Seriously, Li Ergou especially wants to go back and see what grandpa is doing.

And the black smoke over the ancestral hall, how did it come from?

But the third uncle didn't want him to go back, and when he saw that Li Ergou kept turning back, he urged: "Ergou, let's go, your grandfather will come back when they are done." ”

"Third uncle, are you hiding something from me? And the turtle stele, why does it keep bleeding? Li Ergou asked.

He really had too many doubts in his heart, and Wolong Village was no longer the familiar Wolong Village, as if everyone had a secret in their hearts.

Not only the third uncle, but even the grandfather that Li Ergou has always respected.

"You don't have to know these things." The third uncle said without looking back.

After walking a few steps, he stopped and added: "There's nothing going on at home, I think you better go back to Yangcheng, go back to change companies, and work hard." ”

"I'm not going!" Li Ergou shook his head resolutely.

If it weren't for those things before, Li Ergou might still think that the third uncle would say this because he cared about his future.

But now, the third uncle is obviously a drunkard, and wants to break Li Ergou away.

Not to mention the secret of the turtle monument under the ancestral hall, as well as the strange things of the second grandfather's house, Li Ergou has not yet understood it clearly, just take the drought caused by the small drought as an example, Li Ergou can't just leave.

The third uncle saw that Li Ergou couldn't persuade him, and he didn't say anything more.

When they got home, they didn't see the fat man, Li Ergou called the fat man, only to know that the guy had gone out to observe the feng shui in Wolong Village again.

But this is also understandable, the fat man just had a conflict with the third uncle in the ancestral hall, how could he stay at home?

Isn't that self-inflicted?

After hanging up the phone, Li Ergou became bored again, he took out his mobile phone, opened the writer's backstage, and then there was a big head.

"Author, are you missing?"

"Have you seen these 5 recommendation votes in my hand, 'stabbed' and gone!"

"Author, I beg you to be a person! If it is not updated for a day, the collection becomes zero; If it is not updated for two days, it will be ordered to be two hundred and five! ”

……

In the book review area, all of them are messages urging changes.

Li Ergou then remembered that he was busy with a bunch of messy things, and it seemed that he hadn't updated it for two days.

Could it be that the average has really become two hundred and five?

Li Ergou hurriedly opened the data and took a look, and only after finding that the average order was still four digits, did he put his mind at ease, and then sent a chapter of the manuscript that he had secretly saved before.

But as soon as he finished updating, a new message popped up.

"At ten o'clock in the evening, in front of the madman's grave, the spirit carriage is drawn and the box is filled with ghosts, you must go and see!"

The ID of the message, not surprisingly, is still the "ghost of hell".

Li Ergou is now a little skeptical about life, where is this ghost of hell sacred? I didn't eat their rice, why is it so ghostly?

Even if he is the person next to Li Ergou, it is impossible to know everything well.

Could it be that this ghost of hell is a fat man, or a third uncle?

It's just that as soon as this idea appeared, it was denied by Li Ergou.

First of all, the third uncle will not be so boring, and people of his age don't like to read online novels.

As for the fat man, it is even more impossible.

Several times, the ghost of hell left messages to Li Ergou, and the fat man was all by his side.

After deleting the message of the ghost of hell and banning him forever, Li Ergou devoted himself to intense literary creation.

By the time it was evening, Li Ergou had already written four chapters of the novel and set it up to be updated regularly.

In this way, those readers should have nothing to say.

glanced at the kitchen and found that his mother had already cooked the meal, and Li Ergou was just about to make a call to the fat man when he heard someone knocking on the door.

He walked over and saw that it was the fat man standing in the doorway.

"Fat man, what did you get out of this day?" Li Ergou said curiously.

The fat man nodded and said, "The crops on the mountain east of Wolong Village have basically been sunburned to death, and other places can't last long, Brother Ergou, we have to solve the problem of the little drought as soon as possible." ”

As soon as he heard this, Li Ergou frowned: "Fat man, what can you do?" ”

If you want to solve the little drought, Li Ergou's only reliance is the fat man who is the descendant of the Heavenly Master.

Of course, the third uncle may also have a way, but Li Ergou feels that with the character of the third uncle, he may not be involved in this matter.

Speaking of the dry fish, the fat man's face also became a little solemn, but he still said: "I found that not far from the entrance of your village, there is a martial saint temple of Guan Erye, we may be able to go there to think of a way." ”

Li Ergou nodded, he still had some impressions of the temple that the fat man said.

More than 10 years ago, there was a drought in Wolong Village, and the grandfather took the people in the village to raise funds to build it.

After the problem of the drought fish had a solution, Li Ergou told the fat man about the message of the ghost of hell again.

When he heard that there was a ghost reader who had been leaving a message for Li Ergou, even the fat man was very surprised.

In order to verify the authenticity of the message of "Hell Ghost", after eating, Li Ergou went out with the fat man, and then came directly to the madman's grave.

Because the third uncle was not there at dinner, there were no major problems.

The madman's grave was dug up by the paper man last night, and during the day today, after his family found out, they made him a clothed grave and called the police.

However, this kind of thing will definitely not be found by the police.

Even if you find out, you can't do anything, you can't drain the water in the reservoir and go to find the corpses of those paper people and paper horses who want crazy people, right?

What's more, Li Ergou felt that even if the reservoir was drained, he might not be able to find the body of the madman.

Li Ergou and the fat man sat on the ridge next to the madman's grave, and then chatted with each other, and Li Ergou glanced at the time from time to time.

When it was almost ten o'clock, the sound of several bells was suddenly heard in the distance, and it was not long before a carriage drove in from a distance.

"Fatty, look!"

Li Ergou pointed to the carriage and was stunned.

In addition to the hair, the muscles, blood vessels and other tissues of the horse pulling the carriage are clearly visible.

The old man in the carriage was full of blood on the left side of his body, like a young man in his twenties, but the right half of his body was extremely withered, and only skin and bones remained.

In addition, there was a box covered with a red cloth on the carriage, which was very strange.

Isn't this the second grandfather?

Unexpectedly, the person who the ghost of hell said turned out to be him.

The most terrifying thing is that the second grandfather and the horse have become the terrifying appearance of last night.

"Brother Ergou, don't talk!" The fat man made a silent gesture and whispered to Li Ergou.

Li Ergou nodded, and hid in the grass with the fat man, staring at the carriage.

The second grandfather in the carriage didn't seem to notice Li Ergou and them, and he didn't stop until he walked to the edge of the reservoir.

Then I saw the second grandfather get out of the carriage, and then took out a soul-attracting banner from the box covered with a red cloth, stood on the edge of the reservoir, and shouted while shaking: "Soul, come here!" ”