"Uncle, you're welcome. I don't owe anything. I'm just trying my best." Ye Huang nodded and smiled.
Ye Huang looked at him calmly, but other people who had not experienced this incident looked at Ye Huang with wide eyes.
Especially Zhang Wanhong, who has been in a coma for half a year and has no idea what happened in the military competition. Now that he hears about it, he is still a little confused.
"Xiao Huang, what are you talking about? What other earth-shattering things has Xiao Zizi done? Tell me about it?"
"Old chief, Mr. Ye is amazing. What we have done in the past six months may not be possible in our lifetimes." Huang Runfa said with a smile on his face, and then told what happened in the military region competition and what happened in the latter.
Those who traveled to the Kingdom of the Sun and narrowly escaped death while performing missions spoke out.
It shocked many people around who had never heard of this incident and kept their jaws from dropping. Mr. Zhang Wanhong also felt his blood boil when he heard it.
"Little Ye Zi, you are so capable. Grandpa Zhang, I underestimated you. Even Long Yan, you went in. By the way, did you bring your medal? Open your eyes for me."
At this moment, Zhang Wanhong looked at Emperor Ye as if he were his own grandson, his eyes gleaming.
Here, Ye Huang didn't expect that he would become famous before the Yin evil started. Although he was a little speechless, he still took out the Long Yan diamond ring obediently.
Almost as soon as Ye Huang took it out, the seven or eight military generals in the room, including Zhang Wanhong and his son, all straightened up and saluted Ye Huang with extremely solemn expressions.
As long as those who hold the Longyan Medal show their medals, the Chinese military from bottom to top must stand up and salute to show respect.
"Grandpa Zhang, let's not talk about this. Uncles, please sit down. I can't stand your seriousness."
"Yes, it is a supreme honor to be able to hold the Long Yan Diamond Medal. You deserve to receive this gift."
Huang Runfa said very solemnly.
He knew very well that if Emperor Ye was not so young, this twenty-five-year-old young man would already have the rank of major general.
"Not bad, not bad, good boy. It's a pity that my old man slept for so long and didn't see the good show. What a pity." Old man Zhang said with some emotion after taking Ye Huang's Longyan diamond ring and turning it over to look at it.
"Little Ye Zi, this should be the Wucha brother you mentioned, right?"
"Hello, Mr. Zhang, I am Wucha."
Seeing Zhang Wanhong mentioning himself, Wucha also stepped forward and bowed his head.
"Are you a descendant of shamanism?"
"Yes, the 1,786th generation." Wucha nodded and answered seriously.
Shamanism has been passed down for thousands of years. From its great rise among the nomadic peoples in the north to its decline today, it has circulated among several major groups and tribes. By the time of Wucha's generation, it has already reached one thousand, seven hundred and eighty-six generations.
His shamanic heritage has been passed down for nearly two thousand years.
"One thousand seven hundred and eighty-six generations, dear, doesn't this start from the time of Qin Shihuang?"
"Yes, according to what my grandfather said, our lineage is actually much longer, but it was interrupted and repeated several times. The current recorded number is one thousand, seven hundred and eighty-six generations."
"It's rare. Little brother Laowucha is responsible for what happened today."
"Mr. Zhang, just call me Wucha."
"Haha, OK! You don't have to look so confused. You don't even understand this thing."
When Mr. Zhang said this, the others just laughed.
Mr. Zhang Wanhong didn't say anything about sending them. They were a group of people who only knew how to fight. They really didn't understand these mysterious things.
"Grandpa Zhang, I think we should look around. There will be too many people at the meeting, so it won't be easy."
It's only after nine o'clock now, and there are only so many people in this sanatorium. There will be more people in a while, and Wucha's plan to destroy the evil will inevitably be affected.
"Sure! Then it's up to you, Zetian, stay with Xiaoye and Wucha and don't let anyone disturb you."
"Don't worry, Dad."
After saying that, the three of them left the house. The smile on Wucha's originally smiling face instantly faded, and he took out a Feng Shui compass from his bag.
Although Zhang Zetian doesn't understand Feng Shui, he still believes in it. He has privately asked a Feng Shui master to see the furnishings in his home, so he naturally understands what Wu Cha is holding.
Just with the compasses those people held, it is obvious that this place is much more primitive and more responsible.
After taking out the compass, Wucha laid it flat. After the pointer swayed for a while, it pointed directly in the direction of the Yanshan Mountains, which was backed by the sanatorium.
"How about it?"
"Sure enough, I guessed right. The other party caused the evil energy in the mountain to wash away the entire valley bottom. Fortunately, it didn't last long, otherwise there wouldn't be a single living thing in the valley."
With a straight face, Wucha said seriously.
"Is it that serious?"
Zhang Zetian asked, not knowing the significance of this.
"Uncle Zhang, Wu Cha never speaks freely. If he says yes, he must be." Ye Huang believed 100% in Wu Cha.
Without agreeing to Zhang Zetian, Wu Cha took the compass and conducted exploration in different courtyards of the sanatorium, while observing the Feng Shui of the entire valley.
"It is indeed a geomantic treasure land, surrounded by mountains on three sides and facing water on one side, with yin and yang in succession. Moreover, the building of this sanatorium has also been ordered by experts. If it were not for the yin evil, it would indeed be a blessed place."
"In the past, those old men believed in these things more than people today. If you don't find a Feng Shui master to take a look, that would be weird. What do you think? Is there a way to crack it?"
"There's some trouble. We don't have enough materials." Wucha raised his head and looked at the mountain pass a few miles away, with clouds shrouding his face and his brows furrowed.
"I'll get whatever is missing," Zhang Zetian said.
"Materials are second. What I'm talking about is that if you want to solve the problem, you have to take a lot of risks. This sanatorium has actually been set up with a formation, so the evil is not serious. Look at the Beishan side. If my guess is good
, those trees won’t sprout next year.”
"What do you mean?" Zhang Zetian asked as he watched Wucha looking at the trees that were lush in summer on the entire hillside of Beishan.
"Uncle Zhang, what Wu Cha means is that those trees have been swept away by evil spirits and are all dead. How can dead things sprout?"
"Dead? There will be a lot more alive in autumn?"
"The other party did this deliberately. At first, a small amount of Yin evil flowed out. What died was the turf on the ground, followed by the shrubs, and then the pines and cypresses. The pines and cypresses are not dead now, which means that everything has not reached the worst yet."
"Sir, it's a good thing you discovered it in time, otherwise, by the time the Yin Evil rushes out of the mountain, this valley would be full of fools."
"Fool?"
"The body is affected by Yin evil spirits, which can lead to death in severe cases and dementia in mild cases." At this moment, Ye Huang's face also became extremely gloomy.
I thought it was a small matter, but this trouble feels like a big deal.
"My dear, what should I do?"
Zhang Zetian broke into a cold sweat and touched the sweat beads on his forehead and asked.
