The night is like ink.

The wind was blowing, the fire was burning, and there were kneeling people on the ground weeping.

No matter how much they couldn't understand it with Yan Da, they all understood.

What the uncle said came true!

The two looked in the direction of Chen Yimu's finger to the west side of the courtyard wall, but they couldn't see it.

"Master, it's cold, let's go!" Yan Dazhi shuddered.

Li Fangqing's face turned a little pale, and he nodded: "Master, Yan Da and I want to go to the car, you be careful."

"Hmm!"

The two of them trembled and hurriedly ran towards the entrance of the village.

Running out of the distance between the two houses, the chill on his body suddenly disappeared, but a summer heat came to his face.

"Master, this ......"

"Don't talk, wait in the car for Master to come back."

Li Fangqing turned his head to look at Chen Yimu, who was still standing in place, and walked towards the entrance of the village with Yan Da.

Although the two of them were very curious and wanted to stay, the current situation made it easier for Chen Yimu to be distracted.

Chen Yimu didn't feel a trace of chill, which may be related to the ghost finder.

Just after Li Fangqing and Yan Da left, the phantom on the west side of the courtyard wall disappeared towards the courtyard wall in a flash.

Chen Yimu looked for it, only to see the phantom shadow falling on the table of the Eight Immortals.

The person kneeling on the ground seemed to have some sense, and hurriedly adjusted the direction of kneeling, bowed three times towards the head of the Eight Immortals.

The phantom came to the head of the table of the Eight Immortals and sat down.

With the naked eye, I saw a pair of chopsticks slowly floating, making a demon action of picking vegetables.

"Dad,......"

"You're back, eat more......"

"Old man, why did you leave me alone......"

“……”

At this time, the kneeling man in the courtyard cried, and an old woman sat on the top of the seat, crying.

Unmoved, the phantom picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his bowl.

Another piece of fish, another piece of chicken, and another duck leg......

"Old man, eat slowly."

"Dad, what are your requirements, remember to give us a dream, we will definitely find a way to do it for you."

“……”

The old woman wiped her tears, looked at the empty place on the side, and then at the full bowl, and suddenly her face changed greatly.

"No, no, no!"

The old woman shook her head and said loudly, and the whole person fell back to the ground, but fortunately the person next to her reached out to help her.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" That man is the filial son of this family.

At this time, some people who were kneeling on the ground hurriedly stepped forward to care about the old woman, and also wanted to know what the situation was.

"This, this is not your dad, not your dad!" The old woman stepped back.

Xiaozi looked confused, puzzled and asked, "How can it be that it's not my dad, it's not my dad who can still come to our house......"

"Son, son, this, this is not your father."

"Your dad doesn't eat duck meat, you should know very well, look at the duck legs in the bowl......" said the old woman excitedly.

"No, I also bought you duck, didn't you tell me that you stewed it, and it tasted good!" The filial son was puzzled.

"That's where we lied to you, your dad never eats duck meat, saying that duck meat has a taste, and it's not delicious at all." The old woman said.

"Then this ......" filial son was confused.

"What's going on, don't scare me!"

The man on the side slowly retreated, until he reached the edge of the wall.

"Who are you?" The filial son shouted loudly.

The chopsticks floating in the air slowly picked up a piece of duck meat and put it in the bowl.

Syllable!

The chopsticks were slammed on the table and flew to the ground.

"Hell......"

I don't know who shouted, and a few people close to the gate of the courtyard wall ran away without looking back.

Chen Yimu really saw that the phantom had indeed eaten the duck meat.

If the old woman was right, then the phantom was not the ghost of the old man of her family.

For a moment, the courtyard was silent.

The dishes on the table of the Eight Immortals suddenly began to move, making a loud bang.

The phantom came to the table, squatted on the table of the Eight Immortals, and directly began to grab the food with his hands.

"Who are you?"

"Where's my dad?"

"Give me back my dad......"

“……”

But no matter how everyone called, the phantom was still indifferent, eating by itself.

Chen Yimu felt strange, what the hell is this, eating by himself?

The flame of burning paper money gradually extinguished, and wisps of white smoke came out.

I saw the phantom jump off the table of the eight immortals and come to the ashes after the paper money was burned.

One by one, he put paper money ashes on himself.

Paper money ashes began to fly all over the sky, and the entire courtyard was shrouded in paper money ashes at this moment.

Within Chen Yimu's field of vision, the night turned into a gray hue.

Whining~

There was a faint whine in the air, like a ghost crying.

After a while, a phantom figure climbed over the courtyard wall and disappeared.

At this moment, all the ashes of paper money fell in mid-air.

Chen Yimu ran towards the west side of the courtyard wall and kept chasing towards the west.

"Assert ......"

As soon as he chased a hundred meters, Chen Yimu's ears changed with a sharp and piercing laughter.

Turning his head, he saw the phantom standing not far behind Chen Yimu.

"You're looking for me?"

"It's people? Is it a demon? Or a ghost? Chen Yimu shouted.

"Of course it's not human, have you ever seen someone like this?"

The voice fell, and the phantom flickered, revealing its true face.

Pointed ears, hairy mouth, slender limbs, like an orangutan.

"You're not human!"

Airplanes!

"Mountain Spirit!"

The ghost finder gives the answer.

"Mountain Spirit, why are you in the village?" Chen Yimu asked.

The mountain spirit was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that the person in front of him would recognize him.

"Uncle, I'm here to protect the safety of the party, who are you?" The mountain spirit asked vigilantly.

Chen Yimu said: "I'm just curious to come and see ......"

"Oh, really?"

"You kid is bad for me, then let your soul make me an after-dinner dessert!" The mountain spirit looked at Chen Yimu with bright eyes.

Chen Yimu understood that this mountain spirit was not a good stubble at all.

You may have already found out that you are waiting for him to be automatically sent to the door.

"I'm not that tasty, I'm afraid I'll break a few of your teeth!" Chen Yimu was not afraid.

In the blink of an eye, the mountain spirit vanished.

Chen Yimu hurriedly turned around, lowered his body, and looked around vigilantly.

At the same time, the mountain spirits in the shadows were also observing Chen Yimu.

The young man in front of it made it feel a little scared, and it wanted to see what he was capable of.

Call!

The mountain spirit appeared and went straight to Chen Yimu's neck and grabbed it.

The claws are cold, and they are about to fall.

"Close!"

Chen Yimu had already opened the ghost seeker, and when the mountain spirit approached, he shouted.

The mountain spirit's figure froze, and his face showed a struggling expression.

Trying to turn away, the figure turned into a gray streamer and disappeared into the ghost finder.

"Good thing it worked!" Chen Yimu breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking about walking towards the entrance of the village, Chen Yimu stopped in front of the courtyard.

Looking at the crying people in the courtyard, he shook his head.

"Sometimes it's better to have a little thought......"