C140 Huqiang

I knew we were being watched. As for when they were targeted, no one knew. It was possible that they would be discovered by the ghosts when they entered the village.

I looked down to see which one was the extra one.

However, looking at it this way, I was surprised to discover that we weren't simply caught up in it.

I know my shadow very well, a Buddha sitting cross-legged with a coffin in his hand. But the four shadows beneath our feet were all normal shadows. Where is my shadow? Or did my shadow return to normal after I entered the village?

I was a little confused.

Mr. Zhao whispered into my ear, "There's no need to look, these four shadows are not ours."

"Huh?" I looked up in surprise.

Mr. Zhao, Xia Xin and Grandfather Gu exchanged glances. I don't know what signal they had agreed upon, but the four of them took out their swords at the same time.

Then the Mr. Zhao indicated to me. I took out my dagger in confusion.

Mr. Zhao seemed to be demonstrating something to me as he used his blade to slowly cut open his own finger and then dripped blood on the ground. After that, it was Xia Xin's turn. She sprinkled the blood on the ground and formed a semicircle with the Mr. Zhao's blood veins.

Grandpa Gu's blood also dripped onto the ground, turning into a curved line that was replenished on that semicircle.

After that, the three of them stare at me. They seemed to want me to complete the circle.

Sighing, I slowly extended my index finger and placed the knife on it.

As the blood splattered, the circle closed. Then, the Mr. Zhao impatiently walked in. Then Xia Xin, then Grandpa Gu, and finally me.

As I walked in, I had a strange feeling that I was safe in this circle, that I no longer had to worry about being followed.

But I do not know the source of this self-confidence, and finally I can only conclude: psychological role.

The Mr. Zhao coughed lightly and said to me, "We used the fan of the ancient head to confuse Yin and Yang. These four shadows are all disguised as ghosts. "

I said to Mr. Zhao, "Since they are disguised as ghosts, will they hear us talking about it here?"

The Mr. Zhao laughed: "Our circle is called 'Painting Prison'. To the living, it was but a circle drawn in blood. For ghosts, this was a barrier. I can't hear or see. "

I turned my head to look at Grandpa Gu.

Grandpa Gu said, "My blood is also in there, so I can see you guys."

The Mr. Zhao continued, "These four imps could be spirits controlled by the ghosts, or they could be wandering ghosts that live in this area. It's not clear yet. After all, this village had a very dense yin aura, so it was normal for ghosts to float here. Anyway, we don't have to worry about them. Our goal is to find the ninth day foster-grandpa and rescue him.

Grandpa Gu didn't answer with a sullen face. No one knew what he was thinking.

I said, "I want to take Hu Dali with me."

Mr. Zhao said, "There's an extra two hundred and fifty, let's take them away then. There shouldn't be too much of a problem."

At that moment, I saw the four shadows outside wander around the circle of blood for a while before dispersing.

The Mr. Zhao heaved a sigh of relief and said, "When we go out later, we will separate to look for the ninth day of foster-grandpa. Whether we find it or not, we'll meet up here once every two hours. Remember, we're only here to save people, don't worry about other things. "Try not to cause unnecessary trouble."

We all nodded.

Actually, I don't want to be separated from them. I always feel that it's a terrible thing to be alone. However, I also know that this is the most efficient way. In order to save the foster-grandpa as soon as possible, this is the only way.

Originally, foster-grandpa was buried on top of the grave mountain and his soul would definitely be trapped inside the grave mountain, unable to leave. But there have been a lot of things happening on the Hill recently. The Ghost Prisoner had killed all the villagers, and his control was no longer limited to just the cemetery.

In this entire village, there were ghosts everywhere, and no one could say where the foster-grandpa was.

Thus, I decided to first go to Hu Dali's house to take a look. After finding Hu Dali, I would have one more helper. Maybe Hu Dali knows where my foster-grandpa is.

On the way to Hu Dali's house, I felt very uneasy. I was afraid that after entering the door, I would see that Hu Dali was also hung on the ceiling beams.

I took a deep breath and comforted myself, "Hu Dali's brain is abnormal, the Ghost Convicts shouldn't be able to deal with him. If they really wanted to harm him, he would have died a long time ago. "

A moment later, I was at the Mighty Door. I found one thing very strange. Every household had their lights on, except for the Big Hands, who had dark lights on.

I pushed the door. It was locked from the inside and wouldn't open. I knocked again.

Soon, footsteps could be heard from inside. The footsteps disappeared at the door. I waited, but no one opened the door.

Curious, I knocked again.

This time, the person behind the door finally spoke: "Who is it?"

I heaved a sigh of relief. It was Hu Dali's voice. We both grew up together, and I couldn't be wrong about his voice.

Sure enough, the door opened, and Hu Dali stood inside.

When he saw me, his eyes widened in surprise.

I didn't say anything. I was waiting for him to recognize me. According to what Mr. Zhao said, I'm wearing a longevity garment filled with grievances, and also have Grandpa Gu's fan to confuse Yin and Yang. As long as I'm a ghost, I definitely won't be able to recognize me.

So, if Hu Dali can recognize me, he's the real deal.

Who knew that Hu Dali would just keep staring at me, not saying a word. After a long while, he whispered, "Do you know who I am?"

His question was a little out of place, but it fit Hu Dali's personality. I coughed and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Hu Dali glared and said: "Of course I know who you are, but I'm afraid that you aren't the person I know."

It took me three mental turns to understand what that meant.

I said to Hu Dali, "How about this, let's write the other party's name on our hands. and then light it up. "

Hu Dali nodded his head happily.

Without a pen beside me, I picked up a clod of dirt from the ground and barely managed to write the word "Power" in my palm.

After I finished writing, I asked Hu Dali, "How are you?"

Hu Dali nodded nervously.

I said, "One, two, three." Then we both showed our hands at the same time.

In the palm of Hu Dali's hand, there were nine words. We were silent for two seconds, then reacted at the same time, punching each other in the chest and laughing.

I said to Hu Dali, "What are you doing? How come you have to use a secret code to enter your house? "

Hu Dali cautiously looked at the street for a bit, then turned his head and said to me in a low voice, "Recently, there has been a swindler in the village who lied to me several times."

Then Hu Dali pulled me in.

He closed the door carefully behind him, and I saw a string of Five Emperors' Coins tied to the latch. I am a little puzzled, since when did Hu Dali know this?

After Hu Dali finished inspecting the gate, he said to me, "Didn't you go out? Why are you back? "

Puzzled, I asked him, "How did you know I went out?"

Hu Dali snickered, and revealed a weird smile on his face: "I know everything."

My heart started to thump. I suddenly felt that it wasn't right for me to come to Hu Dali's place first; I should find foster-grandpa, then call Hu Dali when I leave with everyone.

However, it was too late to say anything now. He could only brace himself and wait to see what the situation would be.

I followed Hu Dali to Inside the house, and on the way, I realized that something was wrong with their house.

Hu Dali and I have played together since we were young, I don't know how many times I have come to this courtyard. To be honest, Hu Dali was a lazy person with no parents, so the courtyard was filled with grass.

But when I came in again, I saw that the grass was all gone. The whole yard was tidied up, even the farm tools were sorted and put away. And on the handle of the farm tools, each wrapped in a piece of yellow paper, I do not know what the use of this, I always feel that something is not right.

I asked Hu Dali, "Who cleaned this courtyard?"

Hu Dali said: "It's me."

I asked, "Why did you think of cleaning up the courtyard?"

Hu Dali laughed: "I don't want to take care of this either, didn't something happened in the village?"

I don't know, but I'm more alert. In fact, Hu Dali didn't seem to be very good at speaking. If it were any other time, I would have thought that he had a low intelligence and didn't understand much. However, under the circumstances today, I always felt that it was very strange.

When we entered the house, he did not turn on the light, but lit an oil lamp. The oil lamp's light was so dim that it could only illuminate our surroundings. The rest of the place was pitch black. I always felt there was something in it.

I wanted to ask Hu Dali if he had seen my foster-grandpa before, but I felt that this brat was very strange. Before I figure out his background, it would be best for me not to say anything.

So Hu Dali and I sat on chairs facing each other without saying a word. It was so quiet tonight that it made me nervous.

I could hear my heart thumping. I could hear my breathing. I can... Wait, something's not right.

I suddenly remembered something as cold sweat flowed down my back.

Hu Dali... Why is there no breath?

I looked at his chest. I looked at his feet again. There was no shadow.

He's not a living person anymore?

My hair stood on end. I wanted to escape this damned place. But I can't alert her. I have to find a reason.

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, Hu Dali suddenly walked over. His big face looked extremely scary under the flickering flame: "Ninth day, the inside of the village is getting weirder. Let me tell you, the living and the dead cannot be separated. "