I don't understand, so why don't others understand? Ask Old Yan if he knows. I called him, and the old guy seemed to be sick, coughing and gasping. After listening to my four lines of poetry, he pondered for a long time and said, "Listen to the corpse, that is, listen to the corpse's language, find out where Yaxue is, and then go to Qinling to find a cave called "Nanshan White Bone Cave".
Because Nanshan is referred to as Qinling, and in ancient times, it was said that there was a ghost mountain in Qinling, and there was a "ghost cave" in the mountain that led to the depths of hell. Anyone who accidentally entered this cave would instantly turn into a pile of bones and could not walk out alive, so it was called the bone cave. Old Yan specifically stated that people could not enter the cave, unless they used evil spirits to protect themselves, but that was all legend, and I have never heard of anyone doing this.
As for the ghost hiding the fox tail, Old Yan couldn't be sure whether it was an evil spirit used for protection. He couldn't guess how it entered the dream or whose dream it entered.
The old guy has lived to such an old age, and he has eaten more salt than I have eaten rice. Although he couldn't figure out what the last two sentences meant, at least he knew where the Nanshan White Bone Cave was. If that doesn't work, I'll buy a few more roast chickens and put them on the mirror god.
Finally I asked him if he was sick
Old Yan sighed and said, "Don't mention it. Xiao Lu and I returned to the provincial capital and encountered an evil ghost. We were both injured. I'm afraid we won't be able to recover within a month, so I can't help you."
I hurriedly told him, "Just take care of your injuries. I can handle this on my own."
Old Yan said worriedly: "This matter is not trivial, you may be in danger alone. I think the last two sentences involve Fox Tail, you can ask Qu Mo for help, maybe she can help."
After hanging up the phone, it was not too late, just after eight o'clock. I thought I might as well listen to Old Yan and ask Qu Mo to see if she could make the fox spirit on her body speak. The six-tailed fox spirit must have practiced for a long time and knew some of the mysteries between ghosts and gods.
Shen Bing called Qu Mo, who was very happy to hear that we were coming and asked us to meet at Times Square in the county town. But she specifically asked us not to bring Wang Zijun. Uh, didn't her parents like this guy very much? Why did she start to hate him
Since he didn't want to see him, we didn't dare to add unnecessary trouble. Shen Bing drove straight to the county town. When we arrived at Times Square, there were a lot of people gathered there on a summer night, playing music, and the young and old were divided into two groups, dancing and exercising, and some were doing Tai Chi. It was very lively.
Qu Mo met us at the edge of the square, and then sat on a stone bench to chat. When talking about the life-saving incident, he was extremely grateful. I said you don't have to thank me, if you hadn't come to help, this wouldn't have happened, but I feel bad.
Shen Bing was stupid again, and said to Qu Mo with a smile: "If you want to thank someone, thank Wang Zijun. You don't know that he almost got into a fight with a bumpkin in Lianhua Mountain for you..."
Qu Mo's face darkened and he said, "I don't want to hear him. He's so annoying. He uses sweet words to make my parents happy. It's so annoying."
I quickly poked Shen Bing with my elbow and said to Qu Mo, "Can you communicate with the fox spirit now?" I had already told Shen Bing that she had a fox spirit in her body, so there was no need to hide it from her now. Only Wang Zijun didn't know about it, and he was the only one who was still in the dark.