Chen Xingran looked at the resurrection pill, and he just started saying, "Mr. Chen..."

Chen Nanshan interrupted Chen Xingran and said, "Don't call me Mr. Chen, it's too distant. Both of your surnames are Chen. Since I call you Brother Chen, you might as well call me Brother Chen, or Brother Nanshan."

Chen Xingran smiled and said, "Brother Nanshan, this resurrection pill is actually not as magical as imagined. It can at most rekindle the vitality of those who are hanging on the line of life, but it is impossible to revive the dead."

"So the effect has been reduced. No matter how effective the pill is, this is my wish. I hope you should accept it, Brother Chen."

Chen Xingran took the pill handed over by Chen Nanshan and said, "Brother Nanshan, I saved you not for your return, but I really have some use for this pill."

"You must have heard of Mr. Xia Yunwu. He was killed by this evil person, but fortunately there is still a glimmer of hope."

"This pill can help me save Mr. Xia more confidently. So, I accepted it. Thank you."

Chen Nanshan said, "What are you thanking me? You and I call me brothers, so don't say thank you again."

After Chen Xingran received the Resurrection Pill, he asked: "Brother Nanshan, the yin energy here is very heavy. Why did you run here in the middle of the night?"

Chen Nanshan looked at the mountain bag and said, "My brother was buried under a poplar tree halfway up the mountain. Today is his death day, and I come to worship him every year."

Chen Xingran looked back at Shanbao, and then said, "Brother Nanshan, although you are the fate of Shounanshan and are born with blessings, you should not pay any more respect to the person buried under the tree. He is a very evil person. Even if he dies, he will still expose his evil spirit. If you are too contaminated, although you will not have any trouble, you will implicate the people around you."

"I see."

After Chen Xingran and Chen Nanshan exchanged contact information, Chen Xingran left.

As for the man who fainted and broke his arms, he stayed and handed it over to Chen Nanshan for treatment.

After Chen Xingran left, Chen Nanshan asked the bodyguard who woke up to deal with the broken-armed man, and he took the people to the poplar tree on the mountain bag.

Logically speaking, Chen Nanshan's brother, who died, was not buried with a grand family, but was buried in a wild mountain in Jiangcheng. This is somewhat strange.

At this moment, Chen Nanshan lit three incense sticks at the poplar trees and poured a pot of wine. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly discovered something that shocked him!

At this moment, snowflakes are actually falling in the sky!

No!

This is not snowflakes, but poplar catkins!

Chen Nanshan shone the poplar tree with a flashlight, and the poplar tree actually bloomed!

The poplar catkins among the poplar flowers dance in the sky, like snow.

Poplar blossoms in March, but now it is summer. How can poplar blossom?

Chen Nanshan suddenly thought of something in his mind, that is, when his brother died, an old monk in Wutaishan once said this in front of his brother's grave:

Snow is flying in front of the grave, and blood is seen from the Chen family!

Blood is not a disaster, or a great bloodline, or a deep hatred for blood. It depends on both the will of heaven and human behavior! I can't say much about the old monk. The more the secrets of heaven are leaking, the more variables you have, you should do it yourself.

Chen Nanshan now thinks that the so-called flying snow is not snow, but poplar fluff!
Chapter completed!