Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Ye Xiaomeng nodded. "Yeah, I just heard that my hometown is soaring, so I went back to investigate specifically, but I am a single person. You just need a spell, give me help, let's work together. Investigate this matter clearly, demon slayer, if you are afraid, then forget it." Finished, looking forward to Ye Shaoyang.

Ye Shaoyang shrugged helplessly. "I am afraid that I am not afraid, but if you want to cooperate, you have to go through the bottom. Your spells... Where did you learn from it?"

"I am, I am a Maoshan disciple."

Ye Shaoyang’s heart shook a little, and stared at her, “Maoshan disciple?”

Ye Xiaomeng nodded proudly. "Although the art is not refined, I am a Maoshan disciple. You, which one?"

"I..." Ye Shaoyang returned to the gods and casually said: "I am a disciple outside Longhushan."

Ye Xiaomeng’s eyes lit up and said: “That’s also very good. It’s just right for me to be a helper.”

Ye Shaoyang smiled slightly. "I heard that Maoshan rarely accepts disciples. Are you inside or outside?"

"This can't tell you," Ye Xiaomeng's expression flashed a trace of unnaturalness. "Okay, since you are a handsome cousin, I trust you too, then cooperate," looked at the side The pony glanced at him and said, "Yes, are you also a mage?"

"I... I learned a little bit with him." The pony glared at the back of his head.

Ye Xiaomeng smiled and said bluntly: "He will do that for himself. You learn from him. I can teach you later."

The pony looks like a smile, "Yeah, it’s good to follow you, but you are a Maoshan disciple." After reading it, I looked at Ye Shaoyang with a look.

Ye Xiaomeng didn't hear what he said. He looked at Ye Shaoyang: "You came early, did you find anything about the drought?"

Ye Shaoyang’s thoughts flew in the air, and finally told her about the old woman’s cat, and she said nothing else.

Ye Xiaomeng listened, frowned and pondered for a while, said: "I can go back to my dad to ask, about the old lady and her daughter, what else?"

"No," Ye Shaoyang shrugged. "We have just been there for a day or two. What are the graves of the graves? What do you think?"

"I suspect that someone has framed our Ye family, because only the seven graves of our family's ancestors are grass, other villages are fine, as for why..." Ye Xiaomeng shook his head. "I am also confused, so I am looking for You help, everyone thinks about ways to investigate."

Ye Shaoyang said: "Although there are no droughts and floods in these seven graves, the nests of the droughts and floods must be under a certain grave. They have to look for them. After all, some people will bury their dead relatives in their own fields or other places, not only the ancestors. ”

The pony heard this inserted: "There are several villages, which are not big, and it is not too small. If we walk every inch of land, how long."

Ye Xiaomeng said: "In fact, there is no need to do this. The body can only become a drought and flood before it rots. Therefore, the graves that have been used for a long time can be neglected. We only need to find out who has died in recent months and went to the grave. I will know if I look at it before."

Ye Shaoyang shook his head and said: "It's not that simple. If this is a conspiracy, the drought will be hidden, otherwise it will have been discovered, such as concealing the dead, and then burying the grave in a hidden place."

Ye Xiaomeng stunned and said: "You mean, is the drought and drought created by someone?"

"I just suspect that there is such a possibility."

Ye Xiaomeng indulged for a moment, nodded and said: "If this is the case, it will be more troublesome. I will go back and talk to my dad and think about it. Would you take me to see the old lady?"

Ye Shaoyang thought for a moment: "I still investigate her dry daughter first, and my original plan is the same."

Ye Xiaomeng also agreed, saying that she would go home and ask her father Ye Bo. After all, Ye Bo is the village head and knows more about the personnel in the village.

The two sides left the phone and agreed to leave after the afternoon action. Ye Xiaomeng left.

After she left, the pony closed the door and said to Ye Shaoyang, who was very dignified: "How can she admit that she is a Maoshan disciple, is it really Maoshan Beizong?"

Ye Shaoyang shook his head and said: "She must have lied, but Maoshan Beizong shouted in the magical world. She did not reason to admit that it was so simple. She wanted to be obsessed with her. I thought she was a disciple of Maoshan Nanzong. So, she certainly doesn't know my identity."

Xiaomadao: "You know that she is a liar, don't expose it, and cooperate with her. What kind of trouble is this?"

"I have to get close to her and have a chance to get to know her. If she is close to me with purpose, it will happen to count and see what she is playing."

"Rely, this is a ghost-catching, and all play the art of war." The pony shook his head and sighed.

"I don't want to." Ye Shaoyang sighed and fell back on the bed. "Mom, every time it is like this, check it out, guess and guess, can't happily catch ghosts."

At noon, just after dinner, Ye Shaoyang received a phone call from Ye Xiaomeng and asked him to meet at the rice field in the east of the village.

Ye Shaoyang rushed with the pony. When he met, Ye Xiaomeng said that he had already found out that the old woman had raised her with her.

"The old lady surnamed Wu, is married to our village. Her husband has been dead for many years, and the old man is alone. It is strange to have a bad temper. He rarely travels with the villagers. He lives in the old village, her daughter, Called Ye Qiuling, who is a member of our village. I was an orphan at an early age. It was raised by Wu Laotai. It is less than forty years old this year. I am not married, it is an old girl."

Ye Xiaomeng said, while taking them to the direction of Ye Qiuling’s house.

"Ye Qiuling had previously opened a Shantou store on the collection, but it was closed long ago. Usually there is almost no contact with the neighbors. No one knows what she lives on, it is mysterious.

My dad said that her relationship with Wu Laotai was not good. She often quarreled. Wu Laotai was the one who was angry with her and went to the old village. However, since the drought, she will give Wu Laotai every evening, many people have seen it, but she does not talk to anyone, I don't know why. ”

When they talked, they came to the east of the village. Ye Xiaomeng pointed to a yard and whispered to the two people: "This is Ye Qiuling's family. She has a girl's workshop. In the terraces of her own mountain, people often look at the workshop. Come to her, let's see if she is not here, you are waiting here."

After saying that he went outside the door of Ye Qiuling’s house, he slammed the door knocker and shouted: “Aunt Qiu Ling, at home?”

No one answered.