I immediately understood that Feng Lan was the person sent by Feng Qu.
I replied in a deep voice that I didn’t know the situation yet.
After getting off the car, I went over and opened the door of the car.
The car is empty. Is there anyone there?
Then I also entered the second floor, which was also quiet and quiet.
I called Hua Gu, and the only response was an echo.
There was a soft click and Xu Shiyu turned on the light.
Under the dim gas light, I felt a little scared for no reason.
Turning around, I saw a mourning hall on the south wall.
Above the mourning hall is a photo of the deceased. In the photo, Old Ding's expressionless dead face is staring straight ahead.
It is normal for Hua Gu to worship Lao Ding... Lao Ding is her father, and this mourning hall has always been there. I have seen it more than once before.
What's unusual is that there is something extra in front of the photo.
I walked over quickly and looked at the extra wood carving with my pupils tightened.
Isn't this the wood carving in Xu Shiyu's house? The gestures are all exactly the same.
The only exception is that the wood carvings in Xu Shiyu’s house have no faces, and this one already exists.
Its face actually belongs to Li Dexian!
Li Dexian was smiling, as if everything was under his control!
The expression and the look of the wood carving, although lifelike, made me extremely disgusted.
I took out the Yin dagger and slashed it down with a single stroke, and the woodcarving's head fell off.
I turned around and walked outside the house.
Xu Shiyu, Feng Qu, and Feng Bao didn't interrupt me, they just followed me closely.
The Tian Road next to the second floor leads to the Chaoyang House I ordered for Chen Xiazi.
But I knew in my heart that I was afraid it wouldn’t be so easy to get through.
It was late at night, and there was fog on the road.
When I first selected the home site, in order to avoid the haunted house on the second floor of Lao Ding's house, I chose a Feng Shui site that was relatively far away. Therefore, we found the Ziwumaoyou Sizheng Palace which is extremely suitable for building Chaoyang House.
However, the location was deep in the field, and we had to walk for at least ten minutes.
I tried my best to calm down my breathing, and then said in a deep voice: "The fog at night is sometimes not just fog, but also a mess. Apart from us, there can be no other good "people"."
"After all, follow me. If you encounter or see something later, don't make a fuss."
"Don't talk to me. If someone asks you something, just pretend you didn't hear or see me."
"Don't say the wrong thing yourself!" "Don't pick up things on the ground. In short, it's just one sentence. I'm responsible for everything. Just follow me." Xu Shiyu nodded vigorously, and her voice was firm.
Feng Qu and Feng Bao also expressed their understanding.
To make sure nothing went wrong, I took out a few evil-suppressing charms and handed them to the three of them respectively.
Then I walked in along the field road.
The ridge of the field is harsh and narrow, and you will fall into the field if you are not careful.
As we entered the field road, the fog seemed to become more foggy.
The white mist began to thicken, making the moonlight overhead become thinner and dimmer.
Both Feng Qu and Feng Bao took out their flashlights. The light shone from behind to the front, shaking, but their vision became much clearer.
I thought about it a little more, and suddenly felt that something was abnormal.
This kind of fog is the ghost fog that only appears on the Yin Road.
Someone died, and there were corpses near the field road, so this kind of fog appeared!
Who died?
Is it the Feng Lan sent by Feng Qu?
Thinking of this, I felt a lot depressed.
As I continued walking forward, I felt that something was wrong with the field ridge.
I can't describe the feeling. The fog was too heavy and the night was too dark. I couldn't judge the road ahead.
In addition, I haven’t been here for a long time. In this case, if I go to the wrong field ridge, I will have to take a detour.
At this moment, I suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a shadow of a person shaking looming in front of me.
I could tell at a glance that it couldn't be Blind Man Chen.
The person who came out of this yin path is definitely not an easy character to get along with.
I also held the mourning stick in my hand.
As a result, Feng Qu's voice came from behind, and he called me in an extraordinarily soft voice.
I turned around and saw sweat on Feng Qu's forehead. He whispered: "Feng Lan, Mr. Luo, do you want to call him? Why is he standing here?"
I frowned and made a hissing gesture.
When I looked back, the man's shadow was gone...
The fog suddenly became surprisingly heavy, and the white mist actually surrounded us.
"Walk!"
The mist surrounding me made me feel very depressed, and I felt like my hair was standing on end, there must be danger!
With the mourning stick in front of me, I walked forward quickly.
Xu Shiyu reacted quickly and directly grabbed my clothes. She also grabbed Feng Qu's arm.
Feng Bao was much more courageous, and he followed without falling behind.
When I walked into the fog, it was freezing, and a trembling voice came from my ears: "Young man, are you also lost?"
The mist seemed to have solidified, and I vaguely saw a person standing next to the field ridge.
This is a white-haired old woman with a look of despair on her face, and her expression is pleading: "Young man, can you please take me to the crematorium?"
"The old blind man is cruel and has been ignoring us. We still have a chance on the village road. I don't know who the hell brought us here. We can't go back!"
Next to the old woman, there were some people, a young man in his twenties, skinny and skinny, with his head hanging down.
A man in his thirties was holding a silly little girl, and the girl kept sucking her fingers.
The man kept crying, which was extremely depressing.
"At least there are incense sticks on the roadside. Where is the popularity among the fields? My children are going to starve to death." "Brother, please do a good job, okay?" In addition to them, there are many shadows of people in the heavy fog. Coming closer to us.
Those "people" also carried white lanterns in their hands.
Although my memory was blurred, I quickly recalled it with their words and faces.
When blind man Chen took me to Lao Ding's house to pull out the corpse, I met these "people" on the way to the Yin Road.
At first Blind Chen ignored them, and with the wolf mastiff's shock, they immediately called Blind Chen cold-blooded and a beast, saying that even if he died, no one would see him there.
Unexpectedly, Li Dexian actually brought "them" over.
I ignored the old woman and waved the mourning stick in my hand twice. Amidst the whistling sound, they seemed to retreat in panic.
After the fog dispersed for a while, it became thicker again.
After walking for a few more minutes, they still didn't reach Blind Chen's Chaoyang house.
I couldn't hold myself back anymore, so I took out the compass, but it didn't work, so I could only use the compass to find the direction, and directly looked for the four main palaces of Ziwu, Maoyou and You.
At this moment, a gloomy voice suddenly came from behind: "Steward Feng, you are here, are you lost?"
"It's just right. If I follow you, you can go out, right?" The voice came suddenly and shocked me.
He turned around sharply.
Behind Feng Qu, there was a man in his mid-twenties.
His head was almost on Feng Qu's shoulder, and he kept blowing into Feng Qu's ears.
