Whether it was instigating the villagers to cut down bamboo forests or secretly colluding with them to traffic people, there were reasons behind it all.

She was just too foolish.

It wasn't until later that I understood what the old woman meant.

Seeing a more profitable way, the villagers naturally became unwilling to endure the hardship of cutting bamboo.

The old woman couldn't set the mountain on fire, as that would be tantamount to walking into a trap. So she could only let Mengniang live.

Mengniang pretended to be crazy.

She often ran to the village entrance, trying to stop every passing car on the roadside, hoping that someone could expose Granny Si's evil deeds and reveal her crimes to the world.

After stopping Yan Jiu's car today.

That's why she ran away.

It was purely because she saw a threat in Yan Jiu, a threat ten times stronger than that of Si Po.

Especially after she saw Wan Ying's father in the car, she became even more determined not to reveal her feigned madness.

She used magic to arrive at the village entrance a little earlier, not only to warn Yan Jiu, but also to divert trouble elsewhere.

Mengniang looked indifferent: "I admit that I may have used your help. If you want to punish me, then punish me."

Yan Jiu had no intention of letting Si Po off the hook. She thought about how the manor was in dire need of manpower: "My attic and backyard have some empty space, so I'll punish you by making you give me a bamboo grove."

Mengniang was taken aback, and she was surprised, delighted and worried at the same time: "I appreciate your kindness, but I cannot leave Zhushan. Moreover, I am a demon and will only harm you."

Yan Jiu looked at She Liang: "Isn't he a demon too?"

She Liang then transformed into a snake at the opportune moment.

He also wagged his tail.

Mengniang hugged the round drum tightly in her arms and looked at Zhushan: "My husband and the others are all here."

Yan Jiu said, "The feng shui of Zhushan is not good now. I suggest you move the grave."

Mengniang: "???"

She Liang glided over to Meng Niang's side and said familiarly, "To be honest, free grave relocation is a perk for our staff. By the way, has your son been born with a soul? If you behave well, maybe the curator can ask you to meet your son in the underworld."

Mengniang seemed to have been struck by lightning. In her shock, she murmured, "Meet...meet...the curator!?"

Yan Jiu raised an eyebrow: "Let me introduce myself, Yan Jiu, the funeral home director."

She politely extended her hand to Mengniang.

Mengniang remained stunned.

She Liang urged, "Hurry up and lend a hand!"

Mengniang reached out her hand unconsciously.

By the time she realized what was happening...

She had already shaken hands with Yan Jiu.