I ran a long way in one breath before I dared to stop and catch my breath.

In the distance in the Taiqing Palace, the fire burned more and more fiercely, and the female ghost's ghostly and bitter roar echoed in the barren mountains and mountains: "Huangquan...... I won't let you go...... Born and born...... I won't let you go......"

I was dumbfounded, looked at Jiang Yuhan, and asked stupidly, "That female ghost, called my name?" ”

Jiang Yu nodded and asked, "What the hell did you do to her?" ”

Wait a minute......

We have to wait......

I'm going to take care of it.

In the afternoon, it was Jiang Yuhan and Ding Shao who wanted to find Taiqing Palace. I'm a leader. According to the old people in the village, the Taiqing Palace was destroyed more than a hundred years ago, and the third master and I, that is, Wu Laosan, settled here fifteen years ago.

I can't have anything to do with the eight poles of the Taiqing Palace?

I can't have anything to do with the female ghost in the Taiqing Palace, eighty poles?

How does she know my name? Why did she say that she would haunt me for the rest of her life?

No matter, anyway, this place can't stay, think about the two mountains, there is a female ghost to worry about, who can sleep peacefully in the future?

I made up my mind, when the third master is buried, I will wander the world, with the handsome and chic of the young master, learn to be rich and rich, where can I not mix the wind and water, and I can't mix three wives and four concubines?

I ran home with Jiang Yuhan and a smoke.

The third master is a little unsociable, and basically ignores the people in the village. My family's house is built on the edge of the cliff behind the village.

But my family is not alone, there is a neighbor next to me. Widow Sun and two daughters, the eldest daughter Miao Miao is three days older than me, and the youngest daughter Qianqian is two years younger than me.

Widow Sun originally lived in the village. In the first year of her marriage, her father-in-law was bitten to death by a poisonous snake. The next year, my mother-in-law drowned in the Houshan Reservoir. In the third year, the man fell off a cliff and fell to his death. The people in the village said that she was a broom star, a mourning star, and there were countless rumors. Widow Sun also moved out and ended up clean.

This woman is very beautiful, and when she wears beautiful clothes, she is estimated to be able to compare with a large group of rich ladies in the city. Eighteen-year-old baby, Chinese New Year's Eve this year, the charm is still there, and the maintenance is very good. Tall, fat where it should be fat, thin where it should be thin, not like the mother of two daughters at all, more like Miao Miao's sister.

She has a very fierce temper.

For as long as I can remember, my life has basically been a history of war with her.

Straight to the point.

I took Jiang Yuhan home and looked at the mess in the room, my brows furrowed.

Three adobe houses, with four walls, and a poor clang. But at this moment, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, basically every corner has been turned over.

This is the rhythm of the thief!

The people in the village are strong, but the hands and feet of the old and old villagers are very clean. The poor and the poor have backbone, sneaky, and they will be looked down upon by everyone.

Who has been to my house?

What I'm more concerned about is, what about the coffin of the third master?

That's right, I took Jiang Yuhan and Ding Shao into the mountain yesterday afternoon, and the third master died the day before yesterday. The hall is arranged as a mourning hall, with the coffin facing north and feet facing south, and is placed in the middle of the hall. The third master slept inside.

Where did the coffin go?

Where did the third master's body go?

Who removed the mourning hall?

I am extremely angry, the third master has nurtured me, although he is not my own grandfather, but in my heart, he has long been closer than my own grandfather.

But now, I have lost his body, and I can't let his old man be buried in the ground.

I gritted my teeth and yelled: "Don't let me know who did it, otherwise I won't be done with him!" ”

Across the courtyard wall, Widow Sun's voice came from the other side: "Is there any end?" Everyone is already ruined, and you don't have a stop, right? Come here twice in three days, it's been a month, so don't you let people live in peace? ”

I quickly extracted a few useful pieces of information from her words.

First, people often come to my house to rummage through things.

Second, it's been a month on and off, and I haven't given up.

Wait a minute!

What the hell is a month?

When I took Jiang Yuhan into the mountains yesterday, my family was fine. How could it be a month?

I stepped on the low wall of the pigsty, climbed the wall, and shouted, "Sun Yanfen, who stole my third master?" ”

For so many years, she called me a rabbit cub, and I called her Sun Yanfen.

The incandescent light in Widow Sun's yard turned on, and she put on a dress and walked out, and when she saw me, she was stunned on the spot, as if she had seen a ghost: "Rabbit cub, you're not dead?" It's been a month, where have you gone? Come on, come on, come to my house and talk. ”

One month! Another month!

Jiang Yuhan and I came to her house, sat in the hall, and listened to her talk.

Jiang Yuhan and I have been missing for a whole month!

It's very weird. We obviously entered the mountain yesterday, and we were trapped in the coffin of the side hall of the Taiqing Palace by a female ghost. I used my fingers to help Jiang Yuhan detoxify, and then the two of us slept in the coffin.

Could it be that we slept for a month?

Isn't this nonsense? Sleep for a month, starve to death.

But there are too many weird things going on. The Taiqing Palace has obviously been destroyed for more than a hundred years, and I haven't bumped into it today?

Widow Sun said, after I left with Jiang Yuhan and others, there was no news at all. The villagers went to the mountains to look for them, but there was no clue from me. Instead, he found four people, Ding Shao, Ah Biao, and Ah Biao's two subordinates.

It's a pity that these four people are crazy. When I found it, I was trembling and trembling, and I could only say, "Ghost...... Ghost...... Ghost ......"

After the four of them went back, the next day, Jiang Yuhan's father arrived. Brought a lot of people, and the police. Almost all the more than a dozen mountains in a radius have been searched, but there is still no news.

After searching for more than 20 days, Jiang Yuhan's father gave up.

But there's another group of people.

This group of people came to the door on the day of the third master's burial. Widow Sun saw that my life and death were uncertain, and the third master's bones were not cold, so he couldn't be at home. She was preparing for the funeral of the third master.

The funeral procession here has begun, eight people are carrying, the coffin has just left the ground, a group of people of unknown origin broke in violently, and without saying a word, they rummaged around the house. Even the coffin of the third master was not spared, and he opened it and examined it carefully.

The gang also went to the back mountain to look for me, of course, but also in vain.

Since then, every once in a while, someone will come to the house and toss around.

What the hell are they looking for?

I suddenly remembered the abnormal behavior of the third master before his death.

He was lying on the bed, dying, already a little confused, and kept muttering two words in his mouth: "Stove...... Cooktop ......"

The funny thing is that I kept asking: "Third master, what do you want to eat, I'll make it for you." ”

I got up and ran home, went to the kitchen, and found the stove.

Cooking on a fire, gas, induction cooker, etc., in our small mountain village, are still high-tech products. Everyone uses the stove.

The bottom door of the pot is stuffed with firewood, and a large pot is placed on it. There was an ash pool under the door at the bottom of the pot, and the ashes from the burning firewood fell down, accumulating a large pile. I rummaged through the stove and no. Pulling the ash pool, there was something.

A wooden box.

It is rectangular, more than ten centimeters long and seven or eight centimeters wide.

When the wooden box was opened, there was a yellowed booklet with the ancient seal small characters "The Book of Ghosts and Ghosts", and a suicide note.

The suicide note is the handwriting of the third master: Alas, little cub, the third master has been thinking about it for a long time, and this "Ghost Sutra" is still going to be passed on to you. As soon as you enter the ghost gate, it is the point of no return. I don't know if your grandfather will blame me. You must have a lot of doubts right now, but time doesn't allow it, and it's hard to explain them in a word. There are two things you have to keep in mind. First, this "Ghost Sutra of Misdirection" must not let others know that it is in your hands, let alone let others know that you are the successor of "Ghost Sutra of Confusion". Second, find your aunt, otherwise, you will not live to be twenty years old. It's fate! The life of the last of the nine lives! Your aunt has a crescent moon birthmark on her left buttocks. Only by finding her can you live......