full-time psychic

Chapter 132

Chapter 132

Who in the world can not die?

No matter whether your past life was magnificent and held your head in a sleeve; or you were unparalleled in the world and only danced, you will be turned into a pile of bones in the end. The merits and demerits of your past life will be judged by future generations, whether it is good or bad, right or wrong, How much is true and how much is false?The long river of history will eventually bury you...

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No matter in any era, quiet and remote small villages are a good place to live in seclusion. Therefore, farmers live a relatively comfortable life without fighting against the world and being content with their duties.

But I can't help but ask, have you ever known what happened in this land in the past? This is really a Taoyuan where you can spend your life in peace and enjoy the rest of your life?

In a certain village on the Eastern Continent, the stars hang high this night, but there are dark clouds slowly drifting past when it covers the bright moon in the sky...

In the moonless mountain forest, four grave robbers were squatting on a mound. None of them spoke, but stared at the Luoyang shovel affectionately and seriously.

There was old soil brought up from the ground on the head of the shovel, and the strange thing was that the soil was dripping out. It should be noted that the place they were standing on was the famously arid region of the Eastern Continent, and it hadn’t rained for three years. It is an exaggeration to say that the plague of locusts continues, and it is a bit exaggerated to say that starvation is everywhere, but there are also many people who starve to death, and every family cannot eat enough, otherwise they would not have a good life and come out to rob graves.

"Now we're in big trouble." The oldest old man knocked his pipe on the ground, and continued: "There might be a water ghost underground, sucking all the water in the village into the tomb. It's not good. Our lives will be lost down there."

"Can't you go down? It's a matter of a word, Rory is talking!" A young boy said, "If you are old and your legs are inconvenient, you can stay on the ground and watch the wind. My brother and I will go down and let him go." What the hell, let's talk about it first with a knife!" He also raised the cold sword in his hand as he spoke.

, the old man smiled instead of anger, and a younger boy beside him was a little timid, looking at his brother, "Brother, let's be careful, in case..."

The young man glared over and shouted: "What if there is something wrong, even if there is nothing wrong, I will tell you that something is wrong!"

Snapped!The bearded man on the opposite side slapped the young man on the head, and glared, "You little bastard, why are you talking to the old man? When the old man was fighting, your father and mother hadn't created you yet!"

"I...what did I say wrong? Didn't the old ancestor also say that the more bizarre the baby, the more treasures there are, and maybe the next one is a big one, so we can all have enough to eat..."

"How dare you talk back!" The bearded man raised his hand but stopped in mid-air. He knew how the baby felt. After three years of hunger, there was nothing he could do if he came out to fight. Who doesn't want to have a full stomach so that his parents can live a good life? .

The younger brother saw his elder brother being scolded, lowered his head and snickered, the old man coughed, then knocked on the pipe in his hand, and said solemnly: "Your son, don't laugh, and don't underestimate this fight, you will be fine if you encounter anything powerful." Big or small, the people below only want peace, and must not be greedy for money. Last time your second uncle was too greedy, and he is still crazy until now. I don’t know what kind of magic. I will go down first, and the beard will follow Behind me, the eldest child will bring things to the rear, and the second child will not come down, all four of them will go down, and they will not be able to get out if they want to, and if we can't get up, you can report back to the village."

The youngest child was already timid, so it was just right not to let him go down, so he nodded fiercely.

The old man patted Huzi and Erwa on the shoulders, and shouted: "Copy the guy!" After speaking, the two whirlwind shovels started to swing.

Less than half an hour later, the thieves' hole had been drilled so deep that they couldn't even hear the sound in the hole except that the eldest child came up to breathe from time to time. Feeling cold, he yelled into the cave: "Grandpa, have you dug through?"

After a few seconds, a vague voice came from inside: "No... I know, you... stay on top... don't come down!"

It was his eldest brother's voice, and then he heard Beard yelling in a high pitch: "Speak softly...Listen! There's something moving!"

"Master!!"

Then there was deathly silence.

Erwa knew that there must be something wrong down there, so she was so scared that she didn't dare to speak, and she didn't dare to turn around to go back. What if she couldn't hear it? After three breaths, she suddenly heard the sound of the soles of shoes walking on the clods. , seems to be... a person.

He had no idea, swallowed, lowered his voice and tentatively called, "Brother?"

Under the dark cave entrance, there was still silence, as if a white-faced female ghost would emerge at any moment...

"Master?" Another voice.

There were echoes, but still no response.

Suddenly he heard a creepy, sticky sound of flesh and blood sticking and tearing, as if the whole human skin burst from the stomach, and then turned over artificially...

At this moment, the dark clouds drifted past, the moonlight fell again, and a bloody red hand stretched out from the entrance of the cave, with five fingers clasped on Erwa's wrist, and the dark red sticky blood slipped down the fingertips.

He stared at this hand, and felt that his whole body was dominated by fear, and he didn't even have the courage to move. The same goes for the moonlight. With a bloody bloody face, there was a gurgling sound in his throat!

In vain, cannons rang out in the cave, and Huzi yelled: "Erba, run!!!"

Erwazi woke up suddenly, and didn't care about that much, he knew that something must have happened down there, so he shook off the bloody hand on his wrist, turned around and ran away!

He ran for more than two miles in one breath, from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, without looking at the road, and almost rolled down. When he approached the village, he saw a few lights, and ran into the village crying and shouting.

"It's not good! There are ghosts, there are ghosts!!"

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On the same continent, on the same night, the Spirit Village is still brightly lit. This place is not under the jurisdiction of the government, so there is no such thing as a curfew.Some restaurants and restaurants with good business are still open as usual, and the lights are just on, and there are often people on the street and in the park who have dinner and come out for a walk in groups.

In the village chief's office, Bai Ze was dressed in tattered clothes. He didn't look calm as usual. Tired dark circles appeared under his eyes. He was standing opposite the village chief. when.

"Bai Ze." The village chief called him, "It's time for them to go on a mission."

So Bai Ze lost all sleep and rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Looking at their training, Su Ling and Xiong Jieba both have some practical experience, so it shouldn't be a problem to go on missions."

"What mission?" he asked.

The village chief took out a broad book from the drawer with a big "B" written on the cover, turned the pages and handed it over.

Bai Ze found out that there were nine big characters on the task title bar.

——The case of the water ghost ancient tomb in Mingqian Village.

(End of this chapter)