The pangolin pressed his face on it, looking particularly mad in the cold moonlight, Zhu Worm Eight turned over in fright and turned on the light bulb with a bang.

When I looked at it again, there was still a human face in the glass, Zhu Worm was scared, and he didn't dare to sleep, so he got up and opened the window, staring, and so it was time for the rooster to crow.

The next day, Zhu Worm opened the door early, didn't have time to wash his face, grabbed the old hen, pinned it to his waist, pinched a firewood knife and went to Nanmen Mountain.

The rat and pangolin hid on the grave in the mountain behind his house, opened their eyes and looked at his distant back, to be honest, they remembered Brother Hao's warning, they didn't plan to enter the mountain, but it backfired.

Before the sun showed its face, a whining alarm sounded on the way into the village, and the two of them looked at each other, and turned around and ran towards Nanmen Mountain in unison.

The stolen tomb was found in the rice field, and the winery caught fire inexplicably, which alarmed the county police station, and Tang Jun was asked to accompany him throughout the process and cooperate in solving the case.

Tang Jun came from the police academy, with excellent character and learning, and secretly competed with himself, thinking that this was a good time to show his skills, and it was urgent to ask for the people's lives.

After tidying up his appearance, he wore a big cap that meant fairness and justice, and ran to Zhu Wormba's house with a smoke, in order to ask about the situation, but unexpectedly he fell into the air.

"This Uncle Screw, who is stingy on weekdays, why did he spend money on ghosts and gods today?"

There is something wrong with things, burning incense and worshiping the Buddha, all he asks for is peace of mind, did Uncle Twist do something wrong?

Standing under the eaves of the Eight Vermilion Worms, Xiao Tang looked up at the towering Nanmen Mountain, and suddenly chuckled in his heart.

"It's not good, could it be that this matter has something to do with him, and he absconded for fear of crime?"

Glancing at the rubber stick in his hand, Xiao Tang was anxious, and ran towards Nanmen Mountain.

He came to the village for less than a week, the mountain road is rugged and difficult to recognize, and he dares to take risks alone.

If you want to talk about Tang Jun, he is not three-headed and six-armed, his ancestors have been farmers for several generations, he is the eldest in the family, and he has a younger sister who is in high school.

Nanmen Mountain is towering into the clouds, lush and green, I don't know how big it is, Zhu Worm Eight is in front, the mouse pangolin is in the middle, and the criminal policeman Xiao Tang is behind, and the three parties have their own hearts to enter the mountain, but unfortunately Xiao Tang suffers from physical strength, and he can't catch up with his strength, so he didn't rush to the Nanmen Mountain Cemetery until more than one o'clock in the afternoon.

Maybe the living standards of the villagers have improved, and this Nanmen Mountain cemetery is not as terrifying and terrifying as in the past, several newly built graves, with colorful tombs inserted, Xiao Tang walked quickly, the wind fluttered, and the brush sounded, he felt a little scared, and couldn't help but speed up his pace.

The pangolin and the mouse were close at hand, and when they heard movement behind them, they turned their heads to see that it was a criminal policeman, and they were so shocked that they plunged into the bushes, staring at the beads of the eyes, and did not dare to gasp until Xiao Tang walked by.

"Mouse, this is really a fucking evil door, Brother Hao is right, there are ghosts in Nanmen Mountain!" The pangolin wiped away the sweat of nervousness, and said as he looked at Xiao Tang's slowly disappearing back.

"But no, how can there be a policeman following, could it be that we are discovered?" The mouse rolled his cunning eyes, finished speaking, and then said: "No, we still have to follow, that jade pendant can be in the hands of Zhu Wormba, this old man is very ghostly!"

To say that Zhu Worm Eight goes up the mountain, burning incense and worshiping Buddha is secondary, mainly to find Zhang Fang to ask for shipping experience.

The thief Li Shan and the village flower Zhang Fang were very affectionate, and later the situation forced Zhang Fang to live in the temple as a Taoist aunt.

Zhu Worm Ba thought that Zhang Fang must have peeked into the door, so he was polite when he entered the door.

"Oh, sister-in-law Fang, I'm here to see you!"

Zhang Fangnian is no longer in her prime, the green silk under the plain cloth hat has been white, she is sitting in front of the statue of the old man Lingguan, knocking on the wooden fish, and saying without looking back.

"It turned out to be Worm Eight, you don't believe in Bodhisattvas on weekdays, what's the wind blowing today!"

Zhu Wormba threw the old hen at Zhang Fang's feet, took out five yuan and threw it into the merit box, and then knelt down, kowtowing and bowing to the old man Lingguan.

"Master, don't blame us for not honoring you usually, as long as we get rich, all the chickens, ducks and fish will be arched to you, you will bless me with peace and sound, and live to ninety-nine without illness and pain!"

When Zhang Fang was young, Fanghua exploded, and it was a recognized flower in ten miles and eight towns, and at that time, Zhu Worm was still a cowherd baby, as long as he looked at Zhang Fang's face, he was reluctant to leave his eyes.

Looking at it again at this time, although Zhang Fang is old, his every move is the shadow of his youth, Zhu Worm Eight swallowed greedy saliva in front of the fierce spirit official master, looked at Zhang Fang's side face and said.

"Sister-in-law Fang, are you still used to living in this mountain, why don't I take you down the mountain to relax?"

The green lantern scroll has been around for some years, and Zhang Fang is no longer the Zhang Fang of the day, she sneered, picked up a few sticks of incense and lit them, made a few gestures at the Lingguan master, and muttered in her mouth.

"A dream of mirrors and flowers, a dream of the red world, worm eight, go back after the incense, if you do evil, the wicked have their own wicked grinding, people don't smack you, hey!"

Zhu Worm was taken aback, listening to Zhang Fang's tone, could it be that she knew that she had committed something?

"Sister-in-law Fang, Ming people don't say secret words, let's open the window and say bright words, in the past, you followed Brother Shan, ate and drank spicy food, and reaped a lot of benefits, what's the matter, show me the way!"

Zhang Fang's shoulders shook, looking very surprised, what did Zhu Wormba say was not good, did she have to mention Li Shan, who made her heartache?

Suddenly turned around, and his pale face was filled with anger.

"Oh, Kangzhuang Avenue is still Huangquan Road, Zhu Wormba, people are doing it, the sky is watching, in front of the Lingguan Master, do you dare to come nonsense?"

"Sister-in-law Fang, don't be angry, listen to me......" Zhu Wormba didn't finish his sentence, but asked someone from outside the temple to interrupt.

"Uncle Twist, don't run, I've caught you!"

Xiao Tang panted, leaned on the doorpost, and watched Zhu Worm take a big breath.

Zhu Worm was taken aback, why did he come too, do you know that I set the fire?

"Uncle Twist, it's terrible, the ancient tomb in your rice field is from the Southern Song Dynasty and has been stolen, the county attaches great importance to it, come back with me for investigation!"

Xiao Tang is still inexperienced, if he snorts twice, Zhu Worm Eight will definitely not be able to withstand all the moves, this is good, Zhu Worm Eight is so happy that he can't close his mouth, and he raised his eyebrows.

"I won't go back, what does it matter to us if the ancient tomb is stolen, our cattle haven't asked you for compensation, so we saw the ghost last night, and today I said that I won't go back, I have to live in the temple for a few days to exorcise evil spirits and ward off ghosts!"

Xiao Tang really can't compensate for the cow's matter, but when it comes to hell, he doesn't believe it even if he is killed, so he walked in two steps, glanced at Zhang Fang, glared at Zhu Worm and said.

"What do you say, say it again, Lang Lang Qiankun, where did the ghost come from?"