There is a reason for the sudden change in wind and sand

Constant advice will eventually change

"What?" Hearing the detective's words, Xiao Liu and the scholar couldn't help but be surprised.

Xiao Liu even grew up and said loudly: "That guy just now is ...... Is it Lao Wu? How could he be Lao Wu? ”

"That's right...... He...... It's Lao Wu! The detective struggled to get up from the ground, staggered to the window, and shouted in his almost hoarse voice, "Old Wu! Old Wu! Come back! ”

However, his shout was swallowed up in an instant by the whirring wind outside the window.

The world outside the window is no longer as beautiful as before, the wind is whistling between heaven and earth with countless sand and dust, the dark clouds are very low and low, and several lightning bolts pass overhead from time to time, illuminating the sky and the earth in an instant, and the thunder is rolling, which shakes people's eardrums a little painful.

The detective covered his face with his hands, squinted his eyes and looked outward, only to see that at this time, a black dot was stumbling forward in the wind, but even so, his speed was still very fast, and in a blink of an eye, he had reached a distance of forty or fifty meters outside the mud house.

The wind was still roaring, and the inspector shouted twice at the top of his voice, and the sound was drowned in the wind in an instant, and Lao Wu on the other side had no intention of stopping at all.

The detective wanted to turn over and jump out of the window to chase Lao Wu, but at this time, suddenly a hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed him by the collar.

The hand was large, powerful, dark and wrinkled, and looked like a dried bear's paw.

The detective turned around and saw Daddy Zhao's chilling eyes.

Father Zhao didn't speak, but carried the detective back to the house, and then sealed the window that was knocked open by Lao Wu with his hand.

The detective wanted to say something, but Daddy Zhao put his index finger to his lips and made a silent gesture to him.

Then, Father Zhao stretched out his palms facing down and waved his hands downward.

Everyone agreed, and hurriedly crouched down against the window, looking out through the gap between the windows.

At this time, the wind that was originally raging everywhere began to slowly gather, forming a huge cyclone with a range of several kilometers.

The cyclone turned faster and faster, and slowly formed a tornado that reached the heavens and the earth.

The wind whistled, a few lightning bolts crossed the sky from time to time, the lightning hit the eye of the tornado, and there were bursts of low roars faintly, this sound was like a dragon not a dragon, like a beast not a beast, making people feel cold all over the body in an instant.

The Inspector looked out in silence, and suddenly felt that something seemed to be swimming in the almost desperate wind.

This thing is moving slowly, but it is really moving.

This guy seems to be as black as ink all around, but from time to time it flashes a dazzling light, like thunder and lightning in the wind, appearing and disappearing, making people not know whether what they see is reality or illusion.

"What the hell is this?" The detective gasped and asked in Daddy Zhao's ear in a low voice.

"I told you all, it's a dragon!" Father Zhao looked out the window and replied vigilantly, "What you see is the Drought Dragon King!" ”

"Is there really a dragon in this world?" Xiao Liu sighed on the side.

"Child, there are many things you don't know in this world, so ......" Daddy Zhao's words were not finished, and suddenly Daddy Zhao's big yellow dog Erlang suddenly rushed up from downstairs and began to bark at the innermost room.

It was prostrate and straight, as if it was about to rush forward at any moment.

The actions of the big yellow dog Erlang really surprised everyone present.

Everyone's eyes were attracted to the innermost room in an instant, the light on the second floor was dim, only there was a light bulb of more than ten watts in the middle of the corridor, which was swaying from side to side by the wind at this time.

As the light bulb kept shaking, a figure suddenly appeared in the innermost shadow of the corridor.

This guy is not tall, only about a meter, and I can't see his appearance, but I vaguely see that he seems to be wearing a red embroidered coat.

"Who's where?" The scholar shouted.

Although his nickname is Scholar, he is not weak at all, he only said four words, and when he turned his hand, three flying knives hit the figure directly.

I saw three cold lights flash, and flew towards the unknown figure.

However, after the cold light appeared, what came was not the sound of a flying knife inserting into the human body, but the sound of "dangdang" three times.

The scholar's three throwing knives all hit the mud wall and fell to the ground, nailed to the floor and "buzzed".

And at this time, there is still no figure to be seen.

Ghost?

Could it be that you can't see the hell?

The detective, the scholar and Xiao Liu are used to doing the business of going to the ground all year round, how can they be afraid of ghosts?

Seeing such a strange thing happening, they couldn't help but look at Father Zhao on the side.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Father Zhao didn't say a word, just stood up with a panicked look on his face, and strode towards the innermost room.

I saw that at this time, the door of the room that was originally locked by iron locks was still opened.

The door was forcibly broken open from the outside, and the sawdust on the door fell to the ground, and the room was not large, and there was only one offering table inside, on which was a statue of a big black god with three heads and six arms, angry eyes, evil spirits, and mouth swallowing magic weapons.

Underneath the idol is a small rosewood box with a red cloth inside.

The red cloth was still lifted, revealing a child's baby teeth, a few strands of black hair, and a handful of grayish gray.

On the left side of the rosewood box was an ancient bowl the size of a palm, which was originally filled with water, but at this time it was slammed, and the water was spilled everywhere.

On the right, however, only a coin-sized imprint remained, and it is impossible to know what was originally placed here.

Obviously, that thing was taken away, and the person who took it was probably Lao Wu, who escaped through the window just now.

"Not good!" Seeing this, Father Zhao couldn't help but be shocked.

"What? What's wrong? The detective asked hurriedly.

"I don't have time to explain! Come on! If you don't leave, no one will be able to run. After speaking, Father Zhao picked up the ancient bowl on the table, and then picked up the vigilant big yellow dog Erlang next to him, and ran downstairs as soon as he turned around.

Seeing Daddy Zhao's reaction, the three detectives no longer hesitated, and rushed downstairs with Daddy Zhao.

Father Zhao didn't look very old, but his skills were not slow at all, after rushing downstairs, he ran straight into the kitchen, and effortlessly lifted the half-thick rice bowl to the side, and a wooden board was exposed under the rice bowl.

"Whoever wants to live, let me go down." Father Zhao shouted as he lifted the plank, and a smell of decay and mold came to his face.

"Gotcha!" The scholar was the first to answer, and then jumped down and into the cellar beneath the planks.

Seeing that the scholar jumped down first, Xiao Liu and the detective also jumped down.

Father Zhao saw that the three of them jumped into the cellar one after another, he drove Erlang into the cellar as well, and then took out a handful of rice from the rice jar with his hand, and carefully sprinkled the rice into the ancient bowl.

Only a third of the bowl of rice was sprinkled, and Father Zhao stopped, and then began to mutter something in his mouth.

He recited it quickly, as if it were an ancient incantation, and his tone was melodious, as if he were singing.

At the same time, he began to scatter the remaining rice in his hand around the cellar, and when the last grain of rice was finished, there was a violent noise, the sound of the door and window of the mud house being smashed by something.

Countless sawdust and debris flew everywhere, and the Heavenly Maiden scattered flowers towards Daddy Zhao.

The wind, a huge tornado, with a force that was enough to tear apart the heavens and the earth, arrived in front of Daddy Zhao in the blink of an eye.

The wind, whirring.

And in the midst of this violent wind, there seemed to be another sound, a terrible and terrifying grinding sound, which seemed to be the sound of iron scraping through glass, or the collision and friction of two extremely sharp knives.

The sharp voice made people angry, and there was a chill in their eyes.

But what made people feel even more chilled was that in the midst of the bitter hurricane and boundless darkness, two blood-red lanterns suddenly appeared.

They floated in the air, seemingly absent, looming, and they were far away from Daddy Zhao's mud-tiled house.

Are they really lanterns?

Of course not!

So, what are they?

I don't know!

No one knows, because whoever knows what they are has already gone to Hades, and no one will live to tell you what these two things that seem to be lanterns are.

The wind was whistling, and the sawdust in the wind was like a knife blowing on Daddy Zhao's face, and it was instantly a finger-long cut, and blood flowed down his cheeks, but Daddy Zhao didn't care about it.

After he had finished sprinkling the last handful of rice, he uttered a few strange incantations in his mouth.

Then he rolled over and jumped into the cellar, and covered the large wooden planks outside the cellar.

After doing this, Daddy Zhao sat on the ground, leaning against the wall and gasping for breath, as if the last bit of strength in his body had been hollowed out.

Seeing his master jumping down, the big yellow dog Erlang immediately rushed over, licking Daddy Zhao's face with his tongue, licking the wound on his face, and moaning from time to time, as if he was very distressed.

Daddy Zhao stretched out his hand and fumbled around the wall for a while, and finally found a switch hanging on the side, pressed it, and the dim light instantly illuminated the small cellar.

Light, sometimes wonderful, can bring hope to people at certain times.

Even a little bit of light can make people see ahead.

The lights were shaking, flickering brightly and dimly on the four people in the cellar, no one spoke, they just looked at the injured Daddy Zhao.

"That'...... What is that? After a long time, Xiao Liu on the side finally couldn't help but ask.