dragon hunter

Chapter 371
Due to Lao Liu's affection, and the fact that the Ruan family may belong to the lineage of Tu Hu, I ignored Zhen Qingyi's dissuasion and planned to visit the old house of the Ruan family.

Fang Xiaomei and Fang's second brother wanted to stay and take care of the old Fangtou. It happened that Fang Jianguo was familiar with the old house of the Ruan family, so he took us there.

When I walked out of Fang's small courtyard, I took out my phone and checked the time. It was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

"Qingyi, why don't you go back to the hotel to rest first?" I looked at Zhen Qingyi with concern.

"No, I'd better go with you." Zhen Qingyi shook his head.

Fatty Wang likes to watch the excitement, so he also followed, pulling Lao Fang to ask questions along the way.

According to Lao Fang, the old house of the Ruan family is located in the east of the town, and the location is a bit remote. Since the reputation became famous, even the few nearby families have all moved out.

It may be due to the lack of human habitation here, the weeds are overgrown, and the surrounding vegetation looks ghostly.

Fatty Wang became more and more silent as he walked, his oily and fat face became serious, uncharacteristically, he stopped making noise.

"Old Fang, where is the old house of the Ruan family?" Fatty Wang asked suddenly.

"That's right, did you see the big courtyard in front, that's the old house of the Ruan family." Lao Fang pointed forward.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Fatty Wang's face suddenly darkened, and I was curious, and asked, "Fatty, are you here?"

Fatty Wang looked gloomy, nodded, and said, "I came here with Qian Chuanzi in the afternoon. He pointed at the house and said there were many antiques in it. He tricked me into going in. Fortunately, Fatty was careful."

I focused my gaze, and found that I had underestimated that rogue-headed guy. I didn't expect him to harbor such evil intentions besides being greedy for money.

"We have no grievances with that guy, why would he harm Fatty?" Zhen Qingyi said angrily.

"Fatty also wants to know, his sister, don't let me meet that bastard." Fatty Wang said through gritted teeth.

"Are you talking about a short and thin guy nicknamed Qian Chuanzi?" Lao Fang asked suddenly.

"Yeah, you know that guy?" I turned my face and cast my eyes on Lao Fang.

"How do you guys know him? That guy is a disaster in our Panlong Town." Lao Fang smacked his lips and shook his head.

"Oh?" I raised my tone slightly, and then turned my gaze to Fatty Wang.

"Isn't that Qian Chuanzi an antique dealer?" Zhen Qingyi frowned slightly.

"Who did you hear that he was dealing in antiques? Everyone in our town knows that he is involved with human traffickers, which is bad and insidious." The old Fangyu was angry.

With a half-smile, I glared at Fatty Wang. It's okay for this guy to be timid and fearful. He doesn't even have the basic knowledge of people. He deserves to be almost deceived.

Fatty Wang had a chubby face, swollen to the color of a pig's liver, and his nose was gasping like an angry wild boar, panting non-stop.

"It's thanks to Lao Fang who knows his background, but he doesn't know about that guy, so what's wrong with him." I sighed.

Fatty Wang couldn't hold back his face, roared angrily, slapped his chest and swore that next time he met Qian Chuanzi, he would beat him until his parents didn't know him.

Although we were talking about Qian Chuanzi, we didn't stop, and before we knew it, we had already reached the gate of the old house of the Ruan family.

"Hiss, there's a lot of yin inside." Fatty Wang gasped.

I squinted my eyes and looked at this dilapidated house with a bad reputation. The vast area and elegant architectural style showed its prosperity in the past.

"This place is surrounded by mountains and rivers, so it was quite suitable for living, but because of the reputation of the old house of the Ruan family, no one dares to come here now." Lao Fang sighed.

I glanced around and did not speak. From the perspective of Feng Shui, the location and layout of the old house of the Ruan family were correct.

Ordinarily, such a fine house can at least guarantee the happiness and well-being of the head of the household, so what is the reason that the whole family wiped out the house?

"I'll go in and have a look first, you guys are waiting outside." After I finished speaking, I walked towards the old wooden door.

Zhen Qingyi called me from behind, and seeing me turn around, her lips moved, and finally she didn't say anything to stop her, but just told me to be careful.

I made a reassuring gesture to her, turned around, and continued walking towards the old house of the Ruan family.

Before the person approached, I felt a rush of resentment. I frowned slightly. After decades, the resentment has not dissipated. This is not a good sign.

Gently pushing open the dilapidated wooden door, I stepped over the threshold and approached this once beautiful house.

Perhaps because of the lack of popularity, this house looks extraordinarily cold. Under the quiet moonlight, you can even see a faint white mist on the ground.

My heart tightened, the white mist was not the water vapor caused by the temperature difference, but the resentment fog that appeared after the resentment became strong to a certain extent.

"It is indeed a fierce place." I frowned and said to myself, "But it still doesn't make sense. Even if the resentment fog possesses the body, at most it will be seriously ill. What are the reasons for those strange ways of death?"

I secretly raised my vigilance and walked towards the depths of the house step by step.

The resentful fog around felt the anger of a living person, floating towards this side like a living thing.

I stepped on the Kuai Dou step, which stimulated the yang fire in my shoulders. With the current level of yang energy in my body, my shoulders are like two little suns.

The resentful fog approaching seemed to have seen something terrible, and they all avoided to the sides.

I found nothing in the courtyard, so I walked towards the wing room in the backyard, trying to figure out if I could crack the secret of this house's notorious reputation.

At the same time, I have a little luck in my heart, if the Ruan family is really the inheritance left by the ancestors back then, and I found some ancient books related to the inheritance in the house, that would be great.

Of course, this possibility is too slim. Right now, I just want to know why old Fangtou will be contaminated with evil spirits once he enters the house.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but I saw a white shadow flashing past in the corridor opposite.

My heart tightened, ordinary people may still have hallucinations, but with my level of cultivation, I will definitely not be dazzled.

"This house is really weird." I muttered to myself, and while continuing to move forward, I took out the hooked jade sword from my waist and held it in my hand.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound behind him.

I turned my head and saw that decayed door closed automatically, and a faint cry of a woman echoed in the courtyard.

I sneered in my heart, if someone else came over and saw this scene, I would probably be so scared that I would pee my pants.

However, this kind of pediatric method can't even make my heart beat faster, let alone feel frightened.

Holding the Gouyu sword in my hand, I walked towards the wing where the white shadow disappeared, wanting to see who was hiding in the dark and pretending to be a ghost.

A few steps ahead, I stopped, and just now, an invisible evil spirit rushed towards my face.

I mobilized the yang energy in my body to dispel the evil spirit that invaded my body, and my expression became a bit dignified. The evil spirit came so suddenly that even I didn't see what it meant.

The woman's cry was illusory, distant and near.

I suppressed the contempt in my heart, my back was slightly tense, I glanced around, and slowly leaned towards the opposite side.

It was quiet all around, the woman's cry suddenly disappeared, and only my footsteps remained in the dilapidated house.

The windows of the opposite wing were covered with white window paper, but because no one took care of them, they were dilapidated and mixed with cobweb dust.

This is an old courtyard with a history of at least 200 years, with wooden doors and windows, completely in the architectural style of the past.

I stepped lightly, walked to the side room, stretched out a hand, and gently pushed open the wooden door that was concealed.

"I died so badly!" A ghostly voice sounded in the room.

My eyelids twitched, and I stared at the white figure hanging from the beam. Her face was covered by her long hair, so I couldn't see her face clearly.

Drops of blood fell from the woman in white, staining the ground red.

"That's enough, put away your tricks, it's a waste of effort." I frowned and scolded.

The Youyou ghost crying in the room suddenly stopped, and the woman's hands and feet visibly trembled. It was probably my performance, which was completely unexpected.

"Did you come down by yourself, or did I take you down?" I frowned and stared at the figure.

The figure hanging on the beam was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hands, grabbed the rope, and jumped off by himself.

The messy long hair was pulled off by the other party and thrown aside, revealing the true face of the figure in white. It was a pretty young girl.

"Are you really not afraid of ghosts?" The pretty girl looked at me with vigilance and curiosity in her eyes.

"Little girl, you've watched too many ghost movies, what are you doing here?" I asked back.

In fact, the moment I saw the other party, I knew that the person hanging from the beam was a person and not a ghost. How could there be a ghost with yang energy?
The pretty girl is like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, pointing at me angrily, her tone is as sharp as a machine gun: "You are the girl, and your whole family is the girl."

I frowned, and decided to teach the other party a lesson, lest she think that her teeth are sharp, so she can open her mouth to spit on others.

After silently reciting a mantra, my eyes were as red as blood, and a layer of black mist rose from my face.

"Ghost!" The pretty girl screamed, and hid her head against the wall, trembling.

I was stunned. Seeing her tricks, I thought she was a very courageous wild girl, but I didn't expect to be frightened like this by a small trick.

The girl seemed to be really frightened, she buried her head in her arms, curled up in the corner of the wall like an ostrich.

I can't laugh or cry, I have business to do here, and I don't have time to tease a little girl, so I coughed, "What, get up and talk, who are you, why are you here?"

"This is my ancestral home, why can't I come, who are you, why do you just enter other people's homes?" The pretty girl seemed to realize that I was not a ghost, and she became bolder again.

"Didn't you say that the Ruan family members are all dead?" My eyes were full of puzzlement.

"Bah, bah, bah, can you build up some virtue when you speak, who's whole family is dead, can you have some quality?" The pretty girl was sharp-tongued.

Before the words were finished, a figure meandered down from the beam, with the head of a man and the body of a snake, with a pair of green pupils, indifferent and ruthless.

(End of this chapter)