When he turned his head to look at Uncle Ma, he also looked embarrassed. Because Uncle Ma once went to prison, such an experience was originally unfortunate, he may have thought that the old man's life was more difficult, but it should not be so hard.

The incense on his hand drifted with smoke, hitting the broken wooden door, and then dissipated in all directions. I understood what it meant, and I wanted us to come into the house. So I put the incense on the side of the door, burned a little money, and then pushed the door and went into the house.

The room was pitch black, there was not even a window, and I could only look for the light switch on the wall with the help of the faint light seeping through the cracks in the ceiling, but I couldn't find it for a long time, so I could only light the match, but found that there was no electric light in the house at all, and there was a portable kerosene lamp on the ground, so I lit the kerosene lamp while the match was not burned out.

In the faint light, the already small room is clear at a glance. At the end of the wall, under the base of the wall, a layer of straw was laid on the ground, and on top of the straw was a layer of moisture-proof mat made of sun-dried rice dumpling leaves, and on top of it was a dirty wooden board. I looked closely, and the plank wasn't even a bed, but a door. On the door panel were several flat chemical fertilizer pockets, with a pillow and a quilt on top. It is not difficult to imagine how many years such an elderly man has slept in such a bed.

I breathed hard through my nose, trying to see if there was the smell I was looking for in this small house, and that smell proved in a sense that the ghost existed at the moment, and the intensity of the smell represented the ability of the ghost. The smell is there, but it has a musty smell.

The room was simply furnished, with no furniture other than the bed, if that was a bed. On the wall hung some finger-thick hemp rope and a straw hat, and on the other wall there was a rope pulled around the corner, on which hung some clothes and trousers, which did not look very shabby, but there was still a pair of cloth shoes on the ground, which were very old and dirty.

I asked Uncle Ma to help me with the kerosene lamp, so that I could free up my hands to do my own thing. According to the calculation of time, the old man died at least two months ago, and this dilapidated small house must not be a place for him to really cherish. Since I found this place under the leadership of the soldiers and horses, it should be easy to find the direct or indirect answer if you do the water method here.

So I put a bowl of water in the center of the room, burned the rune paper, and performed the Circular Light Technique. Because he already knows that the old man is a ghost now, and he has been in this room for a long time, and it is even possible that he died in this room. So the content of my questioning will not confirm the identity again, but directly ask the reason for the existence of this ghost. Soon, the ashes in the bowl gradually pieced together into a long strip that was narrow in the front and wide in the back, looking like a rifle.

What does this mean, does it mean that this old man was shot and killed and wants revenge?

I asked Uncle Ma to come and see it, and without prompting, he also said that it looked like a rifle, because he, like my father, was once a warrior of the Sichuan army, so it was easy to tell the difference. After staring at it for a while, he really couldn't think of what this development looked more like, so he began to ask Mi. It probably means that if you are willing to go with me, you can sink all four, if you don't want to, you will sink all of them, and if you have other feelings, you will sink all of them and then float up two.

The result of asking rice was that the old man was unwilling to stay, but he also refused to leave like this. Then the problem is with the gun that was developed, so I asked again, were you shot and killed? I regretted it just after asking, and scolded myself for being stupid, no matter what kind of ghost it was, it was very taboo for others to ask about the cause of my death, because it would force it to think about the tragedy of its own death again. So I quickly apologized in my heart, but the old man's ghost did not show how angry he was with me, but he did not answer my question again.

What I had expected to be a simple thing now seems a little difficult to do. Originally, I already knew that the old man must have stayed because of some reason that he couldn't put it down, who knew that this reason was related to a gun, since the liberation, all the firearms of the people have been handed over, this blue sky, where do I find this gun? According to what Uncle Ma said before, this old man was also a soldier in his early years, and his ears were deaf because of the war, could it be said that he actually hid the rifle he used back then, and he couldn't give it up when he died?

At the moment, this room is only so big, and the gun is not a small thing, if it is hidden in the house, it should not be difficult to find. So I started rummaging around, around every possible nook and cranny. But I didn't find anything but a bunch of cobwebs and rat.

At this moment, a voice came from the door: Who are you and what are you doing here?

I turned my head to see that it was an aunt in her mid-fifties who was talking. When they saw me and Uncle Ma rummaging through the cabinets here, they probably thought we were thieves. But because of her question, it means that she knows the old man who originally lived here. If we were really thieves, most of us would have passed by and knew that there was nothing to steal from this house, and probably would not have come over and question like this aunt, and because of this, I am almost certain that she not only knows this old man, but also has a good relationship, at least a person who cares about this old man.

I said to my aunt, "Auntie, you have misunderstood, I am a cultivator, and this uncle is the shaver not far from you below." My aunt looked at the two of us suspiciously, and Uncle Ma and I also put out the kerosene lamp and walked outside the house, so that my aunt could see Uncle Ma and me clearly. Uncle Ma has been setting up a stall in this area for a long time, although this aunt is not his customer, but he often comes and goes and still knows Uncle Ma, but this does not eliminate the aunt's doubts, she saw us walk out of the door, so she took two steps back, and said vigilantly, cultivators? What are you doing here?

So I told my aunt that my aunt wouldn't tell you that although the old man had passed away, he was a little unclean, which had affected this Uncle Ma. The old man is a regular customer of Uncle Ma, acquaintance is fate, Uncle Ma has a good heart, so he invited me to come and see if there is a way to let the old man go with peace of mind.

This is actually because of my lack of experience, if I were an old fox like Master, I would be able to fool this aunt in a few words, but as soon as I panicked, I told the truth, and even when I said it, I didn't think that this aunt would treat us as people.

But to my surprise, when this aunt heard what I said, a feeling of sadness flashed on her face. Because most people's first reaction when they hear me say that must be disbelief and suspicion. I'll tell you the truth, the Assassins sound so ridiculous. But my aunt's expression surprised me, so I asked her, Auntie, have you also encountered this incident?

My aunt looked at me, and then she suddenly turned around and walked away, and I called her a few times, and she didn't look back.

Uncle Ma anxiously asked me, what should I do now? I said what else can I do, this aunt's expression shows that she knows something, according to her age, she should not be a relative of this old man, and she appears here so coincidentally, it means that she must be a neighbor in this neighborhood. If she could have encountered something similar to yours, the surrounding neighborhood would have heard about it.

So I said, "Let's go, let's inquire."

I closed the door of the old man's room and continued down the alley. Soon I saw a group of aunts and aunts talking and chatting together, including the aunt just now. She saw us coming, but this time she didn't turn away again, but just looked at us. Just when we were about ten meters away from this group of aunts and aunts, they suddenly stopped discussing, and the second uncle looked at us together.

This action clearly conveyed a message to me: these people are insiders and already know what Uncle Ma and I are doing here. Sure enough, when we got closer, one of the older aunts asked me, "Little baby, what are you doing looking for Old Man Zhang?"

Uncle Ma and I only learned at this time that the old man's surname was Zhang. So I told the aunts again, and I still didn't lie. After finishing speaking, I asked my aunt, according to our judgment, this uncle has been dead for more than two months, but after his death, there should be people who have seen him one after another, if the aunts have this situation, I hope you can tell me, so that I can also let the old man go at ease as soon as possible, if not, please also tell me about the old man's situation, I can find more clues, thank you aunts.

Everyone present was silent for a moment, and the first aunt suddenly said to me, young man, all of us here know Old Man Zhang, and it is true that as you said, I have seen him constantly in these days, but in the past month, I have basically not seen him. When we first met him, we just thought that his behavior was a little abnormal, out of mutual concern among the neighbors, so I went to his house that day to take a look, only to find that he had died in his bed, and he had been out of breath for a long time.