Before the old man could finish what he said, Fenghua's face turned blue, his facial muscles were twitching, and it seemed that his stomach must be churning.
When Mo Feifan saw this, he secretly laughed. He didn't expect that the leader of the quicksand organization would be frightened by these words. It was really interesting.
After laughing for a while, Mo Feifan finally put away his smile and asked politely: "Old man, we came here to hunt. Can we come to your house to have a rest and have a drink of water?"
The old man was very polite, patted the powder on his hand and said, "Please come in, of course you can."
Mo Fan patted the dust on his body and walked in. Entering the courtyard, he was quickly attracted by the various strange things hanging on the walls.
There are Yin-Yang mirrors, corpse binding ropes, cyclone shovels, ink buckets, iron pickaxes, soft corpse incense, water and fire shoes... There are all kinds of guys who fight upside down. Mo Feifan can't name everything.
But he firmly believes that these things are related to tomb robbing.
Fenghua picked up a semi-cylindrical shovel, looked at it carefully for a while, and murmured: "This seems to be used for finding tombs."
The thing he took is called a "dog plow" in the local lingo. This thing can be dug into the soil ten to twenty meters deep. When it is pulled out, its grooves are filled with soil from deep underground. It has not passed through
The cultivated soil is very pure, but if there is an ancient tomb, the soil must be dug out and then filled back in. The composition of the soil will be mixed, and the jargon is called Wuhua soil. Experienced grave diggers can distinguish the soil with the naked eye.
ingredients to determine whether there is a large tomb underneath.
Seeing Mo Feifan and Fenghua looking at something in a trance, the old man's brows were filled with smiles. The white beard on his mouth trembled, and he smiled brightly like a candle: "The two guests look really alike.
Aren't you here just to fight?"
"Oh?" Mo Feifan turned around and said with interest, "Why did the old man say this?"
Fenghua patted his chest and asked: "We are here to hunt. Do you think I am so weak that I look like I am fighting upside down?"
The old man smoothed his white beard and said with a smile: "None of the outsiders who come to us are here to rob the general's tomb. If you really come here to hunt, how come you don't even have a bow and arrow with you?"
Mo Feifan and Feng Hua looked at each other, thinking that this old man was quite shrewd. Mo Feifan did not refute, and said with a smile: "Old man, we are thirsty, can you give us a bowl of water?"
The old man hummed, said "Wait a moment," and then walked into the house with windy footsteps. After a while, he had washed his hands and walked out carrying a big teapot and three tea bowls.
The old man walked to a wooden table in the courtyard, put down the tea bowls and filled them with tea. He greeted politely: "The tea is ready, come and drink."
Mo Feifan and Fenghua walked to the wooden table, grabbed a bamboo chair and sat down. They thanked each other and drank the tea in their quilts.
The old man took a few puffs from the hookah, arched his eyebrows and said with a squinted smile: "Look at my yard, I have whatever you want, whatever you need, I'll sell it to you at the cheapest price."
Mo Feifan looked around and said leisurely: "Old man, to tell you the truth, we are really hunting. We only came here because we got lost. What is the general's tomb you are talking about?"
As soon as he heard this, the old man's expression immediately changed. He blew out the smoke and said impatiently: "Since that's the case, then I have nothing to say. You guys also drank the water, so hurry up and leave now. There's nothing here.
Tomb, I was just joking with you."
"Hey", Fenghua was a little unhappy: "You old man, you think we are blind, you think we are fools. Are all the things in your house a joke?"
The old man's face did not change, he turned his head away, not wanting to talk at all. He said in a high-pitched and impatient voice: "This is my home, I can say whatever I want, and there is nothing you can do to me."
He was so angry that he slammed the table and stood up suddenly. He waved his fist and shouted: "You old man, your words are so ugly." He didn't want to hit the old man, he just wanted to scare him.
Him, let him know how powerful he is.
When Mo Feifan saw this, he secretly said that something bad was going to happen. He quickly stood up, trying to hold Fenghua back from doing anything reckless. As soon as the former pushed the latter away, a hunting knife that pierced the air whizzed towards him.
, the blade drew a shallow blood mark on Feng Hua's face, and if Mo Feifan hadn't pushed him away, there might have been blood on his head.
The momentum of the hunting knife continued unabated, and it fell onto the bluestone brick with a clang, leaving a white mark.
Feng Hua can be regarded as a person who has seen strong winds and waves, and few things can surprise him. Today is an exception. He touched the wound, turned around in vain, and shouted: "Master." People who can make Feng Hua say that he is a master,
Then this person must not be simple.
As soon as he finished speaking, a shirtless young man in fine clothes rushed over with murderous intent and blocked his body in front of the old man.
Mo Feifan looked up and saw that this man was only seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing simple clothes. He thought to himself that this man was an ordinary man, but his skills were so good. He was really a hero regardless of his origin, and there were also crouching tigers and hidden dragons in the courtyard. Such a young man
There is such a powerful master in a small mountain village.
Feeling that the atmosphere at the scene was a bit tense, he quickly came out to smooth things over: "Don't get me wrong, we don't mean any harm."
The old man was behind the young man and said in a bad tone: "You go, you are not welcome here."
At this time, Mo Feifan had already seen that this family was not simple. How could they leave like this? He rolled his eyes, took out ten taels of silver from his pocket and put it on the wooden table: "The old man was just frightened. This is
Please accept your kindness from us two brothers and don't argue with our descendants."
Fenghua Qi returned to Qi, but he was still playing a role at least. Of course, he could see what Mo Feifan meant. He didn't object, and sat back on the bamboo stool with his face covered as if he was angry.
Ten taels of silver was considered a considerable amount of wealth in a small mountain village. The old man glanced at the silver on the wooden table and nodded calmly: "Well, I think you are quite polite.
Not like this one." He patted the shoulder of the person in front of him, and the person in front of him returned to the room.
The elegance is speechless.
No matter where you are, money is one of the best helpers. This saying is true.
Mo Feifan also sat down and continued to ask: "Old man, although I am not a tomb robber, I like to listen to stories the most. What is going on with the general's tomb you just mentioned? Can you tell me about it?"
The old man took a few more puffs of water pipe. It seemed that the money made him feel a lot better. He pondered for a moment and coughed dryly: "That's okay, old man. I'm happy today, so I'll talk to you about this Jiangjun Mountain."
Ah, in the past it was not called Jiangjun Mountain, but Wozi Mountain.
Hundreds of years ago, a very famous general chose this mausoleum. The elders said that the general was killed before the mausoleum was built.
The body of the general and the weapons he used were buried there. I heard that thousands of soldiers who died in battle and the monsters raised by the general were buried with him. Those monsters can live for hundreds of years, and all of them grew taller.
With fangs and sharp teeth.”
Mo Feifan and Feng Hua both listened with rapt attention. If there really was such a big tomb, there must be a lot of funerary objects in it. This also explains why Wei Zihu came all the way here to fight.
Mo Feifan poured himself a bowl of tea and asked with interest: "So, there must be many people looking for this tomb? Has anyone found the treasure?"
The old man knocked off the burnt tobacco and chuckled in a low voice: "I can't explain clearly what happened in the past, but I still know what happened in Jiangjun Mountain in the past few decades. Over the years, I have wanted to come here.
There was an endless stream of treasure thieves. Everyone wanted to get the treasure in the general's tomb, but after they went in, no one came back.
There are rumors that they were all eaten by those monsters, and there are also rumors that they were frightened to death in the tomb. I think it is the general's undead that is asking for their lives. So, I advise you.
It’s better not to go in, curiosity killed the cat.”
After Mo Feifan heard this, he frowned slightly. The old man's inconsistent attitude was really suspicious. He had been very active in selling tools to them before, but when he saw that they were not tomb robbers and had no money to make, he was so angry that he drove them out;
Now he acted like a humble old man and advised them not to get involved in tomb robbing. Thinking of this, Mo Feifan continued to ask calmly: "Then the group just now was also a tomb robber?"
The old man didn't respond, so he asked: "Which group?"
Mo Feifan said: "It's the same group of people who came here just now and left quickly."
The old man filled the tobacco again and lit it with a fire stick: "Oh, you are talking about those people. Yes, they are also tomb robbers. A few days ago, a man came to me and said that a group of people were coming today.
, let me prepare the guy who robs the tomb and the one who leads the way. Nuo, the one who leads the way is my eldest son. Why, do you know them?"
Fenghua interjected: "We don't know each other, but we're just asking out of curiosity. By the way, you old man is really unreasonable. You know clearly that they are going to die, but you still let your son take them there?" He was not worried about Wei Zihu, he just felt that this was the case.
If a group of people died in the hands of others, it would be too easy for them. Mo Feifan could not use the infernal weapon, but he could not let his enemies die in the hands of others.
Mo Feifan also understood what Feng Hua meant and nodded slightly, meaning that what he asked was what he wanted to ask.
The old man seemed to be Fenghua's natural enemy. He was completely unwilling to listen to Fenghua's questions.
"Some people want to die, and you can't stop them. Without them, we wouldn't be able to open this hotel. Without this job and selling them tools for fighting, how could we live better than the people in the same village? You
Is it pig brains, or is it eating pig brains? I don’t understand this point?! Okay, I have to work, I won’t keep you here, you can go.”
Fenghua raised his eyebrows and said: "Hey, why are you, an old guy, scolding people..."
Mo Feifan looked at the old man, apologized and pulled Fenghua up and left: "Sorry for bothering you, we're leaving now." After a while of pulling and pulling, Fenghua was forcibly pulled out of the yard by Mo Feifan.
When the two of them were far away from the yard, Fenghua said with an unhappy face: "Look at that old immortal, he is clearly scolding us, why are you still treating him so well?"
Mo Feifan let go of his hand and explained: "I'm not treating him well, but I'm trying to prevent him from doing anything to us." From the moment he saw the old man just now, there was always an indescribable feeling in his heart.
The chill. The appearance of this kind of chill is often accompanied by conspiracy and death. He didn't understand how an ordinary old man in a small village could give him such a strong and strange feeling.