Maoshan ghost hunter

Ye Xiaomeng's eyes lit up, and said: "That's pretty good too, it's just right to be my helper."

Ye Shaoyang smiled slightly, "I heard that Maoshan rarely accepts disciples, are you... an inner sect or an outer sect?"

"I can't tell you that." Ye Xiaomeng's expression flashed unnaturally, "Okay, since you are Xiaoshuai's cousin and I trust you, let's cooperate," she looked at in a daze Xiao Ma glanced at him and said, "By the way, are you a mage too?"

"I... learned some drawing symbols from him." Xiao Ma scratched the back of his head.

Ye Xiaomeng chuckled, and said bluntly: "He's just like that, you learn from him, and I can teach you a little bit in the future."

Xiao Ma smiled, "Yeah, it's good to follow you, you are a disciple of Maoshan." After speaking, he gave Ye Shaoyang a meaningful look.

Ye Xiaomeng didn't understand the meaning of his words, looked at Ye Shaoyang and said: "You guys came early, did you find anything about Hanba?"

Thoughts in Ye Shaoyang's mind raced, and he finally told her about the old woman raising a cat, nothing else.

After hearing this, Ye Xiaomeng frowned and pondered for a while, then said: "I can ask my dad when I go back, what else is going on about this old lady and her having a daughter?"

"No more," Ye Shaoyang shrugged, "We have only been here for a day or two, what do you think about the grass growing on those graves?"

"I suspect that someone framed our Ye family, because only the seven graves of our ancestral tomb grow grass, and other villages are fine. As for why..." Ye Xiaomeng shook her head, "I was also at a loss, that's why I looked for it. Please help, let’s find a way to investigate together.”

Ye Shaoyang said: "Although there are no Hanba in these seven graves, the lair of Hanba must be under a certain grave, so we have to keep looking for it. After all, some people will bury their dead relatives in their own fields or other places, not only ancestral tombs. "

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ma interjected: "There are several villages here, whether they are big or small, if we visit every inch of the land, how long it will take."

Ye Xiaomeng said: "Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome. The corpse has a chance to become a dead body only before it decomposes, so the graves that have been around for a long time can basically be ignored. We just need to find out who died in the past few months and go to the grave." Take a look and see if it is.”

Ye Shaoyang shook his head and said: "It's not that simple. If it's really a conspiracy, Hanba will be hidden, otherwise it would have been discovered long ago, such as concealing the dead, and then burying the grave in a secret place."

Ye Xiaomeng was stunned for a moment, and said: "You mean, someone deliberately made the Hanba?"

"I just doubt that there is such a possibility."

Ye Xiaomeng pondered for a moment, then nodded and said: "If this is the case, it will be more troublesome. I'll go back and talk to my dad and find a way. You take me to see that old lady first?"

Ye Shaoyang thought for a while and said, "Let's investigate her goddaughter first. That's my original plan."

Ye Xiaomeng also agreed, saying that she would go home and ask her father Ye Bo, after all, Ye Bo is the village head, and he has a relatively clear understanding of the personnel in the village.

The two parties left a phone call and agreed to take action in the afternoon, Ye Xiaomeng said goodbye and left.

After she left, Xiao Ma closed the door and said to Ye Shaoyang solemnly: "Why did she admit that she is a disciple of Maoshan so readily? Is it really the Northern Sect of Maoshan?"

Ye Shaoyang shook his head and pondered: "She must have lied, but everyone in the Maoshan Northern Sect is shouting and beating, she has no reason to admit it so simply, she probably wants to deceive me, making me think she is a disciple of the Maoshan Southern Sect , so she must not know my identity."

Xiao Ma said: "You clearly know that she is a liar, and you cooperate with her without exposing her, what are you trying to do?"

"I have to get close to her before I have a chance to understand her. If she really approaches me with a purpose, then I'll just use her tricks and see what kind of tricks she plays."

"Damn, this ghost catcher is already playing the art of war." Xiao Ma shook his head and sighed.

"I don't want to either." Ye Shaoyang sighed, and fell back on the bed, "Damn it, it's like this every time, check and guess, can you still catch ghosts happily?"

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

Ye Shaoyang took the pony to rush there, and when they met, Ye Xiaomeng said that he had found out about the old woman and her adopted daughter.

"The old lady's surname is Wu. She married into our village. Her husband has been dead for many years. She is a widow and lonely old man. She has a strange temper and rarely interacts with the villagers. She lives alone in the old village. Her goddaughter, Her name is Ye Qiuling, and she is from our village. She was an orphan since she was a child and was raised by Mrs. Wu. She is not yet 40 years old this year, she is not married, she is an old girl."

Ye Xiaomeng said while leading them towards Ye Qiuling's house.

"Ye Qiuling used to open a steamed bun shop in Jishang, but it closed a long time ago, and she has almost no contact with her neighbors. No one knows what she does for a living, she is very mysterious.

My dad said that the relationship between her and Mrs. Wu was not good in the past, and they often quarreled. It was because of her anger that Mrs. Wu went to live in the old village alone.However, since the drought, she has delivered food to Mrs. Wu every evening. Many people have seen it, but she doesn't talk to anyone. I don't know why. "

While talking, they came to the east of the village. Ye Xiaomeng pointed to a courtyard and whispered to the two of them: "This is Ye Qiuling's house. She has a steamed bun workshop. In the terraced fields on her own mountain, people often visit the workshop. When we see her, let's see if she is here, you wait here."

After speaking, he walked outside Ye Qiuling's house, knocked on the door knocker, and shouted loudly, "Aunt Qiuling, are you home?"

No one answered.

4Chapter 16 Dead or Alive

For the gate of a farmhouse, the door lock is generally installed inside, and there is a round hole on the door, which is used to put a hand in to open and close the door.Ye Qiuling's family is no exception.

Ye Xiaomeng reached in and touched the door, but the latch was not locked, so she pulled the door open.

"Aunt Qiuling, my dad asked me to ask you something..." He walked in while shouting.

Ye Shaoyang and Xiao Ma waited outside. A few minutes later, Ye Xiaomeng came back and waved to them: "We're not at home, we can look around."

"Is it suitable for this in broad daylight?" Xiao Ma was a little apprehensive about breaking into other people's houses in broad daylight. Looking around, it was probably because of the drought and people were afraid of the sun. There was no one on both sides of the road, so he talked to Ye Shaoyang. They walked into the courtyard together.

The main room of Ye Qiuling's house was also unlocked. The three of them walked in and looked around in the shortest possible time. The furnishings in every part of the house were the same as those of ordinary farm houses, except that the floor was dusty and there were many footprints. The bed was relatively clean.

Ye Shaoyang came to the kitchen and checked the cooker and stove. There was dust everywhere, and he couldn't help feeling: "Looking at the situation, I haven't started a business for at least half a year. Does this Ye Qiuling not need to eat?"

Ye Xiaomeng frowned and said, "Maybe she doesn't live here anymore, she moved to the workshop."

"Then why did she come back to sleep?" Ye Shaoyang said, "There is less dust on the bed, and there are footprints on the ground, which means that she will come back to sleep at least occasionally. So here comes the question: this is her home after all, even if she only comes back to sleep occasionally It's impossible not to clean for a long time, I don't believe there are such useless people in the world."

Xiao Ma scratched his head and said, "Before you moved here, the people in our dormitory were similar to this..."

Ye Xiaomeng nodded, and said: "This Ye Qiuling really has a problem, let's go, let's go to her steamed bun workshop, she might be there."

Coming out of Ye Qiuling's house, Ye Xiaomeng led the way and followed the cement road to the mountain. After passing the village, there were layers of terraced fields on the mountain, but right now it was a drought, and as far as the eye could see, the land was dry and cracked, and the grass was in pieces. There is no scene of green shoots and emerald green.

Ye Shaoyang sighed, and said: "Even if the drought is eliminated now, the water and soil will not be able to grow back within a year or so."

Beside some terraced fields, there are some small houses. According to Ye Xiaomeng, these are well houses. Because the water supply on the mountain is inconvenient, the lower places have deep wells to draw water directly. Of course, since the drought, these The wells also ran dry.

Hearing this, Xiao Ma wondered, "I don't understand. Isn't the well water supposed to be groundwater? Even if there is a drought, can't the water in the whole groundwater system be sucked up?"

Ye Shaoyang said: "Water seepage from a well is a slow process. You think it's a water pipe. The speed at which the water is absorbed by the Hanba exceeds the speed at which groundwater seeps out, and the well will of course dry up."

The pony was surprised: "So, the Hanba has been absorbing water for cultivation?"

"Nonsense, what do you think?"

Ye Xiaomeng glanced at Ye Shaoyang and said, "You seem to know a lot."

Ye Shaoyang pretended to be silly and laughed, "I can't do magic, but we have a lot of Taoist classics in Longhushan. I read a lot of books and understand a little more theoretical knowledge. There should be a lot of such classics on Maoshan, right?"

Ye Xiaomeng let out a casual "um" and didn't say much.

Ye Xiaomeng led them around the terraced fields for a while, then stopped suddenly, pointed to a small house made of bricks not far away and said: "My father said that this house is the workshop of Ye Qiuling's family. "

Ye Shaoyang frowned and said, "There isn't even a marker here, and the houses are all the same, how do you know?"