"I have it too!"

Then, another villager flashed his mobile phone.

Many villagers have images of Hu Hai in their mobile phones, from different angles, in different clothes, half-body, and full-body.

With the blessing of so many photos, even if you see Hu Hai's back again, you can also determine his person.

Qin Yang is an old uncle in the end, and he is meticulous in his work.

Qin Yang successfully copied all the photos of Hu Hai and saved them on his mobile phone.

First-hand information is collected.

"Who else knows Hu Hai's other information?"

Xu Fei was obviously not satisfied with the photo.

Even if there is a photo of a person, even if it is a red notice, there is a fugitive.

It's hard to find people just by looking at photos, and they change over time.

It may even be that Hu Hai changed his face in order to escape responsibility.

It is necessary to collect more information about Hu Hai.

"I still have this, I don't know if it's useful?"

At this time, there was a villager, the man who carried Hu Hai to Huangni Village.

"I know him better, but I don't know if I can help you."

After knowing everything, and the secret that was revealed through the mouth of the village chief, the man's position was shaken.

"In Huanglongzhuang, I am Hu Hai's driver, no matter where he goes!"

"As long as I can use the car, I am basically by his side."

"It's to go to the barren Huangni Village, and I also took him there on a motorcycle."

"My name is Huang Youguang."

The man recounted his identity and relationship with Hu Hai, and then revealed his name.

"Huang Youguang, what else do you know about him?"

Qin Yang immediately took out a small notebook, and asked while opening the pen to prepare for the record.

"Hu Hai, as far as I know, he has no children, no daughters, no father, no mother, and no spouse."

"He has eight needs a month, and I drove him into the city to solve them."

"He has almost no contact with the outside world, and he only eats, drinks and has fun every day in Huanglongzhuang."

"He likes to toss some ancient books, as well as Taoism."

"According to what he revealed after he was drunk once, he was a Taoist priest of Qingfeng Temple."

"I was adopted by Qingfeng Guan since I was a child, and Qingfeng Guan, who left in my twenties, has never returned."

"Perhaps, he should go back this time."

Huang Youguang provided information he knew.

"Breeze View?"

"Where's the view of the breeze?"

Zhang Ping'an then asked.

Zhang Ping'an knows several Qingfeng concepts.

"I don't know about that!"

Huang Youguang shook his head.

Obviously, Hu Hai has been hiding his identity information from beginning to end.

If it weren't for Huang Huguang, who often accompanied him and became his friend of wine and meat, maybe he wouldn't know.

"That's it, let's leave it at that!"

Zhang Ping'an glanced at the sunset in the west.

At this moment, the sun has set and it is about to get dark.

The crying and mourning in front of the Huang family ancestral hall in Huanglongzhuang continued.

The fire where the bodies were burned was still burning, and some villagers kept adding firewood to it.

It takes time to burn the corpse with firewood, and it takes time to burn the embers completely.

"Tonight, everyone is gathered in this square, and they are not allowed to leave."

"The fire is not extinguished."

"While it's still dark, everyone goes home and arranges dinner first."

At this moment, Zhang Ping'an beckoned the village chief to come over and said.

"Little Heavenly Master, all night?"

"There are old and young people in Huanglongzhuang, and adults are easy to do, but I'm afraid that children and the elderly can't stand it."

The village chief nodded as he raised the difficulty.

The morning and evening of this season, especially late at night, are already cool.

The square is open, unobstructed, and the night breeze blows.

Older people and children are really prone to colds.

"You can find a way to overcome these things yourself."

"Also, let the villagers bring as many roosters as possible, the more the better."

Zhang Ping'an commanded again.

"Little Heavenly Master, what do you want the big rooster to do?"

The village chief wondered.

"If you prepare, you can prepare, and it will naturally be useful!"

Haiqiu Dao Chief glared at the village chief, disgusted that he talked too much.

Although they came to deal with the troubles of Huanglongzhuang, it did not mean that they had the energy to answer their doubts.

"Okay, little heavenly master, two Dao masters, what else do you need us to prepare?"

The village chief didn't dare to say much to question.

Haiqiu Daoist and Bochen glanced at each other, and at the same time looked at Zhang Ping'an.

"Heavenly Master, please command!"

Haiqiu and Bochen respected the little Celestial Master, so they tried to keep silent as much as possible until the Celestial Master did not speak.

"Hmm."

Zhang Ping'an nodded.

"One long case, three incense burners, seven porcelain bowls, another clean ink fountain, a few yellow papers, and a few incense candles."

Haiqiu Daoist immediately continued to command.

"Also, it's what you spent the night in the square."

Dust supplement.

"Good, good."

The village chief nodded again and again, and without a rhetorical question, he turned around and went to arrange.

At the scene, the village chief immediately conveyed to all the villagers the news of spending the night in the square tonight.

Although some people complained, they did not dare not listen.

Their ancestor blew up from the tomb, and they still don't know where they are, and they don't dare to be careless.

The ancestral hall of the Huang family has already placed a square table and bench at this moment.

The ancestral hall is not only a solemn place of sacrifice, but also an office for red and white ceremonies, and a good place for banquets.

Square tables and benches are available in the ancestral hall.

In fact, there are kitchens and other supporting facilities in the ancestral hall.

In a blink of an eye, the village chief arranged for someone to prepare a dinner party for the little heavenly master and his party in the ancestral hall.

When he goes out, Zhang Ping'an is not particular, and he eats whatever the master prepares.

As soon as the sun sets, dinner in the ancestral hall is ready.

On the ancestral hall square.

The villagers got the items that the little celestial master needed.

The mound and the waves are already being prepared.

The long case is placed in front of the ancestral hall.

The long table is covered with a table circumference, embroidered with Tai Chi Yin and Yang patterns, as well as the words of Taoism and nature.

Three incense burners were placed on the table.

A number of yellow pieces of paper have been divided by the villagers according to the requirements of the Haiqiu Road Chief.

"Little Heavenly Master, dinner is done, please take a few seats to eat."

The village chief hurriedly came and handed over to Zhang Ping'an.

Even if the village chief bows his hand, he bows down.

The hands are also higher than Zhang Ping'an, this kind of picture is quite inconsistent.

Even some villagers are still very unaccustomed to it, and they always dance the show.

It feels like it's as funny as a play.

But no one could laugh at it.

The fire was still burning, but the smell was gone.

The villagers had already eaten dinner, brought food and bedding to the square in front of the ancestral hall.

Since the collapse of the Huang family ancestral hall 20 years ago, the elders of the thirteen clans, including the old village chief, were buried.

Huanglongzhuang made a fortune, and the ancestral hall was rebuilt.

It is bigger and more magnificent than before, and even the square in front of the ancestral hall is very open.

The square is still surplus for the whole village to eat.

It is naturally more than enough to accommodate more than 400 villagers at night.

The villagers gathered in the square tried to squeeze into the middle, and the fire shone on their faces.

There was uneasiness and fear on everyone's faces.

Their eyes did not notice the ancestral tomb on the back mountain.

I was also observing the movement around me.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Ping'an also looked around, took out his hand compass, and found no abnormality, so he responded to the village chief.

"Little Heavenly Master, please!"

The village chief raised his hand.

Zhang Ping'an nodded and walked towards the ancestral hall.

In the ancestral hall, a table of eight immortals is full of delicacies, all of which are foods that the village can only eat during the New Year's festival in previous years.

(End of chapter)