C150 former general

Did he spend so much effort talking to me just to scold me? I was so angry that I immediately changed my Bluetooth name. You're the idiot.

After that, I looked at Mr. Zhao provocatively and found that he had his head down while fiddling with his phone. I didn't know what kind of trouble he was playing.

I looked down at my phone and saw that his name had changed again.

I wondered, "What does that mean? A curse? "

I couldn't figure it out, so I raised my head to see what the Mr. Zhao was up to. At this moment, I suddenly noticed that everyone had gathered at my place. They looked at me expectantly, clearly hoping that I could release us from this predicament.

My mind buzzed, I finally understood what the Mr. Zhao meant.

These people are water. I am the fish hiding in the water. If I let all this water out, it would be too obvious for me to be left alone here. The Ghost Prison would catch me at the first possible moment and kill me.

I nodded towards Mr. Zhao, indicating that I understood. Mr. Zhao put down his phone, then pulled Grandfather Gu's hand and whispered.

Looking at the two of them, I had the feeling they were plotting something. ancient head and Mr. Zhao discussed for a while, then stood on the spot and waited for me. The two of them didn't leave. Grandpa Gu even made a gesture to calm me down.

I'm a bit puzzled, Grandpa Gu wants to stay and face the problem? Not running anymore? Wasn't he afraid that the tomb master would deal with him?

I shook my head and decided to ignore him and settle my own business first.

There were still a lot of people around me. They didn't want to leave and kept staring at me as if they wanted me to help them get out of this situation. But I shook my head and walked forward with my head lowered.

When these people saw that I was no longer helping, they all revealed expressions of disappointment. They didn't hurt me, but they followed me on a fluke, hoping I'd be merciful and suddenly change my mind.

I was a little anxious, because it was too obvious that such a group of people were following me around. In a little while, the Ghost Prisoner will still find me. Furthermore, according to my original plan, I should first save foster-grandpa, then face the Ghost Hell Prison.

I was trying to figure out how to get rid of these people when a big hand fell on my shoulder. The hand was so strong that it jerked me back, causing me to stagger.

I turned around and saw a man who looked like a tower.

Compared to the other stupefied people, this man spoke fluently and fluently. "What's wrong with you helping us with a sentence?"

I can tell from the man's clothes that he hasn't been here very long. Perhaps in the last few decades.

I shook my head. "If I help you, who will?" If I let you all go, I would be dead. "

The man said, "So you just watched us live a life worse than death?"

I was so angry that I laughed instead. "So you just watched me die?"

The man said unhappily, "How come you don't have any sympathy at all? Are you even a man? Could you be a little more responsible? "

I ignored him and turned away. Who knew that this man would take out a belt and tie it around my neck. "Bro, you don't know how to be human. I'll teach you how to be human."

I was strangled by him to the point that my vision turned black. I was angered to the point that stars appeared in my eyes. There was always such a person in the world who enjoyed the benefits of others' selflessness, who brandished their moral sticks and pressed down on others until they were unable to breathe.

I gritted my teeth and said, "Alright, I'll help you. Who's going first?"

The man immediately said, "Of course I'm here first."

He loosened his belt a little, allowing me to catch my breath, then asked me, "Can a man live without legs, without heart and liver?"

I said, "Of course not. Brother, you don't have a heart? What? Eat by a dog? Don't worry, I've seen a lot of heartless people, but they're still alive and well. That's right. If a good person doesn't live long, then a disaster will live for a thousand years. "

The man just stood there. His belt had loosened.

I took advantage of the moment to stoop and get out. The words I just said were completely out of temper. I thought a man would fight me to the death after he heard them, but who knew that he would throw his belt away, sit down on the ground, and start to wail.

"Oh my god! You live for a thousand years, do you want to live for another thousand years? "Oh my god." He was crying so hard that his eyes were filled with tears and his nose was snot.

Then, he turned around and said to the people around him, "Help me judge his reasoning. This brat harmed me so much for the sake of everyone …"

The crowd dispersed in a great uproar, as if they were avoiding a plague god. They were afraid that if I cursed them again in my anger, they would be unable to free themselves for thousands of years.

I took advantage of the moment and walked quickly to the back of the coffin.

As for the man, he was sitting on the ground crying. I saw him pick up his belt and tie it around his neck, tightening it, tightening it again, but he couldn't die.

If the Ghost Prison didn't let him die, he wouldn't die.

The coffin was so large that once I reached the back of it, I was completely shrouded in its shadow.

There was indeed someone behind the coffin. Not only was there someone there, there was also a table.

On the table were candles, paper and money, as well as a piece of yellow paper. On the yellow paper, it was written: The Tomb of the Former General.

I thought: Ghost prisoner surnamed Qian? Did he write the wrong words? It should be the former general, right?

Two candles were burning on the table, but the light was dim. With this little bit of light, I carefully walked towards those few people.

One of them looked very much like my foster-grandpa. My heart was thumping as I walked over hopefully.

When I walked behind him, the man turned around, it was indeed my foster-grandpa.

His face lit up when he saw me, but it quickly turned to anger.

Initially, I was still a little doubtful whether he was pretending to be a little kid, but looking at his expression, I immediately determined that this was definitely my foster-grandpa, and couldn't be wrong. Only he would be surprised and then angry.

foster-grandpa looked at me in anger before quickly regaining his calm. Then, as if he didn't know who I was, he lowered his head and studied the chess board on the table.

I noticed that he was playing chess with someone. The person sitting opposite was a man, except that he had deliberately hidden his face in the shadows, and I could not see what he looked like.

I coughed lightly and said to the foster-grandpa, "I …"

foster-grandpa raised his hand to interrupt me, and said coldly: "Watching chess is not for real."

I was stunned for a moment. I suddenly had a feeling that the foster-grandpa didn't want me to speak.

I looked at the man across from me. He was cowering in the shadows, and I couldn't see his expression, but I kept thinking he was looking at me, not at the board.

I wondered, "Why doesn't this man want me to free him?"

foster-grandpa urged the man: "It's your turn."

That person smiled, "What's the hurry? Let's first ask this little brother here, and see what he has to do. "

I suddenly remembered who it was. It's the owner of the grave, I met him before at the Cypress City Funeral Home. I will not forget his face, and I will remember his voice.

He purposely hid in the shadows and did not show himself. I played the trick on him and pretended not to know him. "I came to look for Hu Mancang."

I pointed to the foster-grandpa.

The owner of the grave seemed to be very interested, "Oh? "Who are you to this old man Hu?"

I said, "It was a friend who asked me to look for him."

The owner of the tomb asked, "Which friend?"

I said, "Hu Chujiu."

Master of the Tomb moved his body, he was silent for a moment and asked: Hu Chujiu? Who are you? "

I said, "My name is Hu Chujiu as well, but I am not from Hu Village. I was captured by them as a substitute for Hu Chujiu. "

The owner of the tomb nodded, and asked faintly: "What are you looking for Hu Mancang for? Can you tell me? "

I said to the owner of the tomb, "Hu Mancang is Hu Chujiu's foster-grandpa. Hearing that something had happened to the Hu Village, he wanted to bring his own foster-grandpa out. but I was a little scared, so I made a deal with me. "

The owner of the tomb curiously asked, "What deal?"

"I have a curse on me that I can't remove within a month, and it will definitely cause me to lose my soul," I said. So I have to find a fan. This fan can confuse Yin and Yang. After finding it, I will come to this tomb and ask someone to erase the curse. "

The owner of the grave said, "A fan that can confuse Yin and Yang? That was a treasure. This kind of thing shouldn't be easy to find. "

I said, "It's not easy to find. But coincidentally, the fan is on Hu Chujiu. So I made a deal with him. He gave me the fan so that I could remove the curse, and I helped him bring the foster-grandpa back. "

foster-grandpa looked at me with a complicated expression. I didn't know what he was thinking either.

The master of the mausoleum nodded and said, "You're quite a good person. To be honest, I can still be considered to have a few words to say in this tomb. "

I thought to myself: It's more than just words. Aren't you the owner of the tomb?

The grave owner asked me, "Did you bring the fan? If there's no problem with the fan, then I'll take care of the curse on your body. "

I hurriedly said, "I've brought it, I've brought it." I've even brought the man who stole the fan. "

The owner of the grave said in surprise, "You brought that thief as well? I was too busy playing chess to notice. "Come, come, quickly take me to see it."

The tomb master stood up. He was tall, and he burst out of the shadows. I saw the soldier's face again.

Since I've already seen his face, there's no need for me to continue pretending. I dryly laughed and said, "Master of the tomb, it turns out to be you, an old man."

The owner of the tomb smiled, "I'm not the owner of the tomb. I'm just a gatekeeper." He pointed to the memorial tablet on the altar. "Former general."

I don't understand. Suddenly I saw another passage behind him. Clearly, this tomb had another space.

My heart trembled. "He's not the owner of the tomb? Is he just a gatekeeper? It's for the Ghastly Prison? "

I was a little scared. A gatekeeper is already this powerful? If the Ghost Prison came out, would we still be able to survive?

When the former general saw me standing there in a daze, he patted my shoulder and said, "Bring me to see the thief who stole the fan."

I agreed and brought the former general towards Grandpa Gu. I feel like Grandpa Gu knew that the former general would go find him, so he was already prepared.