Summoned the evil dog Hachi from the ghost frame, and then told it the location of Hachi-sama's hometown.
When Xiao Ba heard this, he barked twice, and then he moved and rolled up a small black whirlwind, then swept Zhang Fan and disappeared into the room out of thin air.
After an unknown period of time, the whirlwind appeared again out of thin air. Zhang Fan's vision gradually became clearer. When he looked intently, he found that he had appeared in a vast and dark field.
The vegetation in the fields is tall and dense, about the height of a child.
There are more than a dozen scarecrows standing deep in the field. They are dressed in yellow clothes and wearing old straw hats and bamboo hats. They are motionless and placed in the dark field, giving off an indescribable sense of eeriness.
In Fusang Country, it is customary to place some scarecrows in the fields, just to scare away the birds that eat the crops.
The temperature in the field was so low and so cold that it made Zhang Fan shiver. Looking into the distance, Zhang Fan saw a family a few hundred meters away.
There were dim lights in his house, as if he hadn't slept yet.
"Go to that house and ask." Lord Bachi's voice echoed again, urging Zhang Fan to go to that house to check and ask about the situation.
"Isn't this your home? Why did you go to that house to ask? Are your family members there?"
Zhang Fan asked doubtfully.
According to information on the Internet, Lady Bachi seems to have no family. She is elusive and has no fixed abode. Whenever she appears, she comes to hunt prey.
"That family is the grandfather's family of that child. I want to know if that child is still alive." Lord Bachi explained.
Hearing this, Zhang Fan realized what was going on.
It turns out that Master Bashiku is still brooding about what happened back then. She came back now to see if the child who escaped from her grandfather's house was still alive.
According to previous information from Master Bashiku, it seems that thirty years have passed since she first met the little boy.
Thirty years is such a long time, during which anything can happen.
If you're lucky, the little boy may still be alive. If you're not lucky, maybe the little boy may have died early.
"Don't worry, Sister Chi, let me go over and take a look."
Zhang Fan comforted him softly, then quickened his pace and ran quickly towards the brightly lit house.
The soil in the field was extremely muddy and even wet, and the shoes suddenly made a squeaking sound when stepping on it.
The air was filled with the smell of feces mixed with earth, creating a desolate atmosphere at night.
This was a feeling of being a stranger in a foreign land, which reminded Zhang Fan of the Xianghua Village where he lived as a child.
Ten minutes later, Zhang Fan finally arrived at the door of the house.
The outdoor building walls in Fusang Kingdom are not the high walls of China, but low walls surrounded by fences. Passers-by can always see clearly what is going on inside when passing by.
In addition, this type of house with low walls has no door. It has a frame but no door, so outsiders can easily enter it.
Walking into the courtyard, looking towards the upper room, he saw a brightly lit room with vague figures swaying.
"Excuse me, is anyone there?"
Zhang Fan shouted loudly.
As he shouted, the inside suddenly became quiet. Then, the quiet atmosphere was broken. The sound of putting on shoes came from it. Along with a scratching sound, the entire Fuso country-style sliding door was opened from the inside. Open.
Then a hunched-over, bald-headed, sixty-year-old man wearing a kimono walked out with a cane.
"Excuse me, who are you looking for?" The old man spoke in Fusang Mandarin, which he did not understand, but under the systematic translation, it reached Zhang Fan's ears and was quickly translated into Chinese language.
"I'm sorry to bother you so late. I want to ask you about someone."
Because Zhang Fan doesn’t like it deep down
Fusang country, so people who don't like Fusang country don't even use honorifics when talking.
"What?" The old man tilted his head and stared at Zhang Fan with his old eyes, as if he wanted to take a closer look at him.
"Thirty years ago, I heard that there was a little boy here who was entangled with the legendary Master Bachi?" Zhang Fan asked curiously.
"Why are you asking? I don't understand what you are talking about."
When he heard the words "Bachi-sama", the bald old man's face instantly darkened, and there was a hint of uneasiness and fear deep in his eyes.
For example, the presence of Hatachi-sama in their place is full of strong ominousness. The slightest mention of it may attract the attention of Hatachi-sama and lead to her attack.
"To be honest, I have also been entangled by Master Bachi recently. I heard that people here have been targeted before, so I came here to understand the situation. As long as you can save my life, the money... is not a problem."
With that said, Zhang Fan took out a thick wallet from his pocket, which was filled with Fuso Country banknotes.
This money was distributed to them by Liu Keke before setting off. He said that when he came to Fuso Country, he could use the money to buy some things.
Seeing so much money in Zhang Fan's hand, the bald old man's eyes clearly showed a trace of fire, as if he was extremely eager to get the money. However, this fire only existed for a moment. In the blink of an eye, it quickly disappeared and was hidden in his heart again. of depth.
"Come in." The old man sighed, opened the sliding door wider, stretched out his hand and made an invitation gesture, inviting Zhang Fan into the room for a chat.
Seeing this, Zhang Fan smiled slightly, raised his feet and entered directly.
Of course, he didn't go in blindly. If there was any danger hidden inside, it would be a little troublesome.
So for the sake of safety, Zhang Fan told Lady Bachi to help him be vigilant about his surroundings, and to give a warning as soon as there was any trouble around him.
The lighting in the room was very dim. It could be said that there were no light bulbs. There were only a few milky white candles placed in the corners of the ground, emitting a slightly thin candlelight.
The light and shadow of the candlelight made the old man's face look pale, revealing a hint of sinisterness.
I knew he was alive, but if I didn't know, I thought he was dead.
However, even if the other party is a dead person, an evil ghost that eats people without spitting out their bones, Zhang Fan will not feel any fear.
You must know that his body is full of top-notch red-clothed fierce ghosts. If he were a ghost, Zhang Fan would definitely let him open his eyes today, gain insights, and let him understand what the dangers of society are.
"Now you can say it."
The old man knelt on the ground and made a sign of invitation with his right hand.
He wanted Zhang Fan to tell how he got entangled with Lord Bachi.
"It's a long story..."
Zhang Fan raised his head slightly and sighed in feigned fear, but halfway through his words, he didn't know how to continue. He was silent for a long time before continuing.
