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

Cheng Yuan is neither willing to close the tomb nor let the archaeological team go in to protect the cultural relics.

The two sides stalemate.

The archaeological team could only grind Cheng Yuan.

But Cheng Yuan is not a human being, they come and go without a trace, they can only sit in front of the stele and tell Cheng Yuan the importance of cultural relics.

Mr. Yu said it, and Mr. Su said it.

Occasionally, Zhu Yuanze, whose face turned pale with fear, would also be frightened, while telling about the hatred of tomb robbers in front of the stone tablet, and how many cultural relics in their country had been lost overseas.

As he spoke, Zhu Yuanze began to curse out of righteous indignation.

Every word and every word, I can't wait to greet the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the tomb robbers.

Cheng Yuan, who was watching secretly from behind a tree, "..."

She looked down at Song Miaomiao and covered her ears, "Children can't listen."

After saying that, she carried Song Miaomiao and floated back to the small farmyard where Chu Luo lived.

The environment in the small courtyard is quiet, and Chu Luo is practicing cross-legged on the back mountain.

Cheng Yuan hugged Song Miaomiao and stood not far from Chu Luo, and asked in a low voice, "Your sister seems to be very powerful!"

Song Miaomiao nodded vigorously, "It's very powerful."

She counted with her fingers, what changed her fate, what caught the villain who killed his wife, what stole the bones from the ancestral grave...

Cheng Yuan's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she exclaimed, "It's so exciting, so lively!"

After speaking, she sighed.

Song Miaomiao asked puzzledly, "Sister, why are you unhappy?"

Cheng Yuan glanced at Song Miaomiao enviously, then reached out to rub her hair, "You don't understand."

"You want to leave the cemetery." A deep voice came suddenly.

Cheng Yuan turned her head immediately, and saw a slender man walking... floating over, the ethereal and translucent soul body could not conceal the tough aura around him.

Cheng Yuan has been in the ancient tomb for thousands of years and has seen many ghosts.

Her own practice is not bad.

But when he saw the upright soul in front of him, he subconsciously took a step back vigilantly.

This is the natural crisis perception ability from ghosts.

"Big brother!" Song Miaomiao flew up to Huo Xiaoming, "Where have you been these few days?"

Huo Xiaoming: "Go find someone."

Song Miaomiao looked in Chu Luo's direction anxiously, lowered her voice, "Sister Luo Luo told you not to run around, be careful that Sister Luo Luo gets angry."

Huo Xiaoming: "..."

He glanced at Chu Luo, feeling a little guilty for no reason.

Seeing that Song Miaomiao and Huo Xiaoming were making out, Cheng Yuan also came over and looked up and down at the handsome man in front of him.

"Looking at the Qiao, the green bamboos are green. There are bandits and gentlemen, who are as beautiful as ears, and as good as stars."

She whispered something.

Song Miaomiao looked at her suspiciously, her big eyes filled with doubts.

Huo Xiaoming also glanced at her lightly.

Cheng Yuan dared to admire and praise the man secretly, but she didn't dare to say it under Huo Xiaoming's gaze, and just laughed dryly twice.

Huo Xiaoming just pretended not to hear the words just now, "You want to leave the cemetery."

He said this again in affirmative tone.

A gust of wind blows, the leaves rustle, and spots of sunlight pass through their souls.

Cheng Yuan raised her head slightly and looked directly at the sun.

She can't feel the temperature, can't feel the glare.

As a ghost, a ghost that has lived for thousands of years.

She can't feel anything.

The sun, the breeze, and the rain have nothing to do with her.

Cheng Yuan's face was full of disappointment, and she smiled bitterly, "So what do I think? Can I still leave?"

Huo Xiaoming: "Why not?"

He raised his chin, and raised his tone unobtrusively, "She can do it."

Song Miaomiao nodded vigorously, "Yes, Sister Luoluo is very powerful."

Cheng Yuan still had a wry smile on her face, she slowly shook her head, "Impossible, no one can do it."

Chu Luo, who had been closing her eyes all the time, opened her eyes, and she sat up from the ground, "I can."

Cheng Yuan pointed to the stone tablet in her cemetery, "Did you see that stone tablet? It has runes written by a Taoist with profound Taoism."

Chu Luo nodded, "I know, the sleepy spirit rune."

Cheng Yuan: "..."

After so many years, it was the first time she knew that this rune actually had a name.