dragon hunter

Chapter 87 Grandpa
I don't know why, but before I got close to the secret room, my heart was pounding, as if there was something in front of me, calling me.

Holding the flashlight, I walked forward cautiously, stepped through a stone gate, and came to the secret room marked on the map.

Seeing the situation in the secret room, I was suddenly stunned. The figure sitting cross-legged in the middle of the secret room made me feel a call from the blood.

The figure sitting cross-legged in the middle of the secret room, with his back facing me, was covered with a thick layer of dust, his clothes were torn, but his skin was fresh and full like a living person.

A dark red mahogany sword was inserted in front of the figure, and a figure of eight trigrams was placed on the ground with yellow talisman paper.

"Why are you in a daze, what's going on inside?" Fatty Wang shouted loudly from behind.

"What's the matter?" Lang Ying walked to me, staring at the figure in the secret room with a puzzled expression, holding the alloy crossbow vigilantly with both hands.

I didn't speak, my arms trembled a little, I walked around in front of the cross-legged figure, and looked up at his face.

"Grandpa!" I blurted out, that face was very similar to that of my second uncle, and the aura on him made me feel inexplicably close.

"It turned out to be Senior Zhang." Lang Ying put down the alloy crossbow, walked over to her grandfather's body, and bowed.

"Gao Yi, the old man, followed my grandfather into the underground palace to explore, but he never thought he would sleep here forever. Our Lang family will always remember your kindness." Lang Ying clasped her hands together, lowered her eyes, and whispered in her mouth.

I looked at Grandpa with complicated eyes. His face was ruddy, and he looked the same as before. However, I could feel that the old man was gone, and what was left was just a shell.

"Grandpa, I'm here to see you." I half-kneeled on the ground, my arms trembling, I wanted to reach out to touch the old man's hand, but I didn't dare.

"What's the situation..." Fatty Wang walked in with the old boatman behind his back, panting like a cow, and in the middle of speaking, seeing the scene in the secret room, he swallowed the remaining half of the words.

"This is the old man of the Zhang family, right? Fatty has to bow." Fatty Wang looked at my expression, put the old boatman down against the wall, walked over, bent his legs, and bowed down.

I looked at the fat man speechlessly, seeing his devout face, who is the descendant of the Zhang family?

"Mr. Zhang, Fatty, I've had a bad year recently. You are a senior from the Xiangmen. Fatty worships you. You must bless me in the future. There are endless money, and my daughter-in-law is waiting in line." Fatty Wang knelt on the ground, muttering .

"Fatty, look at your behavior." I was angry and funny, and I had nothing to say to the clown.

"Yeah, Mr. Zhang left us a note." Fatty Wang finished his worship and was about to get up when he suddenly reached out and picked up a dusty note on the ground.

"Quick, bring it here and let me have a look." I looked into the fat man's hand, the ground was too dusty, and I really didn't notice the note just now.

I reached out to take the note from the fat man, and gently blew off the dust on it. A line of red writing emerged. The handwriting was a little scribbled, as if it was written by biting my fingers, and it was not very legible.

"The danger lies ahead. If it is a descendant of the Zhang family, after seeing the note, use the secret method of blood to awaken my remnant soul. If it is not a descendant of the Zhang family, please go back the same way. Don't take a step forward, remember!"

I read the handwriting on the note in a low voice, with complicated and unspeakable emotions. I can guess a thing or two about what is in front of me. I didn't expect the old man to be still worried about it before he died.

"I'm going to use a secret method to wake up the old man's remnant soul, you all stand back a little bit." I said softly.

The Zhang family's secret technique requires blood as a guide. I bit my finger, trembling my arm, and pointed my finger between the old man's eyebrows to draw a dragon-shaped rune.

"Use the blood as a guide to summon the spirit of the Zhang family... wake up the soul!" I finished reciting the mantra in a low voice, opened my eyes wide, and shouted.

A strong wind blew up on the flat ground, and the yellow talisman paper on the ground flew up, slowly turning around the old man's body.

Grandpa's eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were cloudy and dull.

"Grandpa!" I shouted excitedly, reaching out to grab his old man's hand.

"Time is running out, my remnant soul doesn't have much power, don't interrupt, I'll ask you and answer." Grandpa's voice seemed to come from far away.

I nodded vigorously, holding back my words, not knowing what the old man wanted to ask.

Grandpa's question was very simple. He asked me what year I am now, then asked if I had a Qianlong tattoo, and finally asked me if I had the courage.

Of course I patted my chest and answered, I have nothing else but courage, if the old man has any unfulfilled wishes, even if I say it, I promise to fulfill it.

"Okay, there are nine hexagrams in the Qianlong tattoo. You have already activated the first hexagram. I will use the remaining power to help you unlock the second hexagram." The mahogany sword in front.

The mahogany sword ignited a raging flame, turned into a flame dragon, and slid towards my back. The hot feeling made me almost scream, but luckily I gritted my teeth and held back.

"The second hexagram is called Yanghuo ascending to the gods. There are yanghuos on the shoulders of ordinary people. The yanghuo protects the body and ghosts are difficult to invade. When the second hexagram is activated, the yanghuo on your shoulders will be ten times stronger than that of ordinary people, and the evil will not invade. . "Grandpa's voice became more and more ethereal.

I sat cross-legged on the ground, gritting my teeth tightly, as if there was a fire burning behind my back, a hot current rushed to my shoulders, and the pain in the meridians in my body was tearing.

The sweat dripping from my forehead blurred my vision. I vaguely saw my grandpa smiling at me, and then the old man's body was covered with a layer of faint white light, which turned into countless tiny particles and dissipated in the void. .

"Grandpa!" I stood up all of a sudden, and rushed to catch those dissipated light spots, but it was just in vain. The last light spot dissipated at my fingertips, and tears poured out uncontrollably.

"Sorrow..." Fatty Wang came over and patted my shoulder lightly.

I lowered my head. I haven't seen my grandfather since I was a child. I finally met him by fate, but the time we met was so short. The fate of people is always embarrassing.

The black ash from the burnt talisman paper was scattered on the ground, other than that, there was no trace of Grandpa.

"As long as we can get rid of that evil thing in the central palace, we can take revenge on the old man." Lang Ying walked over with reddish eyes.

My back was still in pain, and my shoulders felt like two fires were burning. I leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette without saying a word.

"At least, you met and talked with grandpa once, but my grandpa doesn't know where it is." Lang Ying looked at the passage ahead and muttered to herself.

The old boatman was still unconscious. We discussed it and decided to wait for the old man to wake up before taking the next step.

Everyone was sitting idle, a little bored, so I asked Lang Ying about what happened back then. After all, the initiator of the whole expedition was her grandfather.

"You come from an aristocratic family, so you must be familiar with dragon veins, right?" Lang Ying asked after being silent for a moment.

"Know a thing or two, the dragon's veins are hard to find, and ordinary physicists may not be able to meet them in a lifetime." I don't know why the other party mentioned the dragon's veins.

"The ancestral dragon came out of Kunlun, transformed into Kyushu, and nine dragon veins gave rise to nine vein-protecting families. Our Lang family is one of them." Lang Ying told a secret.

I subconsciously touched the bronze fragment in my arms, and the drawing on it was part of the dragon vein terrain.

The key parts of the ancestral scriptures are incomplete. It is only recorded that Xia Yu cast the tripod and painted the dragon veins of Kyushu. If Lang Ying hadn't revealed the origin, I really don't know that there are still nine vein-protecting families in this world.

"What does the dragon vein you mentioned have anything to do with this ghostly underground palace?" Fatty Wang looked puzzled and couldn't understand what we were talking about.

"My Lang's family has a treasure called Hualongzhu, which was lost hundreds of years ago. At that time, my grandfather got the news that a group of Japanese expeditions were wiped out in the Bailian Underground Palace, and they carried me. The most precious treasure that the Lang family has lost for many years is the Dragon Ball." Lang Ying recounted the secrets of the year.

I recalled the contents of that black notebook. Back then, Japan sent a large number of expeditions to our side to collect information on dragon veins. It was not surprising that they had the treasure lost by the Lang family.

Looking at the place where grandpa disappeared, many doubts in my heart were solved at once.

The second uncle said that grandpa left his wife and children back then, left without saying a word, and never came back. Only such a major event related to the fate of the country would make grandpa make such a choice.

Fatty Wang blinked his eyes, half understanding, scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, looking funny as if he wanted to ask, but didn't know where to start.

The old boatman coughed a few times, woke up earlier than we thought, slowly opened his eyes, and looked around with some doubts.

"Grandpa, you're awake, do you feel uncomfortable?" I threw the cigarette butt on the ground, walked over and asked concerned.

"My old bone is still strong, where is it?" The old boatman stood up while supporting the wall.

I briefly explained what happened after the old boatman fainted, and pointed to the front, "Through this passage, you will find the central palace."

"It's a pity, I didn't see the demeanor of Master Zhang." The old boatman looked at the black ash after the burnt talisman paper on the ground, and said regretfully.

"Everyone, hurry up and take a break. If we can't break through the central palace, we all have to stay in the underground palace." Lang Ying said in a deep voice, and began to check her equipment.

Fatty Wang held the amulet in both hands, closed his eyes, and kept turning his lips, begging for the blessing of some god.

"Old man, why don't you just stay here and wait for us?" I was a little worried about the health of the old boatman.

The old boatman stretched his fists and feet, smiled brightly, and said, "As I get older, my physical strength is still not as good as before, but I can still hold on."

I looked back at the pitch-black passage ahead, trying to calm down, not knowing how the most terrifying existence in this underground palace would appear in front of us.

In the small secret room, only the sound of everyone's breathing remained, and the atmosphere was a little dull for a while.

(End of this chapter)