There are still a lot of old acquaintances about ghost hunters in Pingjiang City, although they are all younger brothers and sisters who are six or seven years younger than the ghost hunters. At the beginning, Uncle Jiu sent him to Uncle Bai to study literature, although he was already a teenager, he had never grown up because of his body, and he was still the same as a five or six-year-old child.

For those younger siblings, ghost hunting is more guilty, but this guilt has been forgotten by him for a long time, and now that he has returned to his hometown, the feeling of loss has returned.

"I wonder how they're doing?" thought to himself, originally he had planned to go with the three of them after arriving at the City Lord's Mansion, but now it seemed that he had to go alone.

The place where Xiling and the others live is next to the City Lord's Mansion, and it won't take long to arrive, but Pingjiang City, which has not changed much, has undergone earth-shaking changes in this area.

The old earthen houses are gone, and the big courtyard for them to practice martial arts and play has also built a tall building at this time.

Now that the old scene has disappeared, let alone seeing the old man, if it weren't for the fact that it was getting late now, the ghost hunter would definitely knock on someone's door to inquire about it.

"With the fire dragon here, they shouldn't have an accident!"

"Besides, they'll be able to control the thunder trick! it's not so easy to be bullied!" the ghost hunter thought of this and temporarily let go of his worries.

Since they couldn't find Xiling, they simply went to find Xiaopang first, and the ghost hunter made up his mind but pounced again.

Xiaopang and the others are different from Xi Ling, they are natives of Pingjiang City, and the ghost hunter is much more comfortable with him than with Xi Ling, after all, there is no psychological burden on him, and this little fat man can make people happy.

The little fat family is a lot bigger than before, and it looks like he has suddenly become rich.

When he first arrived at the door of Xiaopang's house, he wanted to knock on the door, but after thinking about it, it was too late, so he simply took advantage of the night to sneak into Xiaopang's house, and the mortals of his family naturally would not be aware of the existence of ghost hunters.

The strange thing is that the ghost hunter has not found any trace of Chubby, nor has he found any trace of his life, and the living person is as if he has never appeared in this house.

If it weren't for their mourning hall and you didn't have Chubby's name, the ghost hunters would have wondered if Chubby had died young!

Throwing himself into the air again made the ghost hunter have a bad premonition, he felt that everything was not going well today, it was simply unlucky, could it be that the encounter with Xuanyue exhausted his good luck for a period of time?

The ghost hunter casually bought two roast ducks in the night market, carried two jars of soju and ran outside Pingjiang City, although the city gate was closed at night now, but how could this stop him?

The ghost hunter bounced and trotted along the path, and he spilled a lot of wine. No matter how strong a person becomes outside, he will regain his childlike appearance on the way home.

Although he had prepared for the worst, the ghost hunter was still a little caught off guard when everything really happened.

"Row!" the ghost hunter slipped his hand and accidentally shattered a jar of wine.

The thatched hut in front of me has been dilapidated, and the original lotus pond has now become a small lotus pond overgrown with weeds.

"Did they move away together?" muttered the hunt in the darkness.

The air was accompanied by the stench of aquatic plants accompanied by the sound of frogs, mixed with the pungent smell of alcohol, and for some reason the hunter felt that his nose was a little sour, and he suddenly felt so lonely under the moonlight.

The ghost hunter threw the chicken and duck to Zhuyue, and left lonely with the wine jar in his arms, he didn't know where he was going now, he just wanted to walk around and stay up until tomorrow morning and then go to the Demon Cloud Mountain with Xuanyue and them.

It's not that he doesn't have money, after buying clothes today, Xuanyue left him a little before throwing all the money to the shopkeeper, but he didn't want to stay in the inn, but unfortunately the huge Pingjiang City didn't have a place for him tonight!

The hunter walked aimlessly along a stream, and by the time the jar of wine was drunk, the hunter was already a little dazed and did not know where he was going.

"It's still early in the morning!go buy two more jars!" The ghost hunter felt that he was in a good mood, and he had not yet finished drinking, so he planned to go into the city to buy two more altars at the night market.

As a result, he didn't go far before he stopped, and in the darkness in front of him, a woman dressed in linen and filial piety sat in an abandoned small pavilion and drank alone, the woman had a lot of wine, and large and small jars were placed on the ground.

The pavilion is littered with white and yellow money papers, four red oil lamps are hung at the four feet of the pavilion for illumination, and there is a lonely grave in the forest not far away.

A cool breeze blew, and the ghost hunter woke up a lot, and if this scene in front of him made ordinary people see it, they would think that they were seeing ghosts, who worshiped the deceased at night in this deserted place?

The ghost hunter picked himself up and walked straight over.

"Lend you a drink of wine!" the ghost hunter took a pot of wine and poured it into his mouth, without waiting for the woman's consent.

The reason why the ghost hunter did this was because he noticed that there seemed to be another person lurking in the shadows, so he thought that these two people were planning to trouble him!

The strange thing is that after the ghost hunter drank the wine, he felt that the person in the secret had disappeared, and he couldn't help but raise his vigilance, and he was able to disappear under his surveillance, this person was amazing.

"Hehe, aren't you afraid?" said the woman in the pavilion with a little drunk, her face flushed, and she looked at the ghost hunter with some appreciation.

"I'm afraid, I just want to drink tonight, what are you afraid of when you have wine?" said the ghost hunter casually.

"Haha! Okay, come on, come on! It's rare for someone to drink with me, I'll do it first!" the woman took the cup in her hand and drank it down.

The Hunter raised his hand and took a sip in response, only to realize that the woman had no ill intentions, and that they might have really happened to be bumped into by him.

"Sister, who are you?" The ghost hunter had a more correct attitude, since he was not an enemy, and he drank other people's wine for nothing, he was always a little embarrassed.

"My husband!"

"It's been five years since I died!" the woman said, her expression darkened, and she seemed to be genuine.

"Oh!" the hunter replied in a low voice with a touch in his heart, it turned out to be an infatuated lover.

"Maybe six years!" the woman said suddenly.

"How could you not know how many years your husband had been dead?" the ghost hunter was stunned.

"Actually, he can't be considered my husband anymore, I've met him!" the ghost hunter frowned.

"But I recognized him at first sight!" the woman hurriedly explained, for fear that the ghost hunter would not believe him.

"And then?"

"Later, I waited for a long time in my hometown and didn't see him come to me, and four years ago I made up my mind to take the initiative to find him, but unfortunately I couldn't find him in the vast sea of people. Later, perhaps the Bodhisattva took pity on me and let me pick up his relics here, and I found out ······"

"He is a scholar, and that pen never leaves him, and that pen is expensive, so how can he throw it away at will if it doesn't have an accident······"

The woman drank a little too much, and recounted it all by emotion.

Speaking of this for a while, and talking about that for a while, she told her love story in a chaotic manner.