dragon hunter

Chapter 231
The voltage of the lights in the house was unstable, and it flickered for a while. We were attracted by Pingbo's story, held our breath, and waited for the next article.

Ping Bo's mouth was dry, he picked up the teacup on the table, and sipped water.

"Uncle Ping, don't keep being a fool, did Zhang Xianzhong find any treasure in the village?" Fatty Wang was impatient, sitting there scratching his head.

"If the treasure is found, there won't be a series of tricky things later." Ping Bo sighed and continued to tell the next thing.

Zhang Xianzhong was bloodthirsty. He found nothing in the village at that time, and sent people to dive into the water, but found no sunken ship. In a rage, he slaughtered the entire village and threw all the corpses into the river.

It is said that the water of the Yellow River was red for three days and three nights at that time, and the corpses in the river attracted a group of strange fish to compete for food.

Since then, there have been constant incidents at Longdukou. Almost every year, three or five people are drowned, and the corpses cannot be salvaged at will. They must be carried out according to a set of rituals, otherwise disasters will be caused.

"Brother, I know you have a good heart, but you were a little reckless at the time and offended the ghost in the river. You must be more careful recently." Ping Bo stared at me and sighed.

I thought of my weird face in the mirror, and immediately asked Ping Bo about the rumor about the ghost in the river.

"I heard from the old man in the village that this is a curse. It's the ghosts in the river who are looking for substitutes. This matter will end only when the ghosts find enough substitutes." Ping Bo said mysteriously.

I don't quite agree with the statement that the wronged soul finds a substitute, but I am dubious about the curse in the river.

After all, the entire village died in the river, and the soaring resentment caused some changes in the feng shui there, which is unknown.

I rubbed the center of my eyebrows with a headache, I learned some secrets from Uncle Ping, but it didn't help much with the tricky things about me.

Fatty Wang yawned, this guy was originally in high spirits, but he closed his ears for a while, and after listening for a long time, his eyes were darkened when he heard about the whereabouts of the treasure, and he was immediately disappointed, as if he was drowsy.

Before Ping Bo left, he took my arm mysteriously and said in a low voice, if he felt haunted by evil spirits or felt uncomfortable anywhere, he should immediately go to an ancient well in the east of the village and drip a few drops of blood to keep him safe.

I was confused, reached out and grabbed Ping Bo, and asked about the ancient well.

Pingbo hesitated and couldn't explain why, but said that in the early years, a Fengshui master came to the village, pointed to the ancient well, and said that there was a dragon hidden in the well, and the villagers verified that the ancient well was indeed very effective.

I didn't rest well all night, and I woke up a bit late the next day. The first thing I did when I opened my eyes was to pick up the mirror and take a picture of my face.

The strange thing is that everything is as usual for the self in the mirror, as if the weird things yesterday were all hallucinations.

I woke Fatty Wang who was snoring, and when he opened his eyes, I asked myself how he looked.

Fatty Wang stared at me for a long time, sat up and rubbed his eyes, looked carefully, and said strangely: "It's quite normal. Could it be that Fatty was dazzled last night?"

I was relieved in my heart, and I didn't bother to delve into this weird thing, as long as everything was normal.

In the morning, we drove to the bank of the Yellow River, ready to start our first exploration.

Ghost Detective Xu was on the sidelines debugging the equipment. We didn't plan to go into the water. We planned to use the underwater camera first to see the situation below.

The adjusted underwater camera was suspended by ropes and slowly sank under the river.

We leaned in front of the laptop screen and stared at the picture above. The camera has its own light source, but the picture is still a little blurry.

Fatty Wang stood on a small fishing boat, holding a rope in his hand, and constantly adjusted the camera position according to Ghost Tan Xu's instructions.

The fishing boat was temporarily borrowed from the villagers. It is a simple one-person wooden boat, but it is enough.

"It's all mud, didn't you see any caves?" Li Xiaolei stared at the screen with some doubts in her tone.

"It's been so long. Could the entrance of the cave be blocked by mud?" Zhen Qingyi analyzed from the side.

I squinted my eyes and looked at the shore, where there was an old weeping willow with a thick trunk that already had cracks.

"Old man Wang said that the cave is near an old weeping willow, let's look for it nearby." I pointed to the weeping willow and said.

Driving all the way, there is only an old weeping willow in the nearby river several hundred meters away. The shape of the tree is also consistent with what Mr. Wang said.

Under our instructions, Fatty Wang kept paddling a small fishing boat. The nearby section of the river was basically explored by underwater cameras.

"No, there are no caves nearby." Ghost Detective Xu frowned and said in a slightly disappointed tone.

"That's troublesome. There is no need for Mr. Wang to lie. There is only one possibility. After so many years, the cave has been covered by mud." I rubbed the space between my brows.

We sat in front of our laptops, peering at each other. Without accurate coordinates, it was not at all difficult to find the caves covered by mud.

"Hey, did you find it? Fatty is almost exhausted." Fatty Wang squatted on the boat and complained.

We found nothing, we discussed it and decided to go back to the small village first.

There was also an "Old Ghost of the Yellow River" who escaped from the cave with Mr. Wang back then. He lived nearby, and perhaps we could learn something from him.

When I got back to the village, I asked Uncle Ping, and I learned that the "Old Ghost of the Yellow River" hadn't returned yet.

In the evening, the strange thing happened again. Just after dinner, we were sitting at the table chatting, Fatty Wang suddenly pointed at the center of my eyebrows, saying that the black air appeared again.

My scalp tightened, and I borrowed a mirror from Zhen Qingyi. After opening my clear eyes, I looked in the mirror and saw that my eye sockets had turned black and blue at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What's going on, do you feel uncomfortable?" Zhen Qingyi was concerned.

I closed my eyes and felt it. Unlike yesterday, the yang energy in my body was gradually passing away at a slow speed today.

My heart beats faster, a person is alive, energy and spirit are indispensable, if the yang energy is gone, that person is a dead person!
After hesitating for a while, I sat at the table and quickly formed a seal with both hands. This time I formed the Wuding Wujia seal, which is more powerful than the dispelling evil seal.

Zhen Qingyi sat across from me, staring at me with concern, but unfortunately, she couldn't help in this situation.

"Fatty, you have the Zhu family inheritance, and you are the best at exorcising curses. Hurry up and think of a way." Li Xiaolei said hurriedly.

Fatty Wang's face was flushed, and he hesitated, saying that he was half a bucket of water, and he was completely confused about my situation.

"Hey, is this situation recorded in your Wumen's "Funeral Sutra"?" Fatty Wang seemed to think of something, and turned to Li Xiaolei.

This time it was Li Xiaolei's turn to be embarrassed, hesitating, saying that the "Funeral Sutra" was too profound, and she couldn't understand many parts at all.

The process of Wuding Wujia seal is relatively complicated, and it takes more than ten minutes to complete the seal. Finally, after finishing the final seal, I put my hands together, and pointed a pair of index fingers to the center of my eyebrows.

With a flash of golden light, I felt that my body was covered by an invisible air current, and the yang energy in my body finally stopped passing away.

I was overjoyed, picked up the small mirror on the table, and took a picture of my own face. The face in the mirror was still black-eyed and frighteningly pale.

"Hiss!" I gasped, feeling that things were going to be tricky.

"Is it still unresolved?" Zhen Qingyi couldn't see any abnormalities on my face, but could only judge from my expression.

I gave a wry smile and comforted her that she was fine, but actually I was a little anxious.

Remembering what Uncle Ping said yesterday, if you feel unwell, immediately go to an ancient well in the east of the village and drip a few drops of blood to keep you safe. I immediately stood up, confessed, and hurried to the door.

Without asking everyone to follow, I walked to the east of the village alone.

When passing by the front yard, the lights in Uncle Ping's room were off. I don't know if he was asleep or he was away.

I was walking on the small road in the village with a flashlight, and passed by a yard. There was a white paper on the gate, and there was a faint cry from inside. I remembered that it was my aunt's house, and my heart felt sad.

Although the strange thing about me was caused by salvage of floating corpses in the river, I don't have much regret in my heart.

The location of the ancient well is a bit remote. I searched around and found the well. The stone bricks on the side are covered with moss, which looks very old.

There is a dilapidated earthen house here, and the surrounding environment is a bit gloomy. I took a photo of the well with a flashlight, and it was bottomless, like a dry well.

I took out the compass and stared at the pointer on it. Feng Shui was mediocre. I don’t know what the basis of the Feng Shui master said that the dragon was hidden in the well.

I hesitated and stretched out my finger, ready to give it a try. Anyway, if it succeeds or fails, there is not much loss.

Just as I was about to pierce my finger, a voice behind me almost startled me.

"What are you doing, do you know that this is a dangerous well?" An old man's voice came from behind.

I turned around abruptly, and saw a little old man with a gloomy appearance coming out of the broken room behind him, staring at me with an unfriendly expression.

"Ominous well?" I was secretly on guard, from the looks of this little old man, he didn't look like a kind person, and the other party's words contradicted Ping Bo's.

"Old Ping tricked you to come over, saying that this ancient well can be blessed, right?" The little old man looked impatient.

I fixed my eyes, and there were some discrepancies in the other party's words, but the meaning was not bad.

"Do you know that old man Ping likes to fool you outsiders the most. I'm afraid he didn't tell you that his daughter jumped into this well and committed suicide, right?" The little old man said with his hands behind his back.

My heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Uncle Ping said that his children were not around. We didn't ask in detail at the time, but the face of the little old man opposite made people say that the trust level of him should be compromised.

"This well is very fierce. Believe it or not, do you want to be afraid that you will die in front of my house, and if you get bad luck, I won't bother to take care of you." After the little old man finished speaking, he walked into the room with his hands behind his back.

I stood where I was, with a puzzled look on my face, and Pingbo's kind face suddenly became blurred in my heart.

After thinking about it, I decided to wait until dawn and inquire with the villagers before I made a decision. Anyway, with the Wuding Wujia seal suppressing it, there is no danger of my life for a while.

(End of this chapter)