Yin Yang ghost hunter

I wanted to walk up to the altar in person and see this person's face clearly, but as soon as I walked under the altar, another slender figure appeared next to this person without any warning.

A woman came. I only knew that she was wearing a long blood-red dress and had long hair shawl. Her face was very blurry and I couldn't see it clearly, but I could tell that this woman was persuading something and she looked a little excited.

The man with the bloody cloak on his shoulders kept his back to me. No matter how the woman in red spoke, he remained silent. Looking at his figure, the familiar feeling in my heart became stronger and stronger. I hesitated.

After a while, he ran towards the altar.

In fact, this altar is not too high, at most two stories high, and one side is spread up in the form of stone stairs. The slope is not steep. As soon as I stepped on it, the woman in red seemed to notice it and casually

With a wave of my hand, countless white mist appeared around me and began to block my sight.

This white mist was originally far away, but now it enveloped me all at once.

I didn't act rashly, I just stood there, planning to wait for this strange fog to dissipate and then go up to find out.

But at this moment, the stairs under my feet seemed to start to change. When I lifted my feet, there was something sticky under my feet. When I looked carefully, I saw that it was actually thick blood. The blood was already black and red. Now when I smell it, it is actually sticky.

It has a fishy-sweet smell.

The black and red blood was left on the altar. I swallowed my saliva, raised my feet, and walked slowly towards the altar.

As soon as my front foot stepped out, a bright red arm suddenly stretched out from the top of the stairs, grabbed my ankle hard, and pulled me down hard. I lost my balance and fell straight down.

I let out a scream and tried to hold on, but I missed the point.

"Wake up!"

My face was cold, and a cold breath enveloped me. I opened my eyes, and I was lying on the ground, and the little devil was standing next to me, with his head almost touching my face. When he saw me wake up

, he breathed a sigh of relief, jumped back on the bed lightly, looked at me with his hands on his shoulders and said:

"Did you have a nightmare? What did you dream about?"

I began to tell Xiao Guitou everything in the dream. The dreams of ghost hunters are very efficacious. Some ghost hunters even have the ability to predict the past, present, and even future events through dreams. Although my ability

That's not it.

"Scenes that have never appeared before, the altar, the man in the cloak, the woman in red, and the black and red blood. These are not subconscious. I know what happened to you during this period, so it cannot be a dream that you reflected in your heart. This dream

What does it imply? You said that the cloaked man is very familiar, who could it be? You can use the elimination method. Although he is from the back, you can infer from his height."

After hearing this, Xiao Guitou nodded thoughtfully.

"I can't recall it at the moment. This person resembles a certain person, but I'm not sure, and it really goes against his usual image."

I smacked my mouth. In fact, the moment I saw that figure, I had a very strong premonition.

"Who is it?"

The little devil blinked his eyes, held his chin in his hands, and stared at me.

"Our father."

After hesitating for a while, I slowly spoke. When I first took a look at him, I had a strong premonition. Although he was wearing a blood-red cloak, from his hairstyle and body shape, I could confirm that,

He is my father, Zhong Weiqiang!

"Father? Please tell me more about that place."

The little devil loosened his grip and crawled towards me, and immediately I felt a severe cold sweeping over me.

I told him the appearance of the altar, the stone pillars around it, and the fog in detail. It was strange to say that if a person has a dream, he will usually forget it soon after waking up, but in my mind

What's inside is getting stronger and stronger.

"There are many taboo places in Jiuhuang City, and the hidden ghost hunting family is beyond my imagination, so I went to find someone, but it was very limited. It seemed that I could only use the elimination method. The one who built the altar must be a big family.

And it should be in the suburbs. I think as long as I find the place in your dream, I can find the whereabouts of my father."

Seeing that I was shivering from the cold, the little devil moved a little further away from me.

"The only thing I have to rely on is you. The Chinese New Year will be here in a few days, and my cousin won't let me go out."

I hesitated for a few moments and then spoke.

"Well, I understand. Zhongli has already told me what happened. Regarding the female disciple of the Blood Soul Sect, you should have less contact with her in the future."

The kid nodded, and then spoke with a serious face.

"Xiao Qing promised me to help me find my father. The Blood Soul Sect is very powerful. With her help, we may be able to find him faster than you."

I sat on the bed again and spoke.

"Okay, I won't force you to do anything, but be careful. I'm going back to the Soul-raising Cauldron. There are still a few hours before dawn. You should rest early. I won't come out during the day. During this time, you can go practice.

Fang practice well."

After the little ghost head finished speaking, he jumped up and turned into a stream of white smoke that poured into the soul-nurturing cauldron.

I inserted three lit sandalwood sticks from the side, but the nightmare just now made me sweat profusely, so I had to take a shower first.

It was already past three o'clock in the morning. I opened the door and planned to go to the bathroom without turning on the light. When I was almost reaching the bathroom, I suddenly heard some dull noises, which were very small and seemed to be murmurs from the bathroom.

The lights are on.

I was stunned. It was so late, and my cousin was also having nightmares? Or, the person inside was not my cousin, but Jiang He?

Because there was someone inside, I had to turn back temporarily. Opposite me was my cousin's room. I had been here for a few days, but I had never gone in. I saw that the door was ajar. It seemed that my cousin or Jiang He was going to take a bath.

Yes, I planned to take this opportunity to tell my cousin about this, so I gently opened the door.

The light inside was very dim and soft. There was no one on the cousin's bed. Instead, the quilt was very messy and the clothes were scattered all over the floor. There was a faint smell of blood inside, but the rest of the furnishings in the room were in perfect condition, even very...

Neat, before I could calm down, a palm suddenly patted my shoulder.

"It's so late, what are you doing?"

My cousin's voice came from behind me coldly.

"I had a dream, and I want to tell you about it, because this dream is related to the whereabouts of my father."

Seeing my cousin's unnatural face, I expressed my intention.

The cousin's face was a little nervous and pale. He was wearing a nightgown, which exposed his collarbone. His hair was still wet. Because he didn't wear glasses, his left eye emitted a faint green fluorescence. He said:

"Well, let's talk about it tomorrow. It's very late now. By the way, I'll go to the bathroom later. You go back to your room first."

"That's good."

I nodded and returned to my room, feeling a little confused. What on earth were two of us doing taking a shower so late?!

Later I realized that my cousin was suffering from huge physical pain, which was caused in his early years. Now every once in a while, Jiang He has to give him acupuncture himself. At night, he would have an old illness. If it weren’t for Jiang He

, it is estimated that the entire room has been dismantled, not just the bed.