C78

Seventy-sixth Ghost Forest

Shenzheng of Tibetan Scriptures from 1 to 42

Last night, I wanted to bring you out after that brat fell asleep to familiarize you with the situation. I didn't expect that brat Luo Shu, his classmate, would call him away, that little girl, Luo Shu, is the daughter of the Dr Luo, she is a mysterious person every day, and when I went out a few times at night, I saw the Dr Luo wandering around the back of the mountain in the middle of the night. At that time, I knew that the Dr Luo must have known some secrets of the Jing Family's Mansion, and was afraid that the blood slave would come out from the depths of the forest to covet for treasures. This was why she didn't dare delve too deeply into the Ghost Forest. I saw Luo Shu sneakily pulling the brat out, and I knew that something must have happened. I immediately followed him, and after walking a few rounds, the brat and Luo Shu entered the Ghost Forest, and I followed. Even though Ghost Forest is a forbidden ground that people of Jingjia Village speak of, ever since I came to this Jingjia Village, I don't know how many times I have entered. That brat and Luo Shu walked all the way into the depths of Ghost Forest, and suddenly encountered that blood slave. It turned out that Dr Luo had also entered the Ghost Forest and was discovered by the blood slave. Just as the blood slave was about to kill the Dr Luo, the brat and Luo Shu suddenly appeared.

At that time, I suddenly understood that the blood slave must be related to that damned brat. Otherwise, it wouldn't have acted so strangely. I already brought you here a long time ago, but I just couldn't think of how to deal with that blood slave at all. I can't just let you die for nothing, after all, you are the only one who has ever passed our Jing Family. "Since that blood slave is afraid of that kid, then pretend to be that kid. Come to the back of the mountain and wait for that blood slave to appear, and then take you there. If that's the case, I estimate that 90% of the time, the blood slave will take you to the treasure trove."

Finished, Jing Yuanyang looked at Jing Wuji with fervent eyes.

Jing Wuji's blood also seemed to be boiling as he nodded: "Alright, I will listen to you grandfather."

After listening to Jing Yuanyang's explanation, Jing Mo could no longer hold it in. He was eager to give it a try, but he felt that something was amiss.

His mind quickly spun, and after a while, he suddenly thought of something. "If what this Jing Yuanyang said was true, then he brought Jing Wuji into the Ghost Forest by chance, and it was only because he saw and himself meeting the bloody man here last night that he thought of it. Then, why does this Jing Wuji look exactly like him? Jing Wuji had probably been in the Jingjia Village for a month or so, and after that, he had been arranged by Jing Yuanyang to hide in the Arrow Poisonous Wood coffin. After all, they had arranged for someone who looked exactly like Jing Mo to hide inside the coffin. After listening to Jing Yuanyang's story, they had brought this Jing Wuji along since he was young, so this plan had been in their plans for a long time. Was it really just for the treasure deposit at the bottom of the mountain behind the Jing Family's Mansion? No other reason? "

These lies were not bad enough to deceive Jing Wuji, who was raised by Jing Yuanyang since young. For the past year or so, it was already far from enough for Jing Mo who had experienced so many unimaginable things.

It was just that Jing Mo was still young after all, and knew many illogical things, but he was still unable to figure out the clues within, the mysterious arrangement of the grasses, snakes, and grey lines.

Jing Mo only knew that the matter was definitely not that simple.

Jing Mo faintly felt that he was the one that Jing Yuanyang was going to deal with, and all of this should have been laid down the moment Jing Yuanhsing found Jing Yuanyang.

Maybe it was from the day that Jing Yuanhsing found his that he had laid this trap for him …

But at that time, wasn't Jing Yuanyang a thousand miles away? And how did he know that Jing Yuanhsing had picked up Jing Mo from the Yellow River Jade Coffin?

Jing Mo shook his head, and decided to stop thinking about it. If he didn't understand something, Jing Mo had one idea, and that was to keep it for later.

The moonlight shone down onto the Ghost Forest, and the cold moonlight slowly sprinkled down, illuminating the empty area in the forest with a field of silvery-white. The few tens of Pagoda trees which had fallen on the ground were still lying on top of the cellar in a disorderly fashion. Through the gaps between the trees, one could vaguely see the pitch-black cave entrance below.

Waves of cold air gurgled out from the cellar.

Time slowly passed. Jing Wuji opened his eyes wide and looked forward, but did not see the blood slave appear. He was a little discouraged and could not help but ask: "Grandfather, did that blood slave appear at 10 o'clock at night?"

Jing Yuanyang hesitated for a moment, then told Jing Wuji: "I have been in the Jingjia Village for a very long time, and this is the first time I saw that blood slave last night —" When the blood slave was mentioned, Jing Yuanyang's voice still contained a trace of fear.

Jing Wuji paused for a while, and said in a low voice: "Grandfather, what miraculous part of that brat's body is there to make that blood slave kneel to him? And what did that fortune-teller see? "

When Jing Mo heard these words, his heart was moved as well. He immediately focused and listened carefully.

Jing Yuanyang muttered to himself for a bit, as if he was recalling past memories. After a while, he slowly said: "When that fortune-teller saw that brat, his expression immediately changed, and he trembled:" Quickly carry him away, I can't see this child. "

With that, the fortune-teller turned and left. He left very quickly, as if he'd seen a demon.

Your second grandfather was stunned and hurriedly gave the child to your second grandmother. Then, he chased after him all the way to the big locust tree at the entrance of Jingjia Village Village. Finally, he chased after the fortune-teller and stopped him. The fortune-teller frowned, "Why are you stopping me?" "I said that child's life. I can't calculate it. Count his fate. I will live ten years less …"

Your second grandfather hurriedly smiled apologetically, "Mister, sir, this child is an orphan that I fished out from a bamboo basket inside the Yellow River. You see, this child is really pitiful. If his fate is really bad, is there any way to break it?"

The fortune-teller sneered: "From the bamboo basket? "I don't think so. I think it's more or less possible that it was fished out of some coffin."

Your second grandpa was even more surprised as he asked in surprise, "Teacher, how did you notice?"