C52 lame

I looked at Mr. Zhao with a displeased expression. He must have felt it.

Mr. Zhao laughed dryly and urged me: "Eldest Nephew, why aren't you going?"

I said, "Why should I go instead of you?"

Mr. Zhao blushed and said, "About that … I'm dizzy. "

I took a deep breath and said to myself, "Calm down, calm down. Don't be fooled by him. This kind of lousy excuse is precisely for angering me. I can't get into his trap. "

I said to Mr. Zhao as calmly as I could, "I can't sense your body, I don't know the way. "So you have to go."

Mr. Zhao laughed, and pointed to a courtyard not far away: "Can you see that place? There it is. "

I cursed in my heart, "Damn, how could there be such a coincidence?"

I played dumb. "Which yard? I can't see. "

Mr. Zhao patiently said: "It's that one. There are two trees behind it. One is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree."

Mr. Zhao said: "Eldest Nephew, you can let me go if you want. Then you must guard my soul here. The key is, can you hold on? "

This was a bit hurtful, but it was also true. This ghost village was very weird, who knew what was hidden inside? I could only nod and say, "Sure, I'll go."

Mr. Zhao said in satisfaction, "Rest assured. "You're using the body of the bean curd boss, even if something bad happens to him, it's still his bad luck, not yours."

That's true, I thought. Since there's no danger, I'll go.

When I walked out of the door and onto the street, Mr. Zhao opened it a crack and stuck his head out, saying, "However, you should not be too relaxed. Even if you are in danger, you should avoid it. After all, your soul and the tofu boss's soul are linked. If he is scared out of his wits, you will also be seriously injured. Even if he recuperated, his vital energy and blood would be depleted. In the next life, when it rains, it should be quite uncomfortable. "

When I heard this, I immediately became anxious. This is too dangerous. I definitely can't do it. I turned around and was about to go back when Mr. Zhao closed the door with a bang. No matter how hard I knocked, I didn't open the door.

After cursing for a while, I could only walk step by step towards the courtyard.

The gate was a bit old. There was a large iron lock on it. The lock was completely rusted, and even if there was a key, it wouldn't open. But at the same time, there was another hole in the wooden door. It was big enough for a human to enter through.

So I went in.

The yards of the Ghost Village were all very similar. It was very narrow, very long, like a large coffin. This small courtyard was no exception.

I walked around the yard and saw nothing but dust. I once again walked to the Inside the house.

This was like a yard that had just been emptied. There couldn't be a corpse here.

I am a little curious, could it be that there's a problem with the Mr. Zhao's senses? His body was most likely not here.

I was about to leave when I heard a burst of noise outside. Someone was fiddling with the lock.

I was frightened and panicked and wanted to hide, but I could see nothing in this bare yard. Where should I hide?

I tried to climb over the wall, but it was a little high, and I was struggling with it when the wooden door creaked open.

I jumped down again and stood by the wall, looking calm and composed.

The person that entered wasn't Grandpa Gu, but a gloomy-looking person. When the man saw me, he was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything. He just nodded at me.

I suddenly remembered where I had seen this person before. By the way, when I first came to the rainy market, besides the hawkers, there were also a few customers, and this person was one of them.

From the looks of it, he seemed to be very cold and detached. After seeing me, he only coldly looked at me for a moment without expressing anything else. I saw him limp as he walked, clearly a cripple.

The lame man walked around the courtyard, then walked around the room, then began to look around. It seemed that he was the same as me, also looking for Grandpa Gu.

I was about to remind him that there was nothing to look at, but then the cripple, as if he had found something, hurried over to the well in the corner of the yard.

He looked down into the well, then leaped and jumped.

I ran to the mouth of the well and looked down. It was a dry well with only mud at the bottom. There was neither water nor lame.

I thought, "Could it be that Grandpa Gu is inside the well?"

I hesitated, then jumped after him.

The well was deep, but it was nothing to the soul. Because ghosts have almost no weight, I don't fall and hurt myself.

When I landed at the bottom of the well, I found a door in the wall. This door was built somewhat like a northwest cave. But behind the door was not a room, but a dark tunnel.

I listened to the side of my ear. There was a sound of conversation, so I quickly followed.

I took four or five steps, and when the tunnel turned the corner, the light was completely cut off. It was dark. I could only touch the wall beside me and stumble forward.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a flame finally appeared in front of him, and the voice gradually became louder. I stopped and hid behind a pillar, peeking out.

I saw the cripple and also Grandpa Gu beside him. He was here.

The cripple's face remained cold, as if the whole world owed him money. As for Grandpa Gu, he sneered. He turned to the cripple. "Have you thought about it?"

The lame man nodded reluctantly.

Grandpa Gu chuckled and said, "So you're saying, a wise man knows his place. Since you've come to this place, you have to follow the rules. To be different from others? To be the leader? "Hmph hmph, then we can only wait for our misfortune."

The cripple did not say a word, but his expression was getting colder and colder.

Grandpa Gu said, "Since you've thought it through, take out the money. Do you know the price? "

The cripple said nothing and took out the money. He casually handed it to Grandpa Gu.

Grandpa Gu muttered, "Last time, there was someone who actually gave me fake money. "Damn it, you're a scum when you're human, and a scum when you're ghost."

He picked up the oil lamp and shone the money one by one in the shadow of the lamp. I could see it clearly from the back. The money was a little like paper money, but it was different.

Because each piece of money has a different person on it. These people seemed to be men and women, young and old. Some were beaming with joy, while others had a sullen expression. They had the same smoky atmosphere as the commoners you saw every day.

I'm beginning to wonder what this money represents.

Grandpa Gu spent quite a long time before he finally checked the money properly. Then he stuffed it into his pocket and said to the cripple, "You're quite honest, you didn't do anything funny for me."

The cripple still did not speak.

Grandpa Gu frowned and said in confusion, "But … You've been in the rain market so long. I'm curious as to where you got all this money from, since you don't want to set up a stall and you don't want to ask for food. Could it be stolen? "

The cripple's face showed a hint of irritation, but he said nothing. He reached over and took off his jacket.

The scene inside surprised me. I saw that his flesh was still intact, but the organs inside it were scattered. Only two lungs were breathing, one opening and the other closing. As for the heart and spleen and stomach, no one knew where they went.

Grandpa Gu said in surprise, "You sold your organs? "Do you really want to go out that much?"

The cripple nodded.

Grandpa Gu asked again, "Why do you keep your lungs?"

The lame man didn't speak and silently put on his clothes.

Grandpa Gu smiled and said, "Are you a cripple after all? Or mute? I haven't heard a word from you since you came to the Rain Market. "

The cripple finally spoke, his voice hoarse with determination. "I don't sell my lungs, because I want to fight for my life."

Grandpa Gu looked at the cripple in admiration. Then, he took out a mirror and handed it to the cripple. "Do you know how to use it?"

The cripple nodded and left.

Grandpa Gu called out to him, "Don't you know to bow and thank me?"

The lame man stopped and turned his head back. However, he did not express his gratitude. Instead, he said stiffly, "It's a fair deal. Why should I thank you?"

With that said, he strode outside. As he passed me, he seemed to sense something and jerked his head.

My heart thumped in my chest, afraid that the sound of the cripple would expose me. However, he only glanced at me once before leaving without looking back.

I leaned against the wooden pillar and let out a sigh of relief. At the same time, I finally understood that these mirrors were sold by Grandpa Gu. The method of using a mirror to trap the soul here must have been taught to him, right?

However … Why would he do that?

I waited for a while, but there was still no sound from Grandpa Gu. I stuck my head out to take a look, and was surprised to find that Grandpa Gu had disappeared. There was only an oil lamp burning silently.

Where was he?

I scratched my head and hesitated for a while before finally deciding to go over and take a look.

The oil lamp was placed on a platform made of green brick. By the light of the oil lamp, I saw that there was another small door nearby. There was quite a space inside the small door. Not only was the light dim, but I could not see it clearly. Beside the small door hung a sign with two big words written on it: Ancient Tomb.

I was a little speechless. "Isn't this brand too direct?"

But I soon guessed what the ancient tomb meant, the tomb of the Gu family. Was this the tomb that Grandpa Gu had built for him in the Rain City?

There weren't any sounds coming from the tomb so I carefully walked in.

Phew... A gust of cold wind blew out from within, mixed with faint sounds of crying. I suddenly felt that this ancient tomb wasn't empty. There were a lot of ghosts inside.

I composed myself, waited for my eyes to adjust to the light inside, and then began to examine the tomb. I suddenly realized that this place was more like an altar than a tomb.