I ran far away in one breath before I dared to stop and take a breath.

In the distance in Taiqing Palace, the fire became more and more fierce. The female ghost's resentful and shrill roar echoed in the wilderness: "Huangquan... I will not let you go... I will never let you go forever..."

I was stunned, looked at Jiang Yuhan and asked stupidly, "That female ghost, did you call my name?"

Jiang Yu nodded and asked, "What the hell did you do to her?"

etc……

Must wait...

I want to carefully sort it out.

In the afternoon, Jiang Yuhan and Mr. Ding were looking for Taiqing Palace. I was the one who led the way. According to the old man in the village, Taiqing Palace was destroyed more than a hundred years ago, and the Third Master, also known as Wu Lao San, settled here fifteen years ago.

I have nothing to do with Taiqing Palace?

I have nothing to do with the female ghost in Taiqing Palace?

How did she know my name? Why did she say she would pester me for life?

No matter what, I can’t stay in this place anyway. Think about it, there is a female ghost who is thinking about it across two hills. Who can sleep peacefully in the future?

I made up my mind and when the third master was buried, I would wander around the world. With my handsomeness and knowledge, I could not be able to make a fortune or have three wives and four concubines?

I took Jiang Yuhan and ran home.

Third Master is a little unsociable and basically ignores the people in the village. My house is with Third Master, but it is not sociable. It is built on the edge of the cliff behind the village.

But my family is not alone, there is a neighbor next to me. Sun's widow and two daughters, Miaomiao, the eldest daughter, is three days older than me, and her younger daughter, Qianqian, is two years younger than me.

Widow Sun originally lived in the village. The first year she married, her father-in-law was bitten to death by a poisonous snake. The second year, her mother-in-law drowned in Houshan Reservoir. The third year, the man fell off the cliff and died. The villagers said that her was a broom star and a mourning star, and there were countless rumors. Widow Sun moved out and ended up in peace.

This woman is very beautiful. She wears beautiful clothes and can probably compare a large group of rich wives in the city. She gave birth to a baby at the age of 18 and is 36 this year. She is still charming and well maintained. She is tall and fat where she should be fat, and where she should be thin, she doesn't look like the mother of two daughters at all, but more like Miaomiao's sister.

She has a very tough temper.

From the beginning of my memory, my life was basically a history of war fighting wits and courage with her.

Get back to the point.

I took Jiang Yuhan home and frowned at the mess of the room.

There are three adobe houses, the house is barely covered, and the poor sounds. But at this moment, people are rumbling through boxes and cabinets, and basically every corner is being flipped through.

This is the rhythm of thieves!

The villagers are tough, but the hands and feet of the villagers are very clean. They are poor and have backbone and sneaky, and they will be looked down upon by everyone.

Who has been to my house?

What I care more about is, what about the coffin of the Third Master?

That's right, the mountain I brought Jiang Yuhan and Ding Shao into yesterday afternoon. The third master died the day before yesterday. The main hall was decorated as a mourning hall, with the head facing north and the feet facing south, and it was placed in the middle of the main hall. The third master was sleeping inside.

Where did the coffin go?

Where did the Third Master’s body go?

Who withdrew the mourning hall?

I was extremely angry. The third master had nurturing me. Although he was not my biological grandfather, in my heart, he had long been even more close to his biological grandfather.

But now, I even lost his body, and I couldn't let him be buried.

I gritted my teeth and shouted: "Don't let him know who did it, otherwise I will never end up with him!"

Through the courtyard wall, Widow Sun's voice came from the other side: "Is it over? People have already lost their family, and you haven't stopped calm, right? Come here every few days, it's been a month since then, can you let people feel at ease?"

I quickly extracted some useful information from her words.

First, people often come to my house to search for things.

Second, it has been intermittent for a month and has never given up.

etc!

What the hell is a month?

When I brought Jiang Yuhan into the mountain yesterday, my family was still fine. How could it be a month?

I stepped on the low wall of the pigpen, climbed up the wall, and shouted: "Sun Yanfen, who stole my third master?"

Over the years, she has called me a bastard, and I have called her Sun Yanfen as famous as she is.

The incandescent lamp in Widow Sun's yard lit up. She put on her clothes and walked out. She was stunned when she saw me, as if she had seen a ghost: "Baby, are you not dead? It's been a month since, where have you been running? Come on, come and talk to my house."

One month! Another month!

Jiang Yuhan and I came to her house, sat in the main hall, and listened to her talk.

Jiang Yuhan and I have been missing for a whole month!

This is very strange. We entered the mountain yesterday and were trapped in the coffin of the side palace of Taiqing Palace by a female ghost. I used my fingers to help Jiang Yuhan detoxify, and then we slept in the coffin for a night.

Did we sleep for a month?

Isn’t this nonsense? I’ll be hungry after sleeping for a month.

But too many strange things have happened. The Taiqing Palace has been destroyed for more than a hundred years, but have I caught it today?

Widow Sun said, after I took Jiang Yuhan and others away, there was no news. The villagers went to the mountains to find them without any clues about me. Instead, they found four people, Ding Shao, A Biao, and two subordinates of A Biao.

Unfortunately, these four people went crazy. After finding them, they trembled all over and kept trembling, and they could only say: "Ghost...Ghost...Ghost..."

After the four people returned, Jiang Yuhan's father arrived the next day. He brought many people and policemen. He searched all the more than a dozen mountains in a radius, but there was still no news.

It took more than twenty days for Jiang Yuhan's father to give up.

But there is another group of people.

This group of people came to the door on the day the Third Master was buried. Seeing that my life and death were uncertain, the Third Master's body was not cold and he could not be exposed to his body at home. She arranged to prepare a funeral for the Third Master.

The funeral team here has begun. Eight people carried the coffin. As soon as the coffin left the ground, a group of people of unknown origin rushed in. Without saying a word, they flipped around the house. Even the Third Master's coffin was not spared, and they opened it and checked it carefully.

The group of people also went to the back mountain to find me, of course, they also returned in vain.

Since then, people will come to the house every now and then.

What exactly are they looking for?

I suddenly remembered my abnormal behavior before my third master passed away.

He lay on the bed, dying, and was already a little confused, and kept muttering two words: "Stove...Stove..."

What’s ridiculous is that I kept asking: “San Master, I’ll make it for you if you want to eat.”

I got up and ran home, went to the kitchen, and found the stove.

Making fires and cooking, gas, induction cookers, etc., are also high-tech products in our small mountain village. Everyone uses stoves.

The bottom door of the pot was stuffed with firewood, and a large pot was set up on it. There was an ash pool under the bottom door of the pot. The ashes of the burning fire fell down and a huge pile of them accumulated. I searched carefully in the stove, but there was nothing. I pulled the ash pool and there was something.

A wooden box.

Rectangular, more than ten centimeters long and seven or eight centimeters wide.

Open the wooden box, there was a yellowed booklet, which contained the small ancient seal characters "Qi Shu Ghost Sutra" and a suicide note.

The suicide note is the handwriting of the Third Master: Oh, little boy, the Third Master has been thinking about it for a long time, and this book "The Ghost Sutra of the Variety" will be passed on to you. Once you enter the Ghost Sect, you will be no longer back. I don't know if your grandfather will blame me. You must have many doubts now, but time does not allow it, and it is hard to describe it. I can't explain it clearly. You must remember two things. First, this book "The Ghost Sutra of the Variety" must not let others know in your hands, nor can you let others know that you are the descendant of the Ghost Sutra of the Variety". Second, find your aunt, otherwise you will not live to twenty years old. This is fate! The life of the last life in the ninth life! There is a crescent birthmark on your aunt's butt on the left side of your aunt. Only by finding her can you survive...

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!