dragon hunter

Chapter 397
I was not in the antique shop, and I noticed something unusual. When I was about to leave, a person sneaked in.

It was a middle-aged man who was dressed in rustic clothes and smelled of earth, with long and thin cheeks and thinning hair.

He was holding a worn-out cloth package in his arms, and he looked mysterious. He glanced at us vigilantly as soon as he entered the door.

I pursed my lips secretly, just looking at the other's black fingernails, I knew that this was a Tufuzi, and I didn't know which tomb. He stole something and secretly sold it.

"Boss, you gave me what you told me last time. After a lot of effort, I finally got it." The Tufuzi leaned towards the counter and said in a low voice.

I pretended not to care, admiring the antiques in the shop, but actually my ears were stunned, wanting to hear what they were talking about.

"I'm sorry, two guests, the shop is closed early today." The owner of the antique shop, contrary to his dull expression before, stood up and said to us.

I frowned unobtrusively, the more mysterious the other party was, the more it seemed that there was no silver 300 taels here.

Old Fangtou snorted coldly, speaking of it, this shop was still his at the beginning, but now it's a different place, to be chased away by others in his own shop, this feeling must be very uncomfortable.

The Tu Fuzi tightly held the cloth package in his arms and stared at us with vigilant eyes. It seemed that he would not say another word if we did not go out.

With a thought in my heart, I secretly placed a Listening Gu behind the shelf, greeted the old Fangtou, turned around and walked outside.

The old Fangtou glared at the two people in the antique shop, and walked out angrily.

I didn't go far, just stood at the corner of the antique shop, wanting to hear what the two people inside were talking about.

The old square head looked at my behavior a little strangely, and opened his mouth to ask, but I stopped him with my hand.

After we went out, the door of the antique shop was closed by the boss. Through listening Gu, I heard the conversation between the two inside.

"Did you really get the thing? Show me it quickly." The voice was a little eager.

"That's still wrong. There is nothing that Wang Chuanshan can't get in this area for several hundred miles, but the price that was negotiated at the beginning will not change, right?" It should be the native master who said this.

"As long as the item is correct, I will transfer the money to you immediately." The voice of the antique shop owner was trembling with excitement.

I frowned slightly as I listened to the conversation between the two in the shop through listening Gu.

The owner of the antique shop is obviously a puppet controlled by someone, and his every move is based on the master's instruction.

Speaking of which, the thing in the Tufuzi's hands may be what the master behind the shop, Shenglongguan Daoji, wanted.

I became a little interested in what the Tu Fuzi was holding, but unfortunately the listening Gu could only hear their conversation, but I couldn't see the scene in the shop.

There was a rustling sound from inside the shop, probably the owner of the antique shop was checking the things in Tu Fuzi's hands.

"Just rest assured, the things that my Wang Chuanshan sells are absolutely guaranteed to be creditable." The Tufuzi said very loudly.

"Is there a local master named Wang Chuanshan near you?" I asked the old Fangtou with a sideways face.

"Wang Chuanshan?" Old Fang was stunned, and said that there was indeed such a guy, his real name was forgotten by everyone, because he was very good at digging holes, so he got the name of Wang Chuanshan.

I lowered my head and pondered, not knowing what to do with the things in the tomb for the Great Dao Sacrifice.

"Boss, what are you spending so much money on for such a dilapidated painting? I can get something better than this, do you want it?" the local master asked greedily.

I am very sensitive to the word "painting" now, but unfortunately I can't see what kind of painting they are holding.

"Don't ask if you shouldn't, you won't lose any money." The voice of the puppet owner of the antique shop was somewhat displeased.

"Yes, yes, I will never ask more questions in the future. The boss still has such a business, so he must remember to take care of me." The Tufuzi's voice was full of flattery.

"So, if you go to the place on the note, there is also an ancient painting in the tomb. You go and get the painting, and the price is still the same." The owner of the antique shop said.

"Okay, I promise that within three days, I will deliver everything you want in front of you." After the Tufuzi finished speaking, he walked towards the door.

When I heard this, I quickly stretched out my hand to pull the old square head, and stood close to the wall at the corner, so as not to bump into the Tufuzi.

Tu Fuzi walked out of the shop, not noticing us in the corner, and walked briskly to the other side.

Thinking of what the antique shop owner told me, I took out a piece of yellow talisman paper, shook it in my hand, and the talisman paper ignited without fire.

The burnt talisman paper turned into a wisp of green smoke, nimble as a snake, and chased after the Tufuzi's back.

I don't know what the Dao Festival and collecting paintings from ancient tombs are trying to do, but if I can learn more about his secrets, the next time I meet him, I'll have a better chance of winning.

The old Fangtou seemed to see my plan, thought for a while, and said, "I think I have a lot of research on various ancient paintings. I will go with you."

I know that old Fangtou's previous life was a painter, and speaking of it, he is still inextricably linked with the Dao Ji. If he was there, he might be able to see the plan of the Dao Ji.

We followed the native, stopped and walked, gradually walked out of the small town, and headed towards the deep mountains and old forests.

That Tu Fuzi was very vigilant, if I hadn't played a trick, I would almost have been discovered by the other party.

After entering the woods, the soil master's vigilant expression relaxed obviously, maybe because he thought that no one would follow him any more, he began to hum a little tune.

For this mountain forest, the Tufuzi named Wang Chuanshan should be very familiar with it, with many twists and turns, without any stop.

The old Fangtou and I followed not far behind, but with the cover of secret techniques, the Tu Fuzi who was dreaming of getting rich didn't notice us.

The Tufuzi became more and more wrinkled, and there were few people around, and even the temperature around him dropped a little.

"The evil spirit here is so strong!" I frowned and looked around. From the perspective of Feng Shui, this place should be regarded as a good Feng Shui acupoint, but it is not suitable for living people to stay for a long time.

The Tufuzi stopped suddenly, I was stunned for a moment, thinking he had discovered us and was hesitating whether to remove the illusion.

The Tufuzi suddenly took a step diagonally to the left, in an awkward posture, and then stood there again.

I fixed my eyes and looked at the woods in front of me for a few times, only to realize that my feeling was not that the Tufuzi discovered us, but a simple ecstasy array hidden in the woods ahead.

This kind of ecstasy array is also recorded in the Broken Physiotherapy. It is one of the simplest illusion arrays. It has no other effect except to make people who walk into it lose their way.

Generally speaking, only the tombs of noble families in the past would invite Mr. Feng Shui to arrange such a ecstasy array around the periphery.

"It seems that there really is an ancient tomb here, but why did Dao Ji know so clearly, and even clearly know that there is an ancient painting accompanying the tomb?" I was puzzled.

That Wang Chuanshan is worthy of his name, he seems to be a person with some skills, he can actually crack the ecstasy array that ordinary tomb robbers are helpless.

Every few steps he took, he took a look at the direction, stretched out his fingers to count for a moment, and then continued to move forward a few steps.

If you encounter an uncertain direction, you will take out a small knife and carve a mark on the tree.

"It's a little clever, but it's a pity it's useless on the right way." I said in my heart.

Watching the other party gradually walk away, I greeted the old man and walked forward.

As soon as they stepped into the range of the ecstasy array, a white mist rose around the woods.

I knew very well in my heart that this was all an illusion produced by the ecstasy array. After biting my finger, dotting the pure yang blood on my eyes and opening my eyes, these fogs disappeared from my sight.

Wang Chuanshan walked more and more slowly, as if he was affected by hallucinations, several times, he was spinning in circles.

I simply chose another direction, bypassed the other party directly, and walked towards the depths of the woods.

The feng shui master who arranged this ecstasy formation is still somewhat capable, but it is a pity that he met me. This basic trapping formation method does not work for me.

Walking out of the range of the ecstasy array, the scene in front of us suddenly changed, a small valley with green mountains and green waters appeared in front of our eyes.

"Hiding the wind and gathering the shade, it's really a good place for Fengshui." I looked around for Fengshui.

Every plant and tree here has its own rules, and it is completely built according to the tomb pattern of princes and dignitaries. I don't know the identity of the people buried here.

After walking a few steps, some broken stone tablets and broken stone carvings began to appear in front of it. The weathering marks were so serious that it was hard to see the original appearance.

I walked to a stone tablet and looked at the broken stone tablet in two, with regret in my eyes.

According to the layout of the tomb, this stele should record the life of the owner of the tomb for future generations to mourn.

It's a pity that the stone tablet is now exposed to the wind and rain, and the writing on it is completely blurred, and nothing can be seen clearly, so the origin of the owner of the tomb is also covered up in the long river of history.

"The specifications of this tomb are quite high." The old square head looked around.

"It would be great if we could know who is buried underground." I sighed.

"By the way, I once heard a rumor that Panlong Town was named this because there was a prince with a different surname here." The old Fangtou said suddenly.

"Oh, the prince of what dynasty?" I became a little interested.

The specifications of this tomb are still a little bit lower than that of the emperor's relatives, but if it is said that it is a king with a different surname, then it is worthy of this treatment.

"Whether it was the Song Dynasty or the Tang Dynasty, I can't remember. There are several versions of the rumors, each with its own version. There is only one thing in common, that is, the prince with a different surname is an idiot who likes to collect books most in his life. Ancient paintings." Old Fangtou's eyes showed memories.

"An ancient painting again?" I was taken aback.

All kinds of weird things in Panlong Town are all caused by an ancient painting of my Zhang family ancestors, and now there is a painting idiot prince, what is going on with all this?

(End of this chapter)