dragon hunter

Chapter 111

Chapter 111
"After those two people died, the police in plain clothes came to our village to investigate, so everyone didn't say anything, but they knew in their hearts that there was something strange about it." Old Li said in a low voice.

"Did the investigation come to a conclusion? Didn't Li Junmin come back later?" I asked with my job in hand.

"At that time, Li Junmin had disappeared. The police asked some suspicious points, but found no evidence, and finally let it go. After so many years, when he came back, he was already a different person. Who cares about those old things." Lao Li After finishing speaking, he took two mouthfuls of rice.

"There are quite a lot of stories about this person. Is he still alive?" I asked vaguely while eating.

"Missing. After the girl he adopted committed suicide, she disappeared that night." Old Li replied.

After lunch, I asked about Li Junmin's former residence, and wandered around the village with a compass.

Lang Ying stayed at Li's house, and Xiao Mo entertained her, so she didn't follow her.

Li Junmin's house has been abandoned for a long time, and not far behind is the collapsed thousand-year-old temple.

With a compass in my hand, I stood in front of the dilapidated old house with the door collapsed, staring at the compass pointer, stretching out my hands to calculate.

"All the evil spirits of the earth veins are gathered nearby. This land is really Longkou, and the feng shui is fierce enough." I muttered to myself.

The roof of the old house has collapsed, the mottled mud walls are covered with large and small cracks, and the old newspapers pasted on the windows are broken into pieces.

I put away the compass, picked up a branch, knocked off the cobwebs on the door, and walked into the dark old house, a musty smell came to my nostrils.

"There is a lot of evil spirits in this neighborhood, and ordinary people are prone to get sick living here, but evil spirits can nourish a woman's life. Is it a coincidence that Li Junmin chooses to live here, or is everything planned?" I frowned and thought.

Qiu Dongzhu is the fate of a woman of extreme yin. If Li Junmin had planned everything from the moment he adopted her, then this person would be terrible.

I touched the tire in the stone in my pocket. This series of events full of mist revolved around this pair of rare treasures of heaven and earth.

"Xiao Erlang, carry your schoolbag to school..." A burst of out-of-key singing came from outside the room, which startled me.

A young man with disheveled hair like a chicken coop, holding a branch in his hand, and dressed in shabby clothes, flashed past the window in a frenzy.

"It turned out to be a lunatic." I murmured to myself, took out the flashlight, and looked carefully at every corner of the old house, hoping to find a clue.

A broken photo frame that fell on the table and was covered in dust caught my attention.

I reached out to pick up the photo frame, blowing off the dust with my mouth, and saw through the broken glass that it was a group photo.

The little girl on the left, about ten years old, wearing calico clothes, should be Qiu Dongzhu, standing beside her is an old farmer with gray hair.

"Horizontal lines appear on his forehead. This Li Junmin's face is a little strange." I looked at the frame with a flashlight. It was so old that the photo was not very clear.

I flipped through the photo frame, took out the black and white photo from the back, wiped it with my sleeve, moved my eyes a little closer, and carefully scrutinized the old farmer's face.

"Ha, I caught you." A loud cry suddenly came from behind.

I was startled, the old photo fell to the ground, I turned around in horror, and saw a stained face staring at me nervously.

It was the lunatic who passed by outside the house just now. Seeing that I was taken aback, the lunatic clapped his hands and laughed loudly, put the branch under his legs, and jumped out of the house.

"Your sister." I cursed at the madman's back, ignored this guy, and picked up the old photos on the ground.

"The horizontal stripes on the forehead are fatal, the bags under the eyes are black, and the eyes are cloudy. This is the face of a dead person. What's going on?" I looked at the old photo with a flashlight, staring at Li Junmin's face, puzzled.

With no further information to come from the old photographs, I stood up and walked along the wall, hoping to find more clues.

A child graffiti on the wall made me stop and squat down.

It was a skull drawn with chalk, the pattern was distorted, and while it looked ridiculous, it was also a bit weird, with a line of small characters crookedly written underneath.

"Grandpa is a devil..."

The last half of the sentence seems to have been wiped off, leaving only a white mark.

"What do you mean?" The doubts in my heart increased instead of diminishing.

I continued to walk around the house twice and found no more clues. I put away the old photo and walked out of the dilapidated house.

There was a figure squatting in the distance, looking at the tattered clothes, it seemed to be the lunatic who scared me just now. He was squatting in front of the collapsed ancient temple, not knowing what he was doing.

After listening to the old Litou's story, I became somewhat interested in the ancient temple with a thousand-year history, so I walked there.

The lunatic bent over and squatted on the ground, as if he was burning something, when a puff of blue smoke rose, the lunatic put his head closer, shook his head, and sniffed the rising smoke.

I looked a little weird, and quietly walked behind the lunatic, wanting to see what he was burning.

On top of the dry leaves, there was a skin of something that was burning, and the strange blue smoke was rising from the skin.

"Comfortable, really comfortable..." The lunatic muttered to himself, which made people feel hairy.

That weird skin quickly burned up, and the lunatic ran towards the half-collapsed ruined temple.

Curious in my heart, I followed the lunatic lightly, stepped over the broken bricks on the ground, and walked into the ruined temple.

The lunatic ran to the wing room behind the ruined temple and walked in. There was a sound of flipping inside.

Half of the window of the wing room fell off, and I went to the window, wanting to see what that lunatic was looking for.

The lunatic bent over and fiddled with the brick pavement, a tattered, black and moldy quilt was thrown aside by him.

"Haha." The lunatic exclaimed happily, uncovered a wooden board, and a deep passage appeared under the bed.

I watched the figure of the lunatic disappear into the passage, unable to suppress the curiosity in my heart, and walked towards the wing.

The passage hidden under the wooden boards of Datong is very deep, and the situation below cannot be seen clearly. It is quiet inside without any sound.

I turned on the flashlight and took a picture inside. There was a corner ahead, and I couldn't see what was behind the passage.

After hesitating for a moment, I squeezed a piece of talisman paper in my hand, and carefully bent over and walked into the passage.

Walking down the stairs and turning the corner, I shone a flashlight ahead of me. It seemed to be a cellar below, and I could see wooden racks for storing vegetables.

There was a crackling sound from the other side. I didn't know what the lunatic was messing with, so I walked down cautiously.

The lunatic squatted in the corner, with his back to me, burning something with a lighter, turning a blind eye to the flashlight beam around him.

I took a picture of the surrounding area with a flashlight, and the things on the ground on the other side caught my eyes.

"Ah!" I couldn't help exclaiming, the ground on the lunatic's body was covered with a dense layer of skin, some of which were still stained with dried blood, which was very terrifying.

The lunatic burned it with a lighter, which was a piece of skin the size of a palm. He sniffed the green smoke rising from the skin, completely silent in his own world.

"What the hell are these things?" I felt a little terrified, even though I had seen too many weird things, the weird scene in the cellar still made me very terrified.

My arm trembled slightly, and I shone the flashlight on the ground. A strange piece of skin made me take a step back.

The piece of skin on the ground had dark brown blood stains on the edge, which looked a bit like a human scalp, and what was even more weird was that there were a few ring scars on it.

"This is human scalp, who is so cruel?" I subconsciously wanted to run out of the cellar, the dense layer of skin on the ground looked more and more like human skin.

"The Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, it's really wonderful..." The lunatic stood up, with a dazed expression, stretched his arms, and spun around in circles.

Resisting the urge to throw out the talisman paper, I slowly turned around, wanting to leave here before making plans.

The flashlight beam swept across, and a line of bloody writing on the wall caught my attention.

"I found a way to lift the curse, and I'm about to be free." The handwriting was dark red and very scribbled, as if written with fingers.

"Who left this line of writing, what does it mean?" I shone my flashlight around, looking for other writing.

It's a pity that apart from that crazy lunatic and the broken human skin all over the floor, there is no other abnormal place in the cellar.

"Those people's skins are covered with dust, they look old, but they are fresh and plump. What's going on?" I frowned and thought.

Holding the flashlight, I walked out of the dark and narrow passage, took out my mobile phone, and called my second uncle.

It rang twice, and the second uncle answered the phone at the other end. After listening to me tell the whole process, he was silent for a moment.

"You mean that the green smoke from the burning human skin will make people hallucinate?" The second uncle's voice sounded a little dignified.

"Yes, I feel like drugs, addictive and unable to extricate myself." I recalled the look of that lunatic.

"I've heard such a legend, it is said that there is a Taoist monk who will not rot for a hundred years after death. After burning his body, a strange fragrance will rise, which will make people smell it, as if he had entered the pure land of Buddha." The second uncle said on the other end of the phone.

"Among the pile of human skins, I saw a scalp with ring scars. Could it be that a monk was killed and then skinned?" I said with some trepidation.

"There are still too few clues, and nothing can be deduced. Be careful yourself, and don't be impulsive when things happen." The second uncle thought for a while, and explained in a dignified tone.

I hung up the phone, feeling vaguely in my heart that the weird human skin in the cellar might be related to the story told by Old Li.

"Go to Old Li and ask about the identity of that lunatic." I said to myself, and walked outside the ruined temple.

Passing by a wasteland overgrown with weeds, a gust of wind suddenly blew up. Fortunately, my shoulders were full of yang fire. If I were an ordinary person, I would probably be seriously ill if I was blown by this ghostly wind.

My complexion changed, I took out the compass, stared at the violently trembling pointer, my heartbeat suddenly accelerated, "It's so heavy, there must be a lot of dead people buried in the ground, let's get out of here first."

It is said that dragon stutter eats people, but I didn't expect that there are really many dead people here. This place is too evil, I don't want to stay too long, so I left quickly.

(End of this chapter)

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