dragon hunter

Chapter 289

Hearing that the rotten coffin we met outside was actually dug out by the little old man, I hurriedly asked the reason.

The ghost of the little old man didn't answer in a hurry, but began to talk about his life experience.

It turned out that since the old man's grandfather, their family has been the guardian of the tomb.

Speaking of the profession of mausoleum guardian, it can be regarded as one of the professions of eating shady food, but with the rise of cremation, this profession has gradually declined.

"When I was young, my grandfather told me that I was destined to be a lone star and that I would not live to be 20 years old. Therefore, since I was ten years old, I have followed my grandfather to guard the tomb." The ghost of the little old man recalled.

I was taken aback when I heard this, and stared at each other.

The other party was indeed the murderer of Lone Star, but this appearance has been gradually resolved, and it is almost impossible to see it if one does not examine it carefully.

"If I hadn't become a mausoleum guard, I wouldn't have lived to be 20 years old." The ghost of the little old man said with a bit of embarrassment.

Hearing this, I suddenly remembered that due to the characteristics of the job of the mausoleum guardian, most of the people in the profession of eating shady food seek wealth from other sources, while the mausoleum guardian is just the opposite.

Most of these people who are willing to stay with their graves are born with incomplete personalities, and they do this job in order to seek a blessing and make up for their missing personalities.

"In this way, I guarded these solitary graves, and spent most of my life in a mediocre manner, but on a stormy night, something happened in the mass grave." The ghost of the little old man was terrified.

"What change?" Lang Xingsong asked impatiently.

Fear flashed in the eyes of the little old man's ghost, and he fell into memories, his tone was a little misty.

"That night, there was a heavy rain, I went to bed early, and was awakened by thunder in the middle of the night." The little old man's ghost narrated.

I didn't speak, just stared at each other, guessing in my mind what happened next.

"I woke up in the middle of the night and was shocked when I saw a figure standing outside the window." The voice of the ghost of the little old man trembled.

"You live by guarding the grave, why are you so timid?" Fatty Wang muttered.

"I'm a human being with emotions and desires, so of course I'm afraid." The little old man glared at Fatty Wang, and then continued, "I got up with my clothes on, and when I walked to the window, my calves were trembling."

"Who is standing outside?" Lang Ying asked curiously.

"I don't know. When I opened the window, there was nothing outside except the rainstorm." The ghost of the little old man said faintly.

"But, after I closed the window, that figure appeared again." The little old man's body trembled when he said this.

"Then what happened afterwards?" Unknowingly, I fell into the other party's story.

"To be honest, I have never seen a ghost after guarding the mausoleum for most of my life, but that time, I was really scared, and I didn't dare to sleep all night." The little old man was talking.

"The next day, I got up to weed the solitary grave, but was startled by the sight of the mass grave." The little old man's ghost paused at this point.

"Oh, what's the point, what did you see?" Fatty Wang asked impatiently.

Just as the ghost of the little old man was about to speak, there was a loud thunder outside, followed by the sound of pattering rain.

"It's exactly the same. The situation that night was exactly the same as it is now." The eyes of the little old ghost were full of fear.

"Really, there won't be a black shadow outside the window after a while?" Fatty Wang muttered.

I frowned. The moon was shining just now, but now it was raining heavily. Something was wrong with the weather.

"Look out of the window!" Lang Ying pointed at the window tremblingly.

I looked sideways and saw a figure standing outside the window, looking very strangely.

"My god, I was really hit by the fat man." Fatty Wang shrank his neck and hid behind us.

"Let's see what is causing the trouble." Lang Xingsong frowned, and strode towards the window.

I held the Gouyu sword tightly, stared at the window, and my arm muscles were slightly tense.

Standing by the window, Lang Xingsong took a deep breath and opened the window abruptly.

Lang Ying took out her mobile phone, and at the same time, took a photo outside.

Outside the window, it was raining heavily, and there were no ghosts.

I fixed my eyes, walked over quickly, leaned out half of my body cautiously, and looked around, but found nothing.

"It's really weird." I muttered, standing by the window and meditating.

Lang Xingsong waited for a while, and seeing that there was no movement outside the window, he stretched out his hand to close the window.

Remembering what the little old man said just now, we all held our breath and stared at the window, wanting to see if that figure would appear again.

"It...appeared again!" Fatty Wang stammered a bit.

Without any hesitation, with a flick of my wrist, the Gouyu sword shot towards the window.

There was a sound of glass breaking, and the Gouyu sword flew into the rainstorm with a green light, and there was no one outside the window.

I recalled the Gou Yujian and stared at the figure that disappeared again, feeling that this was too weird.

"Fatty thinks that this place is too evil. Let's evacuate as soon as it dawns." Fatty Wang, a coward, backed off again.

"Hey, where's the little old man?" Lang Ying turned around and shouted in surprise.

My eyelids twitched, and I turned around suddenly, and saw that the place where the little old man ghost was standing just now was empty.

The candle fell on the ground and broke into two pieces. The other party mysteriously disappeared under our noses.

"Fatty, have you noticed how the little old man disappeared?" I stared at Fatty Wang and asked.

"I was looking out the window, I didn't pay attention." Fatty Wang scratched his head in confusion.

I took out the compass and stared at the pointer on it, but I couldn't see anything unusual.

"Be careful!" Lang Ying screamed from behind.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a black shadow and rushed over.

Because the distance was too close, I had no time to react, and a disgusting rancid smell made me almost vomit.

In sight, the little old man's face covered with corpse spots appeared.

I was startled, I don't know what's going on, is the little old man just pretending from beginning to end?

"The corpse was tampered with, devoured the old man's soul, and turned into a ghost." Lang Xingsong hurried to help.

I forcefully lifted the rotting corpse, took a few steps back, and opened the distance.

Ghosts are a very special kind of evil, unlike zombies, they can switch between reality and reality.

"Could it be that figure outside the window..." A thought flashed through my mind like lightning.

I suddenly understood that the figure outside the window must be Gui Xian!
Seeing the little old man rushing again, I raised my arm and stabbed at the opponent's lower abdomen.

Gouyu sword pierced a phantom, the figure of the little old man gradually faded in front of me, and then disappeared without a trace.

I threw a handful of burning talisman papers forward, and looked around vigilantly.

The space on the side fluctuated, and a dry hand stretched out from the void and grabbed my neck.

A cold light flashed, and the withered arm fell to the ground.

Lang Ying held the dagger in both hands, panting slightly, thanks to her shot, Guichan was able to leave Guichan's arm.

My forehead was cold, I raised my head, just in time to see a drop of blood fall.

"He wants to escape!" I threw the Gouyu sword upwards.

The low-level ghosts have no independent thinking ability, and do things completely by instinct.

With the help of the little old man's corpse, the newly born ghost, after losing one arm, the instinct to escape gained the upper hand.

The Gouyu sword pierced an object, and Ghost Chan, who was sticking to the roof like a spider, emerged and fell down with a "snap".

I stared at the corpse on the ground and sighed. If I had discovered the anomaly earlier, the little old man would not have been devoured.

A series of lightning flashed outside the window. I turned my face and saw a figure in white standing quietly in the rainstorm.

I was startled, and before I could react, the figure in white disappeared suddenly.

"That ghost has already given birth to wisdom, it is a high-level ghost." Lang Xingsong said solemnly.

"It's really strange. Generally, ghosts like ghosts have a chance of being born only in extremely fierce ancient battlefields. How can such evil things appear in a mere mass grave?" I muttered to myself.

"There is also a possibility that the Jedi who goes against the dragon and rushes backwards will also breed ghosts." Lang Xingsong said with a frown.

I pursed my lips tightly and didn't speak. Against the dragon and backwards is a very rare feng shui pattern, which belongs to the Jedi of great evil.

"How about the specifics? We'll have to wait until dawn and go to the mass grave to have a look." Lang Xingsong looked at the heavy rain outside the window.

"Uncle, how far is it from here to our Lang family's old house?" Lang Ying asked from the side.

"If it's walking, it will take more than two hours." Lang Xingsong said after a moment of thought.

There was a flash of lightning and a deafening thunder, which startled us.

After the thunder, there was a dull sound in the distance, as if something had collapsed.

"No, that's the sound of mudslides. That location is in the direction of the old house." Lang Xingsong exclaimed.

"How is it possible, uncle, didn't you say that the old house was built in the land of Longxun, and it was impenetrable?" Lang Ying looked surprised.

"That's right, how could there be a landslide in the land of Longxun, something must have happened to the old house." Lang Xingsong's face was heavy.

I haven't been to the Lang's old house, so I can't talk, staring at the pouring rain outside the window, I always feel that the air of the earth veins here is a bit depressing.

It rained heavily all night, and we made do with the night in the house.

It is strange to say that this heavy rain came suddenly and stopped without warning. The rain stopped just as the sky brightened.

Because we had something in mind, we ate something in a hurry, and we headed towards the mass grave.

Before he walked in, he saw a mess over there, large and small grave mounds were all dug up, and coffins and bones were scattered everywhere.

"Who is so wicked that he even digs the graves of extinct households." Fatty Wang said beside him.

I took a few steps closer, looked at the cracked mounds, lowered my head and thought for a while, and took out the compass.

After calculating with my fingers for a moment, I raised my head in shock and said in a shocked tone: "These lonely graves were not dug up by people."

"That's strange. Could it be that these grave bags can be opened by themselves?" Fatty Wang curled his lips.

"You are really right. These graves were all opened by yourself." I said with a heavy tone.

(End of this chapter)