded: "Got it."

That night.

It should have been a time for deep sleep, yet the villagers once again heard something walking outside, making rustling noises.

They dared not open their doors to check, and the dogs in the village were as quiet as if asleep!

The bold ones peering through the windows outside could only see the night as dark as ink, with no shadows on the road.

Only the moonlit fields showed crisscrossed shadows, and the crops gently swayed with the wind.

At that moment, an eerie bird call sounded from nowhere.

They were too frightened to keep watching.

The next day.

At dawn, someone heard Mole shouting outside—

"It’s terrible, come out and see, the whole field has been flattened! Whose land is this? It’s tragic!"

The villagers hurriedly put on their clothes and rushed out to check.

Everyone ran to the fields, took a look, and said, "Isn’t this the village chief’s land?"

The field that was once filled with crops was now bare, without even a blade of grass left.

Such a large piece of land, cleaned out overnight.

If it’s said not to be done by ghosts, no one would believe it!