My master is invincible

Chapter 1736 Qi Long (37)

I didn't even think about it, so I said, "My fellow, don't worry, just speak slowly."

He looked at me gratefully, and slowly said: "Chen Baxian, it's like this. I had a strange dream last night. I dreamed that my old father who passed away came to me and scolded me for being an unfilial son. I don't know how to sympathize with his old man."

I hummed and motioned for him to continue.

That Feng Yaoming was not polite, so he started talking to me about it.

From his mouth, I learned some things, basically it was that Feng Yaoming had such a dream when he was sleeping last night.

Around midnight, Feng Yaoming woke up, sitting on the bed and sitting in a uncomfortable position. In the end, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, so he found a flashlight, and brought some yellow paper, fresh incense, candles, Yuan Bao and other things went directly to his father's grave.

What he didn't expect was that when he arrived at the grave, Feng Yaoming was so frightened that he almost walked away without turning his head.

He actually found that red liquid kept coming out of his father's grave. In his words, the liquid flowed into the dead like a faucet was turned on. In the end, the whole grave turned into a bloody grave.

What's even more evil is that it doesn't matter if it becomes a blood grave, but in the end, things keep coming out of the grave.

When he got closer, his legs went limp, and he sat down on the ground, his limbs trembling constantly.

But see, black ants came out of the blood grave. Those black ants were all black and only the size of mung beans, but the eyes of those black ants were glowing red. A lot of energy was lost in an instant.

When talking about those black ants, Feng Yaoming started to speak in knots, as if he was talking about something extremely scary.

After he finished speaking, I raised my hand towards his forehead.

This Feng Yaoming should know my occupation, so when I stretched out my hand, he didn't avoid it, but let my palm touch his forehead.

The first feeling when I started it was that his forehead was extremely cold, as if it had been covered with ice cubes.

I was not too polite, I roughly rolled his eyelids and looked, and found that there were many black threads around his two eyeballs, as if something was entangled on them.

This discovery made my heart sink like iron. I stared fixedly at Feng Yaoming without saying a word.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Feng Yaoming tremblingly said: "Chen Baxian, am I hopeless."

I took a deep breath, stopped and said: "You are fine, just go back and make some ginger soup and drink it. It's your father's grave, I'm afraid something big will happen in the future."

I say this because generally an accident on the grave of the father’s generation must indicate an accident at home.

Especially this kind of blood grave, it is a sign that something big is going to happen.

Wait, blood grave.

This made me immediately think of Mo Liang's grave, which seemed to have turned into a blood grave.

Could it be that there is no connection between these two graves.

In an instant, I immediately remembered what Daoist Qingxuanzi said last night.

He said that in the five nearby villages there will be grave accidents.

Could it be... all because the grave of the old scholar was dug?

If this is the case, apart from Mo Liang and Feng Yaoming, that is to say, there will be three more graves.

With this in mind, I couldn't care less about Feng Yaoming, and immediately raised my eyes to look in the direction of Mo Liang's grave.

Judging from the position on the mountainside of Qilong Mountain, Mo Liang's tomb seems to be in the due east.

At that moment, I quickly looked at Feng Yaoming and asked him, "Where is your father's grave?"

He thought about it for a while, and said a few words, but didn't say why.

How can I not understand, I guess he didn't even understand the direction himself.

So, I looked at Gao Lao.

To say that Mr. Gao is still powerful, when he heard it, he just glanced around and said in a deep voice, "It's in that direction."

Without even thinking about it, I followed his finger and saw that it was due south.

"Are you sure which direction it is?" I asked Gao Lao.

He hummed and said, "I was the one who carried his father's coffin back then, so I knew it very well."

Well, he has said so, and it is estimated to be true.

This made me fall into deep thought, Mo Liang's grave is in the east, and Feng Yaoming's father's grave is in the south, which means that it can basically be concluded that what Qingxuanzi said is likely to be true.

Mad, to hell.

Could it be that there are really five graves nearby that something will happen?

I took a deep breath, subconsciously glanced at Daoist Qingxuanzi, and found that he was sitting beside the coffin, as if he didn't listen to our conversation, with his eyes closed.

I looked away, and first comforted Feng Yaoming a few words, basically telling him not to worry, just go back and wait for the news, and when I fix it, I will naturally go to him.

How did he know that Feng Yaoming was unwilling to leave, so he said: "Chen Baxian, why don't you go and have a look?"

I wanted to go and have a look, but thinking that his father's grave was the same as Mo Liang's, I didn't want to go, so I said, "Don't worry, it's not just your father's grave that happened, my friend's grave is the same as Mo Liang's." Your father's grave is similar, and when I find out the reason, I will naturally solve it together."

Then Feng Yaoming seemed to want to say something, but he heard Gao Lao muttering a few words beside him, basically telling him that what I promised him would definitely be done.

This made Feng Yaoming heave a sigh of relief, he didn't say much, he just said some polite words to me, and then walked down the mountain alone.

Looking at his back, my heart is not to mention how complicated it is, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a mess.

After he left, I took a deep breath, looked at Mr. Gao, and said softly, "Mr. Gao, you should have noticed that this matter is unusual, right?"

He hummed, first looked at Daoist Qingxuanzi who was sitting on the ground, and then asked me: "Jiuzi, what are you going to do?"

I didn't just hide it from him, but told him that I haven't thought of a way yet.

Hearing what I said, Mr. Gao let out a soft oh and didn't speak.

In an instant, none of us spoke, and the whole scene fell silent, letting the warm sunshine shine on our bodies.

After a minute like this, the first thing to break the silence was Gao Lao's mobile phone.

The ringtone of his mobile phone is "The First Snow in 2002" by Dao Lang.

Soon, Gao Lao took out his mobile phone and pressed the answer button. After less than three seconds, Gao Lao hung up the mobile phone, looked at me, and said in a trembling voice: "Jiu Yazi, someone's ancestral grave appeared again. It's weird."

This time, I was already numb, so I asked him which village it was.

He didn't speak, but raised his hand and pointed to the left.

I followed where his finger was pointing, and it was due west.

This made my already tense nerves even more tense. I just felt that the whole thing had gone beyond my cognition. Just as I was about to speak, Gao Lao's cell phone rang again.

I don't know why, but I'm already afraid of Gao Lao's cell phone ringtone.

(End of this chapter)