In this way, under the watch of all the gamblers in the hall, Lang Fei and others walked out of Haoliefang. Just a few steps out of the door, Xiaoyun and others surrounded them. www
"Are you that Zhang Dahu? I can't tell, you are quite economical." What Xiaoyun said made Zhang Dahu stunned, and he couldn't figure it out for a long time.
"Zhang Dahu, take a look, do you still remember this string of bells?" He was thinking about Xiaoyun's words, but suddenly Lang Fei pulled him to Xue Ya's side, pointing to the string of bells around her neck.
"This..." Zhang Dahu pondered for a moment and took a closer look at the light at the door of the store. He was immediately shocked: "This, isn't this the... that string of bells five years ago?"
"Oh? You really remember..."
"Young Master, to tell you the truth, if it weren't for this string of bells, I wouldn't be where I am today. That's why I recognized it at a glance."
"In that case, it's easy to handle. Let me ask you, how did this string of bells fall into your hands?"
"This..." Zhang Dahu's expression changed, he hesitated, and he hesitated.
Seeing this, Lang Fei frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Zhang Dahu, since I have found you for this reason, I naturally know your details. Tell me quickly and tell the whole story. If not, don't blame us for being ruthless."
ruthless."
"I said, I said." Zhang Dahu is not as good as before. Now he has a big business and is used to living a comfortable and prosperous life. He is naturally afraid that he will lose his life and no longer be able to enjoy the wonderful things in this world.
"This string of bells was from five years ago..." Under Lang Fei's urging, Zhang Dahu slowly told what happened that year.
It turned out that after Xue Ya was forced to go north five years ago, her mother's body was left in Lingyang Prison for disposal, and Zhang Dahu, who was still the jailer at the time, was the executor of this matter. After getting the order from his superiors, this kid took Xue Ya's mother to the Lingyang Prison for disposal.
His body was carried to the mass grave in the north of the city for a hasty burial. Originally, the matter was over, but Zhang Dahu was timid and was especially afraid of ghosts. At that time, the mountain wind blew a bunch of rags around.
At this point, Zhang Dahu thought something was going on. He was frightened. Just when he was about to turn around and run away, he kicked Xue Ya's mother's relics away in a panic, and the hastily made spiritual tablet hit a stone.
The bells were scattered in all directions. One of the string bells fell to the ground and was grabbed by the rather quick-witted Zhang Dahu, who then ran all the way down the mountain. As for what happened next, it was basically consistent with what the boss of Zhaiyue Xuan said.
After hearing what happened, Lang Fei was quite emotional about Zhang Dahu's past. Luck, such an inexplicable thing, is really elusive.
"Let's go." After a while, Lang Fei came back to his senses and said to Zhang Dahu.
"Go...where?"
"Of course it's the mass graves in the north of the city."
"Here...here, gentlemen, you see it's getting so late, why don't you go tomorrow?"
Lang Fei turned around and glanced at Xue Ya who was looking anxious, then turned around and said, "Why?"
Zhang Dahu hesitated for a long time and said with a fearful expression: "You guys don't know, this mass grave in the north of the city has been...haunted recently."
Lang Fei was delighted when he heard this and said with a smile: "Oh? Is there such an interesting thing?"
Seeing his disapproving expression, Zhang Dahu said anxiously: "Young masters, although I don't know why you went to that dark place, the haunting is true. Many people in Lingyang City have seen it.
, when night comes, there will be dark winds and ghost fires swaying on this Beishan Mountain. It’s already dark now, young masters, let’s find a place to rest first, and wait until tomorrow. How about I take some of them there early tomorrow morning?”
"Is there a ghost? Brother Fei, we'd better listen to him and go back tomorrow morning." After Zhang Dahu said this, Zhu Ganglie suddenly shuddered, folded his arms, and said with shrinking head.
"Hey, you idiot is usually very timid when you make trouble. Why are you so scared when you hear there's a ghost?"
As soon as Lang Fei finished speaking, the prince on the other side interrupted and said, "Hey, I didn't expect you to be a coward."
"Who... whoever is timid, go ahead. I... I'm worried that Xue Ya and the other girls will be scared. How can an upright man like me be afraid of a mere ghost place?" If Lang Fei teased, Zhu Gang would
Lie would probably admit it, but once he heard that Wang Zifu also threatened him with words, if he backed down any further, wouldn't it weaken his usual prestige.
"Don't worry, Xue Ya is not afraid." Thinking of her mother's body lying in a mass grave, Xue Ya's sadness had already overshadowed the fear in her heart.
After hearing this, Lang Fei turned to look at the other two girls, and saw Xiaoyun's pretty eyes shining brightly, her little hands clenched tightly, and her face full of excitement.
At this time, when she saw Lang Fei looking over, Xiao Yun swung her fists repeatedly, blocking Fang Qinghan whose face changed slightly, and then patted her chest and said generously: "Brother Fei, don't worry, Junior Sister Qinghan has a little girl."
Yun will take care of her and take care of her. Headless ghosts, headed ghosts, long-haired ghosts, and tongue-tied ghosts will not be able to hurt her even a hair."
The more Xiaoyun talked, the more excited she became, and she couldn't wait to visit the mass grave at night.
"Junior sister, are you afraid?" Seeing Fang Qinghan behind Xiaoyun's expression changing slightly after every word she said, Lang Fei asked with some worry.
"It's...fortunately, my junior brother is here, Qinghan...Qinghan is not afraid."
Hearing her voice, Xiaoyun was a little trembling. Xiaoyun smiled triumphantly, then turned around and pushed her to Lang Fei's side. She shook her head and sighed: "Oh, Brother Fei, I leave it to you."
Seeing that Fang Qinghan was getting better as expected, Lang Fei's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his hand to gently pinch her catkin, signaling that he was by his side.
"Zhang Dahu, have you seen enough? It's time to take action." After unifying the thoughts of several people, when Lang Fei turned around, he saw this guy looking erratically at the faces of Xiaoyun, Fang Qinghan, and Xue Ya.
Sweep away.
"Uh, uh, do you really want to go now?" Hearing Lang Fei's scolding, Zhang Dahu quickly recovered his mind and said with a grimace.
"There's so much nonsense, I just want to keep you safe on this trip, just go ahead and lead the way."
Seeing that he had made up his mind, Zhang Dahu had no choice but to lower his head and lead the way helplessly.
"..."
Everyone left Lingyang City and headed north. After a while, they arrived at the mountainside. At this time, the moon was in the sky. With the cold moonlight, a few people turned around a mountain road, then walked into a forest, and walked forward for about tea time.
Through the dim light from the branches, one can see shadowy mounds appearing at the end of the line of sight in the distance.
Hearing the cry of the night owl in his ears, Zhang Dahu's movement of dividing the wormwood suddenly stopped, he slowly turned around, pointed in front of him, and said with a mournful face: "Sir, the mass grave is right in front of you.
"
Lang Fei nodded when he heard this, and led everyone past Zhang Dahu, heading towards the continuous mound of the tomb first.
"Woo...wu...wu" suddenly came from the dark forest along the way. Several night owl calls were heard, like weeping, complaining, like a baby gulping, and like a wandering spirit seeking revenge. I saw Lang Fei and others crossing the border.
The farther away, he was the only one left here. Zhang Dahu felt that his waist and legs were weak, and his scalp was numb. He screamed in fright, sat down on the ground, and then used his hands and feet in a hurry, without paying attention.
Wormwood cut his cheek, and he chased after several people all the way.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Dahu caught up. At this time, Lang Fei and others had also walked out of the dense forest and arrived at the mound that Zhang Dahu had just pointed to.
Feeling the strong Yin energy around him, Lang Fei turned his head, pointed at the mass grave and said, "Zhang Dahu, do you still remember where Mrs. Ouyang's body was buried seven years ago?"
Hearing this, Zhang Dahu trembled and shook his head, wiping his hands with cold sweat and said: "Master, you don't know. I was so scared at that time that I could not remember the location of the burial. But now, seven years have passed, and this mass grave is worse than before.
It's a lot bigger, let alone the direction, even the approximate range is hard to distinguish."
Lang Fei frowned when he heard this, walked up and down the slope several times, and finally turned around and asked: "Zhang Dahu, are all the people buried in this mass grave the prisoners who died in Lingyang Prison?"
Zhang Dahu nodded, shook his head, and said: "I'm good at teaching you. I know that among the prisoners in Lingyang Prison, these are the majority. But in addition, there are some who are seriously ill within a hundred miles."
A passer-by who has no one to stop him, and a homeless person who has no family or friends to rely on."
Hearing Zhang Dahu's explanation, Lang Fei nodded. Thinking of the rules of Qianyang Prison, the boy asked again: "Do the prisoners in Lingyang Prison also have identification marks on their ankles?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Dahu nodded quickly and said: "Yes, the laws of Dazhou stipulate that those with minor crimes only have to wear identity tags, while those with serious crimes have to be shackled."
Lang Fei nodded and murmured: "Then there is a way." After saying that, he closed his eyes, and under Zhang Dahu's puzzled gaze, he released his consciousness and penetrated directly into the buried bones under the soil layer of the mass grave.
place.
Zhang Dahu didn't know why, but Xue Ya and others knew what Lang Fei was doing. Seeing his unscrupulous behavior, Zhu Ganglie said with some embarrassment: "Brother Fei is doing this to disturb people's sleep.
One...if a green, miserable, wandering ghost really pops up, wouldn't it also involve us?"
"You idiot, I didn't see you so scared when you were in the grotto of Qianyang Prison. How come you are so courageous after just one day of work?"
Hearing the ridicule from the prince, the idiot looked back at the graves of different heights not far away, shrank his head, and whispered: "In Qianyang, the corpse cave is not far from the city. Under the suppression of the strong Yang Qi in the city,
How can any ghosts be born? But things are different here. Look at the surrounding environment, which is full of wilderness, fox hills and lonely hills. Look at the wind-swept mountain with yin energy. Under such circumstances, if
Sure enough, something ghost happened, it’s so weird that it’s just a natural thing.”
"You, I think you have listened to Zhang Dahu's words earlier and have preconceived ideas, so you are here to scare yourself."
Seeing that Wang Zifu sneered at his inference, Zhu Ganglie was about to retort. At this time, Lang Fei, who had previously closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, then looked at Zhang Dahu intently, and said with a solemn face:
"Zhang Dahu, let me ask you, is this really the mass grave where corpses were dumped in Lingyang Prison?"
Zhang Dahu's heart trembled when he heard this, and he nodded hurriedly: "Yes, it is undoubtedly this place. Two days ago, a man died of illness in the prison and was buried here by my little brother who was on duty in the prison."
Hearing Zhang Dahu's answer, Lang Fei's face became darker, and he pointed to the mass grave behind him and said: "If it is really what you said, then why are there no bones in the graves near the periphery of this hillock, and only an empty grave remains?"