It was Wu Jian who made the call. First of all, he asked me if Huang Xiaolong's phone number could not be reached. When I learned that He Xiaoyong and others' phone number could not be reached, I was a little panicked, so I asked me to go to Xishan there together. while looking for them.
Wu Jian is a policeman, maybe his sense of justice all the time can make him forget his fear, but I can't, hang up the phone, I look at Lulu with the expression of a puppy begging for food, and smile flatteringly.
Lulu cast a glance at me, turned around, I suddenly became anxious, and said, "Sister Lulu, help me."
Lu Lu said: "Your life is still alive, mine is long gone."
I was taken aback by Lulu's inappropriate answer, probably Lulu was still angry with me, so I continued, "Lulu, something happened to my friend in Xishan, and I need help."
Lulu nodded naturally: "Well, that's it, then go quickly, and remember to ask Sister Hua for leave. Being late and leaving early, it must be considered absenteeism." Lulu was almost talking to herself.
But I didn't know how to answer the conversation, so I had to look at the little bell who was stealing food for help. The little bell tilted her head and thought for a while and said, "Brother, I'll go to sister Tan for help." He jumped away.
Sister Tan? What the hell? Then I immediately remembered, isn't it the hanged ghost that Little Bell asked me to find a substitute for her last time? But I have to help find a substitute, no matter how I think about it, Lulu is not safe, so I continue to look at Lulu with begging eyes.
Lulu, who was looking for something to do and pretending to be busy with work, seemed to be unbearable by me, so she snorted coldly and said, "What else do you want if Miss Tan comes forward to help you?"
Hey, Lulu also knew the hanged ghost, and from what Lulu said, it seemed that the hanged ghost surnamed Tan was quite powerful.
At this moment, Little Lingdang also brought the Hanged Ghost over, and formally introduced me and the Hanged Ghost. Unexpectedly, the name of the Hanged Ghost was a beauty named Tan, a genuine beauty named Tan.
It seems that the relationship between Little Lingdang and Miss Qin is good, before she said anything, Miss Tan, the hanged ghost, immediately agreed, and at this time, Wu Jian also called, saying that she had arrived at the gate of the ghost building, and asked me to hurry up. Click out.
I carefully asked Sister Hua for leave, and then I took Meimei Tan and Little Bell, who was going to join in the fun, out of the haunted building. Sure enough, Wu Jian's car was already waiting at the door.
Very gentlemanly, I stepped forward and opened the door of the back seat, let the two female ghosts get into the car first, and then sat in the co-pilot's seat. After a while, I didn't see Wu Jian driving. I looked in surprise, only to see Wu Jian looking at me with a strange face, and looking at the rearview mirror from time to time. I slapped my forehead, it seemed that what happened just now scared Wu Jian, but this kind of thing is really hard to explain.
After thinking for a while, I still told Wu Jian: "Well, I asked a few friends to help."
Wu Jian glanced at the rearview mirror, looked at the empty back seat, and smiled dryly: "Please help, please help."
After finishing speaking, he fired the ignition a few times before starting the car, drew a big circle on the mountain road, and then drove crookedly towards the direction of Xishan.
In the car, I explained the situation to Miss Tan, the hanged ghost. Miss Tan didn't express her opinion, but her expression was very relaxed. Inexplicably, my nervous heart was relieved.
Xishan is a bit far to walk, but it doesn't take long to drive, especially in the middle of the night when even the traffic lights are stopped, Wu Jian drove the car directly to the parking lot of Xishan, and our group got out of the car.
Looking at the pitch-black West Mountain, I said to Wu Jian: "How do we go now?"
Wu Jian was also depressed. Compared with those lofty mountains, Xishan is naturally too small, but for a few people, it is impossible to walk the entire Xishan in one day.
Seeing that Wu Jian didn't speak, Beauty Tan said, "Let me ask."
I nodded, and saw Miss Qin waved her hand to an old man wearing a shroud who was walking slowly with his head bowed expressionlessly on the road, and asked, "How many strangers have gone to Xishan?"
The old man who was obviously a ghost raised his hand, slowly pointed to the distant dense forest, and said in a hoarse voice, "Over there."
Tan Meimei thanked the old man, and I hurriedly followed suit. The old man seemed to want to raise his head slowly when he heard my thanks, but when Qin Meimei let out a cold snort, the old man lowered his head again, and then slowly left.
I also know that I am a little reckless. After staying in the ghost building for a long time, I not only practiced my courage, but also seemed to be infected with the misconception that ghosts are harmless. This, I have to change. However, this also told me from the side that Miss Qin is quite reliable.
I was about to call Wu Jian to go, but I saw Wu Jian's Adam's apple was rolling up and down. Although I heard Tan Meimei say a lot in the car, it was obvious that he hadn't adapted yet. Now that I heard the voices of other ghosts, I couldn't help but feel a little unacceptable.
I came up with a bad idea out of good intentions: "Brother Jian, are you afraid to wait for us here?"
Wu Jian immediately said righteously: "How is it possible, I am the people's policeman, let's go."
In fact, I understand that Wu Jian has been frightened, and he will not be left alone if he is killed. Alas, ordinary people, it is strange, it seems that I am not ordinary. But now is not the time to worry about these things.
I called back Wu Jian who had gone in the wrong direction, and led by Miss Tan, walked towards the dense forest that the old man pointed out just now.
It is said to be a dense forest, but it is really dense. Wu Jian and I had to stop the branches blocking the way while constantly testing the road under our feet. The speed is really slow. It is obvious that the original style is still maintained here. Traces of artificial correction.
I don't know how long I walked before the front gradually opened up. I gasped for breath and looked around. I couldn't see clearly under the moonlight, but the rolling dirt bumps on the ground were obviously grave bumps. At first glance, I don't know if there are any How many.
Wu Jian, who was behind him, drilled out with a flashlight, and was obviously taken aback, his voice became a little distorted and said: "The Mass Burial Mound in Xishan, I didn't expect it to exist."
I was stunned for a moment, I am also a local, but I have never heard of the Xishan Mass Burial Mound. I was about to ask, but I heard a familiar voice from a distance.
"Master, I'm just asking about something, it's not enough."
Wu Jian and I looked at each other and said in unison: "Huang Xiaolong."
Our exclamation seemed to be heard in the distance, Huang Xiaolong's voice came from afar, and asked: "I don't know which Taoist friend came here, Huang Xiaolong, the descendant of Southern Mao and Northern Horse, is polite."
"Courtesy, sir." I couldn't help but cursed, and hurriedly ran towards Huang Xiaolong. When I arrived, everyone was there. Although their faces were ugly, it seemed that nothing had happened. Behind him, Huang Xiaolong stood solemnly in front of a grave bag, facing an upper-body old man emerging from the grave bag, and kept throwing something in his hand.