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Chapter 299

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    Without Chen Xiazi reminding me, I can tell that the man on the side of the road doesn't seem like a good person.

    Suddenly appeared on the side of the road in the middle of the night and asked me to tell a fortune teller.

    Where is there such a suitable thing.

    Especially now that the dark road is still there, if I strike up a conversation rashly, I'm afraid I will get into trouble.

    Without saying a word, I followed Blind Chen directly into the ancestral hall.

    With a soft squeak, the other two, together with the driver, directly closed the door of the ancestral hall.

    I also looked back subconsciously, and the middle-aged man had already walked towards the "dwarf" on the side of the road.

    The door is completely closed, and it can be vaguely seen that the outside is locked from the crack of the door.

    I was inexplicable, and my heart was also half relieved.

    Turning around and looking into the ancestral hall, my breathing was slightly stagnant.

    This ancestral hall is a huge single house, with wooden frames on both sides, the shelves are full of white candles, the candles burn faintly, and there is no light, but it still makes the ancestral hall bright, and there is a statue on the innermost wall.  statue.

    This statue is a woman with a slightly elongated face, not like a horse face, but like a shoehorn.

    His eyebrows are short and thick, but the bone under the eyebrows is very long, his eyes are sunken, his cheekbones are high and protruding, his chin is very thin, and his lips are not thin.

    My heart skipped a beat, this statue of a woman

    Isn't it the bun girl's?

    At that time, there were many air roots on the face of her corpse, and the toxin infection and changes of the corpse head mushroom, so that the shape of her face was slightly damaged.  I can still be sure that this is the statue of Ji Niang.

    It's no wonder that Mr. Yin suddenly appeared.

    Ma Baoyi didn't tell us any details about this matter before, otherwise, we might not have gone up the mountain.

    How could he not attract others' attention if he stole the corpse under the nose of others and went to the grave to destroy it?

    Blind Chen sat down on the threshold, and suddenly said: "Sixteen, don't worry too much, in my opinion, Mr. Yin has no malicious intentions."

    I frowned, and my expression was puzzled: "Uncle Chen, what does this mean?"

    "What is enshrined in this ancestral hall?" Blind Chen asked suddenly.

    "Ji Niang." I replied.

    Blind Chen lit a rolled cigarette, took a deep breath and said, "On the way, I was guessing whether he was harmless or not. A few people seemed to be guarding us, but they really couldn't do much."

    "This ancestral hall is dedicated to Ji Niang, so it must be a more important place for them. In addition, there is no one guarding it now, and no one is stopping us if we want to leave."

    "But Jin Abacus is in his hands and Feng Bao is in the hospital"

    Blind Chen replied calmly: "Is there still danger in the hospital? It's broad daylight."

    "As for the golden abacus." Blind Chen glanced sideways at Zhang Jiugua's body.

    "He originally intended to kill us, but the golden abacus fell out, so he changed his mind, I'm afraid Sixteen, you really have to thank Zhang Jiugua." Blind Chen's reminder stunned me again.

    I lowered my head and thought about it carefully, and it was really the same as what he said.

    Even before, Mr. Yin looked at Zhang Jiugua several times.  Could it be that Mr. Yin and Zhang Jiugua are old?

    Their relationship should not be very good, or there are other deep reasons.

    Otherwise, he would have seen my body with Zhang Jiugua on my back, but he still wanted to do it.

    He didn't change his attitude until the golden abacus fell out, and there must be something to say in this.

    There are still a lot of questions in my heart, and I just want to discuss it with Chen Xiazi.

    When looking at Blind Chen again, he closed his eyes and leaned against the door frame as if he had fallen asleep.

    I'm actually very tired too.

    After going up the mountain for a day, I didn't sleep all night last night. I left Ma Baoyi and Zhang Er and went up the mountain.

    Until now, I have not closed my eyes for at least thirty or forty hours, and I haven't even eaten much.

    Now as soon as my spirit is relaxed, I am also extremely exhausted.

    Although it is cold outside and the temperature is low, there are so many candles lit in the ancestral hall, and it is completely closed with no wind, so it is still warm.

    I laid Zhang Jiugua's body flat on the ground, and sat down to rest.

    The drowsiness gradually came to my mind, and I couldn't hold back the fight of my eyelids for a while, and I fell into a deep sleep.

    I didn't sleep well this time, and I didn't dare to sleep too hard, so that I was always half dreaming and half awake.

    Also had a lot of messy dreams.

      I dreamed that I was back on the top of Ji Niang¡¯s tomb and was hung on the hanging ladder.

    The cold wind was biting, and it blew me all over with cuts and bruises.

    Ji Niang was sitting on the pavilion, she was covered in white feathers, obviously she had become a feather.

    Ma Baoyi's limbs were twisted, his body shriveled like a corpse, and he crawled under her feet without a sound.

    Ji Niang was still sneering at me, as if saying that we broke into something we shouldn't, and death is the atonement.

    After that, the mountain collapsed, and the rocks fell on me.

    Feelings of fear and despair spread, and I was woken up abruptly in a dream.

    I opened my eyes suddenly, my forehead was covered with fine white sweat, and my whole body was also wet with sweat.

    The light inside the ancestral hall is still a bit dim.

    From the crack in the door, a few rays of sunlight came in and shone on the ground, with some reflections.

    Blind Chen was already awake, leaning against the threshold to smoke, and the wolf mastiff lay beside him.

    Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I stood up and called Uncle Chen.

    Just at this moment, the door was suddenly opened.

    Blind Chen got up because of this.

    The wolf mastiff took a few steps back, looking a bit fierce.

    The person who opened the door was a woman in her early twenties.

    She has a pair of single eyelids, fair skin, and a sense of tranquility of a classical beauty.

    In addition, she held a roll of things in her hand.

    The thing was wrapped in burlap and tied with rope.

    "Your name is Luo Shiliu, isn't it?" Her voice is beautiful, which is pleasant to hear.

    I nodded subconsciously.

    "Master asked me to give this to you. In addition, you can go."

    The woman said as she pushed the door completely open.

    A Jinbei car was parked outside.

    Feng Bao leaned against the driver's door, looking a little slumped.

    Although Feng Bao's face was still a bit grim, but fortunately he woke up, and he can still stand!

    Clearly out of danger.

    But what I can't figure out is, does this let us go?

    Don't Mr. Yin have something to ask me?

    Besides, the golden abacus is still in his hands, where can I go?

    However, Blind Chen is really right, he no longer has any malicious intentions.

    Between my thoughts, I took a deep breath, looked at the woman firmly and said, "I won't leave, and I don't want this thing either. I want to see Mr. Yin."

    "This is what you want. Another accident happened on the mountain. He can't go down the mountain now. He arranged for these two things to be sent down overnight."

    The woman said softly again: "When he is free, he will go to see you."

    After speaking, she didn't wait for me to speak, and directly stuffed the cloth bag into my hand.

    It felt heavy in the hand, and there was a slight clacking sound.

    My heart beat wildly.

    Immediately lowered his head and opened the cloth bag.

    Under the sun, the golden abacus reflects the golden light, stinging people's eyes.

    In addition, there is a parchment book.

    Isn't this the parchment book contained in the human skin that Zhang Jiugua is holding tightly to?

    It's also the stuff of Ji Niang!

    On the cover, there are a few simple words.

    "Buying Shadows and Viewing Mountains." (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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