Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

"Old ghost, you can't tidy up your house. I can't even get my foot in if I come in." Guan Yi took Ding Mu's hand and carefully led him in.

The old ghost's gray hair looks like an old man, but from the back view, this person has a young and tall figure, with Zhilan Yushu, which doesn't match the gray hair again.

It looks very strange.

When Ding Mu entered the house, he only felt that this place complemented the disheveled hair on the old ghost's head: there were stones, jade materials, and various things he couldn't recognize the names of, and there was a pile of soil-stained roots in the corner.

The house has two bedrooms and one living room, but there is not much place to walk in each room. The two of them avoided a lot of things before entering what looked like a workshop.

"If you can't get down, you won't come." The old ghost snorted, "It's like someone wants you to come."

"What good material did you get this time? How much did you spend?" Guan Yi ignored his cold tone, his expression remained the same.

"No fee, this person paid the price for me, you sit, and you sit too." The old ghost casually took a business card from the dusty bookshelf, pointed to a bench next to the bookshelf, and let the two sit. people sit down.The business card was plated with gold and looked very stylish, but it still couldn't escape the fate of being thrown on the bookshelf by this man.There are many business cards in the same situation as this business card. They all look like people with names and surnames. One of them has the same name as the mayor of this city. I don’t know if it is the real mayor.

There are so many business cards, which some people in the outside world may not be able to ask for, but this person casually put them away and put them on the bookshelf to collect dust.

"What are you begging me to do here?" The old ghost reached out and took the purple sand pot from the operating table. Erlang raised his legs, leaned on the table, and drank tea directly to his mouth. Is something wrong with your family?"

"Indeed." Guan Yi nodded, reached out and took out the stone hanging from Ding Mu's neck, "What do you think of this stone?"

At first, Ding Mu thought he was just looking at the stone, and found him a red rope along the way, but he was so unprepared by such a trick, and was taken aback by the man. He removed the stone and handed it to the man leaning on the table with both hands.

The old ghost glanced at Guan Yi, took a sip of tea, nodded, and took the stone pendant.

He held the stone and looked at the light from the window. He didn't know what he saw, but he murmured: "Northeast corner, eighteen miles... the long snake is lying down, and the fighting is over..."

Ding Mu didn't speak, just listened to the man talking to himself.

In addition to this, the only sound in the room is the "da da" sound of the clock's movement, which is quiet and weird.

The old ghost read a few words, smacked his lips, and raised his hand to pull down the rope hanging from the side.

With the pulling of the rope, a round stone piece slowly descended from above, and finally hung in front of the old ghost's eyes for his convenience.

The piece of stone seemed to be about one 拃 long, with a centimeter hole in the middle, thick in the center, and thin around the edges, and only a rope was passed through the hole in the middle, caught and hung there, looking at the threat of falling at any time. .

The old ghost didn't pay attention to the reaction of the two people here, and hit the round stone with this stone pendant——

"when--"

The stone flakes made a long sound, deep and distant, and the sound of a cow's cry could be faintly heard.

It's like a cow's cry, but it's different from a cow's voice.

The old ghost glanced at Guan Yi, and the meaning in his eyes was unclear.

"Good stone, wear it." The old ghost returned the stone to him.

Guan Yi's mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he held back, and he only asked, "Is it really okay?"

"It's the good fortune of your Guan family that you can find such a partner." The old ghost took another sip of tea, "I think your grandpa can tell at a glance."

"What kind of luck?" Ding Mu was a little puzzled.

"The Guan family will be guarding the clouds and the moon will be bright soon." The old ghost smiled. This is the first time Ding Mu has seen this person smile since he stepped here. The smile is so genuine, it seems really genuine In his heart, he handed the teapot to Guan Yi, "Go, make me a pot of tea. The tea leaves are in the cupboard in the kitchen. Just grab a handful of them. There are too many tea leaves in it. Grab whichever you like, it's really impossible. Just grab a handful of each and stuff them in."

Guan Yi didn't seem to want to leave, leaving the two alone, but he couldn't find any reason to delay.

"Stay slow, go quickly!" The old ghost kicked the side where Guan Yi was sitting, and even the side where Ding Mu was sitting trembled.

Guan Yi had no choice but to pick up the teapot and leave.

"Your eyes can see ghosts?" the old ghost waited for Guan Yi to leave the door of the house, and asked straight to the point.

"Yes." Ding Mu nodded. He had only seen it in Yinshan, and had never seen a ghost with even one horn in real life.

"When was it born?" The old ghost asked again, "Winter or summer?"

"Winter." Ding Mu instinctively rejected these questions like checking household registration. He didn't know this person, and this person was not Guan Yi or his relatives. He didn't need to answer, but the other party didn't ask detailed questions. It's not good for him not to answer.

"Oh, winter." The old ghost pursed his lips, touched his beardless chin, and pointed with three fingers on his delicate face, as if he was thinking of something, "He He was not born in winter, he was born in summer."

He pointed to the door, indicating that this "he" was Guan Yi.

"Someone in the family does this." The old ghost's words are not questions, but statements, because except for some people who entered the Yin Mountain by accident, and those who can enter and come out, basically everyone in the family Some people do this business, "It's quick to make money by touching gold."

Hearing these words, Ding Mu felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't express it or speak.

"Child, let me remind you, if you really want to be with this brat, then don't get involved in anything in the mountains, don't even look for people in the mountains, and in the end, you won't go to the mountains again in your life." The ghost called him a "child", but his face looked younger than Ding Mu's, and although his speech and behavior were weird, he rarely looked old.

This strange temperament made Ding Mu think that this person might have lived for a long time, but he quickly dismissed this idea.

Because right after the old ghost spoke again, he said: "If you really want to go into the mountains and touch gold, you will separate from him, never meet him, and never beg for work with him at the same stop."

He paused, and then said, "Otherwise, you won't get anything, you won't get anything."

Ding Mu didn't understand what he meant, but the unceremonious words made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He took a deep breath, and was about to leave the stool, but was suddenly held down by the old ghost. His wrist was thin and white. , but the power is unfathomable, it doesn't seem like human strength.

Is this man really human?

"You've been watched." The old ghost patted Ding Mu's injured shoulder with his hand.

Ding Mu frowned in pain, and let out a soft hiss.

The next moment, he was surprised to see a light blue handprint appeared on his right hand.

It only appeared at that moment, like ink and wash, slowly dissipating and disappearing.

It is very similar to the ghost handprint that was caught on his hand when he entered the mountain for the first time.