dragon hunter

Chapter 288
I don't know much about the Lang family, so I was listening from the sidelines and couldn't get in the way.

"Brother Zhang, can you accompany me to the mass grave?" Lang Xingsong turned his face and looked at me.

"In the middle of the night, what are you going to do in such an unlucky place?" Fatty Wang muttered, a little reluctantly.

"Brother Lang, do you want to find out the origin of that ghost boy?" My heart moved and I asked.

"Yes, I'm always a little worried if I don't take a look in person." Lang Xingsong nodded.

I turned around and looked behind me. The paper hearse was parked there quietly. There was no means of transportation, so I couldn't go to Cheng Lang's old house for the time being.

It's better to find out why that ghost boy who is suspected to be the ancestor of the Lang family appeared here.

The mass grave is not far ahead, it is the direction that the ghost boy fled, it is deserted and there is no light to be seen.

A group of us walked there vigilantly, but we didn't encounter any lonely ghosts along the way.

Fatty Wang shrank his head and hid behind me, muttering, not knowing what he was muttering.

"Did you smell anything?" Lang Ying asked sideways.

"Rotten smell?" I sniffed, and felt that the air around me was filled with a rotten smell.

Fatty Wang turned on the flashlight function of his mobile phone and pointed forward. A dilapidated coffin lay in front of us.

The coffin looked very old, the wood had rotted, and the stench came from the coffin.

Lang Xingsong walked in the front, took a few strides to the side of the coffin, looked inside with his head, and said, "If this corpse is bought and buried for a while, it might become a zombie."

I walked over quickly, squinted into the coffin, and saw a pitch-black dead body curled up inside.

A cold evil spirit rushed towards my face, blocked by the yang fire on my shoulders.

I frowned. I don't know where this coffin was dug out, and it was extremely evil.

"Look, how come there are still people living in such an unlucky place?" Fatty Wang exclaimed, pointing to the left.

My eyelids twitched, and I looked in the direction Fatty Wang pointed, and saw a square room standing quietly aside.

Just now it was far away and the light was not good. I thought that there would be absolutely no people living near this mass grave, but I didn't expect that someone would be so bold as to build a house here.

"There is no light inside, could it be an abandoned room?" Lang Ying said aside.

"Go over and have a look, and you'll know." Lang Xingsong opened his legs and walked over there.

"Brother Lang, isn't that a bit too reckless? Don't look at the house in this unlucky place." Fatty Wang muttered softly.

I didn't answer, I took the Gouyu sword in the other hand, and wiped the sweat from my palm on my trousers.

Lang Xingsong stopped in front of the house and didn't rush to knock on the door. I took a deep breath and trotted over.

Fatty Wang held up his mobile phone, wobbling like a fat penguin, and followed.

Although this guy said he wouldn't go in, but let him wait there alone, he definitely didn't have the guts to be a fool.

Although Lang Ying is a woman, she is much more courageous than Fatty Wang. From the beginning to the end, she was very calm.

With the light of my mobile phone, I looked at the opposite room. Judging from the yellowing and peeling wall paint, this room was at least decades old.

The door was ajar, and the steps in front were very clean and tidy, as if no one lived there.

The mobile phone's range of exposure was limited, and he couldn't see clearly what was in the room. Lang Xingsong took a deep breath, tensed his back, and walked towards the half-covered wooden door.

I followed closely behind Lang Xingsong, my heartbeat was a little too fast, and I knew with my toes that those who dare to live in such a place are definitely not ordinary people.

"Squeak!" The sound of the wooden door was especially piercing in the silence of the night.

"Is there anyone in the room?" Lang Xingsong stepped into the room and shouted loudly.

It was quiet inside, and there was no response.

I leaned out half of my body and looked inside. The tables, chairs and benches were all wiped clean. This place is absolutely impossible, it is an abandoned house.

Lang Xingsong looked around for a while, and asked again loudly, but there was still no response.

"The people who live here won't be harmed by ghosts, right?" Fatty Wang shrank his head and walked in.

I looked at the furnishings in the room, and there were some old tables, chairs and benches. Our location should be the main hall, with one left and one right, and there are two other rooms.

"It's so strange that the door is not closed at such a late hour." Lang Ying said to herself.

Lang Xingsong hesitated for a moment, walked towards the closed door beside him, knocked lightly on the door, but there was no response from inside.

A gust of wind blew by, and I smelled a faint rancid smell, which seemed to come from the room.

Lang Xingsong exerted his strength and pushed open the door. Fatty Wang held up his mobile phone and took pictures inside.

"My god, the fat man just said he shouldn't come in, it's too bad luck." Fatty Wang trembled, and the phone almost fell to the ground.

I stared at the figure sitting on the recliner in the room, frowning slightly. It was a skinny little old man, but he had obviously been dead for several days.

Lang Ying covered her nose with her hands and took a step back. After opening the door, the smell was a bit unpleasant.

I secretly scolded Fatty Wang for his crow's mouth, looking at the appearance of that little old man's death, it is really possible that he was killed by a ghost.

Lang Xingsong sighed, and was about to close the door, when a candle on the table ignited spontaneously without fire, and what ignited was a dark green flame.

A translucent figure floated out of nowhere in front of the candle, and under the light of the candle, his face was extremely green.

My pupils shrank slightly. This guy who appeared out of nowhere was exactly the same as the dead little old man. It should be the ghost of the other party.

The ghost of the little old man stared straight at us without speaking, which made people feel a little scared.

"What are you looking at, be careful that the fat man has saved you." Fatty Wang said with a stiff neck, relying on the crowd.

The little old man ghost, as if he didn't hear it, stood there motionless, with a pair of white eyes, but they didn't blink, staring straight at us.

I clenched the Gouyu sword in my hand, undecided in my mind, I didn't know if I should strike first, or if one more thing is worse than one less thing, I just pretended I didn't see anything and withdrew first.

"I've been a mausoleum guard for most of my life, and I've done nothing but hard work. Why do you want to kill me?" the little old man said suddenly.

"How come we killed you?" Lang Xingsong was taken aback, and subconsciously replied.

The ghost of the little old man seemed to have mental problems, ignored Lang Xingsong, and repeated what he said just now.

I focused my eyes and noticed a detail. When the little old man repeated it for the second time, the hostility on his body obviously increased a lot.

"Fatty, hurry up and recite the "Blessing of People." I stared at the ghost of the little old man, looked at it carefully, and said hastily.

Fatty Wang was somewhat reluctant, and after I gave him a stare, he murmured and began to recite the "Sacrifice of Human Beings".

The little old man was still staring at us, and after a while, he asked again, why did we kill him.

After asking for the third time, the hostility on the little old man's body intensified again, and his face was already a bit ferocious.

"He was bewitched and turned into a dead man." Lang Xingsong's voice was dignified.

"What is death in vain?" Lang Ying pursed her lips nervously and asked in a hurried tone.

In fact, when I asked Fatty Wang to recite the "Saving People", I already guessed that that little old man was most likely to be a death in vain.

According to the records of Broken Xiangjing, if a person has great resentment before death, and his soul is trapped, unable to turn around and reincarnate, it is possible that he will become a death in vain.

This kind of evil spirit is very difficult to deal with. It will often regard the first person you see after death as the murderer who killed you, and will not stop pestering that person.

In the miserable green candlelight, the little old man's ghostly expression became more and more ferocious, and his lips began to turn black and purple.

Just at this time, after Fatty Wang finished reading the "Saving the Human Sutra" for the first time, a layer of faint golden light enveloped the ghost of the little old man who was about to lose control.

In terms of targeting souls, the Zhumen secret technique does have its unique advantages.

Although the thin layer of golden light was quickly dispersed by the little old man's hostility, the hostility condensed on the opponent's body was obviously reduced a lot.

Seeing that this method is effective, I quickly made a formula and began to recite the mantra of clearing my heart in a low voice.

Lang Xingsong looked alert and stood aside to protect us.

I quickly finished reciting the heart-clearing mantra, a layer of white light enveloped the ghost of the little old man, and the hostility on the other party's body was reduced a bit again.

The flame of the candle on the table fluctuated a bit, releasing a trace of green sparks that merged into the brow of the ghost of the little old man.

In the blink of an eye, the hostility on the opponent's body suddenly increased several times.

"There's something wrong with that candle, put it out quickly." I was in the state of casting a spell, unable to separate myself, and said anxiously.

Lang Ying held the dagger tightly and rushed over. The ghost of the little old man on the opposite side moved, wanting to attack Lang Ying, but was suppressed by the golden light of the "Sutra of Salvation".

Lang Ying swung the dagger like a swift female leopard, cutting off the candle.

Without the weird candle playing a role in it, the hostility of the little old man's ghost was driven away bit by bit by Fatty Wang and I.

When I finished reciting the heart-cleaning mantra for the last time, the expression of the little old man's ghost was obviously relieved, and there were fluctuations in his dull eyes.

"Who are you and why are you in my house?" the little old man ghost asked.

I looked at the other person's expression, the little old man just woke up, I'm afraid he didn't know that he was dead.

The ghost of the little old man looked at us warily, turned his head to look around, saw his own corpse, and yelled in horror.

I sighed, and waited for the little old man's ghost to calm down a little before I explained the whole story in detail.

"You have no memory of who the murderer is?" Lang Xingsong interjected.

The ghost of the little old man frowned, lowered his head in thought, and after a while, slapped his thigh, raised his head, and said, "The murderer who killed me is the wild ghost of the mass grave. It has been very unsettled there for the past few years."

"Oh, how do you say it?" My heart moved, and I subconsciously felt that the soul of the deceased ancestor of the Lang family turned into an evil spirit was not an isolated incident.

"Oh, it's hard to say. Did you see the coffin outside?" The ghost of the little old man sighed.

I thought of the corpse that almost turned into a zombie in the coffin, and immediately asked what was going on.

"I dug out that coffin." The words of the little old man's ghost made us all stunned.

(End of this chapter)