Hu Dingtang's mind is really hard to guess, but now I understand a little, even if I want to go to the Hu Mansion to find him, he will not accept me.

I looked at the white mist in front of me, looked back at the dark mountain forest, and sighed.

I really don't have the guts to let me go down the mountain alone now, the thing in the cloak won't give up.

I was too tired to toss anymore, and I didn't think about what to do next.

Fortunately, he leaned on the edge of the white fog and sat cross-legged on the ground, thinking about things in a daze.

Grandma is in the hands of Hu Dingtang, it is impossible for me to fly away, if I stay in Lin'an Town, everything I have to face next will be difficult.

However, it seems that I can only stay in the shroud shop for the time being, guarding my grandmother's shop and relying on ......

The thumb rubs the jade pendant, the jade pendant is round, the front is carved with a nine-tailed white fox looking at the moon, and the word on the back is a small seal, which is a 'Tang' word.

Tang, Hu Dingtang.

This jade pendant should be a symbol of Hu Dingtang's identity, right?

Hu Dingtang gave me the jade pendant, which is a tacit acquiescence that I am from their Hu Mansion, right?

But what am I?

Neither is he the servant of their cousin, nor is he Hu Dingtang's younger brother, and if his name is not right, I am nothing.

It wasn't until the fifth watch that the light gradually appeared in the woods, and I stood up, moved my muscles and bones, and walked down the mountain.

After all, it was daytime, and after the fifteenth day of July, the world was going to be much more stable, and on the way back, I saw the marks of burning paper money on the side of the road, and I couldn't help but shake my head.

These paper money ingots are burned, in fact, they can't reach the hands of those relatives and friends in the underworld, because these things have been contaminated with popularity since the beginning of creation.

What is touched by human popularity carries a yang energy, which only belongs to the yang world.

If you can send it over with such a burn, burn thousands of troops, and the underworld won't be served in one pot?

Maybe everyone understands this truth, but they are still insisting on it religiously, but it is just a psychological comfort.

When I finally returned to the shroud shop, I found that the door of the shroud shop was open, and there were several people sitting on the threshold.

"What are you doing? Let me go! I struggled and retorted.

They had dragged me into the threshold, and I saw a man sitting in the store.

When the man saw me, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "You are the granddaughter of Mrs. Meng?" ”

I didn't answer.

He sighed twice, stood up, and reached out to touch my face, but I avoided it at once.

"I'll just say that Meng Pozi's cunning old thing, how can she have a stupid granddaughter? Look at this handsome little appearance, this arrogant little temper, I like it. The man said flirtatiously.

I couldn't take it anymore and asked directly, "What is the matter with you?" If you have something, please say, nothing is wrong, and I will not send it away. ”

"What's the little lady's hurry," the man leaned closer and whispered, "More than a dozen people died in the entire Lin'an Town last night, and none of them escaped from the ancient tomb, except for Mrs. Meng. ”

"What do you want to say?" I looked at him warily.

He smirked, then raised his hand and pointed to the opposite roof: "I was there last night, and everything was real. ”

I frowned and didn't answer his words, he didn't care, and said to himself: "The shroud on Mrs. Meng's body, the little lady will definitely do it, right?" ”

"No, it won't." I replied simply.

The man was instantly angry, grabbed my hand and pressed it on the counter on one side, and in the other hand I don't know when there was an extra dagger, pressed it on my wrist, and said viciously: "Give you another chance, will you do it, or won't you do it?" ”