dragon hunter

Chapter 233 After the Mask
I originally thought that things would go smoothly after I found the "Old Ghost of the Yellow River", but every time I asked about the mysterious cave, the other party always talked about him.

I can only retreat to the next best thing and ask what is going on with the weird things about myself.

"There's no such thing as a curse. It's old man Ping who is playing tricks. To untie the bell, you have to tie it. You have to go to him." The little old man's answer was completely unexpected.

Zhen Qingyi and I looked at each other, and we could see hesitation in each other's eyes.

The little old man chatted for a few words, and warned us again that there are fierce spirits in the ancient well, so we should not move rashly, and then walked away with his hands behind his back.

"Fuck me, who is telling the truth and who is lying to us?" Fatty Wang muttered to the side when he saw the little old man walking away.

I lowered my head, frowning and meditating. I rushed here in a hurry, and I didn't even see the shadow of the cave at the bottom of the river. Instead, I fell into a puzzle, which cast a layer of haze on my heart.

"It's too cold down there, no matter what the other party says is true or not, at least with the existing equipment, it's impossible to find out clearly." Ghost Detective Xu was packing the equipment aside.

"I think, you can't believe everything Ping Bo and the old ghost say, and you can't disbelieve it." Li Xiaolei walked over from the side.

"According to the original plan, we will abandon the house here, install a camera, and then spy on Ping Bo." I raised my head and said.

"Does the curse on you matter?" Zhen Qingyi asked with concern beside her.

I shook my hand and said that I could still suppress it for the time being. I turned around and joined Ghost Detective Xu to find hidden corners and install a Bluetooth camera.

Before leaving, I took out the compass again and calculated Gujing Fengshui, but found nothing.

Fatty Wang was very careful and thoughtful, and he was still thinking about the batch of missing treasures that Uncle Ping said, so he specially grabbed a few villagers and asked about the truth of the rumors.

After a while, this guy caught up with us, excitedly, and said: "The matter of Zhang Xianzhong's treasure is true, and the villagers here basically know it."

I gave this guy a strange look, and asked, "It's been missing for hundreds of years, and I haven't heard of anyone finding it. Why are you so excited?"

Fatty Wang smiled mysteriously, looked around cautiously, leaned over, and said in a low voice, "Don't you think that the mysterious cave might be related to the missing treasure?"

I was stunned. If the disappearance of Zhang Xianzhong's treasures was true, then the mysterious cave at the bottom of the river might be related to these treasures.

"If the fat man can find the treasures of more than a dozen ships, he will be able to sleep on the tickets for the rest of his life." Fatty Wang fell into fantasy.

"There is no sign of horoscope, let's solve the tricky things at the moment first." I was calmer, not as optimistic as Fatty Wang thought.

Back in the yard, it happened that Pingbo was not there, Ghost Detective Xu winked at me, sneaked around, took a bluetooth pinhole camera, and walked towards Pingbo's room.

In fact, I was a little bit conflicted about this matter, but in order to solve the mystery, I didn't care so much.

We went back to the room, turned on the laptop, and several pictures appeared on the screen.

At noon, Uncle Ping came back, coming in and out, everything was the daily life of an old farmer, without any abnormal behavior.

Moreover, the story told by the other party has also been verified by the villagers, which makes us have some doubts about the "Old Ghost of the Yellow River".

There has been no movement at the abandoned house, and the "Old Ghost of the Yellow River" has gone somewhere and never appeared.

After dinner, I blessed myself with the Wuding Wujia seal again. In the mirror, some black lines began to appear on my face, as thin as gossamer, and even Fatty Wang's yin and yang eyes could not be seen.

Li Xiaolei searched through the "Funeral Sutra", but couldn't find a reasonable explanation for the strange things about me.

Zhen Qingyi proposed to give me acupuncture and moxibustion, but I refused. The medical school is not very good at expelling curses.

After sending the second daughter back to the next door, the three of us discussed and decided to take turns watching the monitor, and immediately wake up our companions if there is any abnormality.

At night, I fell into a drowsy sleep, and was woken up by a hand. When I opened my eyes, I saw Ghost Tan Xu with a serious expression on his face.

"What's the matter, what did you find?" I sat up and asked in a hurried tone.

"In the middle of the night, Uncle Ping went out with a shovel on his shoulders, and he didn't know what he was going to do." Ghost detective Xu said anxiously.

My eyelids twitched, and I took out my phone to check the time. It was 03:30 in the morning, and it was really unusual for Ping Bo to go out at this time.

He reached out and patted Fatty Wang, who was sleeping like a dead pig, smacked his mouth, turned over, and continued to sleep soundly.

Time was running out, and I was afraid of losing Uncle Ping, so I scolded Fatty Wang, put on my clothes in a hurry, and went out with Ghost Detective Xu.

It was pitch black outside. When we walked out of the yard, we saw a flashlight beam in front of us. We didn't dare to follow too closely for fear of being discovered by the other party.

With a bright moon and few stars, Ping Bo was walking on the ridge of the field with his shovel on his shoulder, not knowing where he was going.

We sneaked in and followed quietly under the cover of trees.

"It's the middle of the night, shouldn't you be working in the field?" Ghost detective Xu muttered to the side.

"It doesn't look like it, let's see the situation first." I narrowed my eyes and looked at Ping Bo's back.

Ping Bo crossed the field ridge and walked to a forest behind him, his figure disappeared in the forest very quickly.

I was slightly taken aback, and quickened my pace, the woods were neither big nor small, if I went too late, I might not be able to find Ping Bo.

As soon as I got to the edge of the woods, I heard the sound of rustling and shoveling soil from inside. I fixed my eyes and leaned against a tree quickly.

Ghost Tan Xu walked lightly like a civet cat, walked quietly to another tree, poked out half of his head, and looked into the woods.

I followed the direction of the sound, squinted my eyes, looked sideways, and saw Pingbo hunched over, shoveling soil on the ground.

I don't know what the other party is digging, I hold my breath and stare at that side.

As time went by, a small mound was piled up beside Ping Bo. He rested for a while with a shovel, and used the shovel to pat the small mound, which looked like a small grave.

The light in the forest was dim, and it looked a little gloomy. Seeing Ping Bo's strange behavior, I felt hairy in my heart.

Next, an even weirder scene happened.

Ping Bo actually knelt down facing the mound, and kowtowed his head again and again, as if he was going to someone's grave.

Ghost detective Xu and I looked at each other face to face. We were both horrified and puzzled by this weird scene.

It wasn't until he kowtowed seven times and 49 times that Ping Bo stood up, picked up the shovel, and poked it down vigorously, filling back the mound that resembled a grave mound.

After finishing all this, Ping Bo trampled the soil firmly with his feet, and everything returned to the original state. He turned around and walked this way with his shovel on his shoulder.

Ghost Tan Xu and I quickly squatted down, hid behind the thick tree trunk, and held our breath.

Ping Bo didn't notice us, he carried a shovel on his shoulder, and walked to his yard along the same road.

When the other party was gone, I rushed to the place where Ping Bo had just dug, searched carefully, and found nothing unusual.

"Is there really something wrong with Pingbo's brain? It's too weird." Ghost detective Xu walked over quickly, staring at the ground under his feet.

I took out a piece of yellow talisman paper and shook it in my hand. The talisman paper ignited without fire and turned into a wisp of green smoke.

I closed my eyes and felt for a moment, then opened my eyes, with doubts in my eyes, and said: "There is no ghost, he knelt on the ground just now, who did he kowtow to?"

We expanded the scope and searched around, but found nothing. After discussing it, we decided to go back first.

As soon as I walked to the edge of the village, a house turned on the lights, and there was a lot of noise, and the voices of village women yelling could be heard from afar.

"What happened?" My heart tightened, and I vaguely remembered that the house with the light on seemed to be the house of the bereaved aunt.

"Come on, let's go and have a look." Ghost Detective Xu said in a low voice.

The noise in the middle of the night woke up many villagers, and one after another, some houses were lit up.

As they get closer, the noisy voices over there can be vaguely heard.

"His aunt is missing, look for it quickly, you are crazy, don't do stupid things."

"Sister-in-law Wang, have you seen his aunt?"

I was taken aback for a moment and quickened my pace. There was already a circle of people over there, and the neighbors all woke up and walked out of the door with their clothes on.

When I walked over, a dark-skinned rural sister-in-law, out of breath, ran over, panting.

"Jumped... jumped into a well..."

A villager grabbed the sister-in-law and hurriedly asked: "Who jumped into the well, tell me clearly!"

"I was a step late in catching up and ran over, just in time to see that his aunt jumped into the well."

Sister-in-law Hei panted heavily, bent over and supported her knees with her hands, and spoke in a hurried tone.

"Which well did you jump into, hurry up and save someone." My eyelids twitched, and I walked over quickly.

"The dry well in the east of the village can't be rescued, it's too deep." Sister-in-law Hei raised her head, and seeing that I was a stranger, she froze for a moment, then shook her head and answered.

I turned around and exchanged glances with Ghost Detective Xu, feeling that this matter is really a bit strange.

It was an astonishing coincidence that Uncle Ping paid his respects to the fake grave, and then the aunt jumped into the well and committed suicide.

We followed the mighty villagers to the dry well at the east end of the village and took a look. It was quiet inside without any sound.

The villagers gathered around the dry well and talked about it, but they couldn't come up with any solution. They shook their heads and sighed, and they all dispersed.

I frowned and was about to leave when a voice behind me stopped me.

Looking back, I saw the little old man standing beside the abandoned house with his hands behind his back, his eyes looked extraordinarily deep in the night.

"You were here just now, why didn't you stop the auntie?" I hurried over, staring at the other person's eyes and asking.

"Which eye of yours sees that I will die?" The little old man gave me a strange look and asked back.

I was at a loss for words, yes, the other party might have just arrived, but this guy is very weird, I can only believe half of what he says.

"You have also seen this matter. I suspect that old man Ping is playing tricks. He is looking for a substitute for his daughter." After the little old man finished speaking, he ignored my questioning, turned around and left.

I watched the back of the little old man disappear into the night, and felt that this village by the Yellow River seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist.

(End of this chapter)