The ghost story was interrupted by Lin Sheng, who found me and rescued me from the well.
I was a little surprised how Lin Sheng found me. Lin Sheng told me with a cry in his voice that he had been waiting for me to go back in the antique shop, and when it got dark, he didn't see me coming back. When he was dying of anxiety, he suddenly saw something on the table.
The black business card had changed. After taking a closer look, I discovered that there were a few words faintly floating on the business card, "Woods in the West of the City."
Lin Sheng was anxious at the time and without even thinking about it, he felt that I must have gone there. He originally wanted to find someone to help find me, but when everyone heard that it was a haunted forest, no one wanted to come. In the end, he was the only one who was strong enough.
He came running with courage.
After returning to the antique shop, Lin Sheng patted his chest and said with a sad face: "Master Xiao Long, why did you go to that place? It scared me to death. If something happens to you, how can I explain to Master Long!"
"Don't worry, Mr. Xiao Long, I'm very lucky, I won't die that easily." As I said that, I walked close to the counter, picked up the black business card on the table and waved to Lin Sheng to come over, "What do you mean?
Did you see a few words on it?"
"Yes, it was on the back of the secret word." Lin Sheng said as he walked. When he came closer to take a look, he took the business card in my hand and turned it over, "Hey, why is it missing? I remember it was there at that time.
here."
I asked Lin Sheng to cook, and I looked at the business card myself. There must be something weird about this card.
I calmed down and thought about what happened in the past few days. When I put it together carefully, it should all be related to the old man with a hunchback and this business card. The old man seemed to know the details of me and my grandfather very well, but what was his purpose of looking for me?
.
Speaking of which, grandpa is a godly man. If you just look for my grandpa, I can understand it. Grandpa’s experience is quite complicated. In his early years, he also engaged in tomb robbing. Later, after Jinpen washed his hands, he joined a gang, and then he did it again.
I started an antique business. It would be normal if I asked my grandpa to cooperate with me to buy the fairy tomb. I think my grandpa was also a famous figure in the tomb robbing world back then. I had never seen any strange tombs, but things happened to be involved.
When it came to my head, the man seemed to want me to join in, and even specially led me to the woods to listen to the ghost story.
After much deliberation, I know nothing except having benefited from my grandpa and having the title of Little Dragon Master. The only thing I know how to do is to open a small cleaning company and become a ghost-catching stickman. That man
You don't want me to catch rice dumplings. You kid, I know how to catch a few. If you encounter rice dumplings, I have no choice but to run for my life. If you come to me, it's really not worth the gain.
Thinking of the nonsense I heard in the dry well just now, maybe that person also heard the same thing and thought I had the map to the Immortal Tomb in my hand. According to what the ghost said, my grandfather had been to that tomb, even when he was young.
Yongzhu is also related to the Immortal Tomb, so that person thought that my grandfather gave me the map, and then tried every means to get me to take out the map, or use the map to guide him.
If you put it this way, it is possible, but I suspect that my grandfather’s disappearance has something to do with the old man. If he took my grandfather away, he could naturally threaten me to hand over the map, but he did not do so, but it was unnecessary.
, let me listen to a ghost story, and then asked Lin Sheng to save me.
Just when I was puzzled and thought about things over and over for countless times, "Dudududu." Suddenly there was a knock on the door. When I raised my head, I didn't see anyone. I walked to the door to look.
When I looked around, there was no one on both sides, not even a ghost on the street. It was already late at night, and the shops on the old street had long been closed. Only a few scattered street lamps on the street gave off a dim light.
When I was about to turn around and enter the house, I suddenly saw a red wooden box placed outside the wooden threshold, with a letter pressed under the wooden box.
The wooden box was already quite old, and the vermilion paint on it had faded in spots. You could still smell a moldy wood smell when it was placed on the counter. I looked at the wooden box carefully, and I couldn't tell what it was from the outside. It looked like
It is an ancient woman’s jewelry box.
I first opened the letter and read it. I was surprised to see the content inside. The content in the letter was actually very similar to the ghost story I heard in the dry well. The first point mentioned was
, Long Yan is not a human being. Then he talked about the fairy tomb being a real existence, and my grandfather should have gone into it.
The letter was written nonchalantly for three pages, with no key points. It seemed like it was just a storyteller telling a story. I glanced at it briefly, and at the end it said that I wanted to join a team looking for the tomb of an immortal. The letter read:
It was written like this: We have set up a team to search for immortals. We are just waiting for you to join us and we can set off today. In the end, there was no signature.
That's it? I read the letter up and down, and finally found that there were a few words written on the back of the letter. Four big words: Long Yan is not dead.
When I saw these four words, I didn't feel excited at all. My grandfather was not dead. This was something I expected. But when the other party said this, it was undoubtedly a bit threatening, which made me panic.
Could it be that grandpa is in their hands?
But this person seems to act a little weird, he has always been mysterious, so why not make a blatant threat if he wants to?
As if he guessed what I was thinking, I saw a few words suddenly appear on the black business card on the table from the corner of my eye.
"Long Yan is not in our hands, you will know when you open the box."
I opened the box with the red paint removed. Inside the box lay a photo and a short bamboo flute. I recognized the bamboo flute. It was the thing that my grandfather often blew to call birds.
If you blow it, hundreds of birds will gather. I picked up the bamboo flute and put it in my pocket, then picked up the photo and looked at it.
In that photo, it was grandpa himself. The photo seemed to have been taken in a cave. Grandpa was groping for something on the wall, frowning and looking nervous. He didn't seem to realize that he was being photographed. The lower right corner of the photo showed
The date of shooting, 1253, was yesterday.
One line of words on the black business card has faded away, and another two lines have been replaced: If you want to find your grandfather, join the team. Tomorrow at noon, East Railway Station.
The few lines of words quickly receded and disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared just now.
Originally, the matter had come to this point. Now that I knew that my grandpa was fine, it could be over. I could continue to open my small shop and live my happy life. When grandpa came back, I asked him to pay off the debts he owed. But, I want to die.
The discovery made me a little curious. I eagerly wanted to know what the relationship between my grandfather and the immortal tomb was, and why they said that my grandfather was not a human being. The most important thing is that if I still remember the words of the hunchbacked old man, I can
Get rid of the matter of King of Hell demanding life.
I made a decision at that moment. No matter what, I still had to go and have a look. This ### decision completely disrupted my peaceful life. Until decades later, I didn’t know that I
Is the decision I made right or wrong? But in fact, in the end, the decision was no longer up to me. I guess it was fate, and that path was ultimately my choice.