Chapter 37: Ji Eight Wilderness

Haunted?

Zhou Mushu was speechless, if he wanted to say that the haunting thing was put aside, he would definitely be afraid, but after Lu Yuanyan gave him such a toss in Yudu, except for the few Qianqing resentful souls who were beaten down by the green-faced jade monster for a long time, they met some ghosts who ate cakes and bargained, thinking of this, the fear in my heart went down halfway. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Looking at Murong Yu again, he had a painless expression, and said to the old man, "Be specific." ā€

The old man was in pain, bared his teeth and grinned, "Will you let me go first?" ā€

Murong Yu snorted, "What if you let go of you?" ā€

After the old man went down in anger, he was like wilting, struggled weakly twice, sighed and said, "Your two masters, one is a martial artist and the other is holding a gun, what can I do if half of my body is cut into the ground?" ā€

Murong Yu glanced at Zhou Mushu, Zhou Mushu glanced at the old man, nodded at Murong Yu, the old man really didn't have much strength, got up slowly, dusted off the dust on his trouser legs, "What are you two doing?" ā€

Murong Yu said with a smile, "We came down from Maoshan Mountain, the ghost is our old man, what do you say~"

The old man pinched his shoulders and said, "Eh, eh" twice, "You really want to go to Liujiaxiang?" What relatives are there to leave there? It's all deserted. ā€

"Deserted Town??" Zhou Mushuqi said, "It's a town? How does it sound like an alley? ā€

"It's not an alley." The old man sat in the corner of the alley a little depressed, and it seemed that he was beaten by Murong Yu, "Is there any smoke?" ā€

"Hey~" Murong Yu was so angry that his fists lit up again, Zhou Mushu hurriedly pushed him away, crying and laughing, "I said old man, do you want to go to the Western restaurant for another glass of wine?" ā€

The old man's eyes widened, "That's good, let's talk while eating." ā€

"Your uncle!" Murong Yu couldn't bear it.

Zhou Mushu picked him up like a chicken, took out an ocean and blew it into the old man's ear, and said with a smile, "Then briefly say, after that, show our brothers a clear way, and you can go to the Western restaurant to have a good meal." ā€

The old man looked at the ocean, swallowed his saliva, took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, struck a match, and smoked slowly.

Murong Yu said angrily, "Don't you have smoke?" ā€

The old man spat out a smoke ring and choked, "How do I know that you two are wearing King Zheng's on Friday, and you don't even have a decent cigarette." ā€

Zhou Mushu said, "Don't interrupt, say it well." ā€

The old man sighed, and resumed the strong southern tone that began to be strong, "Liujiaxiang, during the Manchu Dynasty, it was a good place, there was a Liu family who made a fortune by relying on the ship business, and the business was royal at that time, and it was very famous, so outsiders simply called his town Liujiaxiang, but later the British called, they declined, a town was almost empty, and it began to be haunted, as long as someone dared to enter, it would never be able to get out." ā€

Zhou Mushu said, "Since it is a place where living people live, no matter what, the corpse can come out?" ā€

The old man's eyes narrowed, "I haven't been in before, how can I know so many details, it's just that there are monsters there that everyone knows, not to mention that the broken town is said to be a treasure land of feng shui backed by mountains and waters, and it has not become the palace of the king of Hades, who knows what is hidden in the deep mountains and old forests?" Besides, no one has anything to do and die on such a ground? ā€

Murong Yu said, "What about the descendants of those people in Liujiaxiang?" Not coming back? ā€

"Run, run, go." The old man's cigarette sparks flickered and dimmed, "Some of them went abroad with money, what descendants are there, if you two really want to go, I can give you a little ride, but then again, ......"

The old man's eyes flashed, and his fingers twisted.

Zhou Mushu said in his heart, this is asking for money, fortunately, Lu Yuanyan is quite generous, and he has enough entanglement, and he threw a few oceans to the old man, and the old man bared his teeth and smiled, "This lord is generous, but it's late this day, if you don't go to a hotel to rest, I'll pick you up tomorrow." ā€

Murong Yu kicked on the brick wall beside him, "Can you believe the words of a bandit?" What should I do if I take the money and run away? ā€

The old man slapped his chest angrily, and said in a Beijing accent, "What kind of person am I, Ji Bahuang, that is also a person with a name, a surname and a face in the Hangzhou Bandit Nest Qing Gang, that has to be done what he says!" ā€

As soon as these words came out, both of them were stunned, Zhou Mushu looked the dry old bandit up and down again, lest he heard it wrong, and stumbled, "What did you say?" ā€

"I say I will do what I say!" The old man continued to pat his chest.

Zhou Mushu was about to collapse, and the person Lu Yuanyan asked him to come to was actually a bandit? This is even more incredible than Jiang Yiruo asking him to go to the pear orchard to sing Hua Dan.

Murong Yu was also dumbfounded, but he reacted faster and said to the old man, "What's your name?" ā€

"My name is Ji Bahuang." The old man inexplicably repeated it again.

Zhou Mushu was a little anxious, "Which Ji?" Which eight? Which is the wilderness? ā€

The old man was a little frightened by him, and hurriedly raised his hand and said, "Ji Yun's Ji, seven or eight of eight, ridiculous absurd!" ā€

Murong Yu said, "Pseudonym?? ā€

The old man nodded solemnly, "Real name." ā€

Murong Yu's voice changed, "Could it be a duplicate name?" ā€

Zhou Mushu was dumbfounded, "It can't be so coincidental." ā€

The old man raised his hands to make a surrender gesture, "It's really not a coincidence, there are many people in this city called Ji Bahuang." ā€

Zhou Mushu held his forehead and calmed down slightly, "So many people with the surname Ji?" ā€

"It's not." The old man shook his head, "The year I was born, there was a great plague, and an old fairy said that if you gave the newborn child this name that year, you could escape the catastrophe. ā€

Zhou Mushuqi said, "Then why were you happy again?" ā€

The old man had to inch in, and looked at his money bag with his eyes, Zhou Mushu was helpless, and threw another ocean, and the old man said it in a beam.

"At that time, I had a cheap name Qiu Gou'er, the old fairy saw that people were unwilling, and did not force it, at that time there was a village woman who had died in the whole family, and there was a widow left with a single seedling, and the dead horse was a live horse doctor, called Ji Bahuang, and as a result, what do you say, the whole village is all fine with her alone, and the others have been recruited, and they took the old fairy and ran back, and brought a lot of fairy grass for us to boil soup and drink."

The old man raised his head, "It's strange for you to say, I drank the immortal herbs, named Ji Bahuang, and lived without disease and disaster all my life until now, so I, ah, thank the old fairy for giving me the name in this life." ā€

Murong Yu wanted to ask something more, but Zhou Mushu preemptively stopped him and opened his mouth, "It's good, you can send us to find a shop to live in now, and let's go to Liujiaxiang tomorrow to discuss again, don't have a black shop." ā€

"How dare I?" The old man shrank his head, let them get into the car, and pulled out of the alley again.

This time, the old man really didn't cheat them, and pulled them down to a hotel on the edge of the West Lake, a three-story small western-style building, with a plaque that said Dongling Hall.

As soon as the two of them went in and asked the price, Zhou Mushu was stupid, and secretly scolded that this is not a black store, it is really like a black store!

Before he could react, Murong Yu had already settled the account first, and the rich boy wrote it on his face with arrogance, and waved his hand at him generously, "Filial piety to senior brother should be!" What's more, the old bandit sucked a lot of your blood today, brother, I should pay for it! ā€

Zhou Mushu sighed twice, and when he finally gave birth, Murong Yu collapsed on his seat, pulled off his tie and said, "Say it, what's the problem with that old man's name is Ji Bahuang?" ā€

Zhou Mushu opened the curtains to let the cool breeze pour in a little, and found that it happened to be on the east side of the West Lake, and he could see the lights on the fishing boats, no wonder it was called Dongling Hall, he sighed and said, "What do you think?" ā€

Murong Yu finished eating the last candy in his wallet, "What else can you think, one, Ji Bahuang is one of the children in the old man's village, and second, it's pure coincidence." ā€

"What do I think, there is still a possibility." Zhou Mushu sat on the side, "The old immortal who named them is Ji Bahuang himself." ā€