Ming Chuan also knew that he had to find the little ghost before he could make further plans. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But where to find that little ghost?

Originally, he thought that the little ghost was Old Man Zhang's dead grandson, so he thought of coming here to find clues. It turned out that this was not the case at all.

The clue on Old Man Zhang's side was also broken.

He scratched his hair a little irritably, these things had nothing to do with him, but the little imp targeted him, which made him very unhappy.

Especially after Shadow Lan became that person.

Although Ming Chuan had not changed much on the surface, he had actually ignited anger in his heart. It was also because of this that he took action before Shadow Lan recovered.

He also knew that if Ying Lan was not around, his combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced. The identity and purpose of the other party are unknown. In this case, it is best to wait and see, gather intelligence, and wait for Shadow Lan to fully recover before deciding on the next action according to the situation.

In this way, it is a smart way to not only ensure your own safety, but also to take more effective measures according to the situation. This is also his usual practice.

He doesn't hate passivity, and in many cases, it's more time-saving than aggressive. After seeing the opponent's movements and taking corresponding countermeasures, most of them can get twice the result with half the effort. And he knows very well that only the opponent who takes action will have more opportunities to expose his flaws, so that he can make more inferences through the words and deeds of the other party.

He knew all these things in his heart.

However, after seeing Shadow Lan become like that, the anger in his heart made it impossible for him to remain silent.

This time, he didn't want to remain passive.

It's not his style to take the initiative to attack, but that doesn't mean he can't do it, and it doesn't mean he can't do it.

Ming Chuan stood in the middle of the courtyard with a cigarette in his mouth, half-squinted his eyes, raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, and his eyes swept around the outside of the earthen house.

That little ghost is not Old Man Zhang's grandson, so why did it follow Old Man Zhang in the first place?

What's the secret of that old man?

Looking at the house in front of him, where everything could be seen at a glance, Mingchuan overturned this idea.

If it's not for the secret on him, then, is it for the old man Zhang himself?

Thinking of this, Ming Chuan squinted his eyes slightly.

Compared with ordinary people, is there anything special about Old Man Zhang?

To be sure, the reason will not be his unusual poverty.

Think about it, recall carefully, there must be something that you have overlooked.

Where exactly?

The pictures of the past few days have been flashing in my mind, from the day I first arrived at the archives, there have been a lot of things that have happened in the past few days, and after recalling it carefully, Ming Chuan found that there was something strange in everything.

What's going on in this old town?

Wait a minute......

The weird events in the old town don't stop there!

Thinking of this, Ming Chuan raised his head suddenly, because he had been lowering his head in contemplation before, the movement of raising his head at this time was a little violent, which made him feel dizzy.

The cigarette between his fingers fell to the ground, and he didn't feel it at all.

The surrounding scenery seemed to rotate, and there was a faint black air under the eyes. In the black air, there seems to be a touch of bright red.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Pan Shi was beside him, and when he saw this, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed his arm, which made Ming Chuan come back to his senses.

"Is it because of the impact of his previous injuries?" Gao Shan Jing stood aside with a smile on his face, and he didn't want to help in the slightest.

Ming Chuan's previous injuries were not light, although when he fell asleep in the car, he recovered a lot because of the spell that sounded in his head, but he did not completely heal. And the blood that was lost before can't be turned back in vain.

When the two asked, Ming Chuan had already relieved himself.

He slowly stood upright, pulled his arm out of Pan Shi's hand, and turned his head to look at Pan Shi with those listless eyes.

"What are you doing?" Pan Shi was a little furious when Ming Chuan saw it.

"Didn't you say before that your uncle experienced the events of more than ten years ago?" Ming Chuan frowned slightly, and then said, "I want to hear the details of what happened. ”

"Now?" Pan Shi was stunned.

"Yes. Mingchuan nodded.

"Do you think that what happened more than ten years ago has something to do with the current thing?" Gao Shanjing still looked at Ming Chuan with that smile and asked.

"I just had a sudden feeling that something might have started a long time ago. Ming Chuan frowned slightly, his expression a little solemn.

"But even if you say that, I can't describe it in too much detail, and I can't take you to my uncle now. Pan Shi said helplessly.

However, Ming Chuan ignored his words, but turned around, took his eyes off Pan Shi's body, and turned to the persimmon tree in the courtyard.

The sparse branches and leaves shone through the wisps of sunlight, and the mottled shadows of the trees cast on the pressing well next to them. The pump of the well seemed to shake slightly in the shade of the trees.

No, it is the shadows of the branches and leaves that shake, not the pumps of the wells.

Ming Chuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Seeing this, Pan Shi and Gao Shanjing also turned their heads to look at the press, and they didn't see anything unusual.

As the shadows of the trees flickered, he seemed to see a shadow just now, but after a moment, it disappeared.

There is Gao Shan Jing by his side, a guy with keen senses, if there is really something, Gao Shan Jing should be able to feel something.

What you just saw might just be the shadow of a leaf.

Thinking of this, Ming Chuan was about to retract his gaze, but in the blink of an eye, the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the black shadow again.

Ming Chuan's eyes immediately widened and he looked in the direction of the well.

A gust of wind blows, and the branches and leaves of the persimmon tree sway with the wind, making a "rustling" sound.

Between the shadows of the trees, there was nothing.

Ming Chuan frowned.

It was possible to say that it was a mistake once, but twice in a row, he felt that it could not be said to be an illusion.

"Don't you feel anything?" Ming Chuan didn't look away, still staring at the press well and persimmon tree in front of him, and asked Gao Shanjing.

"What do you feel?" Gao Shanjing asked a little strangely, "If you can feel the ghost qi, this place won't look so weird." ”

Indeed, he was right. Ming Chuan secretly thought in his heart.

But what was it just now?

The more he paid attention in that direction, the more he couldn't see the shadow, as if someone was playing hide and seek with him, and only after he turned his head did the other person sneak up. (To be continued.) )