With that, he rolled up his sleeves, ready to start a big fight.

However, all of a sudden, he was stunned. Looking around the grave, he asked, "Eh, where's the tombstone?"

I rolled my eyes at him and said, "In my village, only those with great moral standing and prestige would have the qualifications to erect a monument. He is a bachelor without any sons or sons, and if he is not filial, he will have no descendants.

Tang Ran embarrassedly touched his head and said, "That's not good. Without the tombstone, I wouldn't know his birthdate. This way, I won't be able to recruit souls."

I immediately felt as if I had been struck by a hammer. "You're such a disgrace, this is the first time I've seen you …"

He didn't seem to mind as he said, "No one is perfect. In fact, other than losing things, I am completely unimaginably perfect. Besides, aren't you being very careful? The two of us combined would be like a match made in heaven."

I hastily waved my hand to clarify. "You should stop. I didn't agree to go with you."

After saying this, I swiftly organized the information in my mind.

Old Wang usually had a good relationship with my father. Otherwise, the two of them wouldn't have become partners.

It was very common in the countryside, and some places were called alliance brothers. They had a better relationship than most friends, and during festivals, they would go to each other's homes to eat and drink. During the new year, they would also kowtow to the seniors of both families.

Old Wang, although he looks very old, but my father and I are of the same age, my father was a schoolmate in primary school.

And Old Wang's name was Wang Junjiu, which meant, he was born on the ninth day of the new year, and he was basically just born on his birthday.

That was because Old Wang was born on the first month of life. Those born on the first month of life were usually born on their birthday in the countryside.

Because the first month was the New Year's Eve period, there were many festivals going on one after another. The tradition in the countryside was that no one could live past the new year, so in order to win a prize, people born in the first month usually did not have a birthday.

After calculating the date, I told Tang Ran.

When Tang Ran heard that, he was stunned for a moment before he looked at me with a dumbfounded expression. "How do you know so much?"

I was a bit helpless and didn't bother to explain to him how I had thought of Old Wang's birthdate. I just urged him to hurry up and summon my soul.

With the word "birthday", he didn't hesitate any longer and took out a little grass doll.

Zaar Ere was a very ancient handicraft. He had seen it on television, but this was the first time he had seen it in real life.

He flipped the grass doll over. On its back, there was a narrow strip of yellow paper. Tang Ran held a brush with red ink on the tip and wrote a few words like a dragon or a phoenix on the grass doll's back.

His calligraphy was very good, and each of these small characters seemed to be filled with strength. It was obvious that he had put quite a lot of effort into this.

The only thing that made me depressed was that I did not recognize any of these words.

At once I asked him, "What did you write?"

Tang Ran proudly said: "Can you read the words written by the doctor when he wrote the prescription?"

This... I shook my head. "I don't understand."

"That's right, this is a job. If you understand, then what are we going to eat? If you want to know, then acknowledge me as your teacher. I can tell you that." Tang Ran chuckled as he spoke.

"Dream on." I rolled my eyes at him and said in a bad mood, "I really can't believe how all of my brain is filled with people who want to take me as their master …"

After he finished writing this, he threw the grass doll on top of the grave and began to walk around the grave in a very strange manner.

At the same time, he had just taken a few steps when he stopped. He cast me a sidelong glance and warned, "Right, no matter what happens later, don't say anything."

I was stunned before I hurriedly argued, "But didn't we want to know what happened to Old Wang? How do we ask if I didn't say anything?" Can it be that he wants me to play dumb? I've never practiced.

Tang Ran patted his chest as he said, "There's me. Why are you in such a hurry? Just watch. Go quickly, squat on the green stone platform and help me hold my ground. Whether you succeed or not will depend on this time.

After hearing that there are still things I need to do, I immediately ran over and sat on the limestone.

This bluestone looked like a tombstone lying on the ground, but there weren't any words on it, so I had to give up on this idea.

At the same time, after finishing all of this, Tang Ran was already beginning to circle around the grave. Looking at him walking around in circles as if he was taking things seriously, I felt that he might really succeed in summoning souls.

I really don't know what will happen to the familiar head of Old Wang after he appears with his soul on his head. I wipe my eyes and carefully stare at the grass doll above the grave.

At the same time, Tang Ran's Soul Summoning Ceremony seemed to have succeeded because I could see that he was walking faster and faster at this moment. From this tempo, I felt that his Soul Summoning Ceremony was about to succeed.

As I was thinking about this question, an unexpected scene occurred.

At this moment, Tang Ran's head fell on the grave and he stopped moving.

What did that mean?

When I saw this scene, I was so shocked that I immediately stood up.

Didn't you say that you would attract souls? Why was it that at such a crucial moment, his body was no longer able to hold on and he fell to the ground?

Is this a sign of being infected, or is it hypoglycemia...

I didn't dare to think too much and wanted to go over to take a look. I could imagine the warning he gave me earlier, telling me to hold my ground here. If I were to leave now, how would he blame me?

Thinking about these questions, my heart was in a mess. In the end, I forced myself to sit on the bluestone.

At this moment, when I raised my head to take a look, I didn't expect that the grass doll above the grave would have some changes to it. From the grass doll, a blurry figure walks down.

This figure looked somewhat ancient. He was hunched over as he slowly walked down step by step. His head was lowered, making it impossible for me to see his face clearly.

But even so, it didn't affect my ability to recognize this person.

That's right, he is the old head of our village!

I didn't expect that Tang Ran would really have some ability. He actually managed to summon the soul of the old head. At that moment, I seemed to have a whole new level of respect for him.

However, the problem now was that Old Wang had been summoned while Tang Ran had fainted. This had left him in an awkward situation.

Before this, he had warned me not to make a sound, because it would affect the success of the summoning.

But what should he do now? He fainted. If I don't ask him, can I just let this old man in front of me pour beans here?

Impossible, this is impossible! I kept shaking my head. At the same time, I was deciding whether or not I should get up.

Just when I was about to ask a question.

I saw Old Wang step down from the grave. At the same time, he stopped in front of the grave and slowly raised his head. His gaze was level with mine.

At this moment, his voice sounded a bit ancient as he said, "You were looking for me …"

The voice was still that of Old Wang, but there was an additional sense of vicissitudes to it.

I was about to answer.

At this moment, the sound of bells ringing came from behind Old Wang.

Ring, ring, ring, ring.

This voice was very demonic, like a child holding a bell and shaking it randomly.

When I heard this voice, I looked over in astonishment. I really wanted to see who had brought the copper bell over to make trouble at this moment.

When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to find that I knew the person who kept ringing the bell. It was none other than Tang Ran.

When I saw this sight, my eyes widened subconsciously. At the same time, I turned to look at him.

A black cloth was wrapped around Tang Ran's eyes as he stood behind Old Wang's head. He asked without moving, "Are you Old Wang's boss?"

When he spoke, his voice sounded lazy and had an inexplicable cold feeling of disdain.

After I looked at it, I felt that it was a little strange. But now, I didn't dare to say anything and just watched quietly.

Old Wang bowed and said, "Yes, it's me."

"Let me ask you, do you know Wang Xiaonian's mother?"

After hearing Tang Ran's question.

Old Wang's body involuntarily trembled. He wanted to turn his head to see who the person asking this question was, but he did not dare to turn his head at this moment. He could only clench his teeth and say, "I do."

Facing his argument.

Tang Ran continued, "Then let me ask you, is Wang Xiaonian's mother's death related to you?"

"Yes …" Old Wang lowered his head and admitted this point.

"What exactly did you do to Wang Xiaonian's mother?" Tang Ran asked.

After asking this question, Old Wang glanced at me and then said with a bit of embarrassment, "I'm afraid this isn't a good idea."

"Heh heh, what a joke. If you can do it, don't tell me you can't do it. Quickly, tell me what you've done." At the same time, the bell in his hand moved, and immediately after, a strange light flashed from within the bell. As this strange light shot out, Old Wang's body trembled, as if he was in extreme pain.