My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"What?! More than one place!"

Song Zhuohai's eyes were full of shock, and his heart couldn't help shaking violently, only to feel a chill rise from the soles of his feet.

He has always thought that his home is the safest, but he did not expect that it is the most dangerous!

And for so many years, he didn't even notice it at all.

Is the enemy too clever, or is he less alert?

The expressions of the other three Song family members also changed, and they felt that they were deeply calculated by the enemy behind their backs.

And they are like being shrouded in a cage by the enemy, playing with the enemy at will.

This feeling made the Song family feel a chill in their hearts, but also felt an unprecedented shame and anger.

The enemy who was hiding behind his back actually played their Song family with applause for more than 20 years. What a terrifying means and patience!

"Yes, more than one place."

As if unaware of their shame and anger, Lu Zijia nodded and said, "Only if all those things are found and resolved, the devilish energy in this villa will be completely dissipated.

Otherwise, even if I give you more Spiritual Amulet, it will not be enough. "

Hearing this, Song Zhuohai quickly restrained his mood and said respectfully, "Then continue to trouble the master."

Lu Zijia didn't say anything more, but walked directly to the door of the villa.

Seeing Lu Zijia go out, the Song family's heart suddenly tightened, and they quickly accelerated to keep up.

That posture, as if afraid that Lu Zijia would escape.

Song Zixuan was the first to bear the brunt, standing beside Lu Zijia as a guard.

The appearance of Lu Zijia, for Song Zixuan, is a redemption, and it is also a chance to give him a 'innocence'.

Therefore, for Lu Zijia, he gave 100% high hopes and expectations.

Looking forward to unlocking the truth about his Scorpio Lone Star.

After Lu Zijia walked out of the door of the villa, she walked towards the flowerbed of the front garden.

"There is something here, dig it!"

Lu Zijia walked to the side of the flowerbed, pointed to this spot, and said to Song Zixuan.

Since Song Zixuan was standing by her side, he was willing to work for her as a coolie.

Having coolies by her side saves her from having to do it.

Song Zixuan, who was treated as a coolie, "..."

"Son, here it is."

Fang Yueqiu didn't know where, she took out a flower shovel and handed it to Song Zixuan.

Song Zixuan, "..."

Song Zixuan never imagined that one day he would become a dredger for free!

Although he complained in his heart, Song Zixuan obediently held the small shovel and dug at the position where Lu Zijia pointed.

The soil in the flowerbed was soft, and it didn't take long to dig out the contents of the soil.

"What is this?"

Song Zixuan picked up the dark piece of object he dug up, and after looking at it for a long time, he couldn't see what it was.

"The yin tree of practice."

Lu Zijia glanced at the man-shaped black block in Song Zixuan's hand, "It should be stained with things related to you, such as your blood, the eight characters of the time, etc."

The yin tree will turn black because it has been soaked in blood and buried in the soil for a long time, and it will naturally turn black.

"My birthday?"

Song Zixuan was startled, but he didn't care about getting dirty and wiped the human-shaped black patches with his sleeves.

After wiping the black block clean, Song Zixuan really saw red fonts on the black block.

"It's really your son's birthday!"

Fang Yueqiu, who came over to look at it, saw the red font on it, and her face changed suddenly.