When she saw me coming, her eyes narrowed immediately, looking quite kind.
I sat down on another stone bench and said awkwardly before she could speak: "We went to Zhaozhuang today and found that the foot ashes might be in someone's home. It's hard to check during the day, so we'll go check it out at night. Don't worry, there's some clues anyway, and we'll find it soon."
The old lady nodded in satisfaction. "Anyone who is related to the Seventh Master or Eighth Master must be very capable. I am just waiting here to ask about the situation. That gentleman is also quite capable, but he is still a long way from you. I told him to find someone else."
"Auntie, you didn't tell me you were looking for me, and about the matter between me and the Seventh Master and the Eighth Master? This is a secret. If it gets out, the Seventh Master and the Eighth Master will be unhappy." I asked worriedly.
"Of course not. The old woman has lived for 102 years, how could she not have such a little thought?"
I felt relieved after hearing this, and asked, rubbing my nose, "Auntie, who is this gentleman you are looking for? He is quite capable. I heard in Zhaozhuang that he discovered the evil magic of imprisoning corpses in coffins."
The old lady smiled and said, "I don't know where this man is from. When my goddaughter and I went to Zhaozhuang to look for ashes, we happened to see him wandering around the cemetery. He found us and almost broke my old bones. But when he heard about Ruoruo's story, he agreed to help us right away, saying that he was a ghost story inheritor who specialized in helping ghosts, and he wouldn't charge a penny."
Oh my god, when I heard the old lady say that this person is the descendant of ghost stories, I almost fell off the stone bench. The real descendant of ghost stories is sitting here. Is it that bastard who pretends to be a descendant of our Xi family? And he doesn't charge a penny. Isn't that deliberately breaking the rules of my shop
"I've heard of the person who carried on the ghost story. He's a young man named Xi Feng. Is he the one?" I asked, trying to suppress my anger.
But the old lady shook her head and said, "It's true that this man is a young man, but his name is not Xi Feng. He said his name is Lu Fei..."
Damn it, I almost jumped up, it turned out to be this bastard. I calmed down immediately. Even if Lu Fei pretended to be the heir of ghost stories, he couldn't hurt anyone. I asked the old lady again: "Is there a pretty girl next to him?"
"No, just one person."
I thought to myself, could it be that this guy didn't catch up with Ma Yunxi, and lost Qu Mo, and was doubly stimulated, so he ran to Zhaozhuang to kill Zhao Chengshi's family. This is not impossible, maybe it was also because of me that Zhao Chengshi killed him and he disappeared, so he went to Zhao Chengshi's hometown to seek revenge. But you can't be so cruel, it's too bad for your virtue!
I asked the old lady a few more questions. She and Gong Cuiruo were just looking for ashes, and their purpose was very simple. Everything else was done by Lu Fei. I saw that I couldn't get any more out of her, so I said goodbye to the old lady, and took a taxi to Zhaozhuang with Shen Bing after leaving the community.
I was so angry, but I didn't know how to tell Shen Bing. I thought I should perform a ritual to save my sister-in-law first. After entering the field with my backpack, I kept looking back, feeling like a thief, afraid that someone was watching me. Fortunately, it was cloudy tonight, and it was dark everywhere. In addition, it was past nine o'clock, so no one would go out of the village at this time.
When I arrived at the grave, I was afraid that Zhao Xiaosheng would be guarding here. I didn't want to make a fuss or the noise would spread to the village, which would be troublesome. I squatted down and observed for a while. My eyes gradually adapted to the darkness. I didn't see anyone. There was only this lonely grave, exuding the breath of death, which was indescribably weird in the dark night.
Just as I was about to stand up and walk forward, I suddenly saw a white shadow emerging from the grave mound. My scalp went numb immediately, and Shen Bing also hugged my arm tightly, looking quite nervous.
What is that? Am I dazzled