After a while, Yu Ziqing raised his eyelids and saw a small head by the door of the person's house diagonally opposite, with a bright forehead exposed, peeking quietly.

Yu Ziqing smiled, looked at the paper bag in his hand, and stretched out his hand.

A child with a bright forehead pursed his lips and slipped over quietly, hesitantly not daring to get too close.

Yu Ziqing broke off a piece of steamed bun and gnawed it bit by bit, making a clicking sound. No one could resist the smell of fried noodles.

Yu Ziqing broke off another one and handed it to the fat man with a bright forehead.

The little fat man imitated Yu Ziqing, chewing bit by bit, and the more he chewed, the more delicious it became.

Yu Ziqing put the paper bag next to him, patted the stone slab, and motioned for the children to sit down and eat together.

The two of them sat together, breaking off the buns one by one and eating them happily. Only then did Yu Ziqing start to ask questions.

"May I have your name?"

"My name is Erwang."

"Are you Shitou's friend?"

"No, Shitou owes me a roasted pigeon. When will he pay me back, will we be friends again?"

"Why does he owe you a roasted pigeon?"

"He asked me to keep it a secret. If I didn't keep it a secret, I wouldn't have roasted the pigeon."

"I'll give you a roast chicken with honey."

"That's not okay. A man must do what he says."

"He is not your friend yet. He has been kidnapped. You need your help to rescue him. That will count."

"He was not kidnapped." The little fat man immediately denied it.

"you know?"

"A manly man cannot say that."

"Stone didn't ask you to keep this matter a secret, right?"

"Uh..." The little fat man thought for a while and nodded: "That's right, he was taken away by Grandpa Que."

"That Grandpa Que who takes away disobedient children?"

"You also know that I just miss my grandpa."

"Stone Mother is seriously ill and misses the stone. If you know where the stone has gone, can you tell me? This bag of snacks is yours."

The little fat man reached out and got the paper bag, then retracted his hand and said with a sad face.

"I told you that Grandpa Que took the stone away, but they didn't believe it. My mother and father even hung me up and beat me."

As he said that, the little fat man lifted his trouser legs, revealing the scars.

"Well, I believe it. Where can I find Grandpa Que, do you know?" Yu Ziqing said very sincerely, and while talking, he stuffed the paper bag into the little fat man's arms.

"I don't know, but I saw a stone memorial to Grandpa Que, under the willow tree not far from his backyard."

Speaking of this, from the yard diagonally opposite, a fierce woman with rolled up sleeves came out and rushed out. After seeing Yu Ziqing, she immediately greeted Yu Ziqing in a polite manner and took away the little fat man. After a while

, I heard the voice of the little fat man crying for his father and mother.

Yu Ziqing smiled and turned to head to the backyard of Shitou's house.

Their backyard is not far from a small river, and there is a quite old willow tree by the river.

The legend of Grandpa Que is widely circulated in this area.

In fact, there are legends used by adults to scare children everywhere.

However, some are indeed true, some are only prototypes, and some do not even have prototypes.

The legend of Grandpa Que is a typical legend that cannot even be verified. It is spread in many places in Dali, but it is only spread among mortals. It is spread like this and spreads over time, so naturally it is impossible to verify what it was originally.

And among the monks, who would have nothing to do to verify a legend among mortals.

After all, many of these legends come from monks passing by, and maybe they are an evil cult that once appeared here.

Just like Wangjiahe, where Yu Ziqing went before, maybe a few hundred years from now, there will be a legend there about a very ugly, but kind-hearted and powerful Grandpa Yu, who specializes in rescuing children who have been taken away by people.

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This kind of legend is not like the legend used by the dragon tribe to scare young dragons. At least the skin-picking boss really exists.

On the first day when Yu Ziqing came here, he heard about Grandpa Que.

It's just that he didn't care. As for the masters who came and went, they naturally didn't care about this kind of folklore that might be updated every ten years or decades.

Yu Ziqing didn't find out how Gu Shitou was taken away. Lou Huai didn't find any traces, and Lin Fu didn't find out either. Even now, Yu Ziqing noticed people from the Shadow Division appearing around him. Judging from their appearance, they looked like

Like a headless fly, I guess I haven't found any trace.

So, when Yu Ziqing was having random thoughts, he started to think about it.

Is there a possibility that even a child knows, might be the truth?

When Yu Ziqing came to the shore, he easily found some traces of incense and worship. The statue of the worshiper should not be big, the base is still square, and there is not even a simple shrine to shelter from the wind and rain.

It seems that it is not a recognized place.

It is very common for Daqian to enfeoff land, and there are quite a lot of them. However, most of these landowners live with their tails between their legs and only stay in one-third of an acre of land, and basically never leave the land.

In Dali, there were very few imperial enfeoffments, and the common people paid homage to their ancestors. Even if there were some solitary temples where people worshiped them, they were just ordinary stone statues, without any magic at all.

Those incense that no one enjoys are even mountain monsters, and they don't dare to steal them casually.

If you are caught, you will die miserably.

The targets that need to be sacrificed in serious ceremonies are not something that ordinary people are qualified to sacrifice. Even the consecrated statues are far from being made by ordinary people with the ability and financial resources.

In Dali, things like this have always been strictly enforced.

Yu Ziqing pushed aside the fallen leaves and soil, grabbed a handful of the plaster underneath, and after smelling it, restored the place to its original state.

"Lou Huai, can you smell it?"

"Smell it, the incense has been absorbed by something."

Yu Ziqing stretched out his hand and gestured on the ground for a long time, then turned and left.

He was not in a hurry to do anything else, but spent half a day asking some local elders about the legend of Grandpa Que.

After writing down all the versions, Yu Ziqing came to Gu Shitou's room.

He picked up a broken bronze square pot from under one of the lattice shelves, stretched out his hand and made a sign at the bottom.

He took out the incense and the small incense burner, placed the incense burner in front of the broken bronze square pot, and lit the incense.

He just sat there, his thoughts starting to drift far away.

When the three sticks of incense were almost burned out, Yu Ziqing sighed softly.

"I'm not from Dali, and it's rare to see people like me who talk easily. Don't be ungrateful.

The child you took away is much more troublesome than directly offending two ninth-level powerhouses.

I am your last hope. If you don't come out before the incense burns out, you will appear on the desk of the leader of the Shadow Division tomorrow.

Starting from the day after tomorrow, if the word "grandpa" is missing, it will be classified as a forbidden word.

I will be polite first and then fight, so don’t be ignorant."

Yu Ziqing watched the incense burn out, sighed softly, and took out an odor bucket.

"If you don't know what's good or bad, then don't blame me for drowning you in the filth."

Just when Yu Ziqing reached out to grab the broken bronze square pot, the light smoke from the incense suddenly became thicker, and the surroundings of Yu Ziqing were shrouded in mist.

A faint scent of sandalwood emerges.

The surrounding smoke spread to all directions, and everything around him returned to its original appearance.

Yu Ziqing's Yin Shen suddenly opened his eyes. Everything outside this room was shrouded in smoke, and his Yin Shen couldn't see through it.

And this is no longer the original room.

There was a little boy sleeping on the bed, and on the chair opposite, an old man wearing a linen robe, a willow crown, white beard and hair, and kind eyes, sat quietly there.

He smelled faintly of sandalwood, and under Yu Ziqing's yin spirit, he was neither human nor ghost, nor demon, nor demon. His body shape seemed illusory and illusory, not very real.

"Why do you bother to force me like this?"

The old man grimaced and sighed.

"Did you catch Gu Shitou?"

"I didn't arrest him, it was him who begged me to arrest him."

Yu Ziqing went to check and found that Gu Shitou had no injuries, his soul was intact, and there was no trace of external invasion. He was just asleep now.

Moreover, the body shape, appearance, obvious and subtle features, aura, body, and soul were all verified, and it was 100% certain that it was the original one, and that it was Gu Shitou.

Then he checked again with the compass, and there was no problem. After the compass checked that Grandpa was missing, there was no problem, so Yu Ziqing relaxed a little.
To be continued...