Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Ye Xiaomeng nodded, “Yeah, I just heard that my hometown is dry and drought, so I came back to investigate, but I am alone and weak, you just happen to order spells, help me, let’s put together The investigation is clear, cut down Monsters, eliminate Demons, if you are afraid, just ignore it. “After that, looked at Ye Shaoyang with anticipation.

Ye Shaoyang reluctantly shrugged, “I’m not afraid of it, but if you want to cooperate, you need to understand it thoroughly. Where did you learn your spell …?”

“Oh, I’m Mt. Mao disciple.”

Ye Shaoyang shuddered inside and looked at her blankly, “Mt. Mao disciple?”

Ye Xiaomeng’s proud nodded, “Although I am not good at art, I am Mt. Mao disciple. What about you, which school?”

“I …” Ye Shaoyang came back to his senses, casually saying: “I am Dragon Tiger Mountain Outer Sect Disciple.”

Ye Xiaomeng’s eyes lighted up and he said, “That’s also very good. It’s just right for me to be a helper.”

Ye Shaoyang slightly smiled, “I heard that Mt. Mao rarely receives discipline. Are you … Inner Sect or outer sect?”

“I can’t tell you this,” Ye Xiaomeng’s expression flashed unnaturally, “OK, since you are Xiaoshuai’s cousin, I also trust you, then cooperate,” looked aside in a daze Little Ma said, “Yes, are you also a mage?”

“I … learned a little rune with him.” Little Ma squinted his head.

Ye Xiaomeng laughed and said bluntly: “He’s going to do that himself. Learn from him. I can teach you a little bit later.”

Little Ma faint smile, “Yeah, it’s good to follow you, but you are Mt. Mao disciple.” After that, don’t take a special look at Ye Shaoyang.

Ye Xiaomeng didn’t hear the meaning of his words, looked at Ye Shaoyang and said, “You came early, did you find anything about the drought?”

Ye Shaoyang’s thoughts fluttered, and finally she told her about the old woman’s cat-raising, but said nothing else.

Ye Xiaomeng listened, frowning for a moment, and said, “I can go back to my dad and ask, what else can happen to this old lady and her daughter?”

“No,” Ye Shaoyang shrugged. “We were just here for a day or two. What do you think of the grass on the graves?”

“I suspect that someone has framed our Ye Family, because there are only 7 graves on our ancestor’s tomb, and the other villages are all right. As for why …” Ye Xiaomeng shook his head. “I’m too confused, so I just sought You help, let’s find a way to investigate together. “

Ye Shaoyang said: “Although there are no droughts in these 7 graves, the nests of droughts must be below a certain grave, and they have to find it. After all, some people will bury the dead relatives in their own fields or other places, not only the ancestral tombs. . “

Little Ma heard this interjection: “There are several villages, say big or small, small or small, how long it would be if we walked every inch of land.”

Ye Xiaomeng said: “In fact, it doesn’t have to be so laborious. The corpse can only become a dry land before it rots, so the long grave can basically be ignored. We just need to find out who has died in the past few months and go to the grave Take a look to see if it is. “

Ye Shaoyang shook his head: “It’s not that simple. If this is really a conspiracy, the drought will be hidden, otherwise it will be discovered long ago, such as concealing the dead, and then burying the grave in a secret place.”

Ye Xiaomeng froze, and said, “Did you mean that the drought was deliberately created?”

“I just doubt it is possible.”

Ye Xiaomeng groaned for a moment, and nodded, “If this is the case, it will be more troublesome. I will go back and talk to my dad and think of a way. Can you take me to see that old lady first?”

Ye Shaoyang thought for a while and thought, “Let’s investigate her daughter first, and my original plan was the same.”

Ye Xiaomeng also agreed, saying that he had to go home to ask her father Ye Bo to inquire, after all, Ye Bo was the village head and knew the personnel in the village better.

The two sides left the phone. After an appointment in the afternoon, Ye Xiaomeng left.

After she left, Little Ma closed the door, and the facial expression grave said to Ye Shaoyang, “Why did she admit that she was Mt. Mao disciple so easily, is it really Mt. Mao Beizong?”

Ye Shaoyang shook his head, pondered then said: “She must have lied, but Mt. Mao Beizong shouted in the magic circle. She didn’t admit it so simply. 80% of her wants to blind me and make me think she It’s Mt. Mao South Sect disciple, putting it that way, she definitely doesn’t know my identity. “

Little Ma said, “You know she’s a liar, don’t expose it, and cooperate with her. What’s going on?”

“I have to get close to her to have a chance to get to know her. If she really approached me purposefully, it would be just beating somebody at their own game to see what she was doing.”

“Fuck, this ghost catcher is playing warfare.” Little Ma shook his head and sighed.

“I don’t want to.” Ye Shaoyang sighed, and fell back on the bed, “Damn it, every time like this, check to check, guess to guess, can you still be a happy ghost?”

At noon, shortly after eating, Ye Shaoyang received a call from Ye Xiaomeng and asked him to meet at the rice field in the east of the village.

Ye Shaoyang rushed with Little Ma, and when they met, Ye Xiaomeng said that he had found out the situation of the old woman and her adopted daughter.

“The old lady, surnamed Wu, was married to our village. Her husband has been dead for many years. There is an lonely old man who has a strange temperament. He rarely interacts with people in the village. She lives alone in the old village. Her daughter is My name is Ye Qiuling, who is from our village. I was an orphan since I was a child. I was raised by Mrs. Wu. I ’m under 40 this year. I ’m not married. I ’m an old girl. “

Ye Xiaomeng said, taking them in the direction of Ye Qiulin’s house.

“Ye Qiuling used to open a steamed bread shop on Jiji, but closed it a long time ago. She has almost no contact with her neighbors, and no one knows what she lives on, very mysterious.

My dad said that her relationship with Mrs. Wu was not good before, and she often quarreled. Mrs. Wu went to live in the old village by herself. However, since the drought, she has given Mrs. Wu food every evening. Many people have seen it, but she doesn’t talk to anyone, and she doesn’t know why. “

While speaking, when they came to the east of the village, Ye Xiaomeng pointed to a courtyard and whispered to the two people: “This is Ye Qiulin’s house. She has a steamed bun workshop. In the terraces on her mountain, people often watch it in the workshop. When it comes to her, let’s see if she is here or not. You are waiting here. “

After speaking, I walked outside Ye Qiuling’s house and knocked on the knocker, loudly shouted: “Qiu Ling aunt, are you home?”

No one answered.