Under the blanket, there is indeed a marble slab, but the whole is not all marble, only the middle part of the blanket, there is a piece of marble fifty centimeters square, the rest of the place is still a cement floor, the marble is embedded in it, the blanket is thrown aside, I used a shovel to pry up the marble along the caulking.

This is a marble slab, slightly thinner than a brick, four or five centimeters thick, look under the slate, it is indeed loess, and the slate is quite porcelain. Beckoning Qiang Shun to squat down and take a hand, the two of them lifted the slate aside. Subsequently, the two of us divided the labor, one stood on the side of the road and watched the wind, the other used a shovel to plan, and when we were tired, we replaced it, and hurriedly greeted people on the road.

Fortunately, it was late autumn at this time, and the weather was not good in the past two days, it was particularly cold at night, not to mention pedestrians on the road, not even a car.

In this way, the two of us went back and forth for more than half an hour, and the pit was more than two feet deep for us, but nothing was dug out except the loess.

When I was replaced, Qiang Shun didn't go to the side of the road to watch the wind, squatted down and leaned in front of me and whispered: "The Yellow River, how long will it take to plan, didn't you say that it is one foot deep, this is more than two feet deep, there won't be anything here, right?" ”

I was actually thinking about Qiang Shun's words, and I didn't want to admit it, but when I heard Qiang Shun say this, my tone finally relaxed, put down the shovel, and glanced at Qiang Shun. Seriously, I have a headache, it stands to reason that this evil object should not be buried so deep, but it has been dug more than two feet and there is no movement, is there really nothing underneath, is it my misjudgment?

Qiang Shun took out a cigarette plug from his body and gave me a cigarette, I waved my hand and pushed it aside, and whispered: "You still dare to smoke, you are not afraid of others seeing." ”

"No, I can't hold back my addiction to smoking."

"If you can't hold it, you have to ......"

I haven't finished speaking, Qiang Shun "clicked" the lighter, at that time it was still the kind of flint gas lighter, the grinding wheel rubbed the flint to hit the spark, and the fire machine was generally pasted with a beautiful woman wearing only three-point underwear, this kind of lighter is Qiang Shun's favorite.

Before I could blame him, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that there seemed to be something on the marble slab that I had lifted for us, and I reached out and grabbed the lighter in his hand, pulled the soil foam on the slate, and shone it on the lighter, and I was stunned......

Below, opening the anti-theft chapter, am I really compromising on piracy? No, just another way. Genuine readers of grinding iron, come to see the text at seven o'clock in the evening, readers in the WeChat group of the outer station, anti-theft has also prevented you, but you can rest assured, I will send the text to the group at the same time.

There are a lot of new faces here today, thank you to the friends who watched the pirated version before to come and grind the iron to support the genuine version. In fact, I didn't do this to prevent piracy, but those who watched piracy and scolded me forced me onto this road. I'd rather the road of this book get narrower and narrower than for others to scold me with the biggest pain in our family.

Today, my patience has reached the limit, those who read pirated copies, looked at my books, scolded me, the chapters of the first two days were written by me crying, and there are still people scolding on pirated websites, do you still have a conscience, just watch pirated copies, and sprinkle salt on my wounds, scold me for my brother's affairs, scold me, and scold, there are other people who read pirated copies and give them praise, are you still not human? Do you want to try to scold me if I will be retributed, I can tell you clearly, there will be no retribution, even if you are retributed, don't pull it on me, it has nothing to do with me, you can scold as much as you want, but scold hard, anyway, from now on, you can only read the "first chapter" every day.

Besides, some people who pay to read this book on other websites, don't think that what you spend money to read is the genuine version, and I haven't seen a penny of the money you spent.

You can all see clearly, in addition to the genuine readers of "Grinding Iron Chinese Network", readers who read books on other paid websites, like piracy, will all be regarded as "pirated readers" by me, and the group will be rejected or kicked, and the WeChat that adds me will also be ignored or blocked.

Anyway, it's all about spending money, why not come to grind iron to support the genuine version, Baidu search "grinding iron Chinese network", and then search for "the last ghost hunter" or "traveler on the way" in the website. Like "grinding iron", I've said it countless times, and I've said it very clearly and clearly, don't say you don't know what "grinding iron" is.

Chapter 1: Family Calendar

Ancestral ghost hunters, tell me about the real experience of my ancestors and me.

Hello friends, my name is Liu Huanghe, a little behind in the 70s, my ancestral home is by the Yellow River, and the skills of exorcising evil spirits and catching ghosts handed down by my ancestors have been passed down to me for five generations.

If we want to talk about these things, I think we have to start from the beginning, starting with how our family eats this bowl of rice.

Let's push the time forward to my great-grandfather's generation, my great-grandfather, that is, my grandfather's grandfather. Our family started this business from my great-grandfather's generation. These are all what I heard my grandmother say when I was a child, and I will sort it out here, and what I will talk about below, you can not believe it, or you can read it as a story.

My great-grandfather's name was Liu Yi, and when he was fifteen years old, he worked as a captain at the Yellow River ferry in Yanjin County.

At that time, the Yellow River was large, and there was no bridge on the river, so the merchants and freight logistics all relied on boats to ferry, and my great-grandfather supported a ponto boat of his own, mainly used to ferry people, and sometimes in order to earn a few more copper plates, he would also help people consign a small amount of goods.

In 1847, that is, the twenty-seventh year of Daoguang of the Qing Dynasty, Ding Wei year, my great-grandfather was twenty years old.

At noon on the first day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, when the weather was very hot and there were just no guests, my great-grandfather parked his boat in a slow water area near the ferry, took out the fire that his mother had made for him in the morning, and gnawed on the fire with cold water, which was considered lunch.

Halfway through the fire, a little old man in his fifties suddenly came to the shore, and the old man shouted to the river: "Blessed Gong! Fu Gong! ”

Who is the old man shouting? In the shouting of the ship's captain, as we all know, there are many taboos on the boat, our people here are used to shouting the boat "Fu Gong", "Fu" homonym "floating", the meaning of floating, the guest shouts the "Fu Gong" of the boat, it is considered to be an auspicious picture for himself, it is also regarded as an honorific title for the captain, the guest sits on the boat is like a blessing to the lucky star, and will not make trouble on the water to hand over bad luck.

But in the Yellow River ferrying is not only my great-grandfather, there are a lot of people on both sides of the river like my great-grandfather who make a living by ferrying, next to my great-grandfather's boat, there are five or six boats, these boats see that there is business, a head towards the old man rowed over, my grandfather saw this and hurriedly ate the fire in two bites, and supported the boat over, but my great-grandfather's movements were a little slower, and he was preempted by several other boats, and my great-grandfather saw that he couldn't catch this business, and he wanted to turn the boat around and row back in disappointment.

But before he could turn the bow of the boat, he saw that the boats that had passed first had left one after another, as if they had seen ghosts, and each one left faster than the other.

When the great grandfather saw it, he wondered in his heart, but he didn't think much about it, he felt that he still had hope, and when he came to the spirit, the boat didn't turn around, and rowed to the old man in one breath.

At this time, the other boats had already run away, and one of them had a good relationship with my great-grandfather, and he waved at my great-grandfather, which means, don't go over.

Grandpa Gao's heart sank for a while, he glanced at the old man on the shore, and felt nothing, the old man was not a monster or a ghost, but everyone else avoided him, why did he want to hit it up, turned around and wanted to row the boat back, but the old man spoke to my great-grandfather at this time.

The old man's eyes were red, and he was crying, and said: "This blessed master, this blessed master, help me, I beg you, help me......"

Hearing the old man say this, my great-grandfather was reluctant to leave, so he asked the old man, "Daya, do you want to cross the river?" (Daya, is the dialect we have here, which is the meaning of uncle.) ）

The old man still cried and said: "Cross the river, cross the river with my children......" (a group, that is, together, together. The old man meant to cross the river with his son. ）

When the great grandfather heard this, he glanced at the riverbank, and said in his heart, there is no one else on the riverbank except the old man, what about his son?

So he asked the old man, "Daye, your child, why are you alone?" ”

When my great-grandfather's voice fell, the old man was stunned, and after a while, he cried, crying and saying: "My son is dead, I cut off the head of the old man of Futai, I am here to collect his body and pinch it, I want to take the child back to my hometown......"

In 1847, that is, the twenty-seventh year of Daoguang of the Qing Dynasty, the situation was turbulent, internal and external troubles, Tsarist Russia was eyeing the tiger, the British emperor forcibly rented and occupied, the whole country was in trouble, and the people were struggling to make a living.

At present, the son of this old man, who is suspected of being a member of the Bangbang Society, was sentenced to be beheaded after the trial of the three halls of Weihui Mansion.

Of course, my great-grandfather was just an inconspicuous captain in the Yellow River at that time, and he didn't know a single big character, and he didn't know what a "bangbanghui" was, so he knew that the old man's son had beheaded the old man of Futai, and he died quite unjustly.

My great-grandfather saw the old man crying sadly, who could not be sad when he lost his son when he was old, his heart relented, and he promised to send their father and son across the river. However, as soon as I agreed, something happened to me.

When the old man saw that his great-grandfather had promised to thank him, he said that his son's body had been placed in Xiaomaozhuang, five miles away, and begged my great-grandfather to wait for him on the shore for an hour, and then he would go back to find someone to carry his son's body.

My great-grandfather agreed.

However, my great-grandfather was too sincere, so he stopped taking other people's business because he had made a promise with the old man, so he parked the boat on the shore and waited stupidly.

waited from noon until it was dark, and did not take a single trip during the period.

Seeing that the work was almost over, my great-grandfather felt that the old man might not be able to come today, and was about to finish the work by the bed, but at this time, the old man led a few people and carried a large coffin, which was late.

Chapter 404: Strange Dream Deep Well

It turned out that it was a fucking dream, looking out of the window, it was still dark, the lights in the house were on, and at the same time, there was a smell of burnt paste in the nostrils, as if something like a cotton sleeve was burning, and he looked down at the quilt covered by himself, a cigarette butt was burning on the quilt, and the quilt was smoking, and he hurriedly shook the quilt, and the cigarette butt shook to the ground, but at this time he felt a little pain in his right hand, and looked down, and the index finger and middle finger of his right hand were scalded with a big blister.

I suddenly smiled bitterly and understood, my hands were burned in my dream, but in fact, I had just fallen asleep smoking a cigarette, and the cigarette burned to my fingers.

(Thank you "zoeeuNM" for the crown of the tip, thank you!) ）