dragon hunter

Chapter 39

Longwa Village is not far away, only two hills away from the county seat, but the road is very difficult, with twists and turns, all of which are winding mountain roads.

I drove off early in the morning, bumped for two or three hours, and arrived near noon.

"It's such a bad place. There's not even a decent road. It hurts my back." Fatty Wang squeezed out of the car door.

"There seems to be a funeral going on over there." Li Xiaolei frowned.

There was an old elm tree at the intersection of the village, and a thin old man was squatting on a stone roller under the elm tree, smoking a cigarette with a dry tobacco pole in his hand.

I walked over, handed a cigarette, and asked the other party about the ghost hand.

The little old man held a cigarette in his hand, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, grinned, showing his black and yellow rotten teeth, "I'm looking for a ghost hand, unfortunately, the family has a funeral, I guess I can't take over the work."

"Who died in his family?" I squinted my eyes, looked at the family in the distance, and asked casually.

"His grandson, what a pity, the white-haired man gave away the black-haired man." The little old man smacked his lips with regret.

"What's going on? Tell us about it." I followed the other party's tone and asked about the situation of Guishou Zhang's family.

"That ghost hand Zhang, his ancestor is one of the best big families in our area, and his great-grandfather is said to be the last imperial doctor in the late Qing Dynasty." The little old man was bored and wished to talk a little more.

"But in Guishou Zhang's generation, the family business has been defeated for no reason, and the whole family has encountered disasters one after another." The little old man looked mysterious, "Do you know why?"

"Why?" I subconsciously asked.

"Everyone in the village said that he became a mortician, often dealt with dead bodies, and was haunted by grieving ghosts." The little old man lowered his voice, his tone a little grim.

"Body seamer?" My heart tightened, this is a very unlucky job, and it is almost extinct now.

"No, it's those family members who died violently and their bodies were broken and incomplete, so they will find the hands of ghosts." After the little old man finished speaking, he looked at us strangely.

"We have other business with him." I felt uncomfortable being seen by the other party, so I quickly explained.

"If it's not an important matter, it's best not to go, his house is very unlucky, I heard it's not clean inside." The little old man warned in a serious tone.

I didn't take it seriously, I glanced at it casually just now, the house of Guishouzhang has unusual geomantic omen, surrounded by mountains and rivers, it is a good auspicious house, it stands to reason that it is impossible to hide evil spirits.

"Don't you believe it, do you know how his eldest grandson died?" The little old man was very fond of showing off.

I shook my head and looked at the other person eagerly, waiting for the next sentence.

"Fell into the river and drowned." The little old man took two puffs of his cigarette, and said in a mysterious tone, "I heard that when someone saw him fall into the water, something pulled his feet."

"Then who else is there in his family now?" The second uncle came over and asked.

"His wife also died last year, leaving only a little granddaughter, poor thing." The little old man shook his head regretfully.

I was a little hesitant. In the other party's situation, it was inappropriate for us to come to the door, but that invisible curse was like a poisonous thorn in my heart.

"Let's go, let's check the situation first." The second uncle took two puffs of cigarettes and greeted me.

Ghost Hand Zhang's house has been around for quite some time. It is the kind of big house with three entrances in the past. It looks dilapidated, but it is very imposing.

There is a black wooden plaque hanging in front of the door, very simple and old.

The words "Xinglin Family" are mentioned on the wooden plaque, and the handwriting is flying and dancing, which should be written by a famous artist.

A group of idle village women gathered in front of the house, chatting with one another.

There is a row of wreaths beside the wall of the house, and several trumpet makers in sackcloth are playing and playing there.

"Fake corpse!" A shrill scream came from the yard.

There was a sound of chaotic footsteps, and a group of people came rushing out, all of them panicked.

"I just said that his family is evil, and something happened."

"Oh my god, I actually sat up. It must be because I couldn't reincarnate after death and became a grieving ghost."

"The ghost touched too many corpses, and they all died violently. They must have been entangled by the ghost."

The three aunts and six women in the village swarmed out of the courtyard, like a dog chasing after them, running fast.

In less than a quarter of an hour, all those who had gathered at the door to watch the fun ran away, and even the invited trumpet makers all ran away, and the courtyard became quiet inside and out.

"Hey, boy, I know you won't die with peace in mind." An old and hoarse voice contained endless sadness.

I paused, remembering the purpose of my trip, and walked into the yard.

"This house has been designed by an expert in Feng Shui, and it is definitely a good blessing house." The second uncle said behind me.

There is a mourning hall in the main hall. An old man with gray hair rests on the edge of the coffin with his hands slightly shrugging his shoulders.

I walked over hesitantly, and was about to speak, when I accidentally saw the scene inside the coffin, I was startled, and immediately swallowed the words that came to my lips.

A young man with a swollen face and a purple complexion sat upright in the coffin, his eyes were like dead fish.

What surprised me was that there was a cloud of black air in the boy's Yintang, the ink-like black air connected the eyebrows on both sides together, and looked like a big "one" from a distance.

"Horizontal stripes kill you, it's something wrong with the ancestral tomb." The second uncle's voice was heavy.

Guishou Zhang raised his head when he heard the voice, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked uncertain, "Who are you?"

When I saw the ghost hand's face, I subconsciously exclaimed, Fang Yintang was also full of black air, if we were a few days late, we probably wouldn't be able to see him.

"Squeak!" A black figure sprang out, with sharp-billed monkey cheeks and black hair all over its body. It was the mandrill I saw last time.

"Oh my god, this unlucky monkey was raised by you?" Fatty Wang muttered fussily.

The mandrill is psychic and seems to be able to understand human speech, bared its teeth, and glared at Fatty Wang.

"Xiao Hei, go back!" Ghost Shou Zhang frowned and scolded in a low voice.

The mandrill raised its paws at Fatty Wang, bared its teeth, and dashed into the room with a flash.

"You should have seen this jade tablet, right?" Second Uncle cut to the chase and took out the emerald green jade tablet.

"The secret map of the dragon's veins, so it's with you, and it's my house's property." Guishou Zhang looked excited.

Seeing that the other party wanted to take it, the second uncle squeezed his five fingers and took back the jade tablet in his palm.

"What's your purpose?" The ghost paused, his eyes full of surprise.

"I'll talk about the jade plaque later. This matter must be resolved immediately." The second uncle strode over to the coffin and pointed at the dead body's eyebrows.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, where they came from, and where they came back." The second uncle recited the mantra of passing away in a low voice.

The black air between the eyebrows of the corpse dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the distorted face became peaceful.

Afterwards, the corpse softened and lay upright, lying in the coffin with a calm expression.

"Thank you!" Guishou's eyes were complicated, and his voice was very hoarse and tired.

"It's easy to do, if it's convenient, tell me the story of this jade plaque." The second uncle said slowly.

The ghost took out a dry cigarette with his hand, lit it, squatted on the ground and took a sip, with memories in his eyes.

"It was many years ago, some strange things happened at home, and people were panicked. A physiognomist came to the door and said that he could help solve it..." Guishou Zhang whispered.

"Then the surname of the physicist is Yin?" I couldn't help but interjected.

"That's right. His name is Yin Changsheng. He was a sinister and vicious villain. I mistrusted him. His family was ruined." Ghost Zhang gritted his teeth.

"Yin Changsheng's target is probably your family's secret map of dragon veins?" I was shocked in my heart, and the broken clues were connected here.

"Yes, my ancestor once saved a Fengshui master. In return for saving his life, the other party gave my ancestor a secret map and asked him to bury his ancestor there, which can ensure the prosperity of the descendants for 300 years." Ghost Hand Zhang Hoarseness.

"Dragon's veins, a man is innocent, but pregnant is guilty." The second uncle said with emotion.

"This matter has always been a secret in our family. That Yin Changsheng didn't know where to find out about it. He stunned me with sorcery and took away the jade tablet handed down from our ancestors." blood red.

"You just let the other party destroy your ancestral grave?" I felt a little unbelievable. If it were me, I would definitely fight the other party desperately.

"The location of that dragon vein is very secret. It has to pass through a maze-like cave. Without the map on the jade tablet, I can't get through the cave." Ghost Hand opened his eyes with complicated eyes.

"Li Daitao is stiff, he took the Yu family's wealth, and used all means to steal the Zhang family's dragon veins, and even used taboo sorcery to bury himself alive. He deserves to be born with a grudge." The second uncle gritted his teeth.

"Not long after I lost the jade token, my family suffered misfortunes one after another. I searched for Yin Changsheng's whereabouts like crazy, and my hard work paid off. I finally found a clue." Guishou Zhang's voice was dry.

"At that time, he probably had already become popular, and there was nothing you could do. You became a mortician just to collect corpses?" The second uncle stared at the other's hand, with regret in his eyes.

It was only then that I realized that the ghost's open hand looked very terrifying. The veins on the back of the hand were exposed, and the fingers were as black as ink.

"That's right, I must return all the pain I have suffered to Yin Changsheng." The eyes of the ghost hand showed mad hatred.

There are many kinds of evil spirits, and corpse evil is undoubtedly the more evil one. If ordinary people are infected, they will suffer from a serious illness or die. .

Only a ghost who was born in a medical school and familiar with the muscles of the human body can extract such evil things as corpse spirits from dead corpses.

"Yin Changsheng has lost his soul." I briefly described what happened in Luoyang Village.

"It's what he deserves! He should be out of his wits and not reincarnated." Ghost Hand Zhang said with a hint of pleasure.

"Is it worth it? You have been invaded by the corpse, and you won't live long." The second uncle said with emotion.

"The ancestral grave is destroyed, even if I don't do it, how long can I live?" Guishou Zhang looked down on life and death, "Unfortunately, after preparing for so long, I couldn't take revenge with my own hands."

I looked at the life-severing stripes on his forehead and remained silent.

(End of this chapter)