"Okay, that's what you wrote. Come and take Shen Shizi to the Ministry of Punishments." As Yan Yan said this, he was about to go out and call for people to take Shen Beizhu away.
"Auntie, auntie." Shen Beizhu quickly stopped Yan Yan.
"Did you really write this? Have you been to Wutou Mountain?"
Shen Beizhu shook his head fiercely, "It's not me! I don't know what Wutoushan is, but the handwriting does look like mine."
"Could it be that like Mrs. Jingmei, you either lost your memory or had your soul changed?" Yan Yan looked at him suspiciously.
Shen Beizhu touched his chin, "Probably not. I remember everything from childhood to adulthood."
Yan Yan: "..." She would rather Shen Beizhu's memory was really missing.
If he is so sure, the suspicion on him will increase.
Yan Yan scratched his head irritably.
Forget it, this matter is over.
She pretended that she didn't know about the suspicion on Shen Beizhu.
This is her good grandson, and she must protect him no matter what.
But if she were to discover something strange about Shen Beizhu again, she couldn't guarantee that she would teach this boy a lesson.
"Where is this Wutou Mountain?" Shen Beizhu asked in confusion, "The name of this mountain is so unlucky."
"It turns out that the method of resurrecting the soul comes from Wutou Mountain, now we are in trouble." Qingyu frowned.
Yan Yan held Xiao Bai Zhu and stood aside with a cute expression on his face, listening to the two of them talking.
Xiao Bai Zhu was about to look up at Yan Yan when she wrapped her hand around his face and made him look forward.
"It is rumored that there is a mountain king in Wutou Mountain, a thousand-year-old ghost king. People who go to Wutou Mountain never come back. We in the Yin and Yang Realm are even ordered not to approach Wutou Mountain." Qingyu said in a deep voice.
Shen Beizhu took a breath of cold air, "Then how did Jinglan get the method of resurrecting the soul from Wutou Mountain?"
Qingyu: "I went down to the town at the foot of Wutou Mountain before and found that the thousand-year-old ghost king had disappeared."
Shen Beizhu: "How long ago? Can it be twenty years? Jinglan died twenty years ago."
Qingyu pondered, "Then it seems that I have to go to Wutou Mountain again. This trip may lead to a return or not."
Shen Beizhu was shocked, "Forget it, now that Mrs. Jingmei's soul is back, there are some things that you don't really need to know."
"Yes, yes." Yan Yan agreed with a smile.
If Qingyu goes to Wutou Mountain, he will definitely find the giant dead tree, and he will definitely know that the tree branch that traps Mrs. Jingmei's soul is the tree on Wutou Mountain.
She said that dead trees and branches were from her hometown.
Qingyu has almost guessed her identity. If she goes to Wutou Mountain, she might guess that she is the thousand-year-old ghost king.
Seeing that Qingyu still looked determined to go to Wutou Mountain, Yan Yan sighed quietly in his heart.
"I want to go back to Qingyun Mountain."
Yan Yan was surprised, "You're not going to Wutou Mountain?"
Qingyu said in a deep voice, "I want to go back to Qingyun Mountain to ask Master for instructions."
Yan Yan: "...Okay."
I originally thought that the investigation was on Shen Beizhu's head, so it would be better to do it first, but it was on her own head.
Seeing this, Xiao Bai Zhu was frustrated and took the opportunity to say, "Then let's go back to the underworld first?"
"No!" Yan Yan was shocked, "I haven't seen the peach tree spirit playing tricks on me yet."
Hearing this, the veins on Xiao Bai Zhu's forehead popped out.
In the end, he had no choice but to follow Yan Yan and wait for the peach tree spirit to appear.
But, why does his right eyelid keep twitching?
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Mrs. Jingmei does not recognize Mr. Lu and is even alienated from Mr. Lu. As for what will happen to them in the future, Yan Yan doesn't want to know.
She just wanted to see Peach Tree Spirit at this moment.
It would be best to take revenge on Peach Tree Spirit for playing tricks on her.
Just like this moment, she was standing under the peach blossom tree holding a torch, while all the embroiderers in the brocade weaving workshop were already asleep.
No one could stop her from burning the peach blossom tree.