dragon hunter

Chapter 110

Xiaomo's abdomen hides a mass of black air, like a heart beating rhythmically.

That cloud of black air seemed to sense my gaze, releasing a fierce breath and attacking my side.

Before the ferocious aura approached, the yang fire rose from my shoulders, and directly dispelled the ferocious aura invisibly.

"Ah, what's going on, my stomach hurt just now." Xiaomo covered her stomach with her hands, her face was a little pale.

"Sit down first." I sighed, the other party's situation was a bit tricky.

It's not to say how powerful that ghost fetus is, but it's a little troublesome to expel that ghost fetus under the condition of ensuring Xiaomo's safety.

And I must first find out the origin of the ghost, otherwise I will rashly intervene, and it is easy to do bad things with good intentions and treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

"Mr. Zhang, it's on me, what's wrong?" Xiaomo asked very sensitively.

"A little question, have you been in contact with anyone recently, or have you been to any strange places?" I didn't directly say the ghost, for fear of scaring the other party.

"I sang in a bar, and the environment there is a bit complicated. As for the strange place, when I rushed back for my father's birthday last month, it was a bit late. I passed by the ruined temple in the village, and I was startled by a shadow." Xiao Mo frowned as he recalled.

"I want to go to Quanwa Village, can you go with me?" When I heard the other party mention the ruined temple, I felt inexplicably tense.

Xiaomo bowed her head in silence for a moment, nodded, and said, "Okay, I'll call and ask for leave."

I don't have a car, so after thinking about it, I called Lang Ying. Zhen Qingyi had to take care of old sister Xu, so she didn't have time to accompany me there.

Lang Ying's work style, like her speech, is clean and neat, and she pursues efficiency very much.

Ten minutes later, a new red Audi was parked downstairs in the coffee shop. Lang Ying, wearing a pair of wide-brimmed sunglasses, opened the car door and came out.

"Is there any movement at your cousin's side?" I walked over and asked in a low voice.

"Not yet, but I have been sending people to watch." Lang Ying looked at Xiao Mo curiously.

Xiaomo glanced enviously at the red Audi, walked over timidly, and greeted Lang Ying.

"She has a ghostly aura about her." Lang Ying said without hiding it.

Xiaomo's expression changed, she looked at us very disturbedly, and opened her mouth in fear, but she didn't know what to ask.

"Don't worry, I will help you solve it." I comforted Xiaomo, feeling a little helpless for Lang Ying's directness.

"What are you doing in Quanwa Village?" Lang Ying took out a lady's cigarette and lit it.

"It's still the same thing, I plan to investigate from the source." I explained to the other party.

"Let's go, get in the car!" Lang Ying sat in the cab, tilted her head, and signaled us to come up.

We rushed to Quanwa Village, just in time for lunch, Xiaomo called on the road, saying that she had a friend coming to the house, and the meal had been prepared in advance.

Xiaomo's parents are both honest farmers, but her grandfather used to be the village head, so they are considered a little prestigious in Quanwa Village.

As soon as we got off the bus, we saw a villager squatting at the intersection smoking a cigarette. When he saw us, he stood up enthusiastically.

"That's my father, everyone in the village calls him Old Litou." Xiaomo introduced to us.

"I heard magpies crowing early in the morning, so I told them that a distinguished guest came to the door. Sure enough, I received a call from Xiaomo in the morning, saying that she had a friend coming." Old Li led the way enthusiastically.

"There's a lot of yin here, do you feel it?" Lang Ying asked in a low voice.

I took out the compass, and the pointer on it vibrated slightly, indicating that the energy of the earth's veins in this village is not evenly distributed. According to Feng Shui, it belongs to a place that suppresses yang and nourishes yin, and it is easy to breed evil spirits.

Xiao Mo walked up to Old Li and muttered in a low voice, probably introducing our identities to his father.

"What, you were possessed by a ghost last night?" Old Li's voice suddenly rose a bit.

I put away the compass, looked forward, and saw Lao Li looking nervously at his daughter up and down.

"I heard the recording on my phone in the morning, and I almost died of fright, thanks to Mr. Zhang's help." Xiao Mo looked terrified.

Old Li came over with a look of excitement, held my hand with both hands, and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you, Mr. Zhang, you are really a master, young and promising."

I blushed, I just dealt with a coward and wronged soul, what kind of master is it?
"Let's go, let's try our family's home-brewed grain wine. Xiaomo was late on the phone, otherwise I should prepare a few more dishes." Old Li grabbed my hand and didn't let go.

"Sister Lang, do you also know how to catch ghosts?" Xiao Mo walked up to Lang Ying and asked cautiously.

"I don't know. In fact, ghosts are also afraid of people." Lang Ying pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose and looked around.

Walking to the door of Xiaomo's house, I saw a woman with braids, holding a bamboo pole in her hand, sitting on the concrete steps in front of the door.

"This is Xiaomo's sister, Axia." Lao Li introduced to me.

"Dad, is Xiaomo back?" Axia held the bamboo pole, stood up and looked at this side, her eyes were unfocused.

"Sister, do you miss me?" Xiao Mo ran over bouncingly, with the vigor of a young beauty.

I looked at Xiaomo and lamented that women are so changeable. Who would have thought of such a girl who would be full of shit after being drunk.

Old Li looked at Axia and then at me, hesitant to speak.

"I've heard Xiaomo talk about her sister's situation. I can't tell if it's something evil or not." I knew what Old Li wanted to say.

"I'm sorry Axia, hey, look at my mouth, what are you talking about, eat and eat." Lao Li led me into the room.

"Sister Lang, come in quickly, the house is very simple, don't laugh at me." Xiaomo warmly greeted Lang Ying.

Xiaomo's mother is a taciturn village woman, but she does things very quickly, entertaining us after busy work.

"Come, taste the homemade grain wine." Old Li helped me fill a glass of wine.

"Uncle Li, I heard that there is an ancient temple near the village?" I chatted casually while holding the vegetables.

"Yes, but it has collapsed for many years. At the beginning, a Feng Shui master said that the temple was suppressed in Longkou. After the temple collapsed, strange things continued in the village." Old Li took a sip of his wine and sighed.

The dragon's mouth in Lao Li's mouth has nothing to do with the dragon's veins, but refers to the dangerous land of Fengshui.

"It's really dangerous for dragons to eat people." I took a sip of grain wine, and the taste was very pure.

"Speaking of the ancient temple, there is still a legend in our village." Old Li said aroused and opened up the conversation.

"What legend?" I was more interested in the ancient temple.

"In the past, there was an old elm tree at the gate of the ancient temple. In summer, the cicadas kept singing. There was a young monk in the temple who was bored by the noise of the cicadas. He had no choice but to hold a wooden fish and sit under the tree to recite sutras every day. It was also strange. As soon as the little monk recites the scriptures, the cicadas will stop singing." Having said this, Old Li took a sip of his wine.

Lang Ying sat aside, talking to Xiao Mo in a low voice, obviously not interested in the old Li's story.

"And then?" I was looking forward to the turning point later.

"Later, the young monk became an old monk and also served as the host. One night, when it rained heavily, a young man came to the temple with a pale face and a package in his hand. The package is stored here." Lao Li took a bite of the food.

"What's in the package?" Lang Ying was gradually attracted by the story.

"The young man put down the package and left. He never came back. The old monk waited for a year. He couldn't help being curious, so he opened the package. There was a box inside. Inside the box was a crystal clear cicada slough." Lao Li The head likes to be a bit closed, and will stop when it comes to important places.

"Longevity slough, is there really such a thing in the world?" I suddenly remembered a rare treasure described in the Sutra of Broken Physiognomy.

"Mr. Zhang, you have a lot of knowledge." Old Li praised and continued, "Longsheng slough, it is said that eating it can make you live forever. The old monk struggled a lot, but he couldn't hold back the temptation. As a result, the young man came back the next day, seriously injured, and asked the old monk for a package."

We held our breath one by one, all attracted by this story, and continued to wait for Lao Litou to tell the following plot.

"Of course the old monk couldn't take it out. The young man was desperate, his injuries worsened, thick green smoke came out of his body, and finally turned into a huge cicada, laying on the ground, saying that the old monk was unfaithful, and cursing him to die. .” Old Li refilled himself a glass of wine.

"It is said that the longevity slough is the last shell of a cicada that has lived for 100 years before transforming into a human, which is equivalent to the second life of a cicada." I recalled the introduction in Xiangjing.

"What happened to the old monk?" Lang Ying asked curiously.

"After eating the longevity slough, he will never grow old or die, but the old monk is cursed by the demon cicada. Every summer, he will suffer from the fire and burn his body. Life is worse than death. Later, he left the temple and his whereabouts are unknown." Let's eat food quickly.

"Greed is the greatest original sin." Lang Ying sighed.

"Uncle Li, I heard that there used to be a man named Li Junmin in your village?" I asked in a casual tone after eating two mouthfuls of food.

"It's a pity that there is such a person, the first batch of Nanyang students who were sent by the government to study abroad. It's a pity." Old Li shook his head.

"He's very talented, Uncle Li, let's talk about him." I refill the wine for Old Li.

"It's all caused by love words. There were three students who went to Nanyang together, and the other two claimed to have died of illness, but everyone in the village knew that there was something hidden inside." Old Li told a secret.

"What's hidden?" I'm very interested, this is news that Ghost Detective Xu didn't find out.

"One of the female students came to the village before going to Nanyang. Everyone knows that she and Li Junmin are a couple." Old Li slid his head and drank the wine in his glass.

"Then the government sent Nanyang to study abroad together, which is a good story." I poured wine on Lao Li's head.

"It's a good story, that girl changed her mind later and fell in love with another student." Old Li pouted.

"Even if there is hatred because of love, it can't prove that there is something strange about the death of those two people." I was a little puzzled.

(End of this chapter)