Yang Ming recalled carefully, when he came out of school, Lin Yixin still had a spring heart on his face, but after arriving in the grove, he became strange, could it be that the eldest aunt came? Yes!

Yang Ming and Huang Mao hunched their waists, their ears leaned against their ears, and Yang Ming whispered: "I guess, eighty percent of it is the eldest aunt who is here!"

Huang Mao suddenly realized, comprehended, and the two looked at each other and smiled. Suddenly, a fierce murderous aura roared, splitting down from between the two, the two sat on the ground, the floor in the middle was already unrecognizable, Yang Ming had palpitations: Fortunately, it flashed quickly, otherwise it would have to fall off a piece of meat.

"It's time, it's time to go, Huang Mao leads the way!"

Lin Yixin coldly urged the two, Huang Mao stood up with trembling legs, and took the two into the car.

Speechless all the way, the car drove into a barren mountain, and one suddenly rushed onto the road and stopped in front of the car.

The car pulled out tire prints a few meters away, and Huang Mao got out of the car angrily, but was grabbed by the person who stopped the car, it was an unkempt middle-aged man, who looked like a beggar despite his dirty white clothes.

"Help!

The sudden call for help, stunned Huang Mao's various greetings that he was ready to spit out quickly forced back to his stomach, Huang Mao looked at the beggar and couldn't bear to ask: "You said there is a ghost, where did you see it?"

The beggar glanced around in a panic, pointed in the direction of the barren mountain and shouted: "It's there, Kanzigou! There are ghosts in Kanzigou, and they have killed many people! Ah! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" The beggar squatted on the car with his head in his hands and shivered, muttering incessantly. Huang Mao had some surprises, because the beggar's mouth was the destination of their trip, and just when Huang Mao was about to ask the beggar about it, two doctors in white coats came in the distance.

"Hello, we are the doctor of the nearby psychiatric hospital, this one leaning in your car is a patient from our hospital, he is a little insane and often talks gibberish, in order to avoid him causing trouble to others, please allow us to take him away. The doctor smiled and showed the badge, which indeed had the words Huai'an Psychiatric Hospital.

"No, I'm not going back!I'm not sick! I'm not sick! There's a ghost in Kanzigou!There's a ghost in Kanzigou!" The madman struggled hard, and the doctor took out a needle and inserted it into the madman's neck to inject it, and the madman gradually quieted down, and at this time, Yang Ming and the others also saw the patient number behind the madman.

"Absolutely. Oh, by the way, how far is Kanzigou from here?" Huang Mao motioned for the doctor to take the madman away, and asked casually.

"Oh, what are you doing in Kanzigou?" The doctor, who was about to take people away, turned around instantly, and the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a solemn face.

"Hehe, we have a friend who came out of Kanzigou, but after he returned to Kanzigou last time, we lost contact with him, and this time I came here to go to Kanzigou to investigate the situation. Huang Mao fabricated a reasonable reason and tried to find out some information.

"I advise you not to go, there was a large-scale plague in Kanzigou before, and even the livestock in the ditch died cleanly. Seeing that this madman was not, he was the only survivor who escaped from Kanzigou, and learned about Kanzigou from his mouth, we hurriedly called the police, and heard that when the police arrived there, the village was full of corpses, and the stench was stinking, and all the corpses were like rotten wood, which was disgusting. Yesterday there was an archaeological team, all wearing gas masks, I think you should go back!"

The doctor described the tragic scene in the village vividly, and the expression on his face was also wonderful.

"That's right, thank you. Huang Mao frowned and thanked the doctor, then turned around to take care of Yang Ming and the two of them into the car.

"Hey, you young man! I told you that Kanzigou is in danger, do you still want to go?" The doctor saw that Huang Mao insisted on going his own way, and his tone suddenly became a little angry.

Huang Mao obviously didn't want to do more, waved at the doctor to thank him, and with a hard foot, the car sped away.

The doctor looked at the car in the distance, and the syringe in his hand was pinched and deformed.

Since you are looking for death, then you can't blame me!

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The car gradually drove into the narrow mountain road, out of the doctor's sight, Huang Mao glanced at Yang Ming with a solemn face, and asked, "How is it, do you see anything?"

"The doctor has a question!" Yang Ming had almost prepared the answer, and blurted out at the moment when Huang Mao asked the question.

"Well, that patient is not insane at all, and he is not talking nonsense, and there may be something unknown about Kanzigou. That doctor, obviously a little different from ordinary people, when he heard that we were going to Kanzigou, that reaction speed was not what ordinary people should have, and then the tone of his speech to us was even more cold, like a scene that wanted to drag me into his words, fortunately, Lao Tzu's strength was hard enough! Otherwise, he would really want to follow his way!" Huang Mao burst into a foul mouth with some anger.

"What is certain is that there must be something in the ditch that they don't want others to see or get. Yang Ming said his opinion bluntly.

"This mission is not easy! Chase away that stinky mongrel, I'm going to blow up his glasses when I go back!" Huang Mao said viciously, and then he was worried in his heart, just the thousand-year-old tomb is enough, there are many dangers, at least it can be dealt with, but now there is such an uncertain factor, is it really nine deaths?

The road ahead gradually became wider, and the intersection was stopped by a roadblock, and the sleepy security guard on the side of the road heard the sound of the car and became refreshed.

The security guard straightened his hat, picked up the baton on the ground, and asked Yang Ming and the others a little cautiously, "What are you here for?"

"We are Mr. Feng Shui invited by Hu Jun, I have already spoken to him on the phone just now, hurry up and take us in!" Huang Mao got out of the car, and immediately changed back to the appearance of Hang'er Langdang, talking stinky fart.

"Are you Mr. Feng Shui?" The security guard looked at the strange combination in front of him in disbelief, a gangster-like yellow hair, with two young people who looked like students, saying that he was Mr. Feng Shui, no one believed him, if he said that he was a human trafficker who abducted and sold students, it is estimated that a group of people would immediately beat him to death. And this Huang Mao was too presumptuous to speak, and he dared to call Hu Lao's name.

"What's the matter! I'm Mr. Feng Shui, and there's a problem! Are you looking down on me?" Looking at the face full of suspicion and contempt on the other side, Huang Mao jumped up like a cat had been stepped on its tail, and pressed the security guard's shoulder and said dissatisfied.

The security guard looked up at the rogue face at 45 degrees, waved his hand in a panic and said, "Huh...... No problem, no problem, but I'm going to call to make sure. ”

"Hurry up!"

Huang Mao let go of the security guard angrily, took out a cigarette and lit it, and muttered: "Why the fuck are there snobbs everywhere now!"

Yang Ming was speechless: Big brother, you don't look at your virtue, where do you look like a serious person?

"Alright, come in with me!"

The security guard waved at the three people, and took the three people from a muddy path all the way to the depths of a jungle, and the road under their feet also became a bluestone slab staircase covered with a layer of turquoise moss, which looked like it had been some years, and it was surprising that this huge bluestone slab had to have a few thousand catties, if it was in the eyes of ordinary people, it really had to sigh that the ancients had the ability to move mountains and reclaim the sea.

"It seems that the identity of the owner of this cemetery is really unusual!" Huang Maowu sighed spontaneously, if the owner of the cemetery really has the power of the Qin Emperor, it may not be difficult to lay this bluestone staircase like building the Great Wall, but according to Feng Shui, this place is not a treasure of Feng Shui, and it is too casual for the ancient emperors. Then there is only one inference: the owner of the cemetery may be a cultivator!

At the end of the bluestone slab, is the entrance to the magnificent tomb, outside the entrance stood an old man with a gray beard, when he saw Huang Mao, he immediately smiled: "Huang Mao, you turtle grandson, wait for the death of grandpa me!"

The old man's words of greeting to Huang Mao surprised Yang Ming, the tone of this old man's speech felt inexplicably familiar, could he be Huang Mao's long-lost father?

"Old urchin, your uncle, let me tell you, hurry up and fire the security guard who led me the way, otherwise don't blame me for not recognizing you as a worshipper brother!"

The first thing Huang Mao did when he saw Hu Jun was to take revenge on the security guard's contempt, which made the security guard who had not gone far stumble, and almost rolled down the bluestone slab stairs, and the security guard suddenly had a black line: Your uncle, don't you suspect you? This wants to smash my job, how careful are you!

Since then, the image of the gangster with yellow hair has become more ingrained in the hearts of the security guards.

"Don't be like those children, come and introduce me to this young and beautiful girl!"

Hu Jun looked at Lin Yixin with bright eyes, and Huang Mao immediately introduced the three of them with great interest: "This is Yang Ming......"

"I didn't ask him, I asked this little girl!" Hu Jun interrupted Huang Mao's words with an impatient pusher.

"That's right, there's nothing to say about this thing, skip it!" Huang Mao clapped his hands and walked directly in front of Yang Ming.

Your sister! It seems that the ancients really didn't deceive me! Things gather by like, and people are divided by groups! You two are really a pair of good brothers made in heaven! Yang Ming watched in a daze as the two lewd men took the opportunity to make various contacts with Lin Yixin, and suddenly had an urge to grab the two of them violently.

"Brother Huangmao, when are we going to get down to business?"

When Huang Mao and Hu Jun were discussing a certain supermodel photo album in full swing, an invisible murderous aura suddenly came from behind him, Huang Mao didn't reply, and clapped his hands fiercely and said: "Hu Lao'er, look at you, you have to say anything about the photo album, forget all the business! Hurry up, lead the way!"

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