To be honest, Li Ergou really wants to go back and see what grandpa and the others are doing.

And how did the black smoke above the ancestral hall come from?

But Uncle San didn't want him to go back. Seeing that Li Ergou kept turning around, he urged: "Ergou, go, your grandpa and the others will come back after their work."

"Uncle San, are you hiding something from me? And why are you bleeding all the time?" Li Ergou asked.

He had too many questions in his heart. Wolong Village was no longer the familiar Wolong Village, as if everyone had a secret in their hearts.

Not only Uncle San, but also Grandpa Li Ergou has always respected.

"You don't need to know these things." Uncle San said without looking back.

After walking a few steps, he stopped and added: "There is nothing at home. I think you should go back to Yangcheng, go back to change the company and work hard."

"I won't go!" Li Ergou shook his head firmly.

If it weren't for the previous events, Li Ergou might have thought that Uncle San would say so because he cares about his future.

But now, the third uncle obviously had no intention of drinking, and wanted to send Li Ergou away.

Not to mention the secret of the turtle-carrying monument under the ancestral hall and the strange things about the second grandfather's house, Li Ergou had not yet understood it clearly, just take the drought caused by the small drought as an example, Li Ergou could not have left like this.

When the third uncle saw that Li Ergou could not be persuaded, he stopped talking.

After they got home, there was no fat man. Li Ergou called the fat man and found out that the guy had run out to observe the Feng Shui of Wolong Village again.

But this is understandable. Fatty has just had a conflict with his third uncle in the ancestral hall, so how could he stay at home?

Isn't that boring?

After hanging up the phone, Li Ergou became bored again. He took out his cell phone, turned on the writer's backstage, and then he felt a little overwhelmed.

"Master author, are you missing?"

"Have you seen these 5 recommendation tickets in my hand? It's gone in a flash!"

"Master author, I beg you to be a personal person! If you don't update it for a day, your collection will become zero; if you don't update it for two days, you will order two hundred and five!"

...

The book review area is full of messages urging updates.

Only then did Li Ergou remember that he was busy with a lot of messy things, and it seemed that he had not updated for two days.

Could it be that the orders have really become 250?

Li Ergou quickly opened the data and looked at it. After finding that the order was still four digits, he felt relieved and sent out a chapter of the manuscript he had secretly saved up.

But as soon as he finished updating, a new message popped up.

"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.
Chapter completed!