Chapter 308 Lock the grudge! The coffin in the back hall
"This is... a Yin-Yang disk?"
I asked excitedly looking at the compass in my hand.
"Well, haven't you been saying that your Yin-Yang disk is not easy to use? It will fail as long as it is in a place filled with evil spirits. It will not happen this time. The compass in your hand is called the Xianpan, and it was used by Master Xian before.
"
"Master Immortal?!"
I was surprised, but I was extremely excited. I never thought that I could get the magic weapon that the immortal master used back then.
"but…"
Master said suddenly.
I was stunned and quickly asked him what he was talking about?
"I have been with Master Xian for decades and all of his magical weapons have recognized their owners. This is true even if Master Xian has been dead for more than 20 years, so it is not certain whether you can use it smoothly. Everything depends on
Your luck is good."
I nodded, of course I understood this, but I was still willing to give it a try.
At this time, there was a rush of car horns outside the door of Yinhun Hall, which must have been Wan Chen's arrival.
I hurriedly stuffed the fairy plate into my backpack and headed out.
"Xiaoyu!"
Master suddenly stopped me. I stopped and looked back at Master.
"What's wrong?"
"Who is going with you?"
"It should be Yun Fei, what's wrong?"
"Oh...it's nothing, be careful."
I smiled, walked out of Yinhun Hall and got into Wan Chen's car. I found that there was no one else in the car except him. I looked at Wan Chen in confusion and asked:
\"Where's Yunfei?\"
"I still have an important business to discuss, and I can't get away myself, so I arranged for Yunfei to go."
I shook my head helplessly,
"You are really making money at the expense of your life. If you bring him with you, we will have a better chance of winning."
Wan Chen chuckled,
"You alone are enough."
I rolled my eyes at him and was too lazy to talk to him anymore. The car drove out of Coffin Park Street and sped towards the suburbs...
On the way, I repeatedly told Wan Chen not to reveal his identity as a mage.
"Then in what capacity do you appear?" Wan Chen looked at me suspiciously.
"The boss of the funeral parlor."
Forty minutes later, the sky gradually darkened, and the car drove into the suburbs in the east of the city. Not far away, I saw rows of newly built small buildings, which looked like relocation houses after demolition in the village. The car
He sped past, attracting many sideways glances from the villagers chatting on the roadside.
After driving for less than five minutes, a single-door courtyard appeared a few hundred meters away from the previous row of small buildings. The front door of the courtyard was brightly lit and surrounded by tall walls. It looked like it had been repaired.
Two large white lanterns were hung on the porch, with the word "Dian" written brightly on them. The lanterns were swayed back and forth by the wind in the suburbs. If they were far away, people would know that someone had died in the yard recently.
Wan Chen's car was parked in front of the courtyard. After getting off the car, I glanced around and found two cars parked under the wall next to the courtyard gate. The cars were both very ordinary. Together, they might not be worth a fraction of Wan Chen's luxury car.
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At this time, there was a huge copper lock hanging on the iron gate of the yard. When I took a closer look, my brows suddenly wrinkled. This door actually used an ancient rusty snake-shaped lock!
"There is indeed a problem in this yard!" I couldn't help but mutter.
Wan Chen, who was about to take the key to unlock the door, suddenly changed his face when he heard what I said. He retracted his hand and asked carefully:
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
Seeing no one around, I pointed to the snake-shaped lock on the door knocker and explained:
"Look at this snake-shaped lock. It doesn't lock the snake's head, but locks the snake's tail. The snake's head is mottled, and the snake's tail is shiny. As the saying goes, don't open your mouth when you meet a snake, don't show up when you meet a tiger, do something when you meet a snake, cross the mountain, and cross the water.
Yes! There must be something in this yard that wants to play tricks on Feng Yun, so this snake-shaped lock is not only for locking doors, but also for locking resentments!"
Wan Chen looked at me blankly, presumably with only a partial understanding. I patted his shoulder and motioned for him to open the door quickly.
"Creak"
With a harsh rustling sound, the iron door was slowly opened. I followed Wan Chen into the courtyard. I glanced around and found that this was an old and well-organized courtyard. The main door was directly opposite the main house.
, there are east and west wing rooms on both sides, and the open space in the middle is very spacious.
If we go back a few decades, this is where the rich people live.
At this time, the lights in the east and west wings were all dark, with only the main room showing a faint light. However, no matter which house it was, there were white silk flowers hanging on the lintels. Together with the ancient courtyard, it looked particularly special in this dark night.
of gloominess.
Wan Chen took me to the door of the main room and gently pushed open the mottled wooden door. As soon as the door opened, before I could see the furnishings in the room clearly, I saw a round table in the living room opposite the door, and a man
A woman was eating expressionlessly around a round table.
The woman has white hair and is already quite old, while the man is in his thirties or forties and looks very honest.
It seems that this must be Uncle Wan Chen's wife and son.
After hearing the sound of opening the door, the two of them raised their heads and glanced at Wan Chen and me expressionlessly. Their eyes only stayed on me for a moment, and then they continued to lower their heads and started eating, without any communication during the whole process.
Wan Chen said a word.
Wan Chen smiled awkwardly, coughed slightly and said:
"Ahem, aunt, this is the owner of the funeral parlor that I specially invited from Jiangcheng to help, Boss Lin, he..."
Wan Chen stopped talking in the middle of what he said, because Aunt Wan and Wan Liang were only focused on eating and didn't take him seriously at all. I couldn't help but mutter in my heart, why did Wan Chen also organize the funeral for his uncle?
Damn it, you have to contribute money and effort, but these two people have a sad face and a look of reluctance. What on earth is going on?
The strangest thing to me is that I always feel that there is something wrong with these two people, but I can't tell what is wrong. In order to avoid prematurely revealing my identity, I hide the mage aura on me, so I can't tell for a while.
So come.
"Don't worry about them for now, take me to the mourning hall..."
I leaned into Wan Chen's ear and whispered.
He nodded and led me through the hall to the back hall. A red curtain hung between the front hall and the back hall, which was tightly blocked.
As soon as I opened the curtain, I saw a blood-red coffin covered with a piece of white cloth. I frowned and ignored it for the time being, but instead observed the mourning hall...
There are all the offerings, tributes, and incense candles. Under the weak candlelight, a huge word "Dian" hanging on the wall catches everyone's attention. Below is a black and white photo of an old man with a kind smile on his face. He looks very good.
It's kind.
Completely different from the weird old man wearing a shroud and a white cloth in Wan Chen's dream...
I withdrew my gaze and slowly approached the coffin to take a closer look, but at this moment, the white cloth covering the coffin suddenly fell down...