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Chapter 117 I'm the only one who plucks other people's wool

In the wasteland where black is the main tone, everything is silent.

Gu An stood at the door of the wooden house, with a towering old tree surrounded by black vines above his head.

Looking at the exit not far away, he took a deep breath.

Having made a decision, he naturally stopped hesitating and entangled, hugged the old man's arm, and walked towards the exit.

Stepping on the black soil, passing the dummy tied to the cross again.

The eyeballs of the dummy were a little more colorful at this time. When it saw Gu An, those eyeballs rolled around for a while, and then showed a mocking look.

Gu An stopped and stared at the dummy.

The eyes of this thing are really annoying. A dummy who can't move his limbs dares to be so arrogant.

The dummy looked at Gu An, and the sarcasm in his eyes became more and more obvious. Just looking at those eyes, he was almost the same as a living person.

Gu An thought for a while, then walked forward, silently picked up the dummy, and with a sudden force, directly turned the dummy head down, thrust it into the soil, and then clapped his hands and left.

Regardless of whether it is human or weird, it will not end well if you dare to ridicule him; he doesn't like to hold grudges, so he usually reports it on the spot.

Gu An successfully left the range of the wooden house, and it seemed that he could still hear some curses coming from the wind behind him.

Ok?
A burning sensation of being smoked by the fire came from the arm.

Gu An quickly took a look.

On the left arm, at some point, there was a blue tattoo of both hands.

In addition to the tattoo marks on both hands, there are magic mirrors and death sickles next to them.

"Is this a curse? Or is it a quest?"

Gu An looked at his arm and silently guessed.

These three tattoo marks are all the same size.

However, the imprint of both hands is different from the magic mirror and the sickle. The latter two can be directly communicated and used.

And this new imprint, when communicating with it, Gu An found that he seemed to be facing the strange hands in the wooden house again.

This feeling is very real.

"Does this mean you want to stare at me? Until you help it find its body?"

Gu An pondered, and suddenly remembered the mocking eyes of that dummy outside the wooden house just now on the wasteland.

Maybe, it saw something...

Are you laughing at yourself and sympathizing with each other, or laughing at not knowing what is good or bad?

"But, stare at me, can you stare at me?"

Gu An squinted at the tattoo on his arm, showing a meaningful smile.

These hands are weird and want to make themselves a tool man, but unfortunately they don't understand that I, Gu, have always been the only ones to pluck other people's wool, and there is no possibility for others to pluck me...

No matter how cunning and calculating it is, it is always just weird, it is just a restricted person under the rules, but itself is different.

Gu An has even started to think again, next, whether to go to the water ghost, try to dig out all the villagers in the cemetery, and sacrifice to the ancient clock one by one, so as to strengthen himself. As for the opponent is not terrible, this thing , should be able to last a few more rounds, right?

Gu An looked at his arm, lost in thought, already thinking about how to squeeze out the value of this newcomer.

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"Grandpa, I brought back your hand..."

Gu An hugged his ice-like arms and stood in front of the portrait of the old man, showing a tired look.

He said in a low tone: "Grandpa, I almost couldn't come back. The opponent this time is really difficult. If it was for me, I would definitely not be able to come back alive. Grandpa's arm, I immediately had faith, so I gritted my teeth, tried my best, and finally won..."

"Finding grandpa's hand, I am happier than you when I am older, because as long as grandpa has a hand, he can hold me in the future. When I was young, I often fantasized that one day, grandpa could hold my hand and slowly Crossing the road, smiling and waving to people you know, when you get home, make me a bowl of Yangchun noodles..."

"As long as grandpa's hand is still there, I can do so many things, many, many things, all of which are my extravagant dreams..."

While talking, Gu An silently passed his arm towards the portrait.

A strong suction came from inside, and the space facing the photo frame was distorted, taking Gu An's arm away at a strange angle.

Afterwards, the portrait gradually returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

"Grandpa? Are you still there?"

Gu An looked at the quiet portrait, and tried to shout a few words. The old man inside lowered his head slightly, and the black gown on the upper body was tightly attached to the body, and there was no change from before.

After a moment of contemplation.

Gu An spoke softly, and said softly, "Grandpa, I'll take you home and show you grandson-in-law by the way..."

With that said, Gu An stepped forward, gently picked up the portrait, and started walking towards the direction outside the crack.

He was ready to be killed by the portrait old man at any time.

The portrait is not heavy, just like a real ordinary photo frame, Gu An held it in his hands without any pressure or discomfort.

Along the way, it was easy, but he didn't careless, holding the portrait, as if holding some treasure, carefully.

It seems that this favorability is not in vain...

Gu An walked outside for a long time, but the old man didn't respond to the portrait. If he followed the previous example, he should already be on the way to read the file by now.

Gu An knew very well in his heart that he had succeeded, at least he dispelled the old man's malice towards him.

On the periphery of the crack, guards have been waiting patiently.

When they saw that Gu An came out safe and sound, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Before, they were kicked out by this Mr. Gu, and they didn't dare to refute, but there was always a stone hanging high in their hearts.

Now that Gu An came out alive, he was naturally relieved.

"Mr. Gu, is this?"

Some people also saw the portrait in Gu An's hand.

The crack was already full of weirdness, Gu An held a dead portrait with no expression on his face, and walked from the darkness so quietly, anyone who looked at it felt terrified.

"The cinnabar mine can go in. You should hurry up and move it immediately. I can't guarantee if there will be any accidents later, so hurry up."

Gu An didn't answer their question about the portrait of the old man, so he couldn't really tell them that he just recognized his grandfather...

When they heard that the cinnabar mine could be re-entered, the staff at the site were all excited, and regardless of other problems, they organized and mobilized again.

As for Gu An, he carried the portrait all the way, and got into the car under the old driver's strange and uncomfortable gaze.

"go home."

Gu An sat in the back and said something softly, holding the portrait carefully with both hands, for fear of offending the thug who finally came back with a little bit of bumps.

The old driver looked at the rearview mirror, and through the rearview mirror, looked at the portrait. He didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he drove the car honestly.

On the way, he said: "Mr. Gu, when you went in, there was a call saying that someone from Longhushan came to see you."

Gu An frowned: "Are you from Longhushan again? I just met you last time. Why are you here again?"

Moreover, this Longhushan was blindfolded by a strange photo for more than 100 years. This time he came to find himself, is it really from Longhushan, or is it weird?

The old driver shook his head: "I don't know. At that time, they said that you would not go back in a few days, and asked the people on Longhushan to leave first, but that person was very persistent, saying that there was something urgent, and he insisted on seeing you." Okay, now, it's been three days, and I've been waiting at the apartment."

Gu An didn't reply, just hummed lightly.

……

"Mr. Gu, you are finally back. The man from Longhu Mountain has been pestering us for a long time..."

"We have said countless times before, let him go back and wait, but he just doesn't do it, and keeps urging him every day..."

Outside the apartment, some staff complained after seeing Gu An. Obviously, they have been tortured these days.

Although the old forces like Longhushan have declined now, they have always cooperated with the Federation, and some of the documents in their faction are valuable information, which is of great help to the Federation.

On the premise of not making any mistakes, the federal staff should not be too tough, and can only persuade them in a gentle way.

However, this person was a bit out of touch, and once asked them to tell the location of Gu An, and went to find it himself.

The mission of Gu An's trip this time is naturally a secret, and it must not be told to outsiders, so the stalemate has persisted until now.

"Mr. Gu, excuse me, I have something urgent to tell you!"

Before the staff finished complaining, the people from Longhu Mountain trotted over there, speaking hurriedly.

Gu An took a good look and looked at his figure. He was a middle-aged man with a burly figure, wearing a pair of sunglasses, which was different from the Taoist priest in Longhu Mountain last time.

As for his identity, Gu An had no doubts, he was able to come in and waited for him, and no one had deported him yet, so there would naturally be no problem with his identity, and everything had been verified.

Of course, this is his superficial identity. In fact, he should be just a poor guy who is blindfolded and maybe he doesn't know it yet.

"Go in and talk."

Gu An could see that the middle-aged man looked really anxious, so he walked towards the apartment with the portrait in his arms, and at the same time told him to go in together.

It will soon be clear whether it is a human or a ghost.

It's best if it's a human, but if it's a ghost, after entering this apartment, do you still want to get out?

The middle-aged man looked at the portrait in Gu An's hand in surprise, and hurriedly followed without thinking too much.

Pushing open the door, after the man came in, Gu An closed the door, locked it, and then walked towards the innermost room of the corridor.

In the past few days, the staff of the Federation have been very attentive. Many places inside and outside the apartment have been painted with cinnabar.

Under the dark light, the red cinnabar doesn't look like evil spirits, but a bit like a haunted house.

The middle-aged man glanced at the room, looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but nodded: "This cinnabar is really a good thing, it can resist weirdness, but it's a pity that the quantity is too rare..."

The apartment is very big, Gu An walked in front, and asked: "I was clamoring to see me before, why are you not in a hurry now?"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath: "Before I didn't see Mr. Gu, I didn't know what to do, so I was very anxious. Now that the real person is in front of me, I feel relieved, so naturally I am not so anxious."

The middle-aged man was very steady when he spoke, and he was no longer as anxious as before. Gu An couldn't help but take a few more glances, and at the same time tried to hang the portrait of the old man in his hand at the end of the corridor, and asked, "What do you think about hanging it here?" How about it?"

After hearing this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but look back, thinking that walking from the corridor, he saw a portrait hanging at the end of the corridor, and suddenly felt uncomfortable, shaking his head and said: "To be honest, Mr. Gu, some Scary..."

Gu An pouted: "This is my grandfather, what's so creepy."

Middle-aged man: "..."

I silently complained in my heart, there are still people running around with their grandfather's portrait in broad daylight?

But then, he saw a more terrifying scene. In the room at the end of the corridor, there was actually a mahogany coffin in the center. Then, he saw Gu An walking to the wall behind the coffin, He found a hole and directly hung the portrait in his hand on it.

The portrait faces the door, and outsiders can see it as soon as they enter the room.

A normal person will definitely become an abnormal person immediately after seeing it...

The middle-aged man felt palpitating, quickly distracted, and talked about his purpose: "Mr. Gu, let me introduce myself first. My name is Zhang Wen. I grew up in Longhu Mountain. My ancestors had a man named Zhang Jin. ..."

The opening remarks of the middle-aged man immediately attracted Gu An's attention.

"Zhang Jin? The recorder of the Longhushan diary?"

Hearing the diary, Zhang Wen's expression also became serious, and he nodded: "Yes, what I'm going to say next may be a little surprising. I hope Mr. Gu won't think I'm a lunatic."

Gu An admitted that he was a little interested now: "Say it."

Zhang Wen took a breath and let it out slowly, with a strong voice: "Mr. Gu, in fact, the entire Longhu Mountain has undergone earth-shaking changes as early as more than 100 years ago, that is, the moment my ancestor Zhang Jin came back. .”

"The Dragon and Tiger Mountain we see now, all the people, have actually been blinded by a kind of weirdness in the memory of a certain inheritance..."

Gu An was taken aback. At that time, he guessed that the weird photos had deceived Longhushan for more than 100 years, but now, someone from Longhushan also said the same thing. Interestingly, this person actually Not blindfolded?

So, he asked: "You said that the top and bottom of Longhu Mountain have been blindfolded by ghosts for more than 100 years, so why are you okay?"

After hearing this, Zhang Wen silently took off his sunglasses.

The light in the room was not very bright. Because of Han Xiuxiu, the magnetic field of the circuit could not take effect, and only a few red candles were lit.

Under the light of red candles.

Gu An saw that one of Zhang Wen's eyeballs was gray and white, and there seemed to be a tiny bug crawling back and forth inside it?

Zhang Wen continued: "Mr. Gu, we human beings can use the 'soul grass' to control the strangeness, which you and the doctors just discovered this year.

And more than 100 years ago, no one knew how to control the weirdness. At that time, in order to resist being blindfolded by ghosts, my ancestor, that is, Zhang Jin, he found the weakest weirdness..."

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