"Come out!" Mu Zifeng roared at the earthen house, retracted his five fingers, and clenched the fists in his hands.

"There won't be ghosts in that house, will there?" Jia Fatzi said in a trembling voice. He picked up a rock from the grass and held it behind his earlobe, ready to smash it at any moment.

Mu Zifeng didn't answer, just stared at the earthen house.

Because this earthen house does have a quirkiness.

The whole earthen house is basically well preserved, the roof is paved with blue tiles, and the yellow and white earthen walls are built one after another, and it seems that the construction time will not exceed 50 years.

But why does Mu Zifeng think Tsuchiya is weird?

Because it's a fierce house.

Looking at the whole picture of the earthen house, it did not open a single window, and there was only a wooden door hidden in the wall, and it was a dark night when you peeked through the crack in the door.

Mu Zifeng, who has been familiar with traditional culture since childhood, deeply knows that in the feng shui of house construction, windows are the eyes of feng shui and play an extremely important role.

A completely enclosed room is not only not conducive to air flow and light exposure, but from the perspective of feng shui, it belongs to the house of great evil, and the yin qi is too strong.

Living in this kind of house is in a dead magnetic field, lacking vitality, and the owner of the house often suffers from disasters.

Before entering the village, Mu Zifeng found that this village and town are located near mountains and rivers, located in the land of Daji, and the houses in the village that he passed by just now were mostly closed down and collapsed, but they were in line with the art of feng shui architecture.

Thinking of this, he was a little puzzled, and raised the fire again. The light of the fire fold illuminated the vestibule of the earthen house, and the corner of Mu Zifeng's eyes swept to the wall, and he exclaimed in his heart.

On the yellow wall on the left side of the wooden door, a three-inch square character is written in white chalk, which attracted Mu Zifeng's attention because the character is like a Chinese character, not a Chinese character.

Leaning in to take a closer look, Mu Zifeng found that it was actually a Great Xia script!

After translating the Daxia text, surprise and panic surged into Mu Zifeng's heart, and the translation of that word into Chinese actually was:

"Enter"

"What a weird thing! What does this mean that someone is implying about? Mu Zifeng muttered to himself in his heart. He remembered the previous few notes with Great Xia characters written on them, although some of the places he had guided him were murderous and some were extremely weird, but they did obtain some effective information.

This time, is there any hidden information?

At least the person who wrote the Great Xia script asked him to enter through the door, is it that after entering the door, he will find some valuable clues. Mu Zifeng remembered again, the previous notes were inextricably linked to Professor Wu's disappearance, was it just a coincidence?

Therefore, going into the house is a necessary step in the search for answers.

"Fatty, why don't we go and see?" Mu Zifeng, who made a decision, decided to go into the house to find out, he had an idea, turned back, and whispered to Jia Fatzi: "I think this is an ancient village, this house is an ancient building, maybe there are valuable treasures!" Fatty, you've found a treasure! ”

"Really? Crazy, are you telling the truth? Hearing the word "baby", Jia Fatzi showed a greedy smile.

"Can I lie to you? Let's go in and have a look! You might just find your baby! Mu Zifeng smiled mysteriously.

"There won't be ghosts, will there?" Jia Fatzi hesitated a little: "This road is full of strange things, my left eye is always jumping, doesn't it say that the left eye jumps in trouble, and the right eye jumps in happiness?" ”

"It's the left eye that beats the blessing, and the right eye jumps the disaster!" Mu Zifeng took the opportunity to persuade: "Isn't this God reminding you to let you enter the house?" You see that you have found a baby, and you will share it with me! ”

"Crazy, you've finally got the hang of it, huh? What is the ancient test? In these years, making some money is the king! Jia Fatzi raised his sleeves bare and patted his chest confidently: "The fat man is on top, what little ghosts, they are all flashing aside, people block killing, ghosts block killing ghosts!" ”

After speaking, Jia Fatzi was eager to try and was about to break in.

"Don't worry, fatty!" Mu Zifeng hurriedly grabbed him and whispered: "I'll go in in later, you and I keep a distance of three meters, and if there is a situation, support each other in time!" ”

In order to prevent traps from hiding in the house, Mu Zifeng learned a lesson and arranged for Jia Fatzi to support each other in a crisis.

"Well, you're there!" When Fat Jia heard the treasure hunting, he was already excited, he immediately bent down his fat body, followed behind Mu Zifeng, with a pair of big eyes like copper bells, staring round.

Treasure Hunting is a white lie told to Jia Fatzi, Mu Zifeng calculated in his heart, if there is indeed a killing machine in the house, anyway, the enemy has already discovered our traces, it is better to change his thinking and adopt a preemptive strategy. If you can meet a villager, you can just inquire about the situation, and maybe you can find Zhao Zichuan and "a little white" them.

In order to let Jia Fatzi follow willingly, it is no longer suitable to launch the reason for Jia Fatzi's favorite to see treasure exploration.

Lighting another fire fold, Mu Zifeng carefully pushed open the wooden door, and raised his feet to step into the earthen house.

I only heard a "creaking" sound, and the door of the earthen house had just opened, and with a "bang", a black mist rushed towards Mu Zifeng.

Mu Zifeng, who had been attacked by ghosts many times, took a leap at a reflex-like speed and jumped three meters away.

The black mist behind him, with a "whoosh", chased after him like a fart.

"Crazy?" Seeing Mu Zifeng jump, Jia Fatzi also became nervous, secretly lifted the stone, and shouted at Mu Zifeng, meaning whether to do it or not.

But Mu Zifeng waved his hand.

Fixed his eyes, Mu Zifeng looked at the black fog again, and couldn't help scolding: "Some gadgets, I almost shocked the master!" ”

It turned out that dozens of moths flew up and down around the fire fold, constantly flapping their wings, and the dust in the air seemed a little strange and clear under the light of the fire.

All sudden scenes are just a false alarm!

After calming down, Mu Zifeng entered the earth house again.

As soon as he entered the house, he smelled a strange fragrance, like the smell of some kind of food cooking, and following the aroma, Mu Zifeng looked around.

In the center of the earthen house, there are things like stoves, and there are bundles of straw piled up in the corner of the east of the house, and a bucket is placed next to the straw pile.

After shuttling in the village before, Mu Zifeng decided that this was an abandoned village without any popularity, just like a dead man's village, how could there be half a bucket of water?

Temporarily putting aside the doubts in his heart, Mu Zifeng approached the stove-like thing again, and after careful inspection, he found that it was indeed a stove.

Because in the center of the stove is a large cauldron with a wooden lid.

The countertop is oozing black grease from an unknown animal or a plant, and in the upper left corner of the countertop is a clay bowl containing a few lonely grains of rice.

"Is it the kitchen?" Mu Zifeng touched the stove, and there was still residual warmth: "Someone was cooking on the fire in the house just now?" ”

Thinking drove Mu Zifeng's movements, and his eyes focused on one place, that is, the lid of the stove.

To find out, he reached out to remove the lid of the pot.

As soon as he said it, a big fat white hand flashed in front of his eyes, and the lid of the pot was lifted into the air in an instant.

"Crazy! You're talking about baby, that's what you mean? It was Jia Fatzi who appeared in front of Mu Zifeng, and he had a disgusted expression on his face.

It turned out that Mu Zifeng couldn't come out when he turned around in the earthen house, and the fat man Jia outside the house was anxious, and he was worried about the baby in his heart, so he hurriedly followed in.

Seeing Mu Zifeng staring at the lid of the pot for a long time, Jia Fatzi was anxious for him, thinking that there was some treasure, so he simply stepped forward and opened it, but found that it was a pot of gruel.

A smell of rice immediately filled the room, and Mu Zifeng understood that the strange fragrance just now was due to this pot.

An abandoned and dilapidated village, and there are still people cooking? Then it is not difficult to imagine that the sound just now must have been made by that person.

Then he must still be in the house!

Mu Zifeng and Jia Fatzi glanced at each other, and they noticed the bundle of straw in the corner.

"Who?" Fat Jia suddenly roared.

The straw pile in the corner of the wall, with a "whoosh", scattered like a fairy scattered flowers, a pitch-black "grimace", with blood-red eyes and a strange cry of "wow, wow, wow", jumped out with teeth and claws.

"Crazy, get out of the way, little ghost, eat your fat man's discus!" Jia Fatzi kicked on the ground with a giant bear, raised his fat body, and pounced on the ghost who didn't know where he came from with the overwhelming momentum of Mount Tai!

"Brother Feng, it's me!" A familiar voice sounded in Mu Zifeng's ears, and he shouted in his heart, "Oops, it's him!" ”

But the stone was about to hit the head of the "Grimace", Mu Zifeng did not hesitate at all, and kicked the "Grimace" to the corner of the wall with a flying foot.

"Wow, wow, wow......" This time, "Grimace" actually howled and cried: "I'm so bitter looking for you!" Beat me up when you meet! ”

"Are you ......" Seeing that Mu Zifeng rescued the "grimace", the overwhelmed Jia Fat Man stopped and asked.

"He's Brother Chuan! It's hard for you! Mu Zifeng sighed and helped the "grimace" up.

On closer inspection, it is indeed Zhao Zichuan, but his face is blackened, and at first glance, he can't confirm it.

"What? Master, why are you! Jia Fatzi smiled stupidly: "I almost injured the owner by mistake, sin, sin!" ”

Listening to Zhao Zichuan's crying, Mu Zifeng and Jia Fatzi understood what happened after Zhao Zichuan fled.

It turned out that Zhao Zichuan was afraid that a mountain ghost would pop out on the way, so he didn't dare to drill into the woods, so he even rolled and climbed, and only ran wildly along the road.

After breaking into this deserted town, I walked around the village a few times and did not meet a single person.

He was hungry, so he looked everywhere for food, but in this broken tile house, he found rice, fire crackers, and water, so he lit the straw and boiled a pot of porridge.

Poor Zhao Zichuan had just finished cooking porridge, and before he could take a bite of the pond, he heard a rush of footsteps, he was afraid that it was the mountain ghost who was coming, so he hastily put out the fire, and was so frightened that he got into the straw pile.

Since he had never cooked, the fireworks on the stove had turned his face black and his eyes red, so when he rushed out, he only had two red eyes, and he looked like a ghost.

"Hey, the water almost washed the Dragon King Temple, and the family doesn't know the family!" Jia Fatzi patted Zhao Zichuan on the shoulder.

Mu Zifeng also comforted Zhao Zichuan: "When brothers meet, it is fate, if you don't die, you will have a blessing!" ”

Zhao Zichuan sobbed and nodded thoughtfully, thinking that it was me who was beaten anyway, so you can say anything!

"Fatty, you've been looking more and more like a cultured person lately?" Mu Zifeng changed the topic and teased Jia Fatzi by the way.

"Haha, I heard it all from the play!" Fat Jia touched his head, smiled, and comforted Zhao Zichuan with a unique fat tone: "Don't cry, big man, stand in the peeing master, bleed without tears!" ”。