"Song Wanping is indeed lying."

Xu Erniang suddenly raised her head when she heard this, her eyes were bright, and her hands were twisted even tighter.

Huang Wei smiled proudly and said, "The lies that guy made up are quite deceptive."

"Unfortunately, you can't fool me."

"I once read an ancient book that told the story of the establishment of Qiantang City. As we all know, a thousand years ago, two demon dragons caused chaos in Wuyue. After Xu Tianshi was ordered to subdue the demons, he built this 'Smoke Willow Painted Bridge' with hundreds of thousands of houses.

'Qiantang City. However, few people know that the two dragons are not monsters without origins. The first is the Dragon Lord of Taihu Lake in the past, which drove away the floods of Taihu Lake. The second is the Dragon Lord of Qiantang, but it entered the sea from the east and used the eyes of the sea to cause tsunamis.

Sweeping across the southeast."

"Feilai Mountain outside the city is the remnant of the mountain where the Heavenly Master sent strong men to move to block the confluence of the two dragons. And the sixty-four temples and temples in the city are all highlands where the survivors of the Qian and Tang Dynasties escaped from the flood."

"Therefore, if there is indeed an eye of the sea in the East China Sea, its location should be between the vast sea from Zhoushan to Ryukyu. But Song Wanping said that the eye of the sea is somewhere between Yizhou and Wanli Shitang, where the tsunami flooded

It should be Chaozhou, not Qiantang.”

"There is a huge difference between the two. Song Wanping must be lying!"

Huang Wei spoke with certainty, but Li Changan rubbed his stubble.

"How can we be sure that the records in your ancient books are true? Furthermore, the 'Osmanthus' has been involved in Luozi and drifted for many days. Maybe it has left the original sea area, but the crew did not notice it?"

Huang Wei shook his head.

"We are not the Lord of the City. What does the truth have to do with us? That Song Wanping acted in a flamboyant way and got a lot of red eyes. All we need to do is find the flaws in his words and then write a complaint for Mrs. Xu and submit it to the Yamen

.”

He chuckled.

"Under three trees, what can you ask for?"

The light in Xu Erniang's eyes dimmed, she turned away and stopped looking at him.

…………

The two ghosts were driven out.

Of course, the elegant way of saying it is "the room is poor and shabby, not good enough to entertain guests". To put it bluntly, it is "if you don't have any news, don't come to the door, because you are thinking about my money"!

Two ghosts squatted on the street, and there were many pedestrians on the road, everyone running about making a living.

Li Changan: "A bad idea."

Huang Wei: "At least it's an idea, and it will work quickly."

The Taoist priest looked at him with eyes, and Huang Wei quickly waved his hand to beg for mercy: "Taoist Priest, don't be offended, I just tested the woman."

"Testing what?"

"Although the mother-in-law died of her son, she didn't blame Song Wanping who brought her son on the ship. At least, she didn't hate him. Isn't there something fishy in this?"

Huang Wei had a weird smile, and Li Changan rolled his eyes: "Stop gossiping, what does it have to do with us?"

Their commission is to find someone.

In the huge Qiantang, find someone who doesn't know whether he is dead or alive, or where he is.

It's like looking for a needle in a haystack, it gives me a headache just thinking about it.

However……

The two ghosts lamented at the same time.

"Silver!"

…………

Even though it is difficult to do, who knows that Gui Qian is short of ambition? For the sake of money, he has no choice but to do his best.

Calling the scholar, shopkeeper, and others, a dozen ghosts spread out and looked around.

Perhaps because of the "Ten Money God" or the "Ghost Doctor Lady", Li Changan's reputation was unexpectedly easy to use, and the ghost leaders of all walks of life were not embarrassed. Some of them, such as the "Knife-Headed Ghost"

"He also gave a lot of help.

But after careful investigation...

Li Changan and Huang Wei came to visit again.

"The two of us have visited all the ghosts and gods in Qiantang, and it is true that my son's soul is nowhere to be found."

Xu Erniang's face was dull and her eyes showed impatience.

Huang Wei quickly spoke:

"But we sincerely begged Master Shiqian for you. He sent a spiritual response..." Li Changan, who was standing next to him, said without changing his expression, "He pointed out a way to find your son's soul."

Xu Erniang looked suspicious. The "Ten Qian Master" he mentioned was obviously not reliable.

Huang Wei took a deep breath and sat upright:

"Have you ever heard of Fanke?"

"Dangerous maritime conditions, wind and waves, diseases, piracy and even vendettas all threaten people's lives. On a trip to sea, 12 out of 10 ships will sink, and another 12 out of 10 people will die on board. The bodies of the victims are usually thrown into the sea, but the souls can

Return to their hometown with the ship. However, not everyone's soul can be returned. There are those whose ship sank, and those who were stranded in the sea for various reasons. Their souls sank into the deep sea with their corpses, and their bodies were eaten by fish and shrimps, and their souls followed.

Drifting in the sea, they are more lonely and helpless than a lonely ghost. They are wandering in a foreign land, so they are called 'Fan'; they have difficulty returning home, so they are 'guests'. Therefore, they are called 'Fan Ke'."

After Huang Wei finished speaking, Xu Erniang's face turned pale and her body was shaky.

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Li Changan quickly took over the conversation, half questioning and half interrupting: "I thought fanke refers to people seeking survival overseas."

Huangwei: "After traveling thousands of miles away from home and wandering across the ocean, what's the difference between humans and ghosts?"

Xu Erniang stumbled. If she hadn't stretched out her hand to hold on to the wall, she would have fallen down.

Li Changan gave Huang Wei a kick in the dark, and the young man finally woke up from his show-off.

He smiled and said hurriedly.

"We happen to know a wizard who can summon the souls of foreign guests. But it is quite dangerous. Are you willing to take the risk?"

Xu Erniang turned pale and nodded.

…………

The wizard mentioned by Huangwei's surname is Qin. He claims to be the thirteenth in his family, so those who are familiar with him call him Qin Shisan. He lives in Yingchaofang.

The god that Qin Shisan worshiped was called "Dragon Son".

The so-called "Dragon Son" is not one of the nine sons of the Dragon, but refers to the drowned baby "sent" to the Dragon King by a family near the Qian Tang Dynasty.

…

Yingchaofang is a prosperous harbor, but not every corner is like this.

Leaving the port and wharf, leaving the tall buildings and courtyards of the business inns that serve merchants, and reaching the remote corners, the roads become narrower and muddy, and the houses become more low and dilapidated.

The smell of mud, fish, and moldy wood are mixed together. There are drunken men everywhere in the streets. The open doors along the street are full of disheveled women with indifferent expressions. A few children are stepping on them with bare feet.

Langni ran over, squatted down in rows by the wall, stuck out his buttocks and pooped, while a yellow dog "Ha Chichi" lay aside and stared closely...

Li Changan felt much worse here than Fuguifang.

Think about it carefully.

This is probably because the residents of Fuguifang are mainly laborers who come from other places to make a living. Even though life is difficult, they still retain a meager hope for the future. And the residents here are mostly dark women, sailors, scoundrels, and beggars. For them,

Tomorrow is a word that is too far away.

And Tan Shisan's residence is at the deepest part of it.

There are many strange strings of bones hanging on the door of his house, which are easy to identify.

Huang Tail came up and shouted hello.

"Tin Thirteen."

But there was no response from the door.

He heyed, raised his foot and kicked the door, leaving several muddy footprints on the door.

This was an immediate success, and an angry shout immediately sounded from the door:

"What a fool! What a hurry! Is there a death in your family?"

Soon, the door was suddenly opened, and no one showed up. First, a mouthful of chewed betel nut flew out, and then, a sinister-looking man with a face like a Shar-Pei dog was revealed.

Huang Wei was all smiles: "How are you doing, Master Qin these days?"

Tan Shisan: "Fuck your mother."

…………

Tan Shisan's shrine is a small house less than three feet square.

Burning low-quality incense, stuffed with bird and animal bones, cloth strips painted with ghostly symbols, and a mess of magical instruments and sundries, the altar that took up most of the room was covered with black cloth and could not see the sunlight.
To be continued...