The Mysterious Recovery of the Forgotten World

Chapter 39 Questioning
"Okay, don't say such useless words." Li Leping glanced at the impotent and furious Lu Sheng.

Lu Sheng scratched the back of his head, and said impatiently: "Then tell me, what should I do."

"What should we do?" Li Leping said, "This old man is obviously out of money. If that's the case, then you can spend money to eliminate the disaster. Give him three or five hundred, and he will appoint you as his own father."

"Me?" Lu Sheng pointed at himself in disbelief.

"Then what else?" Li Leping pretended to look around, not seeing a single passerby on the concrete road, which is not considered spacious.

Lu Sheng clutched his pocket, and said desolately: "Then why don't you give me your money? This is all my hard-earned money in exchange for my life. I have old and young, how can you bear it? Your conscience Won't it hurt?"

"I don't have any money with me." Li Leping spread his arms and said confidently.

"You don't have any money?" Lu Sheng's eyes suddenly widened, and he was furious.

When you took the golden pistol to my head, why didn't you say that you had no money?

Of course, the words in his heart dared not speak out, Lu Sheng only dared to complain with sad eyes: "Then you dared to hold a gun to my forehead just now, why don't you hold a gun to his head now?"

"Pistol to his forehead, I don't believe he can't answer every question, he must be more filial to you than your grandson."

Li Leping looked at Lu Sheng, and said very calmly: "I am kind-hearted, he is an ordinary person, he has neither offended me nor broken the law, why should I point a gun at him?"

"You are kind? Then did I offend you?" Lu Sheng's face darkened.

"No, but you are a ghost master. I don't have any good feelings for ghost masters. In addition, ghost masters themselves are unstable factors, so it's normal for me to point a gun at you."

"Okay, I don't need to lie to you, I really didn't bring a few banknotes with me when I came out this time."

Li Leping saw that the middle-aged driver in his 50s had already unloaded a batch of goods and walked out of the house at this moment. He didn't want to waste time here, so he said directly: "It's just for you to pay in advance. After the matter is over, I will give you a golden bullet as a reward."

"Deal." Lu Sheng's eyes lit up instantly.

The market price of a gold bullet is about [-], and this business is a huge profit.

The next moment, he took out his wallet from his pocket, took out 300 yuan, and then walked towards the driver. He looked like an old acquaintance, and those who didn't know thought that he and the driver in his 50s were old friends. .

But right now.

"Old Zhao! It's not good! Your grandson fell into the water!"

An old man in his 60s ran over anxiously with a cane.

Suddenly.

The old driver in his 50s was in a trance, and immediately rushed out after realizing it, without even looking at the banknote in Lu Sheng's hand.

"What's going on?! What's going on!" The driver, Lao Zhao, immediately rushed to the old man, grabbed his shoulder and asked loudly.

"It's right there, it's by the river, you, hurry up and go there." The old man looked out of breath, thinking that walking all the way was a bit overwhelming, and it was a bit difficult to speak at the moment.

Immediately, Lao Zhao's eyes turned red, and he didn't care about Sanqi 21, and ran directly in one direction.

"Shet, what do we do now?"

Lu Sheng watched Lao Zhao jump past him like this, but he couldn't stop him. Seeing that the person had disappeared, he could only look at Li Leping and said.

Li Leping gave him a look and asked him to ask the old man in his 60s what happened.

Lu Sheng understood and walked over to say hello: "Master, what happened?"

The old man glanced at him, and a look of vigilance flashed across his face, as if he didn't want to talk to him, an outsider from the village.

"Old man, we are tourists here in the city, and I want to ask what happened to the 'falling into the water' you just mentioned, and what happened?" Lu Sheng continued to ask.

"This is a matter of our village, and has nothing to do with you outsiders," the old man replied very unwelcomingly.

The corner of Lu Sheng's mouth twitched, and then he handed over the 300 yuan that he took out earlier: "Master, I had a bad attitude just now, please forgive me, you see, this is our kindness."

When the old man saw the 300 yuan, the corners of his mouth instantly raised, and then his face became stern, but the movements of his hands were extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye, the three banknotes in Lu Sheng's hand disappeared like this.

"Hehe, young man, you are being too polite. What do you want to ask? Feel free to ask, the old man will answer all your questions." Without composure, the old man just put the ticket into his pocket.

"Hiss..." Li Leping and Lu Sheng gasped.

The people in Qingshi Village are truly terrifying.

Under the foreshadowing of money and power, Lu Sheng asked directly: "Master, I'm still asking the same question just now. Just now you said that Old Zhao's grandson drowned. What's going on?"

"It's autumn, there must be no one going to swim in the river."

"Ah." The old man sighed regretfully, "This kid is playful by nature, so he went to the river to fish in groups of three or five when he had nothing to do, but something happened today, probably because he accidentally slipped into it. Well, plus the weather is cold, there will be no more people.”

"Well, that's really a pity," Lu Sheng pursed his lips, and finally decided to get straight to the point: "Then I want to ask, are there any rumors of ghosts in your Qingshi Village?"

"Haunted?" The uncle was obviously taken aback, looking at Lu Sheng as if he was looking at a fool.

But after all, the money was collected, and the uncle still replied: "It's in the wilderness, if you just wander around, you might find someone's grave. Every year, people say that it's haunted, but I've stayed here all my life. Didn’t see anything either? You young man, looking at a tall man, why do you still believe this?”

"Er..." Lu Sheng was speechless, and it was impossible to explain to the old man in detail, so he made up an excuse, "I just asked casually, and I took it as an inspiration."

With no other choice, he could only shrink back and meet Li Leping's eyes.

Li Leping looked at him helplessly, thinking that Lu Sheng was a real reckless man, how could he cut straight to the point and ask if there were any ghosts in his village?
However, Li Leping still took the baton, stepped forward and asked, "Hey, sir, has anything strange happened in Qingshi Village recently?"

"Strange thing?" The old man thought for a while, then shook his head, "I haven't heard of anything strange."

Li Leping said: "Has anyone in the village died recently, or disappeared?"

"Dead?" The old man raised his head slightly, as if recalling it carefully, then shook his head, "There hasn't been any funeral in the village recently, and if you don't count Lao Zhao's poor grandson, no one has died."

"but……"

Suddenly, the old man gasped and said, "If you want to talk about missing, it seems that there really is one."

(End of this chapter)