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Immediately I realized that this Feng Lan was sent by Feng Qu.
I replied in a deep voice that I don't know the situation yet.
After getting out of the car, I went directly to open the door of the car.
The car is empty, where is anyone?
Then I also went into the small second floor, and it was quiet inside.
I called Hua Gu, and the only answer was the echo.
With a soft click, Xu Shiyu turned on the light.
Under the dim gas light, I felt a little terrified for no reason.
Turning around, I saw a mourning hall on the south wall.
Above the mourning hall is a posthumous photo. In the photo, Lao Ding's expressionless dead face is staring straight ahead.
It is normal for Hua Gu to worship Lao DingLao Ding is her father, and this mourning hall has always been there, I have seen it more than once before.
What is abnormal is that there is one more thing in front of the posthumous photo.
I walked over quickly, looking at the extra wood carving with my pupils constricted.
Isn't this the wood carving in Xu Shiyu's house? The gestures are all the same.
The only exception is that the woodcarving in Xu Shiyu's house has no face, and this one already exists.
Its face actually belonged to Li Dexian!
Li Dexian was smiling, as if everything was under his control!
Although this expression and the expression revealed by the wood carving are lifelike, they disgust me to the extreme.
As soon as I pulled it out to catch the dagger, I chopped it down with a swipe, and the wood carving's head fell off.
Turning around, I walked outside the house.
Xu Shiyu, Feng Qu, and Feng Bao didn't interrupt me, but followed me closely.
The field road next to the small second floor leads to the Chaoyang house I ordered for Chen Xiazi.
But I knew in my heart that I was afraid it would not be so easy to get through.
It was very late at night, and there was fog on the field road.
? When I was looking for a house, in order to avoid the haunted house on the second floor of Lao Ding¡¯s small house, I chose a relatively distant Fengshui place. Therefore, we found the Ziwu Maoyou Sizheng Palace, which is very suitable for building a Chaoyang house.
It's just that the location is deep in the field, and we have to walk for at least ten minutes.
Trying my best to calm down my breathing, I said in a deep voice: "The fog in the night, sometimes it's not just fog, this black light is blind, there can be no other good "people" except us."
"In any case, follow me. If you meet or see something later, don't make a fuss."
"Don't start a conversation. If someone asks a question, just pretend that you didn't hear or see it."
"Don't say the wrong thing yourself!" "Don't pick up things on the ground, it's just one sentence, everything is up to me, just follow me." Xu Shiyu nodded vigorously, and her voice was also very firm.
Feng Qu and Feng Bao also expressed their understanding.
In order to ensure nothing goes wrong, I still took out a few evil spirit talismans and handed them to the three of them respectively.
Then I walked in along the field road.
The ridges are narrow and narrow, and if you don't pay attention, you will fall into the field.
As we entered the field road, the fog seemed to become more.
The white mist began to thicken, so that the moonlight above the head became thinner and dimmer.
Both Feng Qu and Feng Bao took out their flashlights. The light shone from behind to the front, shaking endlessly, but their vision was much clearer.
I also thought about it for two minutes, and suddenly felt that there was something abnormal.
This kind of fog is the ghost fog that only appears in the shade.
Someone died, and there were corpses near the field road, so this kind of fog appeared!
Who died?
Is it the Feng Lan sent by Feng Qu?
Thinking of this, I felt a lot of depression.
Continue to walk forward, but I feel that there seems to be something wrong with the ridge.
I can't tell the feeling, the fog is too thick, and the night is too dark, I can't judge the road ahead at all.
In addition, I haven't been here for a long time. In this case, if I go to the wrong field, I have to take a detour.
At this moment, I suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a shadow of a person shaking in front of me.
I could tell at a glance that it couldn't be Blind Chen.
The person who came out of this Yin Road is by no means a character that is easy to get along with.
I also held the mourning stick in my hand.
As a result, Feng Qu's voice came from behindHe called me in a very low voice.
I turned around, Feng Qu's forehead was covered with sweat, and he said in a low voice: "Feng Lan, do you want to call him, Mr. Luo? Why is he standing around here?"
I frowned and made a booing motion.
When I turned around again, the man's shadow was gone
The fog suddenly became astonishingly large, and the white fog surrounded us.
"Walk!"
Surrounded by this mist, I feel very depressed, and I also feel that my hairs are standing on end, and there must be danger!
With the mourning stick in hand, I walked forward quickly.
Xu Shiyu's reaction speed was very fast, she directly grabbed my clothes, and she also grabbed Feng Qu's arm.
Feng Bao was much more courageous, and he did not fall behind.
When my head was plunged into the mist, suddenly, a trembling voice came from my ear: "Boys, are you lost too?"
The fog seemed to have settled down, and I vaguely saw a person standing beside the field ridge.
This is a white-haired old woman with a look of lovelessness, and her expression is pleading: "Young man, can you please take me to the crematorium?"
"The old blind man is cruel and has been ignoring us. We are on the village road, so we have a chance anyway. I don't know who the hell brought us here, and we can't go back!"
Next to the old woman, there are some people, a young man in his twenties, skinny and skinny, with his head drooping.
A man in his thirties was leading a silly little girl who was still sucking her fingers.
The man kept crying, which made people feel extremely depressed.
"There are incense sticks on the side of the road. Where is the popularity in the field? My child is going to starve to death." "Brother, can you do me a favor?" Besides them, there were many shadows of people in the thick fog. Approaching us.
Those "people" still held white lanterns in their hands.
Although the memory is blurred, I quickly recalled their words and faces.
Back then, Blind Chen took me to Lao Ding's house to collect corpses and open the Yin Road, I met these "people".
At the beginning, Blind Chen ignored them directly, coupled with the deterrence of the wolf mastiff, they directly scolded Blind Chen for being cold-blooded and a beast, saying that no one would die when he died.
Unexpectedly, Li Dexian brought "them" here.
I ignored the old woman, and waved the mourning stick in my hand twice. Amid the whistling sound, they retreated in panic.
After the mist dissipated a little, it became denser again.
I walked for a few more minutes, but I still didn't arrive at Chen Xiazi's Chaoyang residence.
?I couldn't hold back anymore, and found out the fixed compass, but it didn't work, so I could only use the fixed compass to find the direction, and went directly to the Sizheng Palace of Ziwu Maoyou.
Just at this moment, a sullen voice suddenly came from behind: "Steward Feng, you're here, are you also lost?"
"It just so happens that if I follow you, I can go out, right?" The suddenness of this voice also surprised me.
suddenly turned around.
Behind Feng Qu, there is a man of seventeen or eighteen years old.
His head was almost on Feng Qu's shoulder, and he kept blowing into Feng Qu's ears.
[The author has something to say]
Today's update is over.
Lao Luo is collecting manuscripts and trying his best to turn every Monday into a fixed update day.
In addition, many book friends asked, is Feng Shui true?
I can't say it's all true, after all, I also learned it from books, but there must be a reason for existence.
It was so difficult for the ancients to create, but they left so many books.
The beholder sees benevolence in these things, and the wise sees wisdom.
I also hope that book friends will not hesitate to help with the gold coins in their hands, and give more rewards to support Lao Luo, so that "The Record of Hearing Facts" will maintain the popularity of fans, so that more readers will have the opportunity to read this novel!
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