The evil master of Maoshan ghost road comes out of the mountain

Chapter 384

It was almost nine or ten o'clock now, and the vegetable market was unusually lively.

Generally, there are very few people in the vegetable market until ten o'clock. Although it is in the city center, at this time, most people go to work and cook.Why is the vegetable market different today?

Pang Kang, who had just passed by the vegetable market, was attracted by this strange scene. Can all the people in the vegetable market make such a scene?

"Your family only lost two cents of the land. My family has an acre of land. I lost tens of thousands of yuan..."

A middle-aged man who was blushing loudly shouted, this is the voice that Pang Kang heard most clearly.

It used to be that they were arguing over who lost more, but now people are really strange, they are so high-profile when they accompany money.Pang Kang shook his head helplessly, the world had really changed, and he turned around and was about to leave.

"Alas, all the vegetables turned black overnight, and this month's living expenses are gone." A 25-year-old youth closest to Pangkang said with a sigh.

Pang Kang's brows trembled, all the dishes turned black overnight?What is this saying?The weather can't have such a big impact on the dishes, can it?
Turning around to look at the sighing young man, he saw that the young man had dark skin, a square face, and a well-proportioned figure. He looked as if he had just grown vegetables.

Natural integrity, in a short period of time, it is impossible for such a strange phenomenon to appear.Anyway, it's only ten o'clock now, and it's still far from night. Pang Kang walked up to the young man and asked in a low voice, "What's all this fuss about?"

The young man looked Pang Kang casually up and down, "Aren't you a local? Well, speaking of it, I don't know why. The vegetables in many vegetable fields are withered and turned black. Not to mention vegetables, even the grass can't grow." spared."

Pang Kang nodded, why do locals still speak Mandarin? "It's all turned black? It's unlikely, right? Could it be that it has deteriorated after being left for a long time?"

"You haven't seen it yet, have you? I received a call from my family just now. I wanted to go back and have a look, but I didn't expect this to happen to not only my family. 80.00% of the vegetables in the vegetable market have changed. It's turned black. Now many people are discussing here, what is the reason for this strange phenomenon." The young man seemed to have no one to vent his anger on, and kept talking to Pang Kang.

The more he listened, the more strange Pang Kang felt. This was not caused by the weather at all, but by his belief.The vegetables turned black, which was obviously corroded by extremely strong poison or gas.

Could it be that these vegetable farmers have offended someone?Or a dispute over some vegetable merchants?It's also unlikely, it's impossible for everyone in the vegetable market to be involved, right?
Excluding the disputes between vegetable merchants, the rest is that someone deliberately did it to make the vegetables wither and turn black in one night?It seems that glyphosate is not so powerful, right?

This matter is definitely not that simple, but Pang Kang has always been good at meddling, especially things that have nothing to do with supernatural.

The young man was still talking endlessly, including how many members of the family he spoke, like a picture of firecrackers being lit, which usually cannot stop until the end of the fire.

Pang Kang was a little impatient to hear this, did this young man talk too much?I only asked a few questions, but he actually said hundreds of words... I don't know if he will feel thirsty.

"Wait..." I couldn't bear it any longer, and if I kept talking, my ears would be crippled. "Just tell me, apart from the problem with the withered and discolored vegetables, have you found anything different?"

The young man thought about it, the grass and vegetables were withered and turned black, what else could be different?Plus he hasn't seen it at home yet... He shook his head and said, "I don't know, I haven't been home yet."

It’s no use asking, Pang Kang couldn’t help but wonder, why did he forget that this guy hasn’t come home yet… Forget it, it doesn’t look like a supernatural event anyway, so let’s buy my breakfast…

"I haven't come home yet, but a friend next door to my house is also a vegetable farmer, he knows. By the way, are you a reporter?" the young man continued.

So much nonsense, it turns out that young people have always regarded Pang Kang as a reporter, which made Pang Kang break out in a cold sweat, how can he have the culture to be a reporter?But in order to know whether it was supernatural, Pang Kang had no choice but to pretend to be a reporter.

"Yes, please help me find him, I want to ask him, or let him take me to the scene."

The young man smiled, as if he had forgotten about the incident, because a reporter interviewed him, and this is where young people are happy.Without asking Pang Kang what work permit he wanted, he turned around and ran towards the crowd.

Pang Kang shook his head helplessly. Fortunately, he didn't ask for his work certificate. He glanced at the people around him, turned and walked out of the crowd.

After a while, the young man came out with a middle-aged man in his thirties, but the skin of this middle-aged man was completely opposite to that of other vegetable farmers. With his rosy white skin, it was easy to mistake him for a girl.

The moment he saw the middle-aged man, Pang Kang couldn't help shrinking his pupils, because he felt that the vegetable farmer in front of him was not as simple as it seemed on the surface, because he exuded a serene aura. something incredible...

"A Buddhist?" Pang Kang almost blurted out in astonishment. He didn't expect that there was a Buddhist disciple among the vegetable farmers.But apart from the aura he exudes, this middle-aged man doesn't look like a Buddhist in the slightest.

The middle-aged man didn't realize Pang Kang's identity. When he came to Pang Kang, the gentleman stretched out his right hand and introduced himself, "Hello, my name is Huigen, and I'm the neighbor of You Tiao."

Sure enough, Pang Kang guessed right, this person is a Buddhist, and he is of the Hui family, which does not seem to be the age he appears to be.

I was very curious in my heart, how did a monk who became a monk return to Jurong to sell vegetables?Although he was curious, Pang Kang did not lose his etiquette. He shook hands and said with a smile, "Hi, my name is... Ai Liu, can we talk for a while?"

Huigen's brow trembled slightly, but it was fleeting, and people who were not paying attention could not find it.

Huigen felt strange, if it was a reporter, he should take a video camera to take pictures of this lively scene, and then conduct selective interviews, but the young man in front of him, from head to toe, from foot to head, did not look like a reporter, no camera, no interview microphone…

"Okay, let's go aside and talk." Although he was skeptical, Huigen agreed to Pang Kang.

Standing in a corner with few people, Pang Kang didn't have the slightest smile on his face. He glanced at the other people who were discussing, and then at the "fried sticks" who followed him, and then asked, "Excuse me In addition to the blackness, is there anything different? For example, what traces did the murderer leave behind?"

This made Huigen depressed. Is the person in front of him a reporter?Ask for clues, not for details. "Yes, but I'm afraid you won't believe me if I tell you."

Pang Kang also saw Huigen frowning for a moment just now, but he didn't ask. "Any strange thing can happen in this world. We shouldn't say whether we believe it or not. If we believe it, we have it. If we believe it, we don't. It should be like this?"

(End of this chapter)