Summoned Hachi, the evil dog, from the goblin frame, and then told him the location of Eight-Foot-sama's hometown.

When Xiao Ba heard this, after Wang Wang screamed twice, his body moved and rolled up a small black whirlwind, which swept Zhang Fan and dissipated in the room out of thin air.

I don't know how long later, the whirlwind reappeared out of thin air, and Zhang Fan's vision gradually became clear, and when he looked closely, he found that he had appeared in a vast and dark field.

The vegetation of the fields is tall and dense, about the height of a child.

In the depths of the field stood a dozen scarecrows, dressed in yellow and wearing shabby straw hats and hats, motionless, in the dark of the field, revealing an indescribable sense of gloom.

In Fuso, it is customary to place some scarecrows in the fields, precisely to scare off some birds and birds that eat and trample the crops.

The temperature of the field, low and terrible, cold and biting, made Zhang Fan shiver a little, looking into the distance, Zhang Fan saw a family a few hundred meters away.

In the house, the dim light is bright, as if it has not slept yet.

"Go to that house and ask." The voice of the eight-foot adult echoed again, urging Zhang Fan to go to the house to check and inquire about the situation.

"Isn't this your home? Why go to that house and ask? Is there your family in there?"

Zhang Fan asked suspiciously.

According to information on the Internet, the eight-foot adult seems to have no family, she is haunted and has no fixed residence, but whenever she appears, she is here to hunt prey.

"That family is the grandfather's house of the child, and I want to ask if the child is still alive." Yachi-sama explained.

Hearing this, Zhang Fan reacted to what was going on.

It turned out that Lord Eight was still haunted by what happened back then, and she came back now to see if the child who had escaped from her grandfather's house was still alive.

According to the information of the eight-foot adult before, it seems that thirty years have passed since she first met the little boy.

Thirty years is such a long time, and anything can happen during that time.

If you are lucky, the little boy may still be alive, but if you are unlucky, maybe the little boy will die early.

"Don't worry, sister, let the little brother go over and have a look."

Zhang Fan comforted softly, then quickened his pace and ran quickly towards the brightly lit house.

The land in the field was exceptionally muddy and even damp, and there was a creaking and grinding sound when shoes stepped on it.

The smell of feces mixed with dirt fills the air, creating a bleak atmosphere at night.

This is a feeling of being in a foreign land as a stranger, and in a trance, Zhang Fan thought of Xianghua Village where he lived as a child.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Fan finally came to the door of the house.

The outdoor building walls of Fusang are not the high walls of China, but the low walls surrounded by fences, but whenever passers-by pass outside, they can always see the situation inside at a glance.

In addition, this low-walled style of house also has no door, framed and no door, so outsiders can easily enter it.

When I walked into the courtyard, I looked at the upper room, and I saw a faintly lit room inside, and there were faint figures swaying and swaying.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

Zhang Fan shouted loudly.

With his shouting, the inside suddenly fell silent, and then, the quiet atmosphere was broken, and the sound of wearing shoes came from it, accompanied by a sound of scratching, and the entire Fusang style sliding door was opened from the inside.

Then a hunched, bald man in his sixties, wearing a kimono, walked out on crutches.

"Who are you looking for?" The old man opened his mouth in Fusang Chinese, which he did not understand, but under the systematic translation, it reached Zhang Fan's ears, and was quickly translated into the Chinese language.

"I'm sorry to bother you at such a late hour, I want to ask you about someone."

Because Zhang Fan doesn't like it in his bones

Fusang country, so even the people who don't like Fusang country, don't even add honorifics when they speak.

"What?" The old man tilted his head, stared at a pair of old eyes, and looked at Zhang Fan deadly, as if he wanted to look at him carefully.

"Thirty years ago, I heard that there was a little boy here who was entangled by the legendary eight-foot adult?" Zhang Fan asked curiously.

"Why do you ask this? I don't understand what you're saying."

When he heard the words "Eight Feet Lord", the bald old man's face sank instantly, and a trace of uneasiness and fear passed in the depths of his eyes.

It seems that the eight-foot lord is here with them, full of strong ominousness, and the slightest mention of it may attract the attention of the eight-foot adult, thus attracting her attack.

"To tell you the truth, I've been entangled by Lord Eight Feet recently, and I heard that there are people here who have been entangled as targets before, so I came here to find out about the situation, as long as you can save my life, this money ...... It's not a problem."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan took out a thick wallet from his pocket, which was filled with Fusang country's banknotes.

The money was distributed to them by Liu Keke when they were about to leave. He said that when he came to Fuso, he could use the money to buy something.

Seeing so much money in Zhang Fan's hand, the bald old man's eyes obviously showed a trace of heat, as if he was extremely eager to get the money, but this heat only existed for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, it quickly disappeared, and he was hidden in the depths of his heart again.

"Come in." The old man sighed, opened the sliding door more widely, stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please, inviting Zhang Fan into the room to talk.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan smiled slightly, raised his feet and entered directly.

Of course, he didn't go in blindly, and if there was any danger hidden inside, it would be a little trouble.

So for the sake of safety, Zhang Fan told the eight-foot adult to help her be vigilant around, as long as there is any wind and grass around, she will quickly sound a warning.

The lights in the room were dim, so to speak, there were no light bulbs, only a few milky white candles, placed in the corners of the ground, emitting a slightly thin candle light.

The light and shadow of the candlelight set off the old man's cheeks a miserable white, revealing a hint of seeping gloom.

I knew that he was a living man, but I didn't know that I thought he was dead.

However, even if the other party is a dead man, a demon who eats people and does not spit out bones, Zhang Fan will not feel any fear.

You must know that his body is full of top red-clothed ghosts, if he is a ghost, Zhang Fan will definitely let him open his eyes today, have a long insight, and let him understand what is called the sinister nature of society.

"Now you can speak."

The old man knelt on the ground and made a gesture of please with his right hand.

He wanted Zhang Fan to talk about how he was entangled by the eight-foot adult.

"It's a long story......

Zhang Fan raised his head slightly, pretending to sigh in fear, but halfway through the words, he didn't know how to make it up, and he was silent for a long time before continuing