Bai Zhi'er turned her gaze to him.
"Old man, you're mistaken. Let me ask you, after your ancestors passed away, were they all buried on the mountain?"
The old carpenter was taken aback: "Of course, not just my ancestors, the ancestral graves of our entire village are all in one place."
Bai Zhi'er nodded her little head.
She blinked her long lashes: "Then, do so many white bones on the mountain affect its lush trees and bubbling streams?"
The old carpenter hesitated: "Of course not."
Bai Zhi'er let out a light hum.
"Then it's settled. There's no problem on the mountain, so why should digging up bones here be any different? Even if they're white bones, they were once living people."
"Before we figure out the reason, let's not consider it a bad omen. Sometimes, we need to be rational and not believe too much in ghosts and superstitions!"
The little one's logical and well-reasoned words made everyone nod repeatedly.
