I have to say, Uncle Huzi is really carefree.
Even at a time like this, he still has the heart to sleep, and in a graveyard, no less.
But I can understand Uncle Huzi's current situation.
I trapped him with the spirit-binding formation, making him circle around an area of seven or eight meters for several hours without stopping.
Saying he walked a hundred kilometers is an exaggeration, but maybe dozens of kilometers is accurate.
"Don't sleep, get up." I said sternly.
Uncle Huzi heard the seriousness in my tone and quickly opened his eyes, sitting up from the ground.
He was still sluggish.
After Uncle Huzi regained his senses, he looked around the Zhang family's ancestral graveyard, especially when he saw the workers lying on the ground.
He immediately jumped up, as if remembering something, and looked at me with a pale face, "Master, did anyone die?"
"Almost. If I had come half an hour later, I think it would have been a real tragedy, and not just one life." I wasn't exaggerating.
When I came, Zhang Yunliang had already caused one of the corpses to turn into a zombie, and his life would definitely not have been spared.
Also, the workers who were lying in the coffin would probably have their yang energy sucked dry by the corpses in the coffin.
They would have died too.
"Oh, it's all my fault. I almost caused a huge disaster!" Uncle Huzi said, slapping his thigh.
"What happened after I left?" I asked Uncle Huzi.
"When you and Miss Zhang left, you specifically told us to wait until you came back before continuing to move the graves. Everything was fine at first, everyone just sat there, but after a while, Zhang Yunliang went to the grove by himself, like he needed to go to the bathroom.
When he came back, he was like a completely different person. He told the workers to continue moving the graves. I went to stop him, saying that we had to wait for you to come back before continuing.
But Zhang Yunliang was like he was possessed. He insisted on having the workers continue working, and said he would double their wages. They are all workers who work for the Zhang family. How could they listen to an outsider like me?
And when they heard that Zhang Yunliang was doubling their wages, they completely ignored my warnings and started working with enthusiasm. I went to stop them and even had a physical altercation..."
"What happened next?" I was confused. Although these workers had a lot of strength, Uncle Huzi could definitely hold them off. I knew his skills. He could easily handle seven or eight people.
"Later, when Zhang Yunliang saw that I was angry, he made the workers stop. I didn't expect him to be using a delaying tactic. At the time, he pretended to come over to me and apologize, saying he was impulsive and that we should wait for you to come back before starting work.
When Zhang Yunliang was talking to me, I felt something was wrong with him. His facial muscles were twitching constantly, and his eyes rolled up from time to time, revealing the whites.
I thought the kid had backed down, so I relaxed my guard. But who would have thought that while I was turning around, he suddenly hit me in the back of the head with a stone, and then I passed out." Uncle Huzi said, feeling frustrated.
Hearing these words, I nodded slightly.
Things weren't as simple as I thought.
Uncle Huzi mentioned earlier that Zhang Yunliang went to the grove before telling the workers to continue moving the graves.
It's likely that Zhang Yunliang was already under control at that time, possessed by the black shadow in the grove, which is why he acted so strangely.
I never saw the black shadow's true face, nor did I know his purpose.
However, one thing I could confirm is that the person who was hiding in the grove must have a deep grudge against the Zhang family.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have risked doing something like this.
He not only wanted to kill the Zhang family, but also the workers who were working.
He was completely insane.
Although I temporarily controlled the situation here, I feel that the black shadow will definitely not give up.
While I was talking to Uncle Huzi, the sky had completely brightened, and the workers who had been lying on the ground all woke up.
I went to ask them what happened before, but they didn't remember.
They only remembered that they were moving the graves under Zhang Yunliang's instructions, digging out several coffins, and then a white mist floated up from the Zhang family's ancestral graveyard.
They all felt very sleepy and went to sleep one by one.
This whole thing was strange, and I was also a little confused.
The person who was against the Zhang family was a master.
His methods were truly mysterious and unpredictable.
At this time, Zhang Yunliang, who was lying in the Zhang family's ancestral graveyard, also woke up.
He sat alone on the ground, looking listless and silent.
I walked over to Zhang Yunliang and squatted down beside him, staring at him without blinking.
Zhang Yunliang was a little uncomfortable being stared at by me.
He said angrily, "What are you looking at me for? I don't have flowers blooming on my face."
"Do you remember what happened last night?" I asked.
"I don't remember. I was playing with my phone last night, and suddenly I heard someone calling my name from the grove next to the ancestral graveyard. I went to see what was going on. After I entered the grove, I don't remember anything else." Zhang Yunliang said nervously.
"Tell me the truth. Have you done anything wrong recently, or have you offended anyone?" I looked into his eyes.
As soon as I asked that, Zhang Yunliang's expression became flustered, his eyes dodged mine, and he said angrily, "I haven't done anything. Don't just blame everything on me. I hired you to help us move the graves. I haven't shortchanged you a penny. If you can do it, do it. If you can't, leave. Why so much nonsense?"
"Brother! How can you talk to Master Wu like that? He saved your life last night. If it weren't for Master Wu, you would have been dead last night." Zhang Yunyao came over and glared at Zhang Yunliang.
"What did he do? I don't have any memory of it. Don't blame everything on me. I'm not saying anything more. I'm going home to sleep."
With that, Zhang Yunliang got up and walked out of the Zhang family's ancestral graveyard.
I didn't stop Zhang Yunliang.
I looked at his back thoughtfully, thinking that this kid definitely has a problem.
From the moment I saw him, I felt a strong evil energy around him.
Out of everyone in the Zhang family, he was the only one with this condition.
But this guy is stubborn, refusing to say anything. I couldn't do anything about it.
After he walked a distance, I said, "Zhang Yunliang, you can keep your secrets, but I can only save you for a while. I can't save you for a lifetime. If you don't tell the truth, don't blame anyone if you are killed."