dragon hunter

Chapter 235 The Mystery of the Ominous Well
Just when we were suspicious of this small village, an accident happened again.

A villager drove a tractor and passed by the weir pond, and the wheels behind it slipped on the dirt.

The dirt road beside the weir pond suddenly collapsed a small piece, the tractor lost its balance, and people and vehicles rolled over into the weir pond.

"Don't stand still, go and save people." Without much hesitation, I subconsciously ran towards the Yantang.

After a string of blisters burst out, half of the tractor's wheels remained above the water, but the villagers driving the tractor never surfaced.

"Did it get crushed under the water by a tractor?" Ghost Detective Xu followed closely behind.

There are already villagers who discovered the accident here and ran towards this side yelling.

I stood by the weir pond and hurriedly took off my shoes. It had been half a minute, and I didn't see the villager showing his head, probably being pinned down by the tractor.

"Plop!" There was a big splash on the surface of the water. I threw myself into the weir pond, took a deep breath, and groped under the tractor.

When I touched an arm, I didn't dare to pull it hard. I squinted my eyes and explored around with my hands. The villager's leg was indeed crushed by the tractor carriage.

Feeling a little stuffy in my chest, I floated towards the surface of the water, and when my head came out of the water, I saw a circle of people surrounded by the pond.

"Both his legs are being held down by the carriage, so he has to find a way." I wiped the water off my face and said loudly.

"It's too late, look around." Fatty Wang turned pale and pointed to the water.

I was taken aback for a moment, then smelled a strong smell of blood, looked down and saw that the water around me was blood red.

Not far away, a large splash of water splashed, and several strong young men in their early twenties jumped down one after another.

Several people worked together, and after a lot of effort, the villagers who were crushed under the tractor were pulled out.

However, I didn't feel any joy in my heart, because the villager's face was pale, and he had already turned into a cold corpse due to excessive blood loss.

After this happened, I was not in a good mood, my whole body was wet, and my clothes felt uncomfortable, so I greeted and walked towards the living yard.

When I returned to the room, the two girls from the next door came in and saw that I was completely soaked with blood on my body, so they questioned me in surprise. After hearing what had just happened, they were all stunned.

Later, Li Xiaolei told me the bad news that Ping Bo had disappeared.

I froze for a moment, and asked, did Uncle Ping go to work in the fields? His home is here, so where can he go?

Li Xiaolei shook her head, saying that when Uncle Ping woke up, he walked into the room with a confused look on his face and didn't come out.

She felt a little strange, so she pretended to come to the door to inquire, but when she opened the door, the room was empty, and there was no ghost.

"We've been watching him all the time. He didn't go out at all, he just disappeared in the room." Zhen Qingyi added from the side.

I frowned all of a sudden, feeling that things were troublesome. Normally, Ping Bo's memory of before and after hypnosis should be a blur, but he couldn't be prepared for surprises.

"The furniture in that room is simple. We have searched for it. A big living person just disappeared out of thin air." Li Xiaolei's face was serious.

"Is there a secret passage in the room, or a cellar?" I asked a little unwillingly.

"No, I've searched for it with secret techniques, and I can't trace Uncle Ping's breath nearby." Li Xiaolei frowned.

Footsteps came from outside the door, Ghost Detective Xu and Fatty Wang walked in, seeing that the atmosphere in the room was not right, they immediately asked.

My whole body was sticky and uncomfortable, so I took my clothes and went to the next room to wash and change.

When I changed my clothes and went out, I happened to see Ghost Detective Xu and the others coming out of Pingbo's room.

Seeing my questioning gaze, Ghost Detective Xu looked serious and shook his head, indicating that everyone didn't find anything.

"Maybe we are thinking too much. Maybe the old man will come back by himself when it's time for dinner." Fatty Wang said heartlessly.

I ignored Fatty Wang, stretched out my hand and rubbed the space between my brows, feeling that things were getting more and more difficult.

Today, Ping Bo, who is the only one who knows where the "Old Ghost of the Yellow River" lives, suddenly disappeared, and the mysterious "Old Ghost of the Yellow River" has never shown up. The whole matter has come to an impasse.

The most fatal thing is that we are blinded by the curse on our body, not only do we not know how to get rid of it, we don't even know the name of the curse.

Uncle Ping didn't show up until after dinner. This old farmer seemed to have evaporated from the world.

Everyone gathered around the table and discussed it, but couldn't figure it out.

I opened my eyes and looked at the faces of the companions around me. My heart was heavy. Some thin black threads had already appeared on everyone's faces.

Before I find a way to crack it, I can only use a stupid method to bless everyone with the Wuding Wujia Seal.

After some busy work, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening, my forehead was covered with sweat, and I was panting heavily from exhaustion.

"Hey, look at the laptop screen, what is that?" Fatty Wang screamed, pointing at the laptop.

I looked towards the laptop screen, the surveillance on it was still on, and I saw a figure crawling out of the ancient well in the east of the village.

My scalp was numb, looking at this familiar scene, staring at the screen, wanting to see who crawled out of that ominous well this time.

"Mother, don't scare the fat man, how could it be him?" Fatty Wang's voice trembled.

"How is it possible? Isn't he dead? The body is still lying at home." Ghost Detective Xu looked in disbelief.

I didn't speak, I turned my head and ran out the door. The well must be weird, and there must be some secrets hidden in this village.

"Where are you going, wait for us." Zhen Qingyi shouted from behind.

The villager who died in the Yantang, I vaguely remember the location of his house, and the blowing and blowing there in the afternoon has never stopped.

The villagers rested early, and it was pitch black outside. I was running on the dirt road in the village, and I heard the sound of chaotic footsteps behind me. It should be my companion who was chasing me.

I didn't stop, and ran to the courtyard with the word "mourning", and there were still white paper banners hanging inside, but it was very quiet at the moment.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the half-covered door and walked in. The yard was very cold and there was no ghost.

A gust of night wind blew by, and the white paper banners hanging on the trees in the yard rattled.

"This place is full of ghosts. If something happens in a while, sister Xiaolei, you must hide behind Fat Brother." Fatty Wang's shameless voice came from behind.

I went straight to the main room, and there was a mourning hall inside. By the faint candlelight, I could see a dark coffin lying there quietly.

"Look in the coffin, if the body is still there." Ghost Detective Xu and I wanted to go together.

As soon as I entered the mourning hall, a gust of wind blew by, and the candles went out all of a sudden.

"Ah!" Zhen Qingyi's suppressed exclamation came from behind.

My heart tightened, I looked around on guard, took out the lighter to light it up, stretched my arms, and looked into the coffin.

"Empty?" Ghost Detective Xu took a step forward and stood beside me.

The coffin was empty, and the villager's body was gone. Thinking of the figure crawling out of the well, a chill rose from his back.

There were footsteps outside the yard. We all turned our heads nervously, and saw the villager who had drowned in the weir pond walk in with a pale face and doubts on his face.

"Oh my god!" The villager was startled when he saw us.

"What are you doing, why did you make my house like this and curse me to death?" the villagers asked nervously, looking around.

We glanced at each other and felt that this scene was absurd and weird. It was too ironic for a dead guy to keep asking if we were cursing him to death.

Perhaps our silence emboldened the villager, who came over and grabbed Fatty Wang, spitting all over the place.

"You strangers, what do you mean? Is there such a slut? Did I recruit you or did I provoke you?" The villager's spittle wanted to spray Fatty Wang's face.

"Come on, do the fat man's shit, let's see if you are a human or a ghost." Fatty Wang pushed the villager away, widened his eyes, and looked at the villager.

This time it stabbed a hornet's nest, the villager got up, rushed over and tore with Fatty Wang, cursing and swearing.

Fatty Wang is a coward, even if he is in danger, he is cowardly and arrogant. On weekdays, he is still arrogant.

This guy is strong and strong, and he knocked the villagers over with a few slaps. He rushed to chase and beat him, but I grabbed him.

After watching for a while, I didn't see any trace of ghost from the villager. Except for his pale face, he seemed to be a living person.

The villagers glared at us bitterly, cursed, and ran out in a hurry.

"What's going on here? How can a dead person come back to life?" Ghost Detective Xu frowned, puzzled.

"The problem still lies in the ancient well in the east of the village." My eyes were deep in thought, and my voice was dignified.

Not long after, there was a lot of noise outside the yard, and a circle of people surrounded by hula la.

The villager who came back from the dead rushed in, pointed at us, and said, "Look, it's these foreigners who made my house like this and even beat people."

A few strong boys followed the villager, ran into the yard, glanced around, pointed at us and yelled at us, saying that we were setting up mourning halls in other people's homes, and there was smoke coming out of the wicked belt.

Looking at this ridiculous scene, I wanted to cry and laugh, but I didn't know how to speak.

Those young guys looked very familiar. Together with them, I fished up the villager from the weir pond.

Moreover, most of the mourning halls in this yard were arranged by themselves, but they seemed to have forgotten all of them in a blink of an eye.

The villagers on the opposite side were excited and scolded more and more fiercely, their expressions gradually became ferocious, and more and more people gathered outside the yard.

"This village is evil, let's evacuate as soon as possible?" Seeing that there were so many people on the opposite side, Fatty Wang was frightened at once, and leaned over and whispered.

A small hand tightly grasped my arm. I looked sideways and saw Zhen Qingyi's nervous face and worried eyes.

I patted Zhen Qingyi's hand, said a few words of comfort, and rubbed the center of my brows. I felt very headache about the scene in front of me.

(End of this chapter)