Maoshan Ghost King

As soon as he finished saying this, the old man suddenly stopped, the light in his eyes dimmed instantly, he exhaled a turbid breath, and slowly closed his eyes.

When Ge Yu opened his sky eyes, he could see the old man's soul drifting out from the sky, and flying towards the outside.

As soon as the old man left, the Zhong family members suddenly howled in unison and cried.

Ge Yu has seen more of this kind of scenes. He has been with ghosts all day long. Life and death have long been bearish. Human death is just the beginning of the next cycle, and he doesn't think much.

This old man has lived a life of dullness and has done nothing bad. He will definitely be reborn in a good family in his next life, and he won't have to suffer any more in the underworld.

For the next thing, everything was a matter of course. Zhong Jinliang couldn't get away with holding a funeral and inviting guests and friends. Ge Yu had to wait for him in the village for two or three days, planning to go back to Jiangcheng with him after the funeral was finished.

After a few days of busy living, the father's funeral was finally over. Ge Yu returned the father to use a compass to locate a place with good feng shui, and buried the father's bones in the shady house of the blessing of his descendants.

On the night when Ge Yu and Zhong Jinliang were preparing to leave for Jiangcheng the next morning, Zhong Jinliang suddenly remembered his grandfather's death request, saying that there was something like a sword in the box under his bed.

This was also suddenly remembered, and suddenly felt a little curious.

Of course, Zhong Jinliang naturally did not believe what the old man said. In the few days before he left, his mind was completely confused and he couldn't believe what he said.

Zhong Jinliang just remembered suddenly and was very curious. He wanted to see what treasure was hidden in the box under his grandpa's bed.

Thinking like this, Zhong Jinliang went back to the house and came to the old man's bed. He crouched under the bed and looked for a circle. He really found a **** box.

This box looks old, and it is covered with a thick layer of dust. The box is also engraved with some primitive patterns, and there is a lock on it, and it is a brass lock that has never been seen before.

Zhong Jinliang didn't have the key either, so he found a wrench from the house and broke the brass lock directly, and finally opened the wooden box.

After opening the box, Zhong Jinliang was immediately dumbfounded.

There are only three things in the huge box.

A folding fan, a broken book, and a picture scroll.

Where is the Great Sword?

Where did the big sword that grandpa said?

It seemed that the old man was really confused, and he had to fool himself before he died.

Zhong Jinliang churned in the box for a while, and could not find anything except these three things.

In the end, his gaze fell on the scroll, so he opened the scroll carefully.

After opening it, Zhong Jinliang took a closer look and frowned.

There is a person on this scroll, and he looks familiar.

The long leopard head on this portrait, with round eyes, iron face and shackles, and the big beard grows around like steel needles. It looks a little scary. If you look at it alone, it looks really a bit Singular.

Zhong Jinliang stared at him carefully for a while, and quickly recognized him, isn't this the fairy Zhong Kui who can fight ghosts and exorcise evil in folklore?

How could there be a portrait of Zhong Kui in grandpa's box?

This portrait seems to be many years old, the paper is yellow, and I don’t know how many years it has been preserved. Zhong Jinliang estimates that this painting may still be a cultural relic, and it will certainly sell a lot of money if it is taken out.

I don't know why, when Zhong Jinliang looked at this portrait, he suddenly felt a sense of intimacy for no reason.

Afterwards, Zhong Jinliang put down the portrait and picked up a book in the box. This book is as old as the picture, and it is still a thread-bound book. There are a few words on the cover of the book, in archaic characters, Zhong Jinliang Do not know a word.

After opening the book, the text in it is more like a heavenly book, and occasionally accompanied by some simple strokes, the paintings are very rough, but each painting is very vivid and vivid.

As for the text in there, Zhong Jinliang didn't even know any of them, so he threw the book into the box again, and muttered, "What are these things? Grandpa didn't keep anything from before. "

Finally, Zhong Jinliang picked up the paper fan again, starting with a heavy hand, like an iron lump, he used a lot of effort to open the paper fan, after opening, he looked at the paper fan again There is nothing on the other side, but a lot of words are written on the other side. It looks like a word, but it feels like it is not. It is crooked, but something like a rune.

"This...what are these things, except for the painting that looks worth a little money, the rest is tattered." Zhong Jinliang shook his head helplessly, then closed the box again.

At this time, Ge Yu entered the house, walked behind Zhong Jinliang, and asked: "Liangzi, your family has been demolished and you have made a fortune. You are leaving tomorrow morning. Are you planning to buy me something to eat tonight? "

"That's natural, it must be good. This time it was Brother Yu who helped me. I will entertain you whatever I say." Zhong Jinliang laughed.

"What are you doing here?" Ge Yu asked curiously.

"Did Grandpa tell me before he left that he had a sword given to our house by the emperor of the Tang Dynasty under his bed? I just came over to see, there is a box, but unfortunately I didn't see the sword, it was just a broken fan. He was pitted by the old man again." Zhong Jinliang shook his head helplessly and said.

Ge Yu didn't take it to heart either, he smiled, and said, "The old man really didn't have a good head at the time, you take it seriously."

"Yeah, I thought what he must have said before his death was true. As the saying goes, people will die and their words are good. As a result..." Zhong Jinliang shook his head helplessly.

Having said that, Zhong Jinliang pushed the box under the bed again, and walked out of the house with Ge Yu, planning to call out Wei Xionghui to have a meal in the big restaurant.

When he walked to the door, Ge Yu asked casually: "I think the box is not small, so there is a broken fan?"

"No...In addition to the fan, there is also an ancient painting, and there is also a broken yellow book. The words in the book are like ghost painting symbols. I don't know a word. I don't know that Grandpa kept these things. What." Zhong Jinliang said silently.

Ge Yu was immediately alarmed when he heard the book that he could not read. He paused and asked again: "What is painted in that painting?"

"Just one person, Zhong Kui the ghost hunter, the paintings look like New Year pictures, and my family used to post them during Chinese New Year." Zhong Jinliang said indifferently.