dragon hunter

Chapter 396 Exploring the Old Street
After listening to the old Fangtou's story, I was silent for a long time, and finally heaved a long sigh. I didn't expect the other party to hide such a bizarre and tortuous experience under his ordinary appearance.

Although I feel sorry for him, I still don't agree with some of his behaviors.

"Then, your lover didn't die in childbirth, did he?" I asked with a sigh.

"Of course not. My sister died of depression and illness, and it was all because of him." The female ghost surnamed Ruan said through gritted teeth.

"I didn't expect this to happen. I really owed their sister a life, so it's okay to pay her back." The old Fangtou looked calm.

"You have finally figured it out now, and you are no longer obsessed with that painting?" I asked curiously.

"I'm tired. I have to pretend to be an ordinary person every day. In order to prevent others from discovering the fact that I won't age, I have to find ways to make myself grow old day by day. All of this is too tiring." Fangtou's tone was a bit vicissitudes.

I looked at him with some sympathy. To be honest, a long lifespan is a dream that most people can't dream of, but putting it on the old square will only make him more lonely and lonely.

His wish has been fulfilled, but in the process of fulfilling his wish, an innocent woman was implicated, and she even lost her life because of it. It was absolutely uncomfortable for him to think about it.

I opened my mouth, I don't know what to say, the other party doesn't need comfort, he has lived for so many years, there is no world situation that cannot be seen through.

On the other hand, the female ghost Xiu surnamed Ruan had a strange expression at this moment, she stared blankly at the old Fangtou, sometimes gritted her teeth, and sometimes smiled.

I stared at the other party for a long while, and realized something in my heart. Perhaps, this is an example of hatred born of love.

The old square head is not bad, and he was a painter in his previous life, he knew how to find beauty, and he has a bit of artistic temperament, which is very attractive to women in small towns.

Thinking back to the first time we met, the other party looked like a scruffy old farmer, and I realized that he might be really tired from life.

The old Fangtou patted the ashes on his body and stood up. He didn't look old at all now, with a calm expression, looking at the female ghost Xiu surnamed Ruan.

"In my life, there are two things that I feel the most guilty about." The old square man said while looking at the other party.

"The first is that you lied to your sister, and the second is that if I insisted on sending you back that day, you might not accidentally fall into the water and die." The old square head said sincerely.

The female ghost Xiu surnamed Ruan's expression fluctuated, she stared back at the other party in a daze, finally gritted her teeth in resentment, and disappeared in place.

I looked at the old square man who was many years younger, and I was really not used to it. Seeing that the female ghost surnamed Ruan never came back, I couldn't laugh or cry, thinking that even if I didn't intervene, the other party would probably give up at the last moment of.

"A woman's heart, a sea needle!" I sighed in my heart.

Old Fang turned around, with a wry smile on his face, and said: "You and I met by chance, but you saved me several times, I don't know how to thank you."

"After all, you have practiced for hundreds of years, why are you like an ordinary person, without any ability to protect yourself?" I asked with some doubts.

"After my lover passed away, I felt very guilty. I didn't want to live forever, so I sealed my abilities. Besides, I wasn't strong at all, I just lived a long time."

Before the old Fangtou finished speaking, wrinkles began to appear on his face, and he was aging rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What's going on?" I asked with some concern.

The old square man smiled nonchalantly, and said that I don't care about him, he probably won't have a good life for a few years, but there is one thing he has to remind me.

I asked suspiciously, what did he want to remind me of.

The old Fangtou said that it was about the Dao Festival, and he went there with the Ruan family girl this time just to confirm his guess.

I thought of old Fangtou, who entered the secret passage with the unconscious Ruan family girl outside, and he probably had his own reasons for doing so.

"You must be careful, I think the origin of the Grand Dao Festival is even weirder than mine." The old square head said solemnly.

I was stunned for a moment, I didn't expect the other party to say this, that Dao Ji was a guy who resurrected his soul, I already knew it.

Seeing me, the old Fangtou didn't take it seriously, and continued: "I suspect that he is neither a human, nor a ghost, nor a demon, but a kind of spirit!"

"Spirit?" My pupils shrank. Spirits are different from humans, ghosts and demons. They are life born from artifacts. They are very rare and difficult to deal with.

"Why do you have such a judgment?" I asked very puzzled.

Before, I always thought that the other party was a ghost who borrowed corpses to return to life, but the majestic and vast lightning technique of the other party made me suspicious. Ghosts absolutely hate thunder the most.

If the opponent is a spirit, that's another matter. Different spirits have different characteristics. Some spirits of artifacts are born to control thunder.

When the old Fangtou mentioned the spirit, it reminded me of Axin, the spirit of the soul jade bell, but the soul jade bell was borrowed by Mr. Lai some time ago, and I don't know what he used it for.

The spirit we are talking about now is somewhat similar to the weapon spirit in the soul jade bell, but not exactly the same, just like the difference between a dog and a jackal, one is naturally docile and the other is full of wildness.

"I have been observing Dao Ji for a long time, and I suspect that he is the spirit born in that ancient painting." Old Fangtou's tone was affirmative.

"Are you sure?" I fixed my eyes, and felt that what the old square said was a bit unbelievable.

The old Fangtou smiled conceitedly, and said: "When it comes to understanding ancient paintings, I can be said to be the person who understands ancient paintings best except for the master of ancient paintings."

I didn't speak, but what the other party said was very reasonable. He died copying ancient paintings, and he is indeed one of the people who understand ancient paintings best.

"Moreover, I feel that the other party has a faint connection with me. Several times when I encountered danger, it was all related to that person. But I don't know why, every critical moment, he would let me go again." Old Fang He frowned and said.

Old Fangtou's words moved my heart, and I thought of the place Qian Chuanzi mentioned, and an incredible possibility emerged in my heart.

"Do you remember where the art shop you opened in the past is?" I asked, staring at the old square.

The old square head was stunned, and after a while, he gave a wry smile and said, "It's been so many years, how could it still be there? When you say that, I'm also a little curious, what has changed over there? I went to see it."

"Go, go and see now." I said hurriedly.

If the guess in my heart is true, then the origin of the Dao Festival is about to come out.

When I walked outside the house, the unconscious little sister of the Ruan family was gone. I was stunned for a moment, wondering if she woke up and left by herself, or encountered some accident.

However, the talisman array on the ground did not warn, so the first possibility is more likely. I have urgent matters to confirm, and I can't take care of the other party for the time being.

Thanks to the slow development of the town, most of the architectural layouts have remained the same, otherwise the old Fangtou might not be able to find the location of the painting shop in the past.

"The changes are too great. This street has been completely renovated, but the layout has not changed." Old Fangtou sighed.

"It's been so many years, how could it not be the same." I said casually.

Actually, I was not peaceful at all, because the place Qian Chuanzi told me was also on this street.

The old square-headed fan stared, searching one by one, the shop he went to.

Back and forth, after walking several times, he finally stopped in front of an antique shop. He seemed a little uncertain, and looked at an old willow tree in front of the door.

"It should be this one." The old Fangtou said in an uncertain tone.

I stared blankly at the house number on the shop, then at the old square head, and finally sighed.

"What's wrong?" The old Fangtou didn't understand why I sighed.

"You are right, the other party is not only a spirit, but also has a great relationship with you." I replied with a wry smile.

"Why do you say that?" This time it was the old Fang's turn to ask me back.

"Remember when you vomited blood?" I asked, staring at the old square head.

"You're not saying that it's my blood that made the ancient painting come alive?" Old Fangtou's eyes widened.

"Nine times out of ten, this is the answer." I replied in a deep voice.

"Oh, then I really have become a sinner. I have heard more or less about what he is doing now." Old Fang's face was frowning.

"You come from the same origin as him, no wonder he wants to devour you, but he has scruples." I finally know why the old square head is so unlucky.

Now that I'm here, I naturally want to go into the shop to have a look. Qian Chuanzi said Dao Ji, he attaches great importance to this shop, and he will come here every once in a while, there must be some treasure hidden here.

Now that I know the truth, I naturally won't foolishly think that Dao Ji hid treasures here, but there is definitely a secret in this shop that he doesn't want outsiders to know.

The owner of the antique shop is a middle-aged man with a dull expression and not good at speaking. When he saw us coming in, he didn't take the initiative to greet us and just sat there blankly.

If it was normal, I would ignore it. At most, I thought that the other party would not do business, and the shop would close sooner or later.

Now, I know the secret of this shop, so I pay special attention to the boss.

After observing for a while, I was sure that the shop owner was just a mind-controlled puppet, like a robot, who would only passively answer some simple questions.

"The Great Dao Festival, what kind of secret is hidden in this shop?" I looked around at the items placed around, but I didn't see anything unusual for the time being.

Old Fangtou revisited his old place with a look of regret, feeling that things are right and people are wrong.

Although the owner of the shop is a controlled puppet with low sanity, he also has his advantages.

Anyway, the other party doesn't expect the store to be profitable, so it's perfectly appropriate to use a deadly puppet to guard the store.

I observed the puppet secretly, and found that the other party had been imprinted with mind. As long as the puppet warns, the Daojie will immediately notice it.

After finally discovering a flaw in the other party, I naturally don't want to startle the enemy. I have to figure out what secret the other party is hiding, right?

(End of this chapter)