(The previous chapter was screened, and the overall description of how Zeng Yifan and the other four got out of the explosion and how they fought with Onitsuka and others, it was too violent, and it could be picked up by skipping the plot)

After a night of hard work, Zeng Yifan and the four of them finally got out of Qingfeng Mountain. But at the same time, they also completely lost their purpose.

"What are we going to do next?" Mo Rufeng sighed.

At first, he followed Cai Wen's instructions to protect Zeng Yifan all the way and help him recover his ability and return to the divination competition. But now, the clues in all four cities are broken. Moreover, whether it is Ding Zhengtao or Onizuka, they must be laying out and vowing to catch a few of them. It's hard to even save your life, let alone go back to the game?

"I knew there was another way." Tang Yi said slowly, his appearance was very solemn and very affirmative.

In fact, just when the west wing of the Qingfeng Taoist Temple was blown up by the Goryeo Eight Extremes Sect, Tang Yi thought of a person, a person who was enough to heal Zeng Yifan.

As a result, he discussed a new self-rescue plan with Zeng Yifan and others.

"As long as you find that person, everything, there will be a new beginning."

......

The weather has been very bad these days, and the continuous rain makes people very upset.

Ding Zhengtao stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the gray scene outside, and for a moment he even wondered, is this day gray or this rain gray?

For Ding Zhengtao, there are many doors in front of him that have been opened, Cai Wen's disappearance, the cooperation between the two factions of the island country and Goryeo, and the intervention of international consortiums...... These opened doors showed Ding Zhengtao a great future and infinite scenery.

However, Ding Zhengtao's mind has always been very clear-headed, which is also one of the secrets of his ability to climb to today's position.

In the face of these beautiful scenes, he did not feel complacent, and at this moment, he had more worries and doubts in his heart.

Although Cai Wen is nowhere to be found, and although Zeng Yifan has become a waste, he has repeatedly escaped under the pursuit of several forces.

Of course, if these are just internal worries, then Onizuka and Kim Hyo-kyung are external troubles. Judging by their current state, it seems that the goal of the islanders and Koreans is not limited to catching the murderer of their contestants.

These insatiable bunches! Ding Zhengtao said indignantly.

Tuk Tuk, someone knocked lightly outside the door, Ding Zhengtao didn't need to ask out loud to conclude that outside the door must be his henchman Xiao Jia, only he would even knock on the door so carefully.

Xiao Jia is indeed a cautious person, after getting Ding Zhengtao's permission, he slipped in quietly through the crack in the door like a hamster, bowed slightly to Ding Zhengtao, and peeked at Ding Zhengtao's face.

"If you have something, say it, and if you have a fart, let it go." Ding Zhengtao approached the table very impatiently, took a tissue, and carefully wiped the debris on his hands.

He knows this subordinate very well, and if he wants Xiao Jia to report his worries, it is simply more difficult than killing him. Judging from the current appearance of this kid, it is certainly not good news, but it is news that has to be said

"Our people have traced Zeng Yifan's whereabouts." Sure enough, as soon as Xiao Jia opened his mouth, he came first with "good news", "I immediately took someone to follow up, but I was still one step ahead." ”

"Nonsense! If you don't get preempted, you're going to be sloppy with me here?! Ding Zhengtao hatefully cut open another cigar, "Don't go around in circles, talk about the result." ”

"Master Ding, you dissipate your anger, here's how it happened......" Xiao Jia hurriedly stepped forward to light a cigar for Ding Zhengtao, and recounted the matter as it was.

From the time he learned of Zeng Yifan's whereabouts to the time he brought someone to the scene, Jia Yue only took a fairly short time, and he even made a round-up plan and backup plan on the road.

But he still pounced, waiting for him only a dozen corpses and burned vehicles, and the traces of the scene soon made Xiao Jia come to the conclusion that the Koreans and the islanders intercepted and killed Zeng Yifan and a few people, and the whole army was wiped out.

Seeing the situation at the scene, Xiao Jia no longer had the courage to track it down, but he was afraid that he would not be able to explain to Ding Zhengtao, so he summoned a few capable subordinates to work together to find out the whereabouts and recent situation of Zeng Yifan and several of them.

But the hexagram that these people came up with is......

"Xun is the wind?!" Ding Zhengtao couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this hexagram, "How many of you have divined this hexagram?" ”

"Master Ding, how can we fool you with that little crop handle?" Jia Yue patted the horse on the one hand and showed his loyalty on the other, "Even the kung fu of pressing the bottom of the box has been used, and everyone has come up with this hexagram." ”

"Xun is the wind......" Ding Zhengtao muttered and repeated, leaning softly on the large class chair.

Xun is the wind, up and down are Xun hexagrams, for the comparison and hexagrams, to put it simply, it is a hexagram that is smooth and smooth.

Xun represents the southeast, represents the wind in nature, according to the news, Zeng Yifan came out of the northwest and traveled all the way to the southeast, which is like a wind blowing to the southeast, and it is erratic and difficult to track all the way.

This is only the meaning of the surface, from the further meaning, this hexagram is plankable and successful in terms of hope, personnel are smooth, the entry and exit of the traveler is favorable, and the wind is scattered, pervasive, and the pursuer is equivalent to chasing the wind and catching the shadow.

In this way, not to mention encircling Zeng Yifan, he can't even step on his shadow at all.

......

On November 9th, when the wind came from the west, its complexion was white, its voice was like a horse's neighing, and its taste was pungent.

On a certain highway, a half-old long-distance bus is heading to the long-distance passenger station of the provincial capital.

The weather is good, the road is good, there are no vehicles in front and behind, and you can quickly reach your destination after turning this section of the road along the mountain.

It looks like I can make two more trips today, the driver thought and stepped up the throttle under his feet.

"Boom!" Something knocked on the roof of the car, and a small stone bullet jumped out of the driver's sight, and he frowned, not paying much attention.

He had run this road hundreds of times, and things like small stones falling on the mountain were so common that he was almost numb to get used to it.

Of course, not everyone will be like him, such as the four who got off the bus half an hour ago, obviously not used to it, and a little nervous.

In front of him is the Yangguan Avenue in the blue sky and the white sun, everything is as peaceful as usual, so he won't believe what the four people say, there will be danger on the road, it is best to take a detour or something.

"If you are so superstitious and hear the toad crying, I won't farm anymore." The driver grinned and lit himself a cigarette. Running long distances is a very tiring job, and if you don't cheer up, then something will happen.

The nasal cavity was stimulated by the smoke, and the driver's spirit came up, and his eyes lit up, but the road in front of him suddenly darkened.

The driver's brain couldn't react a little, it was still a good day just now, why did it get dark all of a sudden?

The car is still moving forward, and the road continues to be dark.

"Boom!" A huge mountain rock smashed on the top of the long-distance bus, the high-speed car slammed suddenly, the rear tail lifted, and rushed forward with residual strength, and the body quickly twisted up under the pressure of the boulder and its own momentum, like a mass of waste paper that was kneaded into shape.

"Whew-" The deformed body sparked a dazzling spark on the ground.

"Whew-" A burst of fire erupted from the leaking fuel tank, and the wind swelled.

"Boom—"

There is a farmland not far from the road, and the farmers who are working in the fields are a little puzzled, how can there be thunder on a sunny day?

......

On November 10th, at midnight, the lights of the east house fell, and its light burst and flashed, and there was a loud sound, startling the neighbors.

In a small town hotel, Lao Hou, the clerk on duty, was fiddling with the radio boredly, and the kerosene lamp lit on the table made him upset.

To say that although this town is not big, although the sparrows are small, there are very few things like power outages.

Today is just after half past eight, the lights in a room in the east suddenly burst and exploded, and the debris fell to the ground, and then the entire hotel was directly powered off.

But it's okay, the occupant in that room happened to open the door, and no one has entered yet, so it wasn't hurt.

"No wonder the imperial calendar says, 'The day is broken, and the big thing is not suitable'." The old marquis carried a yellowed old imperial calendar and approached the kerosene lamp.

He believes in this, it is not an ordinary letter, as long as there is something, he will take the old imperial calendar for a long time, always trying to find some signs of good luck and avoiding evil.

There are also those who don't believe this, not long after the power outage, the four residents of the east house came to check out, and it seems that they have to rush overnight.

Lao Hou Shenshen muttered to them for a long time, meaning that today's days are not very good, and they are still on the road in the middle of the night, and if they don't get it, something will happen.

Lao Hou was very serious when he said this, but the people laughed, and still left the room, and one of the nerd-looking men told him to be careful of the candle.

"If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you." The old marquis muttered, let me be careful of the candles, you should pay attention not to bump into anything on the road.

At eleven o'clock at night, his old-fashioned radio was playing the Peking Opera joke "Kong Ming Borrowing the East Wind", and the old student's singing voice had a unique charm, and the old Hou closed his eyes and shook his head. As I was working hard, I heard the smell of something burning in my nose.

It can't be that the lamp in one room knocked down, Lao Hou's heart was excited, and he hurriedly ran inside.

Fire! The old marquis has never seen such a fierce fire when he is so big, and he doesn't know how it burns, and the tongue of fire burned half of the hotel in a few clicks, and he couldn't even put it out.

Soon, the old emperor's calendar on the table was also burned, and this yellow paper book that the old marquis has always relied on to avoid evil is completely met with a big murderer at this moment.

......

On November 11, the southeast wind rose, the drizzle was drizzling, the traffic was continuous, and the passers-by were in a hurry.

This day is the tenth and a half of the lunar calendar, which is also known as the "Ghost Festival". Catering to Halloween, the weather is also gray and drizzling.

"During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." This poem describing the Qingming Festival is also very suitable for the "Halloween Festival" at this time, because now the pedestrians on the road are really "wanting to break their souls", there are many people and vehicles blocking the road, and the large and small vehicles are all moving at a turtle speed regardless of the brand and model.

Anyway, nothing is as big as the ancestors, so when it comes to the days of Qingming and Ghost Day, everyone has to go to the ancestors to make offerings to the ancestors and ask for the wealth and health of their descendants.

Therefore, on the main roads of urban and rural traffic, convoys lined up early, no matter how anxious you are to get on the fire, the place where you should stop is still unable to move.

I finally got to the nearby cemetery, and the gate was crowded with people, so lively that it was like rushing to a market, everywhere was lighting incense and burning paper for candles, and the green smoke and the rain and fog in the air were mixed together, so blurry that people could hardly see the scene.

Uncle Gu, the gatekeeper, has long been accustomed to these, he has been working in this cemetery for 20 years, and it was only the Qingming Festival before, but now this "ghost festival" is also becoming more and more lively here year by year.

Of course, no matter how many people there are, he is not in a hurry, anyway, the cemetery is so big, no matter how lively it is, the garden can't be tossed over, after all, the people sleeping under the ground are the ancestors and relatives of those tourists.

There are security guards to maintain order, and there are grave workers who help with odd and miscellaneous work, and he, the old man who usually guards the door, seems to be idle, usually at this time he will hide in his hut to make a pot of new tea, while sipping and looking, enjoying the leisure brought by the excitement.

However, Uncle Gu didn't hide to make tea today, and walked around the garden vigorously, helping the security guards to maintain order for a while, and helping the tomb workers to take care of their affairs for a while, and watched from the northeast corner of the garden to the southwest corner.

But as soon as he arrived at the southwest corner, Uncle Gu stopped moving, rested against the courtyard wall over there, and peeked at the guests who came and went.

"It's almost hour, why haven't you come yet?" Uncle Gu glanced at his watch.

On the fifteenth day of the tenth month of the lunar calendar, this is the time set by Uncle Gu, and it is also a special time, if you miss it, you will have to wait for another year.

No matter who you are, you can't break this rule.

Because the "Hades" valley does not come, only buries people at the appointed hour.

According to Tang Yi's previous plan, the four of them stopped and walked in the country town, and avoided those unprovoked "unexpected disasters" with superb divination, and thus found the key person in the first step of the plan - "Hades" Gu Bulai, that is, the gatekeeper of this cemetery.

Gu Bulai is actually a diviner, and the reason why he is called "Hades" is because he is the best at judging life and death, and he is not bad for a minute or a second.

In fact, strictly speaking, this is only one of the reasons, he also has an ability that ordinary people don't know - burying people, everything that has been buried by his hands will be dead, and the causes of death are all strange, and there are all kinds of deaths.

And the mystery is the key to the beginning of Tang Yi's new plan.

A few apples rolled to Gu Bulai's feet, followed by an elderly man, carrying a plastic bag with a leaky bottom, followed by three men who were traveling with him. Gu Bulai saw that the apple had fallen in front of him, so he picked it up and handed it over.

"A husband has a he." The man carrying the plastic bag suddenly whispered.

Gu Bulai paused slightly, stared at the apple in his hand, and replied in a low voice: "Eight people speak." ”

The man nodded, took the apple from Uncle Gu's hand, casually stuffed it to a nerd-looking man behind him, and walked away with his companion as if nothing had happened.

Gu Bulai continued to lean against the courtyard wall, and only after touching half a cigarette did he staggered to the back of the cemetery, his steps were not fast or slow, and when he reached the arch of the backyard, his body stopped slightly, raised his right hand and touched the back of his head, and went to the left side of the door.

Not long after his figure disappeared, the four men followed cautiously, stopped at the arch, and then walked to the right.