dragon hunter

Chapter 72
"Snake Shorty, there are guests coming, open the door quickly." The old boatman shouted loudly.

The door opened, and there stood a short figure behind him, with a big head and a thin body, about the height of a seven or eight-year-old child. I took a closer look, and it turned out to be a dwarf.

"You don't guard your broken boat well, what are you doing here?" The dwarf's voice was a little hoarse, and his face was full of impatience.

"Did a physiognomist surnamed Zhang participate in the incident at the back mountain of Majia Village?" The old boatman directly explained his purpose without going around in circles.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm very busy, so you leave quickly." The dwarf showed vigilance in his eyes, and was about to close the door with his hand.

"Wait." The old boatman blocked the door with his foot to prevent the other party from closing it, and looked back at me, "Take out that iron gossip."

I took out the rusty iron gossip, handed it to the old boatman, and looked at the dwarf in front of me curiously.

"You guys went to the back mountain of Majia Village back then, and I found this there." The old boatman showed his iron gossip.

The dwarf was obviously very taboo about the events of that year. Seeing the old boatman's iron gossip, his face changed, he took out a bamboo whistle, and blew it by his mouth.

A slender black shadow shot out from the yard, and I saw clearly that it was a snake, and the snake opened its mouth to bite the old boatman's wrist.

"Old man, be careful!" I was startled and reminded loudly.

The old boatman reacted very quickly. Before I could finish my sentence, he raised his hand and grabbed the snake seven inches away, and pinched the snake's head with the other hand.

"Snake dwarf, when will you change your temper?" The old boatman flicked his wrist and threw the slender snake into the yard.

The dwarf ignored the old boatman, turned around and ran away, and then rustling sounds came from the yard.

A large boa constrictor appeared by the door. The snake was more than four meters long and about as thick as an adult's calf.

The second uncle held a piece of talisman paper and was about to type it out, but was stopped by the old boatman.

"The old snake man has a weird temper. If you hurt his snake, don't try to ask him a word." The old boatman explained.

The boa constrictor was also strange, it didn't take the initiative to attack people, it just stood by the door with its body crossed, not letting us approach.

"Snake dwarf, you have played with snakes all your life, but you only keep a respectful distance from the mysterious feathered snake. There must be some secret hidden behind the stone gate?" The old boatman shouted loudly.

"I don't know anything. If you don't leave, I won't be polite." The dwarf's voice sounded exasperated.

"Well, I'll bring my disciples and grandchildren to break open the stone door to see what's hidden behind it." The old boatman said, turning around to leave.

"You can't break that stone door." The dwarf's voice was full of fear, he hesitated, and said reluctantly, "You all come in."

The dwarf blew a bamboo whistle, and the python coiled by the door slowly swam into the yard.

I followed behind the old boatman and walked into the yard cautiously. There were trees and stones inside, and the pattern was exquisite, but on the branches and in the cracks of the stones, you could faintly see poisonous snakes swimming slowly, which made your scalp tingle.

"Don't be afraid, the snake dwarf is good at training snakes. These snakes in the yard don't hurt people." The old boatman turned his head to comfort.

No wonder the layout of this yard is so weird. Snakes like dark and humid places. Although the evil spirit of scissors is harmful to people, it is the favorite breath of poisonous snakes.

At the back of the yard was a small, dilapidated and shabby house. There was a table in front of the house, and the dwarf was sitting at the table.

"The two people behind me are all descendants of Xiangshi Zhang. Tell us about what happened back then." The old boatman sat at the table, lifted the teapot on the table, and poured us a cup of tea.

"This is Snake Gallbladder Tea. It can clear away heat and detoxify, clear heart and improve eyesight." The old boatman made an inviting gesture.

It was the first time I saw this kind of tea. I was curious, took a sip of the tea, frowned and shouted, "It's so bitter, even bitterer than traditional Chinese medicine!"

"What do you know, doll? No one else can drink the tea I have here." The dwarf glared at me unhappily.

The contact time is not long, but I have already figured out the temperament of this dwarf. The pupils of the other party are scorched yellow, and the eyebrows are slightly raised.

"This tea is full of aftertaste, thank you senior for your hospitality." I immediately sent a flattery to him.

"That's pretty much the same. If you like it, I'll give you some later." The dwarf smiled and looked at our eyes with a lot of kindness.

"Senior, what happened back then, what happened to my grandpa?" I immediately asked the other party while he was in a good mood.

The smile on the dwarf's face disappeared, and he poured himself a cup of tea, staring at the tea in a daze.

I didn't speak, just watched the dwarf quietly, waiting for him to speak.

"In the 40s, a team of Japanese explorers came to our side. They dug out a mysterious underground palace in the back mountain of Majia Village. My grandfather was one of the peasants who were taken away. As a result, my grandfather, and the team of Japanese Explorers, all died in the underground palace." The dwarf said slowly.

I calculated the time in my heart, and it was decades away from my grandfather's disappearance. I couldn't match the number at all. I was full of doubts and waited quietly for the next article.

"Fifty years later, there was a wealthy and powerful boss who gathered a group of strangers and planned to explore the underground palace again. Your grandfather is one of them." The dwarf glanced at me.

"Who is that boss?" I asked subconsciously.

"He's already dead, he died in the underground palace, and I owe him a favor, I can't tell you his name." The dwarf shook his head.

"Then is my grandfather alive or dead?" I asked urgently.

"Crack!" There was a crisp sound next to him. Sitting there was the second uncle. He was nervous and accidentally broke the teacup.

The dwarf gave the second uncle a dissatisfied look, and continued: "I don't know, at that time your grandfather voluntarily stayed behind and was locked in the underground palace."

"Ah!" I was so excited that I stood up all of a sudden. I was trapped in the underground palace with no water and no food. Didn't Grandpa die long ago?
The second uncle's face turned pale, his teeth were rattling, and he didn't even know that the fragments of the teacup cut his palm.

"What's in that underground palace?" The old boatman sat aside, listened silently for a while, and then suddenly asked.

A trace of fear flashed in the dwarf's eyes, his lips trembled slightly, and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

My heart tightened, and seeing the dwarf's appearance, I knew that there must be something extremely terrifying in that underground palace.

"Is it the feathered snake that stirred up the wind and rain recently?" The old boatman asked urgently with a serious face.

"White Lotus Sect, there is a "Flying Immortals" handed down from generation to generation, have you heard of it?" The dwarf didn't answer, but asked us a strange question.

"According to legend, Wu Sheng's old mother obtained the "Flying Immortal Sutra" and founded the White Lotus Sect. A hundred years after her death, later generations opened her coffin and found that there was only one feather inside, but her body disappeared. , she ascended into the sky, but this is just a legend after all." The old boatman knew this allusion and said slowly.

"The Book of Feathering and Flying Immortals is not a legend. I have seen it with my own eyes." The dwarf's face turned pale, and his voice trembled.

Neither of us spoke. The dwarf would not mention this allusion for no reason, and it must be related to the underground palace.

"Since you have seen the stone door, you must have seen the relief on it?" The dwarf asked while staring at us.

"It is said that the last saint of the White Lotus Sect is the reincarnation of the snake girl. Could it be that the underground palace has something to do with her?" The second uncle said in a hurry.

I thought of the relief sculpture of the feathered snake surrounding the white lotus on the stone gate, and the scarlet snake's eyes seemed to have strange magic power, making it unforgettable at first sight.

"That's right, there is no feathered snake in the underground palace, but a half-human, half-snake monster that has lived for hundreds of years." The dwarf's whole body was trembling.

A bone-chilling chill rose from my back. Unexpectedly, the truth was far more terrifying than I had imagined.

"No wonder, I said that the wind of the feathered snake that suddenly blows up, no matter how you look at it, it has an evil nature, so it is like this." The old boatman muttered to himself.

"The Book of Feathering Flying Immortals is an evil scripture that records how to absorb the wishes of all living beings. The half-human, half-snake evil is absorbing the wishes of all living beings. I can live." The dwarf's eyes were full of fear.

"We have to stop that evil thing." The old boatman gritted his teeth and slapped the table hard.

"How to stop it? There were so many strange people back then, who died or fled, and didn't even hurt the fur of that evil thing." The dwarf's voice sounded a little shrill because of fear.

"I won't cry until I see the coffin, and I won't be reconciled if I don't try." The old boatman said stubbornly.

"Including me, I can't let my father's bones be buried in the ground." The second uncle gritted his teeth, patted the table and stood up.

"Snake dwarf, you have dealt with snakes all your life, don't you have a way to deal with that evil thing?" The old boatman stared at the dwarf and asked.

"I still have some ways to deal with ordinary poisonous snakes in the underground palace, but against that evil thing..." The dwarf shook his head desperately, his eyes full of horror.

I felt a little desperate, I couldn't bear to see my second uncle and the old boatman go to die in vain, but I didn't know how to speak.

"However, it's not impossible. The builder of the underground palace back then had left behind. If he could find that important mechanism, he could use the power of the underground palace mechanism to destroy that evil thing." The dwarf seemed to have remembered something.

With a thought in my heart, I took out the sheepskin map and spread it out on the table, "This blueprint of the underground palace looks old, but I don't know if it's true or not."

All eyes were cast on the sheepskin map on the table, they frowned at the map and said nothing.

"I can only see that there are several interlocking formations on it, but I don't know much about the mechanism." The second uncle said slowly.

"That guy, Old Monkey, doesn't know how to use mechanisms. He should be able to understand this map." The dwarf said, staring at the old boatman.

"Old monkey? That's a guy with an even weirder temper than you." The old boatman frowned.

(End of this chapter)