dragon hunter

Chapter 411 Survivor

Fortunately, Jiang Qing helped me out, otherwise I couldn't explain the scene in the pathology room even if I had a mouth.

The two doctors who passed out on the ground were sent to the emergency room. I appeared in time. Otherwise, after the strange woman committed a crime, I would be at the scene again, and I would really be speechless.

I was concerned about Gu Yu's whereabouts, but the only two doctors who knew about it were unconscious again.

After Jiang Qing's treatment, his uncle and grandpa's condition has stabilized, but he still hasn't woken up.

Fatty Wang and I discussed it. We will take turns to take care of my uncle and grandpa. We have been busy for a long time, and we are hungry, so I will take care of my uncle and grandpa in the ward. After they finish eating, they will pack it for me.

Seeing that his uncle and grandpa's condition was finally under control, Fatty Wang felt much better, and he no longer blamed himself as before.

I moved a chair and sat beside my uncle's hospital bed, thinking about the origin of that weird woman.

Originally, my thoughts were wandering, and my eyes were staring blankly at the door, but the appearance of a thin old man interrupted my thoughts.

The little old man is wearing old-fashioned khaki work clothes and a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses. At first glance, he looks like an intellectual in the 70s and [-]s in a TV series. More like that.

The little old man first stood at the door, glanced at it, and then walked towards the hospital bed.

"Are you?" I stood up and looked at him suspiciously.

"Old Wang and I are colleagues. I heard that he is hospitalized. Come and have a look." The little old man put the fruit basket aside and introduced himself.

"You used to work in the museum, what's your surname?" I hurriedly handed the chair to the other party and asked the other party to sit down.

"My surname is Hu. Old Wang was the curator at the time, and I was the deputy curator. What's going on with him? Is it serious?" Mr. Hu looked at his uncle with concern.

I sighed, and I didn't know how to explain it, because strictly speaking, my uncle and grandpa were not sick.

"Huh?" Mr. Hu seemed to have noticed something, fixed his eyes on his uncle and grandpa, and stood up all of a sudden.

There were hurried footsteps outside the door, and Fatty Wang ran over with a box of lunch panting, "I'm afraid you will be hungry, so I packed it for you while it's hot."

After finishing speaking, Fatty Wang spotted Mr. Hu standing aside, and looked at me questioningly.

I was about to introduce to Fatty Wang, but was interrupted by Mr. Hu's words, "Old Wang, is he studying those cursed things again?"

"How do you always know?" I was startled and asked subconsciously.

Mr. Hu sighed for a long time, staring at his uncle and grandpa on the hospital bed, he said, "I persuaded him to give up back then, but I never thought he would be so persistent that half of his body was buried in the ground, and he still couldn't let go of his knot."

"Old man, can you tell me in detail, we are very anxious about uncle and grandpa." Fatty Wang grabbed the opponent's arm excitedly.

"Fatty, let Mr. Hu sit down first, and don't get excited." I whispered.

Only then did Fatty Wang realize that something was wrong with his actions, and he let go of Mr. Hu's arm with a look of embarrassment.

"Before I answer your questions, can you tell me in detail what happened before and after?" Mr. Hu sat down, looked at us and asked.

"It's my fault." Fatty Wang sighed, and briefly explained the ins and outs of the whole thing.

After listening to Mr. Hu, he was silent for a long time, and after a while, he looked at Fatty Wang and said, "It's not all about you, since the cursed jade fell into Old Wang's hands, he must be doomed. "

"How do you always tell that uncle and grandpa are in a coma and have been harmed by something cursed?" I asked curiously.

"Let's put it this way, those of us old guys who have been dealing with antiques all our lives have a special intuition that the aura of Lao Wang cannot be hidden from me." Mr. Hu replied.

I was stunned for a moment, I didn't expect such an answer. Recalling that at the beginning, my uncle and grandpa saw something wrong with Gu Yu at a glance, and I immediately believed in Mr. Hu's words.

After hesitating for a while, I briefly talked about what happened in the pathology room, and then looked at Mr. Hu with a questioning look.

"Are you sure that the woman you saw was wearing a cotton padded jacket from the period of the Republic of China?" Mr. Hu said solemnly.

"I'm sure, and that woman is very weird, she is clearly standing in front of me, but I can't touch her." I said in a deep voice.

"Things are troublesome. Cursed objects are also divided into three, six, and nine grades. This time, the one I met this time is the most vicious one." Mr. Hu was worried.

My heart sank, I bit my lip unwillingly, and said, "To tell the truth, Mr. Hu, we also have means to deal with ordinary evil spirits, but we have a kind of powerless power to deal with this cursed antique." a feeling of."

"This is normal. People in the antique circle have been researching the question you mentioned, and finally came to the conclusion that the evil spirits attached to the cursed things do not belong to this time and space, so ordinary exorcism methods are ineffective against them. .” Mr. Hu said slowly.

"No wonder!" I muttered to myself, Mr. Hu's explanation solved a puzzle in my heart.

"Then my uncle and grandpa, is there any help?" Fatty Wang asked with a worried look on his face.

"The person who tied the bell has to be untied. If you want Lao Wang to recover, you have to find that piece of ancient jade first." Mr. Hu said after thinking for a while.

"But that ancient jade is gone." Fatty Wang's face suddenly collapsed.

Just then, Jiang Qing appeared outside the door, and I hurried over to ask if the two doctors were awake.

What happened in the pathology room, only the two comatose doctors knew, maybe they could get the whereabouts of the missing ancient jade from them.

"I haven't woken up yet, and my symptoms are somewhat similar to the old man's, but the old man's situation is more dangerous than them because of the wound on his hand." Jiang Qing said with a frown.

This is the first time I have encountered such a weird situation, even if I want to solve it, I don't know where to start.

"Mr. Hu, can you help find a way?" Fatty Wang asked for help pitifully.

"Since the ancient jade has disappeared, there is only one way now, and that is to find out the origin of the ancient jade first, and then trace the source to find a solution to the problem." Mr. Hu frowned when he said this.

It was rare to meet a knowledgeable person, so I hurried over to ask, how to deal with similar problems before.

"The reason why everyone talks about cursing antiques is that once they are entangled by evil spirits, few people will be spared." Mr. Hu's face was full of worry.

"Is there no one who successfully broke the curse?" I asked unwillingly.

Mr. Hu pondered for a while, his eyes lit up, and he said, "There really is one. Considering his age, this one is not too young. I just don't know if he is still alive."

"Then can you give me a recommendation?" I cheered up.

"You wait for me to call and ask." Mr. Hu took out his mobile phone and flipped through the address book.

After making several phone calls in a row, Mr. Hu showed a bit of joy on his face, and said, "That person is still alive, and the place where he lives has been found. Let's go there now?"

"Then let's go now." I don't think this matter can be delayed, so I made a decision immediately.

After entrusting the uncle and grandpa to Jiang Qing, we followed Mr. Hu to visit the lucky one who escaped the curse by chance.

Driving Ghost Tan Xu's broken Poussin, Mr. Hu was sitting in the passenger seat to guide the way. We drove out of the urban area, and the further we drove, the further we went.

"Where does that man live? It's almost out of the city." Fatty Wang sat in the back and asked curiously.

"I heard from an old man that although he was lucky enough to save his life, he became disabled and now lives in a small farmyard in the countryside for the elderly." Mr. Hu explained.

As the evening approached, we finally found the small farmyard. There was smoke everywhere in the village, but that small courtyard was deserted.

"Is anyone there?" Mr. Hu walked over and asked loudly.

Small sounds came from the small courtyard. After a while, a gray-haired, one-armed old man with a slightly hunched back slowly opened the door and looked at us suspiciously.

"Old Xu, do you still remember me?" Mr. Hu pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Are you... Dean Hu of the museum?" Old Xu looked at us and asked in an uncertain tone.

"Isn't it just me? I'm here this time because I need your help." After Mr. Hu finished speaking, he introduced us to Old Xu.

"Let's talk about it first." Old Xu turned sideways and opened the half-open door.

The room was dimly lit, and there were half-eaten meals on the table, which was very simple.

Old Xu smiled awkwardly and said, "I don't know that there will be guests today, and I haven't prepared any meals."

"Why are you being polite?" Mr. Hu beckoned us to sit down.

I looked at this room, it was just an ordinary farmyard, nothing special.

"I came here this time because something happened to Mr. Wang, the old curator. It's the same as what you encountered back then. I touched something that can't be touched." Mr. Hu sighed.

Old Xu's hand holding the chopsticks trembled suddenly, and the chopsticks in his hand almost fell to the ground. He raised his head suddenly, and looked at us with astonished eyes.

"I know, that incident back then was a big blow to you, but Lao Wang is unconscious now, and I don't know if he can survive it, so I came here with a thick skin." Mr. Hu continued.

I squinted my ears, stared at Lao Xu with my eyes, and was extremely curious.

I have experienced the power of cursing antiques, and I really can't figure out how this ordinary-looking one-armed old man escaped his life back then.

Old Xu picked up the wine bottle at the side, gulped down a big gulp, and said, "I understand, you guys want to know how I escaped that year, so let's bury it." It’s been in my heart for a long time, and I want to find someone to talk about it.”

We didn't answer the conversation, and looked at Lao Xu eagerly, expecting him to tell about his experiences back then.

(End of this chapter)