Otherworldly Merchant

T-shirt men take a deep breath and look at the White Eyebrow Zen Master.

White Eyebrow Zen Master Haha laughed: “The Night Dragon is really a good thing, its righteous qi, it actually drove the ghost market away. It seems that it was not the night dragon that was stolen last night, but the night dragon was protecting the villagers and expelling all ghosts who participated in the ghost market! Amitabha Buddha, there is no such thing as merit. ”

Li Mazi grabbed Master Bai Mei's garment horn with excitement and asked: "So the dragon was still in the village that night? ”

The White Eyebrow Zen nodded: “Is it still there? If we are lucky enough to borrow a night dragon, it would be much better..."

T-shirt men's faces also have a burdened smile.

It was a miracle of time to see him laugh, even though he was reluctant to laugh.

“Let's go and see the Night Dragon.” The T-shirt man said.

At this moment, we're all like chicken blood, and we didn't expect what seemed like a poor mountain to change so quickly overnight.

We headed for the brick room yesterday as the T-shirt man drilled out the firewood stack.

Because yesterday, when the villagers were talking, they gave us a message, and the one who got the night dragon was a man called Uncle Chung.

When we came to Uncle Chung's house, we found an old man in his fifties chopping wood in the courtyard, and a broken radio with Zhao Benshan's trinkets, and I was kind of envious of this old man's life.

When he saw a stranger, the old man somehow put down his axe and asked, "Who are you looking for? ”

“Hello old sir, we are here to travel and found your yard is very feng shui, so come in and take a look.” I made up a reason.

“Liar.” The old man is going to blow us out of here without any courtesy.

I immediately waved, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. This is for you, old man. ”

After that, he took a few hundred dollar bills out of his pocket and shoved them into his arms: "We wanted to walk around your yard and take a look at Feng Shui. ”

When the old man saw the money, his attitude toward us suddenly improved. He smiled and said: "Then just turn around! I didn't think there was any feng shui in this shitty house. No wonder I'm too old to split firewood and pick water. Young people can't compare to me. ”

I laughed politely and circled around the yard.

After a lap, I asked him, “Sir, have you ever kept a dragon horn here? ”

“What dragon horn? No,” replied the old man.

“It was dug out of the ground the other day.” I warned.

The old man's face blurred: “Are you kidding me? I haven't been down to work for days...”

I was even more surprised: “Are you serious? ”

The old man gambled: “I lied to you and beat you to death. ”

And I wanted to keep asking, and the T-shirt guy looked at me and said, “Let's go. ”

You left before you saw the dragon? What pills are sold in T-shirt men's gourds.

But the T-shirt man had a tough attitude and left with us.

When he walked to the village, he stopped and said: "Weird...”

I asked him, "Where's the T-shirt guy?"

The T-shirt man explained: "I was staring at the old man when you were just talking, and he didn't tell a single lie from beginning to end, so it's no use asking. And I felt it, and the smell of the night dragon disappeared, and this village was so strange. ”

I don't believe a T-shirt guy, and I always subconsciously thought that the old man just didn't want us to see the Night Dragon.

Just at this moment, a villager passed through the entrance of the village. I recognized this villager at first sight. Didn't you say yesterday that Uncle Chung's house dug up the dragon horn? He must know.

So I immediately went up and handed the villagers a cigarette and said with a smile: "Hello, we are from the County Antiquities Conservation Bureau. I heard you dug a dragon horn here, so I came to check it out. ”

He stood still and looked at me somehow.

“Don't worry, we're just here to take pictures, make sure we don't take things away. ”

The other side got more confused: “What are you talking about? I don't get it, man. What dragon horn? Who did you hear? Wrong place. ”

I looked back at the white eyebrow Zen master and the T-shirt man, and they didn't look good.

I was in a bit of a hurry: "Think about it again. Didn't Uncle Chung dig up a corner on a faucet in the ground some time ago? We want to see if it's a dragon. After all, isn't a dragon a legend? The country is curious. ”

“Are you sick?” The villager couldn't help but laugh: “And the dragon horn, if this were to dig up a dragon horn, we would have gone to be dragon princes, there is no way to be fooled around here. ”

I don't think he seems to be lying. He's even more disturbed. What power is it that makes the villagers collectively lose their memories overnight?

“You remember the fog yesterday.” I asked probationarily.

“Fog, what fog? It's all right, I'm just leaving. There's wheat in the field waiting for me to pack.” After that, the villagers are leaving.

“Wait, don't you really feel something's wrong? How come all the cattle in your village are gone? ”

“Hmm?” I said, the villagers immediately stunned, looking at me somehow: “The livestock is gone, the livestock is gone? ”

He seemed like a dream, the whole person was stupid, he kept mumbling and walking away.

I'm a little worried about looking at him, how this guy is acting like he's committing a monster.

I walked back to Master White Eyebrow and asked him what was going on. How can villagers lose collective memory?

Master White Eyebrow sighed and said: “Looks like we want the Night Dragon, it's Heavenly Night Tan. The power of the other party to control the whole village's thoughts and brainwash them is beyond our control. ”

Li Mazi shouted angrily: “I don't believe in this evil. I have to find out who stole the night dragon. ”

I see T-shirt men, T-shirt men are also a cold color on the face.

“Let's go.” White Eyebrow Zen waved: “Find a place to discuss it. ”

Our hearts sink to the bottom of the valley, helplessly following Master Bai Mei Zen.

This is a triple fold, far more complicated than all the shady things I've encountered before.

But whether we get the Night Dragon or not, we have to try.

We just walked ten minutes, and suddenly we heard a call for help from the village: "Somebody, somebody, someone, the bull is hanging. ”

White Eyebrow Master Zen's face turned gray for a moment: “No, hurry back, that thing has hit the villagers! ”

Speaking, the White Eyebrow Zen Master accelerated, and we followed closely.

We found that many villagers were gathering at the door of a household, pointing a finger, and that a person was hanging from the door frame of that household at the moment. His eyes were wide open, full of fear, his tongue dragged out, his mouth slightly raised, and it seemed like he was doing a ghost face before he died, which was really weird.

And this deceased, we also know, was the villager I was just questioning at the entrance of the village in Cape Long.

“Amitabha Buddha.” White Eyebrow Zen bent down and bowed and took us away in a hurry.

“You killed him...” After walking away, Master Bai Eyebrow suddenly looked at me and said.

“What do you mean?” I stunned for a moment: “He hanged himself. It's none of my business. ”