With my order, they all gathered around. Of course, Hao Da didn't do it himself. After all, he was the boss, who was touching his beard and watching the fun.

Zhu Er walked over with his hands behind his back, stretched out his feet and stomped on the ground.

"Hello, is there anyone inside? Please come out."

He was quite polite, and at this time I heard someone ask.

"Who?"

“Check the water meter!”

Zhu Er almost made me laugh. It seems that he is not in vain in this world. Have you learned all this?

I don’t know if the ghost in the grave can understand it, but anyway, I just saw a phantom floating out of the grave.

I looked closely and could see that it was an old man who was almost decisive. He was dressed in a torn manner, with a few goat beards on his chin and a torn hat on his head, looking like a beggar.

This outfit is obviously an old ghost from the Qing Dynasty.

When I looked at the grave again, it was so dilapidated that it was leaking holes, which was quite miserable.

Zhu Er was responsible for calling for someone. When I saw that this was not Liu Changcheng, I signaled to Zhu Er and asked him to ask and ask.

Zhu Er knew it and asked the old man if he knew where Liu Changcheng's grave was?

The old man shook his head and said, "I am an old coffin, I care about the Great Wall and the Yangtze River, I don't know it..."

Zhu Er glanced at him in disgust and waved his hand, "Okay, if you don't know, go back and lie down."

The old man said, "Okay..."

He said ok, but he didn't go back. He looked at us and grinned and said, "Dear Master, do you have any pocket money to give me two? I haven't visited the grave for seventy or eighty years. I'm too poor.

Now, it’s pitiful.”

Zhu Er touched his body and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't bring any money."

The old man was quite a thief and ignored Zhu Er and directly reached out to me and smiled.

"Master, you have pity for me, old man, please give me two..."

Otherwise, I would say that this person is always treacherous and sloppy, but I actually brought money this time.

Of course it is not rmb, it is a bag of dog-head gold, which is packed in black plastic bags.

Because I know that if I want to go up the mountain to find a ghost, I will definitely alarm many old ghosts in various graves. It is easy to do something after all, it is easy to do if I have some money.

But this old man knew nothing and wanted to cheat on me for gold. There must be no way.

My eyes rolled and said to him, "It's okay to give you two money, but you have to provide some clues. I want to find someone named Liu Changcheng in Tianheng Mountain. Do you have anything to tell me?"

The old man blinked and said, "Liu Changcheng... I really don't know that there are too many wild graves in this place, so I know the ones on this nearby hillside, but I don't know the names of each other."

I asked puzzledly, "Since I know you, why don't you know the name?"

The old man said: "Die people do not need the names of living people. If they don't know each other and do not erect monuments, then only you know."

I suddenly realized that Uncle Ma once said that after death, people no longer use their names when they were alive. Although I know what they are called when they are alive, I usually don’t use this name to communicate with people. Ghosts and ghosts are also connected.

Will not mention it.

Actually, I have always been doubting this statement because the ghosts I have come into contact with basically told me their names.

But after hearing what this old man said, it seems that Uncle Ma is right. If they had nothing to ask for help from others, it would be impossible for them to sign up with others.

Therefore, if the tombs all over the mountains are called, it will be even more difficult.

I asked again: "Since you don't know what your name is, is there anyone who drowned at the age of seventeen or eighteen, who has been dead for about thirty years, think about it?"

The old man looked around and said with a embarrassed expression: "Oh, this is a bit difficult. I am old and can't remember it for a while. You know, if this person dies, no one will worship the sacrifice, and the soul will be

It will slowly blur and eventually disappear. I suspect that I am about to get up now, so many things I have forgotten almost. Alas, there is nothing I can do about this. No one sacrifices, but I pity my son or daughter..."

This old man was talking nonsense, obviously for us to hear, and it actually means that if you want some money, you might be able to remember it by giving him two money.

Jian Si, who had not spoken around, was impatient and said, "Okay, stop talking nonsense to him. There are graves all over the mountain. He doesn't know. Maybe others know, old man, stay in your grave."

This Fourth Brother Jian is dressed as a knight with a sword on his back. His eyes are like lightning. Although he doesn't say much, his words are afraid to disobey him.

The old man didn't dare to talk too much. When he saw that he had not blackmailed money, he hurriedly bowed to us timidly, then sighed, looked at me with a pitiful look on his face, and turned around and walked back to the broken grave.

After all, I was soft-hearted and took out a gold head and lit it on the old man's grave.

Anyway, I brought a big bag and gave him nothing, so I just treated it as a relief to the poor.

"Old man, you have no children and stayed alone on this mountain for many years. I miss you, I will burn you a gold medal, you can take it."

After saying this, the dog-headed diamond happened to burn and slowly turned into ashes.

At this time, I was stunned to see a dry hand stretching out from the cave of the grave, grabbing the gold head at a very fast speed, and then retracted.

Then a sound came from my mind: "This young man is kind-hearted and will be blessed. I wish you a hundred houses, a thousand acres of fertile land, a large number of wives and concubines, and a great fortune... Thank you..."

I couldn't help but laugh. This blessing sounded quite pleasant, but it would be fine if there were too many wives and concubines, but the country would not allow it...

After a long time of stuttering, Brother Jian was impatient. He walked to another grave dozens of meters away, took out his sword and patted it on the grave.

"Out inside, come out!"

He was not as gentle as Zhu Er, but after he shouted, a head appeared in the grave. He was a man in his forties, with two eyes one big and one small, and a little strabismus, looking at us foolishly.

"Gaha?"

He said these three words very slowly. Jian Si was more straightforward and clumsy. He squatted down and asked, "I'm a man who handles the case, please cooperate. Is there a ghost named Liu Changcheng nearby who drowned at the age of 18 and died.

Thirty years have passed, do you know?”

The man reached out and scratched his head, and said lazily: "My sister has heard of it. I have seen many ghosts nearby, both old and young, and it seems that they have not drowned..."

Jian Si nodded: "Okay, if you don't know, just go back."

He said as he pressed the man's head with his hand and pressed him back to the grave.

Qin San, who was next to him, also came to another grave. He was more civilized. He squatted down and knocked on the grave with his hands, saying, "Is there anyone at home?"

This time another man came out of the grave, about fifty years old, with his hands folded in his sleeves, staring at us blankly.

Qin San asked Liu Changcheng again, but the ghost seemed to be unable to understand his words. He was a little stupid and didn't know how to answer. He scratched the back of his head with one hand, his face full of confusion.

Hao laughed and said, "Okay, don't ask him anymore. This is a fool. It's too slow to ask this. Let's call them all out."

As he said that, he walked to the middle of the hillside, stamped his feet and shouted loudly.
Chapter completed!