"Okay, don't say such useless words." Li Leping glanced at the incompetent and furious Lu Sheng.
Lu Sheng scratched the back of his head and said impatiently: "Then tell me what to do."
"What should we do?" Li Leping said, "This old man is obviously obsessed with money. If that's the case, then you can spend money to eliminate the trouble. Give him three to five hundred, and he will designate you as his biological father."
"Me?" Lu Sheng pointed at himself in disbelief.
"What else?" Li Leping pretended to look around and saw not a single pedestrian on the not-so-wide cement road.
Lu Sheng covered his pocket and said a little sadly: "Then why don't you pay for it? All this is my hard-earned money, I have sacrificed my life for it. I have seniors and juniors, how can you bear it? Your conscience
Won’t it hurt?”
"I didn't bring any money." Li Leping spread his hands and said confidently.
"You have no money?" Lu Sheng's eyes suddenly widened and he was furious.
When you put the golden pistol to my head, why didn't you say you had no money?
Of course, he dared not speak out in his heart. Lu Sheng only dared to complain with sad eyes: "Then you dared to put a gun to my eyebrow just now, why don't you put a gun to his head now?"
"Okay, I don't need to lie to you. I really didn't bring a few banknotes with me when I came out this time."
With no other choice, he could only shrink back and look at Li Leping.
But at this moment.
The corner of Lu Sheng's mouth twitched, and then he handed over the three hundred yuan he had taken out earlier: "Uncle, I had a bad attitude just now. Please forgive me. You see, this is a little bit of our thoughts."
Suddenly.
"Hiss..." Li Leping and Lu Sheng suddenly took a breath of cold air.
"Old man, we are tourists from the city. We would like to ask you about the 'falling into the water' you just mentioned. What exactly happened?" Lu Sheng continued to ask.
Immediately, Lao Zhao's eyes turned red, and he ran in one direction without caring about anything else.
"Deal." Lu Sheng's eyes lit up instantly.
"Haha, young man, you are too polite. What do you want to ask? Just ask, old man, I will answer all your questions." Calmly, the old man put the note into his pocket.
The driver, who was in his fifties, was in a daze, and rushed out immediately after reacting, without even glancing at the banknotes in Lu Sheng's hand.
Lu Sheng watched as Old Zhao jumped past him, but he couldn't stop him. Seeing that the person had disappeared, he could only look at Li Leping and said.
With the power of money as the foundation, Lu Sheng asked directly: "Uncle, I still have the same question as before. Just now you said that Lao Zhao's grandson drowned. What happened?"
"Strange things?" The old man thought for a while, then shook his head, "I haven't heard of any strange things."
Li Leping gave him a look and asked him to ask the sixty-year-old man what happened.
"You have a kind heart? Then have I offended you in any way?" Lu Sheng's face darkened.
"Alas." The old man sighed with some regret, "This kid is playful by nature. If nothing happens, he will go to the river in groups of three or five to catch fish. But for some reason, something happened today. He probably slipped in accidentally.
Well, plus the weather is cold, there will be no more people."
"Old Zhao! It's not good! Your grandson fell into the water!"
"With the pistol pressed against his forehead, I don't believe he won't answer all questions. He must be more filial to you than your grandson."
The market price of a golden bullet is about 100,000, so this business is a huge profit.
"What's going on?! What's going on!" The driver, Zhao, immediately ran to the old man, grabbed his shoulders and asked loudly.
Li Leping glanced at him helplessly and felt that Lu Sheng was really a reckless man. How could he get straight to the point and ask if there was anything haunted in the village?
However, Li Leping still took the baton and stepped forward and asked: "Hey, uncle, has anything strange happened in Qingshi Village recently?"
"Well, that's really a pity," Lu Sheng pursed his lips, and finally decided to get straight to the point: "Then I would like to ask, are there any rumors of hauntings in your Bluestone Village?"
Li Leping saw that the middle-aged driver in his fifties had already unloaded a batch of goods and was walking out of the house. He didn't want to waste time here, so he said directly: "I'll just let you pay in advance.
After this matter is over, I will give you a golden bullet as reward."
"Haunted?" The uncle was obviously startled and looked at Lu Sheng as if he were looking at stupid coins.
"Um..." Lu Sheng was speechless and couldn't explain it in detail to the old man, so he made up an excuse, "I just asked casually and took it as inspiration."
"It's right by the river. You, hurry up and go there." The old man was panting. It must be that he was a little tired from walking all the way, and it was a little difficult to speak at this moment.
The people in Qingshi Village are really terrifying.
Li Leping looked at Lu Sheng and said calmly: "I am a kind-hearted person. He is an ordinary person. He has neither offended me nor broken the law. Why should I point a gun at him?"
"It's autumn, so no one can go swimming in the river."
"Xie Te, what should we do now?"
The old man glanced at him, a look of caution flashed across his face, as if he didn't want to talk to him, an outsider in the village.
An old man in his sixties ran towards this side with a cane and an anxious look on his face.
But after all, he was paid, so the uncle still replied: "In this wilderness, if you wander around for nothing, you might be able to find someone's grave. Every year, people say it is haunted, but I have stayed here all my life."
You haven’t seen anything yet? You young man, you look so tall, how can you still believe this?”
"No, but you are a ghost controller. I don't have any good impressions of ghost controllers. In addition, ghost controllers themselves are unstable factors, so it is normal for me to point a gun at you."
When the old man saw the three hundred yuan, the corner of his mouth instantly raised, and then his face became stern again, but the movements of his hands were extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the three banknotes in Lu Sheng's hand disappeared.
Lu Sheng understood and walked over to say hello: "Uncle, what happened?"
"This is a matter in our village and has nothing to do with you outsiders," the old man replied unwelcomely.
The next moment, he took out his wallet from his pocket, took out three hundred yuan, and then walked towards the driver, looking like an old acquaintance. Those who didn't know better thought that he and the fifty-year-old driver were dating.
acquaintance.
Li Leping asked: "Has anyone in the village died recently, or disappeared?"
"Dead?" The old man raised his head slightly, as if recalling it carefully, and then shook his head, "There haven't been many funerals in the village recently. If you don't count Lao Zhao's poor grandson, then no one has died."
"but……"
Suddenly, the old man gasped and said, "If you want to say that he is missing, it seems that there is really one."