Sitting on the bed in the hotel, we talked from dawn to noon. Dahuang was a living person and couldn't bear it without sleeping, so he fell asleep by himself, while Xiaofeng and I were left to continue discussing the natural disaster.
Xiaofeng now begins to somewhat agree with my judgment. The real disaster seems to be the serious disharmony caused by Yao Guangxiao's cutting down Gui Wasuo.
At present, it seems that the real disaster has not yet come.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but start to have a sense of responsibility. Things in the Four-Nine City are basically my business, and if I am really the reincarnation of the King of Dragons, then the underworld of the Four-Nine City is actually my business.
My own territory.
Lao Mao went to explore the Fourth Young Master's home, but he still didn't come back until noon. I couldn't help but admire this guy. We came to Shanghai to find Grandpa Xiaofeng's whereabouts. If we can avoid causing trouble, we won't cause trouble. It's better for Lao Mao.
He stabbed someone in his old nest. According to Dahuang's report, Old Mao said this was the professional quality of a person who traveled to the underworld...
Well, I assume it's an occupational disease, so I won't ask any more questions.
At about six o'clock in the afternoon, Lao Mao called me and said that he had almost figured out the territory of the young master Han Feng who attacked us last night, and that this young master Han Feng did not like to form gangs.
So I don't have many people under my command.
Old Mao also said, since this guy treats us as weak persimmons and bullies us, we can't give in. We must let them see the style of the fierce dragon crossing the river.
Maybe the old cat was too frustrated by the intrigues and intrigues in the Forty-Nine City, and now he looked like a bull in heat, ready to fight at any time.
My blood boiled with excitement at what the old cat said, so I nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, since you've offended us, let's fight to the death. You can't lose your morale at other people's doorsteps."
Lao Mao smiled and hung up the phone, then sent me an address and asked me to leave in the evening.
After looking at the location of the address and making a navigation, it only took us about ten minutes to walk from here.
No wonder Han Feng came to make things difficult for us. It turned out that we were on his lips.
In the blink of an eye, at night, Dahuang and the others tidied up and moved towards the position given by the old cat.
It was ten o'clock in the evening when I went out. There were still pedestrians on the street, but they were already sparse.
The specific location was in an alley, which seemed to be directly connected to Gaoyuandi North Road. When I walked to the entrance of the alley, I saw two uncles, one on the left and one on the right, sitting at the entrance of the alley like stone lions, smoking.
Green Nanjing, the taste is not spicy, but it is quite strong, and it goes straight to the nose.
Xiaofeng and I are in a state of nothingness, so the two uncles can't see it naturally, but Dahuang is a bit conspicuous. He is carrying a big backpack and wearing sportswear. He walks and looks around from time to time, which is a bit in line with the architectural style of the residents here.
Out of place.
The one on the left of the two old men was quite enthusiastic. When he saw Dahuang walking into the alley with his head lowered, he quickly stretched out his hand to stop him and spoke a series of local dialects like a machine gun.
How could Dahuang, a northerner, understand what Shanghai was saying? He quickly shook his head and said, "Sir...sir, I don't understand?"
The old man was still kind-hearted, so he slowed down his speaking speed and said a string of words again. However, this string of words still sounded like heavenly scripture to our ears.
Xiaofeng originally knew some local dialect, but she could not talk to Dahuang in front of the two uncles, otherwise she would inevitably reveal that there was a ghost around Dahuang.
At the critical moment, the old man on the right took action and said: "He said, why are you, a young man, walking into this alley at night?"
The man on the right doesn't look like he's from here, he has a Shandong accent.
Dahuang chuckled: "Uncle, are you from Shandong?"
The uncle on the right is not as enthusiastic as the uncle on the left, but he answers all questions: "Well, I am a railway soldier. I came to Shanghai thirty years ago and have stayed here my whole life. You haven't said yet that I go to this alley to work at night.
Well?"
Dahuang chuckled: "What are you doing? Go in and look for someone. I have a friend who went in but didn't come out."
Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, the uncles on both sides were all stunned. No one said anything. After waiting for a long time, Mr. Shandong said: "Um...when did your friend go in?"
Da Huang calculated with his fingers: "I guess last night, I seemed to have gotten lost..."
But the uncle quickly shook his head and said: "No, let me tell you, there is a ghost in this alley!"
"Is there a ghost?!" Dahuang chuckled: "You're lying, right? What age is this, and you're still trying to pull this off?"
It was secretly funny to me that Dahuang was a man who went to hell, but he came here pretending to be an atheist, saying that he had no ghosts at all, what age... It was as if he really thought he had no ghosts.
The uncle looked at Dahuang and didn't believe it. He glared and said, "Oh, you little donkey...You young people today are too self-righteous. You think everything can be explained by science. Let me ask you, science really can't explain everything."
Can you explain it? Have you heard about the viaduct dragon pillar?"
We reviewed the matter of the Dragon Pillar not long ago, so of course we are clear about it.
Dahuang didn't say anything, but the Shandong uncle couldn't hold his mouth anymore and continued: "Let me tell you, when I was young, I was the leader of the railway engineering team. Whenever railways are built, whether it is in the city or in the mountains, this construction
On that day, you must burn incense and pray to Buddha, and statues of immortals, gods, and Buddhas must be erected at the construction site. Don’t you know why?”
Dahuang pretended to be a pure and ignorant young man, shook his head and said: "I... don't know?"
The Shandong uncle said: "It's because I'm afraid of evil spirits. If you don't believe me, look around the country. As long as we have 9.6 million square kilometers of land, there is no exception for any construction site. I have been building it for thirty years."
I have traveled to countless places across the country on the railway, and have not seen more than you little brats who came out of school just now? Do you think that because you have learned some math, physics, and chemistry, and have access to the Internet, you are qualified to say that our older generation is feudal and superstitious? Bah.
!”
Dahuang, a ghost hunter who has been catching ghosts all year round, was actually scolded by the Shandong uncle as an atheist. The key is that he could not refute it.
The uncle's firepower was too strong. Dahuang had already withstood the first round of artillery fire. Seeing the uncle clearing his throat and preparing for the second round, Dahuang quickly begged for mercy and admitted defeat: "I believe it, I believe it, uncle, I really believe it."
…Please tell me what’s going on in this alley, please?”
When I heard Dahuang say this, I felt really scared. What are you talking about? If you don’t support the old cat, I’m afraid the old cat will turn into a ghost...
However, the old man let go of the conversation and couldn't hold it back. The old man said: "This alley is very strange. All the people living in it are old guys who are over seventy years old. I have been here for thirty years.
Wow, I’ve never seen a family hold a funeral!”
I thought to myself, this is a damn good thing... Isn't it better not to have a funeral? Is it normal to have an alley where funerals are held every day? Uncle, don't you really have a mental problem?
The uncle continued: "Think about it, many families have lived to this day, at least over a hundred years old, and they are all poor here... Isn't this too strong? Also, just outside this place
There is an old lady named Hu in my household. She got cancer more than ten years ago and she is still recovering from it... But there is a problem, that is, she never goes out during the day and walks around at night. Many people say that she has become...
ghost!"
The entrance to the alley was already very windy, but when the uncle told me, it became even more chilly.
Dahuang looked at the uncle and said with a smile: "Uncle, please don't scare me. If you tell me to go, I have to go in tonight."
The Shandong man sighed helplessly, and the Shanghai man spoke a series of local dialects, but we still didn't understand.
"Forget it, I'll find out after I go in and take a look myself." Dahuang smiled and strode inside.
The Shandong uncle quickly grabbed him: "You silly boy, you are so young and good-looking, but you haven't gotten married yet? It's not worth it to put yourself here! Although you can save money for your friends
Insert the knife, but it’s not worth your sacrifice!”
Seeing that there was an old man guarding the door, Dahuang couldn't enter the alley tonight. I had an idea and walked into the alley. I puffed up my cheeks and blew a sharp breath towards the old man. I thought to myself: Uncle, I can just