The real daughter of the group pet is actually a Taoist boss

When they arrived at the small courtyard, Mr. Yu said to Chu Luo, "If the owner of the tomb doesn't want us to dig it after he comes back, then you should tell the owner of the tomb not to let the robbers in again."

The owner of the tomb doesn't feel sorry for those cultural relics, they do.

It's better to let those cultural relics be buried deep in the soil.

Chu Luo nodded.

Mr. Yu and the others live in the small courtyard of the farm next door. In the middle of the two small courtyards, there is a century-old tree.

Now the branches and leaves are luxuriant, and the crown of the tree spreads out greatly, like a big umbrella unfolded, casting a large shadow under the tree.

At this time, the leaves are not in season, and they are falling down.

Under the tree, Song Zhinan was raising his head, raising his hands high, circling in mid-air, his face was full of excitement, and he was still muttering to himself, like a madman.

Of course, these are in the eyes of others.

But in Chu Luo's eyes.

Song Zhinan was holding Song Miaomiao, and the leaves rolled down from her fingertips one by one.

Song Miaomiao laughed out loud.

And from the thick branches, a section of plain white satin skirt floated down, and with the shaking of the feet, the skirt rippled in the air, and flowers came out.

The face hidden among the trees could not be seen clearly, but her cheerful voice could be heard.

Chu Luo: "..."

Zhu Yuanze was about to leave when Chu Luo grabbed his arm.

Zhu Yuanze: "Master Chu, is there something wrong?"

Chu Luo: "Yes. I found the owner of the tomb. I may need to talk to her later, but some professional questions may need to be answered by Lao Su and the others."

Zhu Yuanze blinked.

He followed Chu Luo's eyes and looked over.

I saw Song Zhinan who was like a fool, and saw a large number of emerald green leaves falling from the branches without wind.

His mind came back to his senses in an instant, he gasped, his eyes widened.

"I...I'm going to call the teacher and them now."

Chu Luo watched Zhu Yuanze go to the small courtyard next door almost at the same time.

……

The living room in the small courtyard of the farmhouse was tidied up.

Mr. Yu and Mr. Su were sitting on wooden chairs, and Zhu Yuanze was sitting on a small stool behind them. The 1.8-meter tall man shrank into a ball, helpless and pitiful.

After Song Qianya brought the tea, she sat on the chair next to Chu Luo. Although her expression was calm, curiosity and fear were evident in her eyes.

Song Zhinan sat on the chair carelessly, with Song Miaomiao sitting on his lap.

Chu Luo looked at Mr. Yu and the others, and then at the woman sitting on another chair, "Mr. Yu, Mr. Su, do you need me to open your eyes for you to talk to her directly?"

When Lao Su heard this, he shook his head again and again.

Especially Zhu Yuanze, who was sitting in the back, shook his head to reveal an afterimage.

"Hmph. Timid."

Chu Luo: "..."

She just pretended not to hear.

Old Yu coughed and asked, "I don't know the owner of the tomb..."

Chu Luo reminded: "It's a young and beautiful girl."

Yu Lao changed his words, "I don't know the girl's last name?"

"Cheng Yuan."

Mr. Yu asked again: "Miss Cheng, I wonder if we can excavate your tomb. Because your tomb has been stolen by tomb robbers, according to the protection principles of cultural relics in our country, we should excavate your tomb to protect the inside. cultural relics."

Cheng Yuan: "You dug it, where do I live?"

Yu Lao: "..."

He looked at Chu Luo.

This is not a problem that his profession can solve.

Chu Luo asked Cheng Yuan, "Where do you want to live?"

Cheng Yuan looked at her fingers boredly, "I think it's good here now, and I don't want to change places."

Mr. Yu didn't want to force others, after all, this tomb has an owner, "Then can I trouble Miss Cheng not to let the tomb robbers in again?"

Cheng Yuan shook her head: "No. The inside of the tomb is too boring. It's interesting to have a few people come in occasionally."

Yu Lao: "..."

Mrs. Su coughed and took over the conversation, "Then Miss Cheng let us in! There are so many of us going in, and Miss Cheng won't be bored."

Cheng Yuan still shook her head, "You will be cursed if you enter the tomb. You are not bad people, if you are cursed if you enter, will it be my fault?"

She said vigilantly, "You want to harm me?"

Old Su: "..."

Yu Lao: "..."

This is really oily and salty!