The old locust tree swayed gently, and Lin Qian sat on the steps under the old locust tree with an expressionless face.

Just looking at the old man quietly, the moonlight reflected through the shadow of the locust tree, pale and beautiful.

"Young man, why don't you speak? Do you think the old man is verbose?"

"Sigh...you are like this when you get older, young man, you have to understand."

The old man sighed, walked to the black cloth hanging under the old locust tree, rubbed his hands, then walked to the small house and knocked on the door. After waiting for two minutes, he opened the door.

As soon as the door to the room opened, Lin Qian frowned, and a red umbrella appeared in his hand, ready to slash behind him at any time.

As the door opened, a huge mastiff with fierce eyes stepped out of the door.

Surrounded by darkness, an extremely strong smell of corpses emanated from the mastiff.

"Corpse dog? Did you raise it, old man?"

Lin Qian's eyes flashed, this thing was actually a ghost, a very terrifying ghost.

As soon as he heard Lin Qian's words, the old man immediately became unhappy:

"What corpse dog? This is Xiao Hei! She is a Tibetan Mastiff! She is a mastiff, not a dog!"

The old man was a little unhappy with what Lin Qian said. He reached out and stroked the mastiff's head, then sat down in front of the door and looked at Lin Qian with an unhappy expression.

Lin Qian nodded and stared at the terrifying mastiff:

"Don't let it stare at me, I'm afraid I'll eat it."

"Young man, how could you have the idea of ​​eating her? She is the old man's friend and has been with him for decades. How can you bear to eat her?"

The old man looked at Lin Qian sadly, but he still reached out his hand and patted the black-haired Tibetan Mastiff on the head to signal her not to be so hostile.

The Tibetan Mastiff seemed to listen to the old man's words and just lay down quietly. But even so, the Tibetan Mastiff lying down was taller than the old man.

"Young man, put the thing in your hand away. That thing is too fierce. The old man is scared."

Lin Qian took a deep breath, took back the red umbrella, and was too lazy to talk to the old man.

This old man is really verbose. I don’t know whether he has been like this since he was a child or whether he is like this when he is old.

Lin Qian silently lit a cigarette, leaned against the old locust tree, raised his head and looked at the bright moon, just looking at it quietly.

Don't worry, there's still one day left, the coffin won't come out until tomorrow, we'll take a look then.

There are no ghost masters who can go down the Yellow River, especially in the middle and upper reaches. Ordinary people can go down, and the water quality is good, and they may be able to swim up on their own.

But if the Ghost Controller goes down, just sink to the bottom and then come up step by step.

This big river was so scary that he didn't even dare to go down to play.

Once you are trapped inside, you will definitely not be able to get out for a while, and you will never die. Even ordinary ghost masters will not die, but it is troublesome.

The smoke was filling the air. When the old man saw this scene, he licked his mouth, as if he was a little greedy. However, he did not ask for it, but took out a dry tobacco stick from his pocket.

Following the old man's action, the mastiff lying next to him also used its paws to take out a tobacco stick from somewhere.

Then he put it in his mouth. The old man seemed to have become accustomed to it. He first rolled up dry cigarettes for himself, and then rolled up dry cigarettes for Nao Quan.

Next, the old man took out a match and lit the smoke for the mastiff first.

And the mastiff actually used its paws to help block the wind.

Then, one person and one dog smoked dry cigarettes there, and the smoke was filled. Not to mention, the Tibetan Mastiff smoked in style.

The old man glanced sideways at Lin Qian, as if to say, see, this is professional...

Lin Qian was smoking a cigarette with an expressionless face, not bothering to look at these two things. Good guy, the smoking things are made of the bones of ghosts.

It’s okay for an old man to smoke. A dog can also smoke. If it’s an ordinary dog, it’s okay, but this is a cadaver dog.

Lin Qian was silent, looking at the pink in the smoke in front of him, he was thinking, should he also get a dog to keep?

"Young man, do you want to try this? The old man's dry tobacco is specially made."

"It uses ghost grass from deep in the Yellow River, then it is dried with ghost fire, and then fried with ghost stone. It tastes very good. Do you want to try it?"

"Old man, most ghost controllers don't dare to smoke this thing. If you do it, you will die. The old man thinks that you are not a human being. You should be fine."

The old man looked at the rosy pink floating on Lin Qian's head. He would be lying if he said he wasn't jealous. In the eyes of ordinary people, it might just be a bunch of colored smoke.

But in his eyes, the smoke carried the fragrance of peach.

Lin Qian glanced at the old man and threw a pack of cigarettes over without saying anything, just smoking quietly.

He finally understood that as long as he didn't speak, the old man would shut up after a few words at most.

But as long as you open your mouth, the old man will think you are unreasonable even if you don't say a dozen words.

When the old man saw Lin Qian being so crisp and clear, he immediately smiled and quickly caught the cigarette thrown at him.

"Young man is very generous, that's right. The young man finally behaved authentically."

The old man happily opened the cigarette, first handed one to the Tibetan Mastiff next to him, lit it for her, and then smoked it himself.

After taking a sip, the old man's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up and he praised again and again:

"Well, this cigarette is okay, not much worse than the old man's cigarette. Come on, young man, try the old man's cigarette."

The old man took out a cigarette pouch from his pocket and threw it directly to Lin Qian. Lin Qian did not refuse and took it directly.

Opening the tobacco bag, there is a bag full of black tobacco, and the ghost is looming.

Lin Qian did not smoke immediately, but put it away. He turned to look in the direction of the old man and saw the corpse dog nodding towards him.

The dog nods...

Lin Qian was silent and turned back to continue smoking. But suddenly Lin Qian's smoking hand paused slightly and turned his head to look in one direction.

It was close to the river, not far nor close to the end of the village.

There is a little light there, red, moving slowly.

It's as if someone is rushing with a torch.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qian was a little surprised. In his eyes, he saw a headless corpse, holding up a head burning with red flames, walking towards the front step by step.

"This is a human head lamp, and it is also a ghost lamp. It often appears here. The headless corpse is also a ghost, but the headless corpse is not dangerous."

"Only when it is freed from that head will it resume its own killing patterns."

The old man looked at the light over there and explained to Lin Qian.

"That head is very powerful. If an ordinary person sees it, his skull will catch fire and he will die. So this is why people go to bed so early here."

"I'm just afraid of seeing something like this at night. In the past, it was easy to say that it only happened a few times in a month or two, but it's different recently. It happens almost every night, and there are several of them."

The old man patted the head of the Tibetan Mastiff next to him. The Tibetan Mastiff stood up directly as if he was used to it. He was nearly 1.7 meters tall and had slender hair.

Ordinary Tibetan Mastiffs may not be as tall as this thing even if they stand upright.

The corpse dog finished the cigarette in his mouth in one breath. The smoke in his mouth was filled with traces of pink. The Tibetan Mastiff walked towards the light, menacingly, like a tiger descending a mountain.

The Tibetan Mastiff just took two steps and disappeared into the night. Within half a minute, the light not far away disappeared.

When Lin Qian saw this scene, his eyes flickered and he muttered:

"That's why a biting dog doesn't bark."

Lin Qian looked calm as he looked at the mastiff biting a corpse and a black head.

The Tibetan Mastiff bit the corpse and head, and walked back step by step, its momentum was oozing, and the aura of corpse filled the air.

The Tibetan Mastiff walked up to Lin Qian, and Lin Qian looked up at the Tibetan Mastiff, his hair spread out and full of gloom.

thump

The Tibetan Mastiff threw the devil in his mouth in front of Lin Qian, then turned back to the old man and continued to lie down.

The old man was not surprised and lit another cigarette for the Tibetan Mastiff:

"It's for you, she likes your cigarettes very much."

Hearing this, Lin Qian's eyes flashed, and she looked at the headless corpse and head on the ground. She smiled, grabbed it and swallowed it without any politeness.

"Human headlamps, this thing is not the source, no wonder there are so many of them."

Lin Qian licked the corner of his mouth and threw another pack of cigarettes over. The old man suddenly burst into laughter and took it happily.

He was not surprised that Lin Qian was a ghost eater, he had seen it from the beginning.

Lin Qian glanced at the man and the dog, said nothing, and stared at a place in the Yellow River.

There was darkness surging there, or rather it was not darkness, it should be said to be balls of black and purple flames.

If nothing else, the source of the human headlamp comes from there.

"Old man, what's the situation in the Yellow River? Who created such a battle?"

Lin Qian looked into the distance and asked this question.

Huang He's handiwork was so big that it was a bit scary.

Hearing Lin Qian's question, the old man shook his head and said simply:

"have no idea."

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To be continued...