Chapter 28 Fish Disaster 5 There must be a big evil here
At the foot of Lubo Mountain, next to the township bus station some distance away from Yufu Town, there was a black seven-seater commercial vehicle parked.
Several strong men huddled in the smoke-filled car, staring at each other in bewilderment at the number that was always busy.
"Why can't we contact Old Man Yang and Old Four? Were they arrested by the police?"
"No way, how can it be so fast?"
"Don't let it be like Scar Brother's time, where he was inexplicably arrested."
"Yuwei Village isn't far away. If you really can't help it, just go there and bring your gear. I'm afraid we couldn't agree on a price and got ripped off by those villagers."
The driver thought for a moment and put out his cigarette: "Alright, let's go to Lao Yang's first. It's on the way anyway."
"Hey, look at that woman waiting for the bus over there, the one with the things in her arms, would you like to add her to the order?"
Five or six pairs of malicious eyes, like poisonous snakes in the gutter, quietly sticking to their prey with a fishy and rotten smell.
She was a woman in her forties, wearing a coarse blue shirt, brown trousers and cloth shoes, with her long braid neatly tied behind her head. She looked at the starting grid with worry.
The driver approached her and started a conversation, and learned that the woman happened to be in the mountains to visit relatives, but unfortunately there were few buses and she missed the trip.
"Big sister, take our car. It'll be twenty yuan," the driver said with a simple smile. "Just get in and we'll drop you off at your doorstep!"
The woman was skeptical: "Only twenty for a ride to my door? The bus ride is thirty."
The driver pretended to help with the luggage and said, "Hey, sister, we don't usually take individual passengers. You're lucky today. We're on our way."
The woman turned sideways and wrapped the indigo and white flowered bag behind her: "I'll get it myself."
As she said that, she opened the car door and got in without any precautions.
The driver was turning around when someone suddenly called him.
"Give me a ride, give me a ride too!"
A young woman in a black and white Taoist robe appeared out of nowhere, fiddling with a map of Lubo Mountain's tourist attractions. "Two buses a day is too few," she said.
The driver looked her up and down and asked hesitantly, "Are you a Taoist priest from Changfeng Temple?"
Meng Caiyun tugged at the hem of his clothes and said, "No, I'm a cosplayer."
"You have quite a lot of stuff," the driver said, looking at the peach wood sword on her back and the whisk at her waist. "Shall I put it in the trunk for you?"
Meng Caiyun raised his eyebrows. "Okay, it's quite heavy."
She took off her peach wood sword and threw it to the other person. The driver was caught off guard and bent down, feeling as if a thousand pounds were weighing him in her arms.
Before the other person could straighten up, she pulled out a short knife with cloud pattern and sheath, a heavy purple-tasseled Bagua mirror, as well as a wooden hairpin, a silver comb and other odds and ends, like a magic trick.
The driver struggled to pack up the items for her, gritted his teeth and put all the miscellaneous items into the trunk, and instantly sprained his back.
Meng Caiyun sat in the car and found that except for an older woman, the back row was full of middle-aged men with their arms folded and their eyes averted.
She greeted him familiarly, "Oh, it's full."
The people in the back row laughed awkwardly.
The driver got into the car, holding his waist and cursing. After a while, the car was shaking and bumping along the mountain road.
Meng Caiyun looked at the woman in the coarse blue shirt and asked, "Senior, are you visiting your parents or assisting someone?"
The woman who had been resting with her eyes closed finally opened them in surprise. After sizing him up, she nodded in understanding, "You're young, but you have good eyesight."
"Just call me Xiao Meng," Meng Caiyun crossed his arms. "What should I call you?"
The woman raised her eyelids and said, "My last name is Feng."
Meng Caiyun's usually casual expression turned serious: "Senior Feng, is this trip for personal or official business?"
Feng Jia looked out the window, his expression unclear: "I'm visiting relatives."
After a pause, she turned her head and asked, "What about you, Xiao Meng?"
Meng Caiyun sighed, "I read a post. It just so happens that I've been to Changfeng Temple with my father these past few days, so I've got nothing else to do, so I decided to find someone for the poster."
Feng Jia was surprised: "You too..." She stopped talking and rephrased: "Good child, you have a kind heart and are as virtuous as an orchid. You are worthy of being a descendant of the Meng family."
The driver had been eavesdropping all the way and finally got the chance to interject, "Hey, you two know each other?"
Meng Caiyun smiled and replied, "I guess so."
The driver pretended to casually turn the rearview mirror and met the sinister gazes of several people in the back seat. Both sides nodded imperceptibly.
"Young man, you're here for tourism," the driver said absentmindedly, "Why are you carrying so many knives and swords?"
Meng Caiyun: "Isn't this because I'm afraid of running into bad people?"
The driver laughed exaggeratedly. "The people of Lubo Mountain are simple and honest. It's not easy to run into bad guys."
Meng Caiyun was puzzled: "Oh? Aren't you the ones?"
The driver's smile suddenly froze, and the entire car fell into an eerie silence.
The car was still shaking and was about to reach the intersection of Yufu Town.
The driver suddenly slammed on the brakes, as if sending some kind of signal. The men in the back seat took out short sticks and knives and silently pressed them against the backs of the two seats in the front row.
The peaceful atmosphere was swept away, but the two women turned a deaf ear to the sudden change in the expressions around them, as if they were completely unaware of the greed brewing around them.
Feng Jia held the package steady as a rock, his voice calm, "Master, isn't it delivered to your doorstep?"
The driver turned around with a fierce look on his face: "This is the doorstep!"
As he spoke, he snatched the package from the other person's hand and hurriedly opened it, but found that there was not a single valuable item inside. Instead, there was a bundle of incense, a stack of yellow paper, and two small red bowls, which contained some things that looked like animal teeth and hair.
He was extremely disappointed and threw it away: "What the hell!"
Feng Jia passed the bundle very quickly, and no one could see how she moved it, but she didn't let anything inside fall out.
The person in the back row held a knife against Meng Caiyun, but saw that the other party was leisurely using his hands as a pillow and even lying back on the chair.
Others were provoked and became furious: "If you are not anxious when death is imminent, you are a weirdo!"
Meng Caiyun shook his head and sighed, "Someone is indeed about to die, but it's a pity it's not me."
After that, the temperature in the car suddenly dropped several degrees. It was almost midsummer, but it felt like the dead of winter, making people shiver.
Feng Jia slowly sat up, holding a rose-red incense stick between her fingers. As the incense ash fell, her face seemed to change slightly.
The eyebrows are more delicate and upturned, the cheeks are narrow and long, and the cheekbones are slightly protruding, making it look like...
fox.
She turned her head and said to Meng Caiyun in a sharp voice different from the one she had just spoken, "Little friend, do you mind stepping aside for a moment?"
Meng Caiyun readily opened the car door and said, "Okay, Grandma, you're busy. I won't say a word when I get back!"
Feng Jia said happily, "What a sensible little girl."
The people in the car were puzzled. They didn't have time to think about how Meng Caiyun opened the locked car door. They saw Feng Jia close his eyes. When he opened them again, his pupils turned into a faint green light. His expression was strange and cruel. The nails on his ten fingers grew suddenly. With one move, he easily cut off the driver's head.
Blood gushed out like a fountain!
After a brief moment of shock, horrified screams erupted in the car and lasted for a long time.
Meng Caiyun was squatting not far away, biting a piece of foxtail grass and sighing: "Old but still strong."
After a stick of incense burns out.
The two of them got back into the car. The person in the driver's seat was shaking like a sieve, not daring to look directly at his companion's torn body in the back seat: "Where are you going..."
Feng Jia rolled a piece of incense and placed it beside the handrail. The burning green smoke dispelled the strong fishy smell.
"Did you cheat on a female college student in Fengcheng before?"
The man's jaw almost dropped, trembling with laughter. "I really don't know, Master. My brother just said it was the fourth brother who did it. I, we haven't been able to contact him either."
"Where do you usually take the people you cheated into going?"
The driver swallowed his saliva and said, "It's the Good Dream Hotel."
"Then let's go to this place."
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The Haomeng Hotel had put up a sign saying "Today's House is Full" a day ago, but no guests were seen coming in or out, and the hotel was cold and quiet.
Feng Jia and Meng Caiyun went up and knocked on the door, but no one answered.
As if expected.
"Let me do it." Seeing this, Meng Caiyun plucked a strand from the whisk, twisted it on his fingertips, and used his spiritual power to turn it into a hard iron wire. He poked it into the lock hole, fiddled with it twice, and the door opened.
The corridor was dimly lit without any lights on, and there was no one guarding the counters.
Feng Jia placed a small conical incense tower on the corner of the counter. After lighting it, a cloud of black smoke rose straight up and then floated towards the door of a room behind the stairs.
She and Meng Caiyun looked at each other and nodded slightly.
The smoke is black, there must be a big evil here.
The two approached cautiously, groped to the crack of the door, and vaguely heard intermittent groans of pain from inside.
Meng Caiyun looked solemn. She grabbed the door handle and pushed it hard, rushing into the room. However, the scene she saw shocked her.
Inside the room, two men, one old and one young, were tied up with black hair like seaweed. They lay in the corner with distorted and terrified expressions. Because their mouths were stuffed with red wax, they could only whimper meaninglessly.
The red wax sticks pierced their throats, and the wax mixed with tears that were not sure whether they were regretful or fearful, left a series of conspicuous scars on their necks.
The culprits were the ghosts in the house, most of whom were children. They were squatting beside the father and son curiously, their dark eyes full of innocence, and they would poke people with their pale green fingers from time to time.
On the other side, two older long-haired female ghosts were respectfully holding a few incense sticks and offering them to the short-haired woman who was sitting cross-legged on the bed frame.
The woman was wearing a designer coat and had a listless look on her face. Her messy bangs covered her left eye, and there was a hint of blue under her right eye. She looked lazy and gloomy.
She chewed a few bites of the candle, her expression even more dejected: "Not as good as Changfeng Temple."
She seemed to have just noticed the two people intruding at the door, and her eyes lit up when she fell on Feng Jia: "Do you have a cell phone?"
Feng Jia came back to his senses from his brief shock, frowned, and his heart sank a little bit.
There is no chance of winning.
Her intuition told her so.
Although he didn't sense any resentment from the female ghost in front of him, it was precisely this that made her even more terrifying.
Feng Jia quietly mobilized all his spiritual power, waiting for a fierce battle, but then he heard Meng Caiyun speak.
Meng Caiyun had a look on his face that said, "Long Zhu? You didn't come here just to get the incense and candles, did you?"
Long Zhu nodded and sighed, "It's a pity there's always one missing."
Meng Caiyun was silent: "Actually, I know a friend who knows about this. I think she can help."
Long Zhu blinked: "Really?"
Meng Caiyun coughed and crossed his arms: "Of course there are conditions."
Hahahaha, if you don’t take advantage of such a good deal now, when will you? !
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