Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Old Liu was stunned for a moment, put down his chopsticks, and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Xiao Chu, why did you go to Qingyun Mountain to hunt?"

"The nearest mountain has been almost cleared, so I thought of trying my luck somewhere farther away."

"Was it Er Gouzi who showed you the way?"

"Yeah, what's wrong? Uncle Liu."

"I knew it was this guy! This idiot is a loser, always boasting but not doing anything reliable. I'll have to give him a good talk when I run into him later!"

Chu Tian quickly excused Er Gouzi, "Uncle Liu, it's not Er Gouzi's fault. I asked him to take me there."

Old Liu waved his hands, his expression becoming a little serious, "Well, let's not talk about him anymore. Xiao Chu, don't go to that mountain again."

"That place...is not peaceful."

"Uncle Liu, what's going on? Please tell me. I'm very curious. If you don't tell me, I'll feel like a cat's claws scratching my heart and I won't be able to sleep!"

Old Liu and his aunt looked at each other, and a complex emotion flashed in their eyes.

"Xiao Chu, don't ask. Some things are better unknown than known."

The aunt quickly interrupted Chu Tian and kept picking food for him, "Come on, come on, eat more. You must be starving after being out for the whole afternoon."

Chu Tian wanted to ask more, but was stopped by Lao Liu's eyes.

"Xiao Chu, listen to your aunt, stop asking questions and eat quickly."

Chu Tian had no choice but to give up, but he became even more curious.

What secrets does Qingyun Mountain have?

What is the connection between that red skirt and the embroidered shoes at the mass grave?

Could it really be the same woman as he guessed?

Thinking of this, Chu Tian decided that he must bring the news to Hu Bayi and Fatty tomorrow and ask them to come quickly.

……

That night, Chu Tian tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

The desolation of a mass grave and the weirdness of embroidered shoes.

And the red skirt fluttering in the night was like a tangled mess in his mind.

He scratched his hair in annoyance, simply exchanged a pack of cigarettes from the space, and walked out of the house in the dark.

Old Liu’s yard was not big, so Chu Tian squatted in the yard.

In the faint moonlight, I smoked silently.

In the curling smoke.

Chu Tian recalled the evasive look of Mr. and Mrs. Liu during the day.

I became more certain in my heart that Qingyun Mountain must be hiding some secrets!!!

……

On autumn nights, there is already a chill in the air.

Chu Tian stood up and stretched his legs which were numb from squatting.

The words of Mr. and Mrs. Liu continued to echo in his mind.

Qingyun Mountain.

That red dress.

And that pair of embroidered shoes, all of this made him itchy.

Since I can’t sleep anyway, why not... go to Panjiayuan?

Just do it!

Chu Tian put out the cigarette in his hand, went back to the room, put on a coat, and then closed the door again.

When I looked sideways, I saw that the next room was quiet. Mr. and Mrs. Liu must be asleep.

He walked to the front door in two or three steps and closed it gently.

……

There are no street lights in the village like in the city.

At night, it is pitch black.

Every household had fallen asleep by this time, with only the occasional barking of dogs being heard.

Chu Tian thought, I have to go and come back quickly.

Otherwise, if the villagers see it when daybreak, they will probably be scared to death.

So he took a deep breath, jumped, and flew up lightly.

The night wind whistled past my ears, and the scenery under my feet rapidly receded.

Houses, fields...all turned into blurred light and shadows.

Chu Tian controlled the altitude and speed of the flight and flew towards the capital.

……

At this time, at Old Wang's house at the east end of the village.

Old Wang got up from the bed in a daze and walked out of the house with sleepy eyes.

As soon as I walked into the yard, a cool breeze blew.

He couldn't help but shiver and was forced to wake up a little.

He unbuckled his belt skillfully and went to the corner to relieve himself.

"Oh...it feels so good..."

In a daze, Lao Wang looked up and saw a dark shadow flying over the roof of his house.

“What…what…what is this?”

Lao Wang rubbed his eyes hard with his unwashed hands, thinking he was seeing things.

It's pitch dark!

Flying in the sky late at night!!!

Could it be... a ghost??? !!!

Lao Wang was so frightened that he almost peed in his pants.

He didn't even bother to fasten his belt and rushed back into the house, crawling.

"Mother! Mother! Wake up! Something terrible has happened!"

"Why are you screaming in the middle of the night?!" Aunt Wang, who was sleeping, was startled and cursed angrily.

Lao Wang gasped, "I...I saw a ghost!"

"What? You old bastard, are you confused from sleeping? Go to sleep!" Aunt Wang turned over and fell asleep again.

"Really! I saw it with my own eyes! Right in our yard, a black shadow just flew past from the sky!"

Old Wang held Aunt Wang's arm tightly, not daring to let go for a moment.

"Ouch, let go! It's the middle of the night, stop talking nonsense! Go to sleep!"

Aunt Wang impatiently shook off Lao Wang's hand, turned over and continued to sleep.

Old Wang looked at his wife who was sleeping soundly and sighed helplessly.

He was no longer sleepy at the moment.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I carefully recalled the scene I had just seen. The more I thought about it, the weirder it seemed.

"Could it be...Is it really that I saw it wrong?"

"But, there was clearly a black shadow floating over his head just now, and it was a... tall and mighty... male ghost?"

Lao Wang suddenly thought, didn’t the Ghost Festival just pass?

Could it be that the ghost missed the time and didn't have time to return to the underworld?

Maybe, it should be like this...

"Oh my God!"

Lao Wang kept shaking his head all night, trying to calm himself down.

"That's not right. Aren't those ghosts floating around? The one I saw was flying!"

"Could it be that... it's not a ghost but a god?"

"What are the gods doing here in the mortal world? Catching ghosts?"

The more Lao Wang thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

After all, these days, anything can happen.

He rubbed his hands excitedly and began to think about it.

If it really is a god, should I burn some incense and worship him?

……

At this time, Chu Tian had already flown away from the village and was speeding towards the capital.

He didn't know that his accidental night flight would cause such a sensation in the village...

Half an hour later, the outline of the capital city appeared before our eyes.

Chu Tian slowly landed in a secluded alley.

This place is not far from Panjiayuan, and he doesn't want to cause any unnecessary commotion.

Chu Tian restrained his breath, hid himself in the darkness, and then walked quickly towards Panjiayuan.

……

Panjiayuan, which is usually bustling with activity, was now quiet.

Because at this point, the ghost market has not yet opened.

There were only a few dim street lights lighting up the alley, giving it a mysterious feel.

Chu Tian groped his way to the door of Hu Bayi's antique shop.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

One, two, three...

No response...

Chu Tian couldn't help but curse, "You sleep like a dead pig!"

Then he increased his strength and slammed the door several times, "Lao Hu! Fatty! Open the door!"