Zhang Ziming glanced at us with a complicated expression, but did not answer Shi Mengya's words. After hesitating for a long time, as if he had made up his mind, he took off the backpack that was slung across his shoulder, touched it for a while, and carefully placed something on the table.

It was an inconspicuous hairpin, which looked gray and old. Could this hairpin be left to him by Zhang Ziming's mother?

To my surprise, Zhang Ziming actually pointed to the hairpin and said: "For more than seven years, I have not been able to go home to save my mother's soul, all because I was ordered by my master to practice this broken coffin hairpin." ”

Broken coffin? Several of us screamed in surprise at the same time. Zhang Ziming said with a heavy face: "Ling Sen, thank you for your help, so that my mother's soul can be freed from this pond. ”

I pretended not to care and said, "Zhang Ziming, no thanks." Eliminate demons and subdue demons, support justice, and learn the Tao. Your mother has been a soul for so many years and has suffered so much, and I have surpassed her so that she can be reincarnated as a human being, which is what I should do. ”

Zhang Ziming frowned and said, "Ling Sen, alas, although you have helped me a lot, my mother's soul has not yet been truly liberated. I came here this time for this purpose, and my master pointed me out, saying that I would meet a noble person who would help me a lot. Now it seems that I have met a noble person, the four of you. ”

I asked him in surprise what was going on, and Zhang Ziming told me that this Xiling Village Feng Shui seems to be optimistic, but it is actually a place of great evil. I just helped him release his mother's soul from the bottom of the lake, but his mother's soul couldn't get out of the control of this Xiling Village's fierce land, and he couldn't enter the Netherworld to reincarnate again.

How is this possible? I have the true biography of my grandfather, and I should have a set of feng shui. Why can't I see the slightest murder in this Xiling Village? Could it be that my cultivation is shallow, I don't know the stakes involved, after all, everything Zhang Ziming said was told to him by his master Yunmeng Dao Chang.

Su Xue curiously asked Zhang Ziming why a beautiful hairpin had such a terrible name, and Zhang Ziming's face suddenly became gloomy.

I thought that the hairpin was thrown on the road and no one picked it up, but as soon as Su Xue reminded me, my attention immediately focused on the hairpin.

But I looked at it for a long time, and I didn't see anything good about the hairpin. Probably seeing my suspicious look, the dead dog quietly tugged at my shirt and winked at me. I immediately understood what he meant, excused myself to go to the bathroom, and went downstairs with the dead dog.

The dead dog's eyes flashed with excitement, and when he saw that there was no one around, he immediately attached himself to my ear and said: "Ling Sen, Zhang Ziming seems to trust you very much, you hurry up and think of a way to cheat that hairpin, and we will make a fortune." ”

This kid really can't spit out ivory from his mouth, and he looks like he forgets his righteousness. However, when I heard him say this, I immediately became suspicious. After all, Dead Dog is a tomb robber, and he is quite sensitive to the treasures in the ancient tomb. An inconspicuous old hairpin in my eyes, the dead dog actually said that it was such a valuable treasure, could it be that this hairpin came from an ancient tomb?

I looked at him with disdain and whispered, "Dead dog, you really should have beaten yourself in the mouth." Have you forgotten what we're here for? At present, it seems that Zhang Ziming is the last person I am looking for, so he should be the brother in our small team, how can he have such a black heart for his own brother? ”

The dead dog grinned and said, "Come on, Ling Sen, are you still serious?" I'm just joking with you, just to tell you that this hairpin must have a lot of origins. Although it was dull in color, the workmanship was very fine, and I suspect that it was of fine ivory, but I don't know why it was so gray. ”

I was surprised and said, "Dead dog, are you really sure that this hairpin is a cultural relic?" Probably not, right? It is estimated that it was left by Zhang Ziming's mother. ”

The dead dog scratched his head and said to himself: "My eyes can't be wrong, this is really a rare antique." Hey, if it was really Zhang Ziming's mother, what kind of person would his mother be? ”

I also had this question in my mind, so I didn't answer the dead dog. What makes me feel strange is that the people in this village said that when Zhang Ziming's mother came to Xiling Village alone, she was already so hungry that she couldn't support it, and she was definitely destitute, how could she have such a valuable hairpin?

Hearing Shi Mengya calling me, I hurried back to the small wooden building. When Shi Mengya saw me coming up, she pouted and said, "Ling Sen, don't you often brag about it, don't boys have a natural absolute advantage when urinating?" Why did you go for so long? Hmph, if you don't come, Zhang Ziming just won't tell the origin of this hairpin! ”

I didn't know how to ask Zhang Ziming about the origin of this hairpin, Shi Mengya said this, which just gave me an excuse, so I followed Shi Mengya's words and asked Zhang Ziming.

Zhang Ziming said with a surprised face: "Why do you all have to ask about the origin of this hairpin?" It's just such a tattered piece of goods, I will send you you, and you will not accept it! ”

As soon as the dead dog came out, I immediately stopped him, because I didn't want the dead dog to say that the hairpin came from the ancient tomb. Su Xue grinned on the side and said, "Zhang Ziming, you are only half right. Indeed, I am not interested in picking up your hairpin when it is thrown on the road. It's just that I saw that although this hairpin has no luster, it is very beautifully made, but I am just curious. ”

The dead dog's eyes rolled, ignoring my stop, and then Su Xue's words: "Yes, Miss Su said it well. It's really strange, the person who makes the hairpin may have the wrong brain, and he actually spent so much effort to carve an inferior material. ”

Zhang Ziming said with an embarrassed face: "Don't get me wrong, this hairpin was not left to me by my mother." Seven years ago, my master calculated that my mother was dead and her soul was trapped in Xiling Village, so he gave me this hairpin. ”

This was beyond my expectations, and I hurriedly asked, "Zhang Ziming, is this what your master gave you?" Alas, your master is a Taoist priest, no wonder he gave this hairpin a scary name, what a broken coffin hairpin, people feel bad luck when they hear it. ”

Zhang Ziming shook his head and said with an aggrieved face: "Why do you say that the texture of this hairpin is very bad?" My master treats it as a treasure. Seven years ago, when he handed over the hairpin to me, it could still glow faintly in the dark. ”

Is he bragging? A few of us glanced at each other a few times, and we all focused on Zhang Ziming.

This book was first published in the King of Books