"At 10 o'clock in the evening, in front of the madman's grave, the spirit horse pulls a cart and the box is filled with ghosts. You must go and have a look!"

The id of the message, if nothing unexpected happens, is the "ghost of hell".

Li Ergou is now a little suspicious about life. Who is the sacred ghost of hell? He has not eaten their rice, so why is he so lingering?

Even if he is someone around Li Ergou, he will not be able to know everything.

Could it be that this hell ghost is a fat man or a third uncle?

However, as soon as this idea appeared, it was denied by Li Ergou.

First of all, Uncle San is not that boring. People of his age don’t like reading online novels.

As for fat people, that's even more impossible.

On several occasions, the ghost of hell left a message to Li Ergou, but the fat man was by his side.

After deleting the message from the Ghost of Hell and forbidding him forever, Li Ergou became involved in the intense literary creation.

By the evening, Li Ergou had already written four chapters of novels and set up regular updates.

In this way, those readers should have nothing to say.

After looking at the kitchen, he found that his mother had already prepared the meal. Li Ergou was about to call the fat man when he heard someone knocking on the door.

He walked over and saw that it was the fat man standing at the door.

"Fat Master, what are you going out on this day?" Li Ergou said curiously.

The fat man nodded and said, "The crops on the mountain east of Wolong Village have basically been sunk to death, and other places can't last long. Brother Ergou, we must solve the problem of small drought as soon as possible."

When Li Ergou heard this, he frowned: "Fat Master, what can you do?"

In order to solve the problem of Xiao Hanba, Li Ergou's only reliance is the fat man who is the descendant of the Taoist Taoist in Heaven.

Of course, Uncle San may have a solution, but Li Ergou feels that with Uncle San's personality, he may not be involved in this matter.

Speaking of the drought, the fat man's face became a little solemn, but he still said: "I found that there is a Wusheng Temple of Guan Erye not far from the entrance of your village. We may be able to go there to think of a solution."

Li Ergou nodded, and he still had some impression of the temple that the fat man mentioned.

More than ten years ago, a drought occurred in Wolong Village, and the old man brought the villagers to raise funds to build it.

After the problem of drought was solved, Li Ergou told the fat man about the Ghost of Hell again.

When he heard that a ghost reader had been leaving messages to Li Ergou, even the fat man was very surprised.

In order to verify the authenticity of the message "Ghost of Hell", after dinner, Li Ergou went out with the fat man and then went directly to the madman's grave.

Because Uncle San was not here at dinner, there was no major problem.

The madman's grave was dug by a paper man last night. Today during the day, his family found it and made a tomb for him and called the police.

However, the police will definitely not be able to detect such a thing.

Even if I found out, I was helpless. I couldn't drain the water from the reservoir. Go and find the bodies of those paper men, paper horses and madmen, who wanted the madman?

What's more, Li Ergou felt that even if the water from the reservoir was drained, the body of the madman might not be found.

Li Ergou and the fat man sat on the ridge of the field beside the madman's grave, and then chatted casually. Li Ergou also took a look at the time from time to time.

When it was almost ten o'clock, a few bells suddenly came from the distance. Not long after, a carriage drove over from a distance.

"Fatty, look!"

Li Ergou pointed at the carriage and was stunned.

The horse pulling the carriage, except for the hair, the muscles, blood vessels and other tissues on its body, are clearly visible.

The old man in the carriage had a bloody left half of his body, just like a young and middle-aged man in his twenties, but his right half was extremely withered, leaving only skin and bones.

Moreover, there was a box covered with red cloth on the carriage, which was very strange.

Isn’t this the second grandfather?

Unexpectedly, the person he was talking about was actually him.

The most terrifying thing is that the second grandfather and the horse became the terrifying appearance of last night again.

"Brother Ergou, don't talk!" The fat man made a ban on voice and said to Li Ergou in a low voice.

Li Ergou nodded, hid in the grass with the fat man, staring at the carriage tightly.

The second grandfather in the carriage did not seem to notice Li Ergou and the others. He walked to the reservoir before stopping.

Then I saw my second grandfather get off the carriage, then take out a soul-attracting banner from the box covered with lipstick cloth, stand on the edge of the reservoir, shaking, and shouting: "Huanxi, come on!"

"Fat Master, what is the second Grandpa doing?"

Li Ergou stared at the soul-sucking banner in Grandpa's hand with his eyes, and his heart almost reached his throat. Because he was too scared, he even trembled when he spoke.

"He is summoning souls!"

The fat man's face was solemn, just like Li Ergou, paying attention to the every move of the carriage, and he didn't even look back.

"spiritualism?"

After listening to the fat man's answer, Li Ergou became even more confused.

This is the madman's grave. Is the second grandfather recruiting the madman's soul? But what does he want the madman's soul to do?

He was wondering in his heart, and the fat man suddenly said, "Ergou, your second grandfather is not simple!"

The fat man's face was very serious when he said this.

"How do you say this?" Li Ergou said in confusion. This was the first time he saw a fat man look so ugly.

"You second grandfather is not angry at all. Think about it, what does this mean?" the fat man asked.

"Fat Master, what do you mean?"

Li Ergou instantly became big, and Grandpa II was not angry. Wouldn't that mean that Grandpa II was dead?

When Li Ergou thought of this possibility, he couldn't help but shivered.

Thinking of the second grandfather's half dry, half young body, and the horse that can see internal organs and eat dead human flesh, Li Ergou was even more sure of this conjecture.

However, such a guess made him creepy.

"Brother Ergou, if I guess correctly, your second grandfather should be a living dead man who specializes in the soul!" the fat man explained.

When Li Ergou heard this, he couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

"Fat Master, what is the second Grandpa doing?"

Li Ergou stared at the soul-sucking banner in Grandpa's hand with his eyes, and his heart almost reached his throat. Because he was too scared, he even trembled when he spoke.

"He is summoning souls!"

The fat man's face was solemn, just like Li Ergou, paying attention to the every move of the carriage, and he didn't even look back.

"spiritualism?"

After listening to the fat man's answer, Li Ergou became even more confused.

This is the madman's grave. Is the second grandfather recruiting the madman's soul? But what does he want the madman's soul to do?
Chapter completed!