"Mr. Shen, who was that just now?"
It seemed to be a coincidence. After Zhao Ziliang left in a hurry, Dai Heming came immediately, and the two sides were seamlessly connected.
It seemed that they had met each other. Zhao Ziliang was dressed very strangely, so Dai Heming asked this question.
"Those who are looking for trouble." Shen Lin agreed, without intending to explain in detail. The relationship between him and Zhao Ziliang was so complicated that he couldn't explain it in a sentence or two. Immediately he looked at Dai Heming with a strange expression.
His expression was cold and unpopular. The corners of Dai Heming's mouth were always twitching unconsciously. It looked like he was suffering from muscle twitching.
Out of control of your body? Dai Heming seems to have another chance in the Longhu Courtyard incident, and is more likely to become a ghost controller.
"Mr. Shen, these two are the famous folklorists in Daxia City, Zhou Qifang and Wu Yougui. I also heard that Mr. Shen seemed to be inquiring about this aspect, so I specially invited them here." Dai Heming's posture showed his response. He was somewhat humble, not like a big boss at all. When he got a deeper understanding of everything about the Ghost Controller, he discovered the horror in it.
Dai Heming now knows that Shen Lin is someone he cannot afford to offend.
He had another purpose for coming here this time. There was a strange thing growing inside his throat. Even the most advanced scientific instruments could not detect it, but Dai Heming could feel the existence of the thing.
He once stood in front of the mirror late at night and explored his throat, only to find two small gaps, which looked like a pair of small eyes.
This kind of weirdness is really terrifying. In Dai Heming's opinion, the only person who can solve all this is Shen Lin.
This is also the purpose of his visit.
"Hello you two."
Shen Lin said hello and seemed polite. Before finishing the coffee on the table, he poured two cups and handed them to the other party. Shen Lin liked to enjoy the fun of being in the world. This was his way to make himself feel that he was still alive. one.
"Hello, Mr. Shen, we have heard part of your story. It seems that you are looking for some village-like folklore or supernatural stories, right?" Zhou Qifang, one of the two, asked cautiously.
Although the title is folklorist, after all, it is not as popular as other subjects. Folklore is mostly hearsay and has no evidence to test. Each place has its own theory. If a brick hits ten people on the street, eight of them call themselves folklorists. There is nothing wrong with being a scientist. This is not a profession in itself, and who doesn’t have a story in their head?
They also relied on their erudition and knowing a lot of things to gain some reputation, but they were still far behind the man in front of them who could make the richest man in Daxia City be cautious.
"Yes." Shen Lin smiled and went straight to the point.
"Have you two heard of Fengmen Village?"
Before that, he had found many folklorists through Li Meng, but could not find any clues. Shen Lin asked these two people with the mentality of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and he did not expect to find many clues.
Now that Zhao Ziliang has provided him with certain information, if there is nothing he can do, he will choose to risk going to the area where Zhao Ziliang once escaped to try, maybe he can find traces, but there is no other way.
The two folklorists looked at each other. In fact, they had prepared a lot of information for this. After learning all this, they even contacted many friends to find some weird legends about villages. The two of them now have eight to one thousand stories in their minds. Hundred.
However, there is nothing consistent in Fengmen Village.
This question is beyond the scope!
The atmosphere was somewhat silent. The other party obviously had no answer. Shen Lin had expected all this. He didn't have high expectations. Just when he was about to say something, he saw Dai Heming's strange look, which made him unable to help but ask.
"Boss Dai, what's the problem?"
"Um?"
Dai Heming felt as if he had just woken up from a dream. He opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. He finally calmed down and asked in disbelief.
"Mr. Shen, are you talking about Fengmen Village? The prefix is grass, the bottom is the seal, and the door is the door of the gate."
boom!
Like a cannonball that dispersed the dark clouds, Shen Lin's eyes showed a look of shock.
The mountains and rivers are filled with doubts and there is no way out, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright in the village. Dai Heming's expression proves that he definitely knows something. He did not expect that he would find some clues from Dai Heming.
"Yes, Boss Dai knows?" Shen Lin asked hurriedly.
Dai Heming nodded strangely, as if he was trying to organize his words.
"I came from a village and worked hard in a big city to get where I am now."
"When I was young, the old people in the village always liked to tell us children some legends and stories. I once heard the old man tell you about the Fengmen Village that Mr. Shen was talking about."
Speaking of this, Dai Heming glanced at Shen Lin.
"It is rumored that Fengmen Village is a neighboring village to our village, and various things seemed to have happened later."
"There are many opinions from the old people in the village about this matter. Some say it was an enemy who came to visit, some said it was a female ghost taking revenge, some said it was a soul locked in an ancient well. In short, at the end of each version of the story, one ending is certain."
"Fengmen Village became a ghost village, a purgatory on earth. It was punished by Yama, the underworld, and completely disappeared. No trace can be found again."
Once a village? Ghost village? He was punished by Yama in the underworld and disappeared completely!
Shen Lin keenly noticed these key nodes, and everything he speculated was consistent with Dai Heming's description in front of him.
If according to my prediction, the so-called Hell of Hell does not exist at all, it may be that a powerful ghost controller of that era sealed Fengmen Village, causing Fengmen Village to fall into a high-level ghost domain and completely disappear from the human world. .
And now the ghost pawnshop is trying to use the deal to release this ghost village that has completely disappeared from the world.
Shen Lin frowned, everything was developing in a bad direction.
The ghost pawnshop only gave him a small photo, but he encountered all kinds of coincidences.
The woman with her eyebrows painted coincidentally looks very similar to the ghost mother.
That pen happened to be very similar to the bone pen they had encountered in Fengmen Village.
When he couldn't see any clues, Zhou Bin accidentally pointed out the specialness of that pen.
When he had no clue about Fengmen Village, Zhao Ziliang came to provide clues.
When he was hesitant about Zhao Ziliang, Dai Heming came to the door and provided some folklore to verify Zhao Ziliang's statement.
A photo contains all the clues, and the insiders happen to be the people around you. They all provide you with the most suitable clues at the most suitable time and the most suitable place.
All of this is so coincidental that it is unbelievable, as if there is a pair of invisible hands controlling everything.
A ghost pawn shop? Shen Lin's eyes narrowed slightly.
He once again felt the terror of this evil ghost. It was so terrifying that it was suffocating. It seemed that you could never escape everything it affected.
After this transaction, we must never have anything to do with this evil ghost.
Releasing a disappeared ghost village has already made Shen Lin feel very frightened. If he deals with the ghost pawn shop again, he doesn't know what terrible things will happen.
"Where is your hometown?" Shen Lin asked hurriedly.
Falling into a deep ghost realm does not mean that the location has changed. Fengmen Village is still there, but no one can find it or see it.
"The Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau is a bit remote. If Mr. Shen has ideas, I can take you there." Dai Heming responded quickly.
Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau? In the southwestern part of the territory, there is a vast area with sparsely populated areas and high mountains. Daxia City is located in the middle of the territory and belongs to the Central Plains, so it is not too far away.
The only trouble is finding Fengmen Village.
The concept of neighboring villages in that era was fundamentally different from the current concept. It was not easy to build villages on vast and sparsely populated land. Villages next to each other seemed to be very close, so they were called neighboring villages.
The real situation may be more than ten or even dozens of kilometers away from each other. After so many years of evolution, not many people in Dai Heming's village can remember the specific location.
In other words, he wants to search for traces of Fengmen Village on the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, with Dai Heming's village as the center and spreading for at least 50 kilometers. This is a very expensive project. If you are not lucky, you may have to wait for fifteen days. Even when he arrived, he found no trace of Fengmen Village.
The existence of the deep ghost realm cannot be sensed by normal people, and finding Fengmen Village is not something that can be done with a lot of effort.
"What do you think?" Shen Lin asked aloud.
Dai Heming and the others looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what to respond, but they heard a voice as hoarse as a ghost behind them.
"I got lost on the Yunnan-Guizhou Expressway, and the location he told me is correct, but I advise you not to waste your efforts. I have been there several times to explore, and there is nothing there." Zhao Ziliang was covered in blood, holding a few in his hand. The head with an unfamiliar face seemed to have returned victorious.
This also means that Zhao Ziliang breaks with his group of friends and even most of the forces. For the sake of Fengmen Village, he is almost forced to board the pirate ship Shen Lin.
These heads are his certificate of surrender.
Shen Lin opened the ghost realm to confuse the folklorists in front of him, so that they could not see all this. There was no need for ordinary people to see this kind of bloodshed. He did not intend to let others think that he was some kind of perverted murderer. He could still live a normal life. Need to continue.
Zhao Ziliang couldn't see that it was reasonable. Opening a high-level ghost realm requires several methods, either a ghost realm invasion of the same level or higher, or a key.
It's like a letter from a ghost post office, like a painting drawn by a ghost.
Shen Lin holds such a key in his hand, but he doesn't know the specific method of using it yet. This needs to be tried.
"You don't need to know too much. Now that you've reached this point, just follow me and follow my orders."
"I can only tell you that the village is located in the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, but it is hidden by some strange power."
"I have a certain idea of how to find it, but everything still needs to be proven there."
"There are some matters sooner rather than later. We will leave for the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau area tomorrow morning. Do you have any questions?"
Under the villa shrouded in red light, a hoarse voice sounded.
"no problem."
