When he mentioned Meng Po, an idea suddenly occurred to me, so I asked him, "Have you ever stayed at Meng Po's place to recover from your injuries, or been chased by some evil ghost?"
When the old man heard this, his eyes widened: "Did you sneak a peek at it from Meibao?"
"What do you mean by peeking, Grandpa? Wasn't it because I was holding Meibao and couldn't help but enter this dream?" I actually mistook this little guy for my great-grandpa without realizing it, and even called him affectionately.
He seemed to enjoy hearing the name "Grandpa". He squinted his eyes, as if he had drunk two taels of Erguotou. He nodded and said, "Fortunately, your cultivation is getting higher and higher now, otherwise you would be controlled by the magic treasure if you were in contact with it for a long time. These dreams are all things that happened to me in the past. Where did you see them?"
I said that I saw a tall black shadow threatening the girl beside Meng Po. If that person didn't die, Meng Po wouldn't have to worry about the Naihe Bridge.
Grandpa Taizu immediately nodded with a relaxed look on his face: "Well, luckily you only saw this little bit. Okay, as I said before, don't ask if you shouldn't know."
Damn, you are really trying to whet my appetite. If you weren't my great-grandfather, I would definitely pick on you, a little brat, and slap you on the butt with my shoes.
"It's okay if we don't talk about this. Let's continue talking about Shen Bing and Professor Fan's student..." I said, turning my head and pointing at Fan Qiuyi who was lying on the side.
Fuck his second uncle, I don't know when this guy got up, sitting next to the grandfather and listening intently. Tian Wenya was no longer afraid, lying on the ground, holding a mobile phone in her hand, as if recording. Oh my god, they have an occupational disease, and they still don't forget to record the voice and story of this child who looks like he came from Mars. Her mobile phone seems to be waterproof, the quality is too good, it didn't break after being soaked for so long.
My face sank, and I reached out and said, "Give me the phone."
Tian Wenya shuddered with fear and turned to look at Fan Qiuyi, who nodded helplessly. Tian Wenya then reluctantly handed over the phone.
I took the phone, retrieved the recording file, deleted it, and returned it to her. I said to them seriously, "You'd better not tell anyone about this, otherwise it will attract ghosts in the middle of the night."
When the two heard this, their faces turned pale and they felt like they were trembling. I thought to myself that it was normal for a girl to be scared, but Fan Qiuyi, you are a man who claims that you don't believe in ghosts and gods, but now you are so scared, isn't it too embarrassing
Great Grandpa smiled slightly, as if he didn't care about their behavior. He stood up from the ground, pointed to the south and said: "More than ten miles ahead, there is a Kunlong Beach. That is the truly terrifying area of Death Valley. If we can find them there..." He stopped here.
"What if we can't find it?" I asked quickly.
"If you can't find the instructions, you'll never find them again." He said, frowning.
"What exactly do you mean?" I thought to myself, you always speak half-sentences, no matter how smart you are, I can't guess it.
"That trapped dragon beach is the source of the Hell Flower King. If the swallowed person can be found there, it proves that he is still alive. If not, he was thrown into the mud and used as fertilizer for the flowers."
I heard this, as if I saw a ray of hope, and happily hugged him and said, "Why don't we set off quickly!"