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I thought about it, and after a while, with the attitude of giving it a try, I raised my head and said to Old Man Qian: "Senior is clear, it is precisely because I do not wish to step into this yin and yang business that I do not acknowledge my master-disciple relationship with Old Master Zhang. To tell you the truth, I am not a material for Palmprint Holder, I just want to live this life of mine peacefully. If you think that the price of saving me is only to become your master, then I can only apologize to you. It's not that I can't do it, it's that I don't want to. As the saying goes, a melon is hard to swallow. You don't intend to accept a mediocre person who is not interested in this as your disciple, right? However, I still hope that you can point me in the right direction when I'm still young. After I finished speaking, I stared at Old Man Qian, waiting for his response.

Old Man Qian also didn't make a sound, he just stared at me, as if he wanted to see the truth from my eyes. Naturally, I didn't dare to slack off in the slightest. I also stared at him without blinking.

After a long while, the Old Man Qian sighed and said, "The child is still young, why is he so stubborn? He can't even bring back his life. Fine, since you don't want to take me as your master, I won't hold back for you. After this village, I won't have this shop anymore. As long as you promise me one thing, I can tell you where the Corpse Supporting Spell is. As for how to break it, you'll have to think of your own ways. "

"Senior, please speak!" To be able to achieve such an effect, I am already satisfied. I hurriedly asked the Old Man Qian for his conditions.

"I haven't thought about it yet. Come find me when you come back alive! Corpse Supporting Spell has a dark and evil nature. As long as it follows you to Zhengzhou, it will hide in the depths of the Yin Field. Only then will it be able to hide its unique smell and avoid being discovered by those who have the ability to do so. As for the others, you guys can take care of yourselves! " After the Old Man Qian finished speaking, he turned around and was about to enter the house.

Hearing that, Zhang Shan became anxious, and shouted outside the wall: "Please speak clearly, don't you think it's the same as not speaking, we will know where the Yin land is?"

The old man turned around and said, "I won't acknowledge you as my master, so that's all I can say. If you kneel down and kowtow three times, I can help you right away. "

This temptation was actually quite strong. It took me a lot of effort to stop myself from agreeing to him. Just thinking about how I would have to deal with these ghosts and nightmares for the next few decades made my heart tremble.

I bowed towards Old Man Qian and said, "Senior, you can't say too much. Junior will be extremely grateful. If I return with my life, I will definitely abide by the agreement and come again to pay my respects." After saying that, I turned around and walked out of the small courtyard.

He only heard the cold snort of the Old Man Qian behind him: "What a donkey's temper!"

I left the courtyard and shot Zhang Shan a look. We followed the road ahead of us. After walking for less than 10 metres, he heard the hoarse voice of the Old Man Qian in the courtyard behind him. "The tail of the Plum Mountain, the loyal souls of the millions, the warriors of the south and the north, their blood stained the white sand!" It didn't sound like poetry, nor did it sound smooth. What was the point of his chant?

When Zhang Shan heard it, he snorted and said: "Crazy old man, doing weird yin and yang weird energy, making your speech chaotic, I think he must be practising some kind of evil technique!"

Old Man Qian has a quick mind and is not slow at all, so he purposely said it out loud so it must be for some other reason. Thus, I turned around and said to Zhang Shan: "I think he is purposefully reminding us."

"Tsk …" Is he that kind? " Zhang Shan replied.

"The tail of the Plum Mountain, the loyal souls of the millions, the warriors of the Conquest of the North and the South, the blood of the dead and the sand of the earth …" I repeated these words in my mouth, but still couldn't get the point. Zhengzhou was located on a flat plain. Where did this mountain come from? There was only Mang Shan by the Yellow River, but that was not in the city.

"From what I see, he's purposely deceiving you so that we can find the wrong direction. If we were to say that there is no cemetery, wouldn't we know as long as we check it out one by one?" Zhang Shan thought that he had already grasped the main point.

"Brother, this is in the city. The cemetery is also filled with ashes and bones, how could it be like your mountain where there is an earth burial? How much Yin Qi could there be? Furthermore, he just said that the Corpse Supporting Spell is hidden underground. We can't possibly take a shovel and randomly dig around in the cemetery, right? "Since there are so many cemeteries in Zhengzhou, even if we start looking for them now, we might not have enough time in a single day." I immediately retorted at Zhang Shan's point of view.

"Anyway, on our mountain, where people are buried, the Yin Qi will naturally be thicker." Zhang Shan did not give up and continued to persevere.

"Buried place …" When I heard her words, something flashed through my mind, but it disappeared before I could catch her.

"Martial Uncle, how about I go and beg that Old Man Qian again?" Seeing my furrowed brows, Zhang Shan also couldn't bear to see it. Moreover, there were only less than two days remaining until the Corpse Supporting Spell will fully recover. If he wanted to defeat it, he has to rely on the last twenty odd hours.

"Alright!" You have to go back, and before long you're going to have to fight again. I've finally seen your temper. " I quickly stopped him.

Actually, we all know that even if we ask the Old Man Qian, it will be for nothing. As long as I don't want to acknowledge him as my teacher, there's no point in saying anything. If I can't defeat him, what can I do?

"Right now, the most important thing is to wash off our stinky bodies!" I dug at the mud on my clothes. It was dried by the wind, and when I pulled it off, there was something sticky hanging on it.

After walking for a while, I finally got back to the main road. I impatiently ran to the side of the road and hailed a taxi. I planned to find a hotel.

As soon as the taxi door opened, the driver smelled the stench on both of us and pushed me out of the passenger seat, cursing, "Did you guys fall into the fecal pit? So smelly! I just washed the car seat cover. Get out! "No matter how much you give me, I won't take it!" After saying that, he closed the door and left in a cloud of dust.

Zhang Shan and the other two looked at each other and laughed bitterly. With their appearance and smell, forget about taking a taxi, even if they entered the hotel's bathroom, they probably wouldn't let them. Let's find a place where nobody cares and wash up first.

Then I thought of a park not far to the west, where I played as a kid, with a small lake that was so clear you could see the bottom, and clean water equipment for tourists to drink. It seemed that we had no choice but to go there and wash, so we walked west.

"Where to?" Zhang Shan caught up to me and asked.

"I should wash up first!" I had just answered him when my mind filled with light. That's right! Was the old man talking about the Green Hill Park? I suddenly remembered that when I was a kid, I used to go to the Bashang Park to play. The stone tablet about the park's history said this:

On June 1, 1927, Feng Yuxiang met with the northern expedition in Zhengzhou. Feng Yuxiang is the president of Henan province. After that, Feng Yuxiang led the National Revolutionary Union Army to continue the eastern expedition, and returned to Shandong, Hebei, Beijing, and Tianjin. Victory in the east meant a break in the war. In the spring of 1928, in order to bury the soldiers who had died in the previous battles, Feng had allocated more than 200,000 yuan to Xu Xiangyun, the commander of the transport company, to build a graveyard for soldiers who had died in the Northern Channels. The former self of the Bishan Bian Gang Park was General Feng Yuxiang's graveyard of fallen soldiers.

Logically speaking, the Bisha Hill Park was indeed in line with the conditions of the extreme yin region of Zhengzhou. After liberation, in order to respond to the call of the central "deep excavation, wide grain", the west and south of Zhengzhou were excavated shelters, most of which were connected to each other, covering almost half of Zhengzhou.

Bisha Heights is located at the border between the west and south of Zhengzhou, and its park identity is more conducive to the construction of air-raid shelters and complex underground network. There were several entrances to the dugout in the park. Could it be that the Corpse Supporting Spell was hidden here? However, I really couldn't figure out the reason behind the old man's words. Could it be that once upon a time, it was still called White Sand Hill?

I immediately told Zhang Shan my deduction. When he heard this, he pondered for a long time before saying, "It seems that this old man is really reminding us. If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. If you want to go there, you can go to the park and take a look. Let's go! "

So we set off at once, walking quickly toward the Beshagatan Park.

When I got back to the road, I felt safer. There were not only bright street lights, but also a car that drove by from time to time. I had never felt the noise of an engine so good before.

Occasionally, a passerby or two walked slowly along the sidewalk. After watching for a while, I realized that something was still wrong. The stench and the dark grease on both of us was extremely conspicuous, but just now a girl had walked past us, neither avoiding nor looking up. After some thought, he realized that it was after all around three in the morning. The young girl was walking alone on the road, even if it was the main road.

I looked again at the three or five men within a few hundred meters. They discovered that everyone had lowered their heads and slowly moved forward, completely devoid of the urge to rush home in the middle of the night. After thinking about it for a long time, I finally understood that they weren't humans. They were lonely souls that wandered around the city in the middle of the night.

To prove my point, I pointed at an old man who was walking towards us.

Zhang Shan still could not see it. As he walked in front of us, the old man had no intention to dodge at all. On the other hand, I hastily dodged to the side only to see the old man and Zhang Shan cross over each other. To be more precise, the old man had passed through Zhang Shan's body.

I stood at the side with my mouth agape in shock, Zhang Shan signaled me to ignore him and quickly rushed on my way.

After about ten minutes, we finally arrived at the North Gate of the Bishang Park. It was late at night, and the park doors had already been closed, barring tourists from entering.

The matters regarding the Jade Sand Hill were gradually becoming clearer in my mind. Back in the '80s, the parks in Zhengzhou were closed very early, and visitors were basically forbidden to enter before ten o'clock. The only exception to this was the Beshakwan Park, which was closed at 8: 30 every night. The darkness of the summer was early, but it was only extended until 9: 00.

Back then, there were many complaints from the citizens about the Park Service. Many of the residents in the area had already eaten dinner and came to the park to eat and take a walk with their children. However, they were usually chased out of the park management office before long with a megaphone in hand.

For nearly a decade, the park had been closed more and more late because of repeated demands from the public. Some parks were not closed anymore and were open twenty-four hours a day to tourists. The park had been closed from eight-thirty to eleven, but every day the tourists had to be cleared by midnight.