Wu Family Sword Spirit

Chapter 76 Ominous Land
After a long time, it was getting dark. Grandpa stood up from grandma's grave, took a few lit incense sticks from the driver's hand, inserted them on several graves, and burned some paper money. Then grandpa He knelt down and said in a deep voice: "The unworthy descendants of the Wu family have come to pay homage to their ancestors. Please forgive me for being busy with official duties and not being able to come often to take care of our ancestors' tombs..."

As he said that, the old man kowtowed loudly and loudly several times. I followed behind him and kowtowed to the ancestors together.

After doing all this, grandpa stood up, glanced at several graves, and then turned back, this time towards Langtou ditch.

Our Wu family is very thin, and has always been passed down from generation to generation, so there are not many ancestors. There are only a few isolated graves, and some graves don’t even have tombstones. I only know that they are my ancestors, but who are they? Some of them are still there today. I can’t figure it out either.

This place is at least half an hour away from Langtou Valley. After the old man paid homage to his ancestors, his pace suddenly sped up a lot. I couldn't keep up as I jogged all the way. I felt that the old man didn't look like a man who was nearly seven years old. The old man who is ten years old seems to have much better physical strength than me.

Even my grandfather's driver was very good. He stayed by his side all the way. He walked so fast on such a difficult mountain road without even taking a breath.

I took a closer look at the driver just now. He seemed to be in his early 30s, with a handsome face and a resolute face. He had a short haircut and was wearing a Yixian outfit like my grandfather, but he was wearing black. He fit well and looked tall and straight, but he seemed a bit cold and not very talkative. Anyway, he didn't say a word to me since we met, and I didn't even know his name.

By the time we arrived near Langtou Valley, the sky had already turned completely dark. In the middle of winter, a thin layer of white mist suddenly appeared, making the atmosphere a little weird.

At this time, the pace of the old man and the driver finally slowed down, and I finally caught up with them.

We continued walking for some distance, and after about five or six minutes, we arrived at the edge of Langtou Valley.

When I came here again, I felt terrified in my heart, and felt as if I had passed away. A few days ago, Zhuzi and I escaped from death here, and there were still some blood stains in some places, and I don’t know who it was Blood on body.

Standing on the edge of the Langtou ditch, the old man and the driver stopped and looked around with gloomy expressions.

Seeing their slightly nervous faces, I didn't feel confident at all. No matter what, this place almost killed me. If the old man didn't insist on coming to this spiritual place, or beat me to death, I would never be able to do anything in my life. It's so damn scary to take half a step into Langtou Valley.

But now that the old man and the driver are here, I feel more confident, at least my legs are not shaking.

The two looked around, only to hear the driver brother say: "Director, this place is full of yin and aura, it must be an ominous place, and there may be very difficult things appearing, do you want me to call and recruit some people?" come over……"

But the old man shook his head and said with a gloomy face: "Yes, there are definitely tough guys here. I didn't expect such a thing to appear at the door of my old Wu's house. It's my fault. Although this thing is fierce, But it has not reached the point where it is out of control. Even if we mobilize people now, I am afraid it will be too late..."

"Director, shall we go in now?" the driver asked.

"Let's go, we've come here, can we go back?"

With that said, the old man walked slowly towards the depths of Langtou Valley. The driver brother took out something from his body as if by magic and started playing with it in his hand.

What these two people said to each other was very mysterious, but what I heard was a cloud of mist. It was all about the same thing. Sometimes it was too late to attract people, and sometimes it was too late. I felt like the old man was like a gangster boss.

At this time, I felt that I was a little redundant and just a guy who didn't understand anything.

I followed the two of them and walked slowly through the barren mountains and ridges. The driver looked at his hands for a while, and then looked around. I was curious, so I went over and took a look. At a glance, I found that what he was holding turned out to be a compass. I had seen this thing before. On TV, Taoist priests always carried this thing when hunting ghosts. Does the driver still understand this?

After walking forward for a while, I suddenly felt a feeling of being spied on again, like a light on my back. It was the same feeling I had when I first came here on the night of staying up late. Subconsciously, I turned around to take a look. When I was about to turn around, a subtle voice came over: "Go straight forward, don't look back!"

I looked up and saw that it was the driver who was speaking, but the driver only glanced at me and quickly turned his head away.

After walking forward for a while, the feeling of being spied on became more and more obvious, which made me feel very uncomfortable. I always wanted to look back, but when I remembered what the driver said, I gave up the idea.

After a while, when we walked to the hinterland of Langtou Valley, not only did I feel like a light on my back, but I also smelled that strange smell, which was so exciting that it made me feel dizzy.

At this moment, the driver in front stopped again, took out something, handed it to me, and whispered: "Smell it with your nose."

"What is this?" I lowered my head and glanced at the thing in the driver's hand. It was dark and as thick and long as a finger.

"Don't ask, just smell it." The driver said again, not polite at all.

I'm not convinced anymore. You, my grandfather is the director, and I am his grandson. Why are you yelling at me? Can't you be more polite?

But even though I thought so, I didn't dare to say that the old man was here, so I could only obediently put my nose up and smell it. As a result, when I smelled it, a stench hit my nostrils and almost hit my head. It was so stinky after being planted on the ground that even the latrines were not that stinky. I was so smelly that I wanted to curse, but before I could open my mouth, the driver leaned into my ear and whispered again: "Don't do anything, follow me." As usual, follow us forward."

Okay, I endured it, but in the blink of an eye, I suddenly felt that my mind was much clearer, and the stinking smell that was floating around before could no longer be smelled.

(End of this chapter)