Merchant of the Underworld

The man in the T-shirt took a deep breath and looked at Zen Master Baimei.

Zen Master Baimei laughed loudly and said: "Yelong Tao is indeed a good thing, and its righteousness actually forced the ghost market to leave. It seems that it was not Yelong Tao that was stolen last night, but Yelong Tao I am protecting the villagers and expelling all the ghosts participating in the ghost market! Amitabha, your merits are immeasurable."

Li Mazi excitedly grabbed the corner of Zen Master Baimei's clothes and asked, "So, Yelong Gao is still in the village?"

Zen Master Baimei nodded: "It should still be there, right? If we are lucky and can borrow Yelong to eat, it will be much easier..."

The man in the T-shirt also had a relieved smile on his face.

Although the smile was very forced, it was a miracle of time to see him smile.

"Let's go and see Yelong." The man in the T-shirt said.

At this moment, we are all as if we have been given a shot of blood. We did not expect that things that seemed to be at the end of the road would change so quickly overnight.

We followed the man in the T-shirt out of the firewood pile and walked towards the brick house from yesterday.

Because when the two villagers were chatting yesterday, they passed on a message to us. The person who got Yelong's taste was a man named Uncle Zhong.

When we arrived at Uncle Zhong's house, we found an old man in his fifties chopping firewood in the courtyard, with Zhao Benshan's sketches playing on a broken radio. I was a little envious of this old man's life.

Seeing the stranger coming, the old man put down his ax inexplicably and asked: "Who are you looking for?"

"Hello, old sir, we are here for a trip and found that your yard has very good feng shui, so we came in to take a look." I made up a random reason and said.

"You're a liar." The old man was about to kick us out without any hesitation.

I immediately waved my hand: "No, no, no, no, old sir, this is for you."

After saying that, he took out a few hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and stuffed them into his arms: "We have no other requirements. We just want to take a walk in your yard and take a look at the Feng Shui."

When the old man saw the money, his attitude towards us immediately improved. He smiled and said, "Then just move around! I didn't expect that this shabby house has Feng Shui. No wonder I can still chop wood and carry firewood at such an old age." When it comes to water, even young people can’t compare to me.”

I smiled politely and walked around the yard.

After walking around in a circle, I asked tentatively: "Old sir, have you ever stored a dragon horn here?"

"What dragon horns? None." The old man replied.

"It was dug out of the ground a few days ago." I reminded.

The old man had a blank expression on his face: "Are you kidding? I haven't worked in the fields for several days..."

I was even more surprised: "Is this true?"

The old man swore: "I'll lie to you and let the sky strike you with five thunderbolts."

I wanted to continue asking, but the man in the T-shirt looked at me lightly and said, "Let's go."

Walk? Are you leaving before you see Ye Long? What kind of medicine is sold in the gourd of the man in the t-shirt?

But the man in the T-shirt had a tough attitude and took us away.

When he reached the end of the village, he stopped and said, "It's strange..."

I quickly asked where the weird guy in the T-shirt was?

The man in the T-shirt explained: "When you were talking just now, I kept staring at the old man. He never told a lie from the beginning to the end, so it's useless for you to ask. And I felt it, Yelong tasted it The breath has disappeared, this village is really strange."

I didn't believe what the man in the T-shirt said. I always felt subconsciously that the old man just didn't want us to watch Night Dragon.

It happened that a villager was passing by the entrance of the village at this moment. I recognized this villager at a glance. Isn't he the same person who said yesterday that Uncle Zhong's house dug up dragon horns? He must know.

So I immediately ran up, handed the villager a cigarette, and said with a smile: "Hello, we are from the County Cultural Relics Protection Bureau. I heard that you dug up a dragon horn here, so we came to identify it."

He was stunned and looked at me inexplicably.

"Don't worry, we're just here to take pictures and appraise it. We will never take anything away."

The other party was even more confused: "What did you say? Why can't I understand, brother? Who did you listen to about dragon horns? You must have found the wrong place."

I looked back at Zen Master Baimei and the man in the T-shirt. Their expressions were not pretty.

I was a little anxious: "If you think about it again, didn't Uncle Zhong dig out the horns on a dragon's head in the ground some time ago? We want to see if it belongs to the dragon. After all, dragons are not just in legends. Something? The country is very curious.”

"You must be sick." The villager said dumbfounded: "Return the dragon's horns. If we dug out a dragon's horns, we would have become the Dragon King long ago. There would be no time to talk to you here."

I saw that he didn't seem to be lying, and I felt even more uneasy. What kind of power caused the villagers to lose their memory collectively overnight.

"Do you remember the heavy fog yesterday?" I asked tentatively.

"Heavy fog, what kind of fog? If nothing happens, I'll leave as soon as possible. There's still wheat waiting for me to clean up in the fields." After saying that, the villagers were about to leave.

"Wait, don't you really feel that something is wrong? All the animals in your village are missing."

"Huh?" When I said this, the villagers were immediately stunned and looked at me inexplicably: "All the animals are gone, the animals are gone?"

He seemed to be talking in his sleep, and he was dumbfounded. He kept muttering this sentence, and then walked away.

I looked at him a little worriedly, why did this guy seem to be possessed by a demon?

I walked back to Zen Master Baimei and asked him what was going on? How could the villagers have collective amnesia?

Zen Master Baimei sighed and said: "It seems that our desire to get Yelong is a fantasy. The other party can actually control the thoughts of the entire village and brainwash them. This kind of power is beyond our ability to compete."

Li Mazi shouted angrily: "I don't believe in this evil. I have to investigate and find out who stole Yelong."

I looked at the man in the T-shirt, and the man in the T-shirt also had a cold look on his face.

"Let's go." Zen Master Baimei waved his hand and said, "Find a place and we can discuss it later."

We followed Zen Master Baimei helplessly, our hearts sinking to the bottom.

This thing has twists and turns, and its complexity far exceeds all the evil things I have encountered before.

But regardless of whether we can get Night Dragon Eater or not, we have to give it a try.

We had just walked for ten minutes when we suddenly heard a cry for help coming from the village: "Someone, come quickly, someone come quickly, Tienniu has hanged himself."

Zen Master Baimei's complexion suddenly turned gray: "No, go back quickly, that thing is attacking the villagers!"

As he spoke, Zen Master Baimei sped up, and we followed closely behind.

We found that many villagers were gathering at the door of a house and pointing, and there was a person hanging on the door frame of that house. His eyes were wide open and full of fear, his tongue was dragged out, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was making a face before he died. It was really strange.

Moreover, we also knew this deceased person. He was the villager who I just asked about Dragon Horn at the entrance of the village.

"Amitabha." Zen Master Baimei bowed and led us away in a hurry.

"You killed him..." After walking away, Zen Master Baimei suddenly looked at me with burning eyes and said.

"What do you mean?" I was stunned for a moment: "He hanged himself. It's none of my business."