dragon hunter

Chapter 73 Old Monkey

On the way to find the old monkey, I passed by the stall where Zhen Qingyi bought silk scarves when he first came to Fenghuang Ancient City.

Seeing the old woman playing with the silk scarf, I was startled, thinking that the ghost weaver had come back to life, but after a closer look, I found out that it was not the ghost weaver.

"The ghost weaving woman you met back then was the last weaving woman in Phoenix Ancient City who possessed the inheritance of ghost weaving. This harmful business should be extinct." The old boatman seemed to be able to see through my mind.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Back then, the little thief said that the ghost weaving woman is a profession. I was worried that after the death of the ghost woman, we would be retaliated by her peers. Now that I heard the old boatman's explanation, I felt a lot more at ease .

The old boatman took us into a small alley, and I felt that the surroundings were a bit familiar. I frowned and thought about it, and remembered that not far ahead was the thief's home.

The experience of these two days was so thrilling and bizarre that I almost forgot about the little thief and the rescued children, and I don't know what happened to them.

In my surprised eyes, the old boatman walked to the little thief's yard, reached out and patted on the door, "Old monkey, my old friend is here to see you."

"Grandpa, did you find the wrong place? Isn't there only one child living in this family?" I walked over with a puzzled look on my face.

"Who said that I can still find fault with the old monkey's house?" The old boatman looked at me with some inexplicable eyes.

"The old monkey is drunk, you better go." A small head poked out of the courtyard wall, with a dirty face.

"Little thief!" I subconsciously called out when I saw that familiar face.

The little thief saw me, surprise flashed in his eyes, he quickly ran down, opened the yard door, and stood by the door with a smile on his face.

"You little girl, my old man is the only one here, you're not going to open the door yet, are you?" The old boatman smiled and walked over, rubbing the little thief's chicken coop hair.

"How are the children who were rescued?" I walked over and asked with concern.

A few dirty little heads protruded from the yard, looking at us timidly.

"Huh, you didn't send them home?" When I saw those little cat-like faces, I felt a little familiar.

"Xiaoqiang, Goudan, I don't have any family anymore, but now they are all my younger brothers, and they have a family again." The little thief said with a smile.

My heart is complicated and unspeakable. The little thief himself is only a half-year-old boy, and his immature shoulders bear a heavier burden than most adults.

Walking into a room reeking of alcohol, I saw the old monkey mentioned by the old boatman, a gray-haired, skinny old man like a big horse monkey.

"He was a homeless man before, and one day he passed out drunk at the gate of my yard, and I took him in." The thief ran in with a playful smile.

The second uncle walked into the room and saw the drunk guy lying on the bed, his face flushed, and he remembered how he was before.

The old monkey was so drunk that he was unconscious, and he turned a deaf ear to the old boatman's yelling, and lay on the bed like a pool of mud.

I looked at the drunk man on the bed, and finally understood why the old boatman had a toothache when he mentioned him.

The little thief had a way, ran to the yard, brought a ladle of water, took a sip, and sprayed it on the old monkey's face.

"It's so cold, what are you doing?" The old monkey sat up excitedly, his eyes a little confused.

"I have something to do with you, go wash your face and sober up." The old boatman grabbed the old monkey, stretched out his hand and dragged him, and walked into the yard.

After a lot of trouble, we found a table and sat down. The sheepskin map was spread out on the table, and the old monkey squinted at the map with a magnifying glass.

"This underground palace was created by Gong Shuyang, the master of the mechanism. He was a strange person in the late Qing Dynasty." The old monkey really had a few brushes, and soon saw some tricks.

"We are a group of laymen, please tell us in detail." The old boatman leaned over and stared at the sheepskin map.

"This underground palace is divided into several areas. On the surface it is a tomb. In fact, there is a mystery hidden in it, which absorbs the will power of all beings." The old monkey revealed the secret of the underground palace.

We all lost our voices. This monkey-like guy can see so much information with only one map.

"Then, is there any mechanism in this underground palace that can bury the evil things hidden in it?" I couldn't bear to ask.

The old monkey didn't answer in a hurry. He scratched the sheepskin with his fingers, pointed to the southwest corner at last, and said, "This is the main hub of the underground palace. If you open the mechanism, the entire underground palace will collapse, and the things inside will naturally be buried alive."

"It's not too late, let's go there now." The old boatman was impatient, and he stood up and was about to go out.

"Wait, there are many organs in this underground palace, and the number of people who can enter and exit is limited, and there are some traps that require people of special size to close." The old monkey said in a hurry.

"It's no wonder that we lost so much back then, even a generation of masters..." The dwarf stopped in the middle of speaking, showing a thoughtful expression.

The old monkey threw the magnifying glass on the table, supported the table with both hands, looked up at us, and said, "The team size cannot exceed five people. We need a fat man, a short man, and a man with strong jumping ability."

"The old man is not boasting, he has old arms and legs, and he can still jump five or six meters." The old boatman turned and sat down.

"When Master Zhang left behind, I owe him a favor. I have to take out his bones and let him rest in the ground." The dwarf gritted his teeth and made a decision.

"One of my friends is a fat man." I pondered for a while, then spoke slowly.

"Then, there are still two places left. The mechanism in the underground palace is complicated. Without me, the old monkey, you can't play well." The old monkey stared at the sheepskin map, looking delighted.

"I'll go to the last spot!" The second uncle stood up with a decisive tone.

"Second Uncle stays here, I'll go. Fatty Wang is a thug. If I don't participate, he will probably retreat." I slowly expressed my decision.

"It's too dangerous, you..." The second uncle was about to argue, but I put my hand on his shoulder. After all, he is old, and when he encounters danger, he is not as flexible as us young people.

Everyone agreed on a time, and then they dispersed. I walked in the alley, frowning and thinking about how to do the work of Fatty Tong Wang.

This trip to the underground palace is very dangerous. If it weren't for the fact that there is no suitable candidate, I would not drag Fatty.

The second uncle walked aside, looking worried, opened his mouth several times, but didn't know what to say.

"Second Uncle, didn't you say last time that unsealing the first hexagram of the Qianlong tattoo can avoid three deaths? I will be fine." I smiled and comforted Second Uncle.

"That being said, fortune-telling changes in a thousand ways, and even the master of Xiangmen may not be able to grasp all of them. Who can say for sure?" The second uncle was still a little worried.

When I walked to the door of the hotel, I saw the figure of Fatty Wang, so I decided to tell the truth, I have no right to make decisions for him.

Fatty Wang's performance surprised me a bit. He was silent for a moment after listening to what happened before and after I finished speaking, and then agreed without hesitation.

"Fatty, have you really thought it through?" The process went so smoothly, I couldn't believe it.

Fatty Wang smiled, came over and punched me, with a rare serious look on his face, and said: "Although I, Fatty Wang, is greedy for life and afraid of death, but brotherhood is still a matter of brotherhood. You have saved me many times. I am not ungrateful." people."

My lips moved, and I was so moved that I couldn't express it in words.

"Of course, after entering the underground palace, if you encounter danger, don't count on it. The fat man will be in front." Fatty Wang returned to his naughty nature.

"Fatty, your uncle..." I punched Fatty Wang, and when I looked at this coward again, I felt much more pleasing to the eye than before.

Back in the room on the second floor, I saw the door of Ghost Detective Xu's room was closed, and remembering the incident with his sister, I turned around and asked Fatty Wang how it was going.

"It's getting an injection. It's been two or three hours. Miss Xiaolei is helping." Fatty Wang pointed to a room next to him.

Just as he was talking, the door opened, and Zhen Qingyi's forehead was covered with sweat, and he wiped the sweat with a towel, and walked out, looking a little tired.

"How's it going? Is sister Xu getting better?" I asked with concern.

"The effect is better than I expected. If you persist for a few more days, you should wake up." Zhen Qingyi looked a little excited.

I walked to the door and peeked inside. The Ghost Detective sister Xu was lying on the bed with a silver needle stuck in her head, her complexion improved a lot.

"Have you got in touch with those colleagues?" I saw Li Xiaolei approaching, and asked with concern.

"Well, things are a bit troublesome." Li Xiaolei turned sideways and squeezed out from the door.

She pulled Zhen Qingyi to the side, and the two stood by the window muttering, which made me look sideways. When did they get so close?
"A woman's heart, a sea needle!" I sighed in my heart.

While eating dinner, Zhen Qingyi suddenly raised his head, with a concerned look on his face, "I heard from Fatty Wang that you plan to enter the underground palace behind the stone gate?"

"That's right. After all, Grandpa's bones are inside, so he must be buried in peace." I nodded.

"I have learned a new set of secret acupuncture techniques, which can activate my potential in a short time. Do you want to try it?" Zhen Qingyi bit her lip, a little worried about my safety.

"There are no sequelae, right?" I felt a little guilty when I thought of how my head was full of silver needles.

"After time passes, you will be weak for a few days. Could I still hurt you?" Zhen Qingyi rolled her eyes, very annoyed that I didn't trust her.

"That's not what I meant..." I explained with a blushing face, feeling a little depressed in my heart that I really lacked a bit of talent in communicating with girls.

At night, I sat by the bed, my heart pounding with nervousness. It was the first time that I was alone in the same room as a widow.

Zhen Qingyi stood aside, with her head slightly lowered, arranging the silver needles in the box. I could smell her fragrance so close.

"What are you thinking about? Look at how nervous you are." Zhen Qingyi pursed her lips, a little annoyed.

When the other party found out that I was thinking carefully, my face flushed and I faltered for a while, not knowing how to explain it.

"Calm down, don't let your imagination run wild during acupuncture." Zhen Qingyi reprimanded softly.

(End of this chapter)