My master is the coffin

Chapter 282

We originally thought that as long as we found the director of the orphanage, we could solve the mystery of my life experience. However, the director of the orphanage was devoured by a big snake, leaving only a piece of skin.In desperation, we could only walk back in dejection.Fortunately, I met an old man on the way, and he admitted that he knew where the old bustard was.

We meet up in the park when it gets dark.

On the way home, my adoptive father asked me, "Xu You, who is that old bustard?"

I told my adoptive father about the cockfight scene I saw at the beginning.Then he said: "Judging from his tone, he is very likely to know the inside story of the matter. Otherwise, he would not imply me like that."

The adoptive father nodded and said, "I just hope nothing will go wrong."

When we got home, my adoptive mother had already woken up and was cooking in the kitchen.

After what happened last night.I can't help but feel a little sorry for my adoptive mother.At this time, she saw her hair was a little messy, standing in the kitchen with dull eyes, cooking for a while, and staring blankly for a while.I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in my heart.

By coincidence, I walked over.Do something that has never been done before.I looked at her: "You... You are sick and take a good rest. I will cook this meal."

The adoptive mother looked at me with fear and joy.She shook her head slightly, then looked at the living room: "Go and rest, and entertain your friends."

I didn't speak any more, just sighed and withdrew.

The thin man patted me on the shoulder: "Brother, don't worry. With us here, what can't be solved?"

I looked at him gratefully and nodded heavily.

Wushuang sat on the sofa, drinking tea cup after cup.As usual, the adoptive father got into the kitchen and helped the adoptive mother cook.The two of them were discussing something quietly.The sound is very low, we can't hear clearly.

After lunch, we went to bed.In the evening, I will go to see the old bustard.He might be an expert outside the world, or he might be some kind of monster.We must pull ourselves together.

I don't know how many hours I slept this time.When I woke up again, it was already dark.

The adoptive mother obviously knew everything, she looked at us worriedly, and also looked at me worriedly.

This is the first time she has expressed concern.I saw that her eyes were a little moist: "Xu You, be careful."

I nodded: "Don't worry."

But the adoptive mother shook her head: "I'm not at ease. You have been reassuring since you were a child. I have never done such a dangerous thing in my life."

These words made me secretly slander: It seems that my adoptive father has not told her about my entry into the underworld.Or maybe even the adoptive father himself didn't believe it.

I pretended to be relaxed and smiled: "Don't worry. I have so many friends, I must be fine." Then I raised the phone in my hand: "I will call you when the time comes."

The adoptive mother nodded and agreed.

The adoptive father gave her a deep look, and then followed us out.Over the years, their husband and wife have formed a tacit understanding, and a look is enough to explain everything.

Me and my friend, my foster father.Walking in the night, walking in the lights of thousands of houses.My heart is warm.The loneliness I felt as a child was gone.

There are no street lights in the park.We came to the cockfighting place.During the day, the trees are overcast and cool.It's a bit spooky at night.

We sat on the bench, quietly waiting for the old man to appear.

The four of us cultivators held a mahogany sword in our hands.Sit upright on the bench.The adoptive father looked at us nervously: "Xu You, I think you are a little nervous."

I smiled at him: "Don't worry. We are used to sitting like this, and when there is a little trouble, we can feel it immediately."

Then I looked at the abbot: "Abbot, tell my adoptive father two jokes. Relax the atmosphere."

The abbot said with a sad face, "how can I tell jokes?"

The sloppy Taoist laughed and said, "You're living like a joke. Isn't that hard to say?"

When the sloppy Taoist said this, Wushuang also burst out laughing.We were so tense that we began to relax.

After a while, I heard a low voice calling: "Is that you?"

My heart moved: "The old man is here? No, why is this voice a little young?"

I was about to answer when suddenly a woman from another direction said, "Let's stop here, there are people here."

Their voices are very soft, and if they are not cultivators, they will definitely not be able to hear them.

Wushuang looked over there curiously, and said to me: "These two people don't sleep most of the night, what are you doing in this dark park?"

The abbot laughed preemptively: "Wu Shuang, you better stop asking, lest Xu You abduct you here in two days."

Wushuang asked in surprise, "Why? What do you mean?"

I waved my hand: "Okay, now is not the time to talk about this."

We sat in chairs for a few minutes.In the distance, a spot of light appeared in front of him, like the light of a flashlight.

Then, the beam of light shone on us, strafing back and forth for a long time.

This action is very rude, but I endured it.Because my intuition told me that the owner of this flashlight was the old man. Sure enough, after a few minutes, I heard his voice: "Is it you?"

I stood up and said to his flashlight, "It's us."

The old man put away his flashlight and rubbed his hands together excitedly: "I'm still worried on the way. What if you young people suddenly want to play tricks on me. Let's go now?"

I nodded: "You lead the way."

The old man turned off the light and explained to me: "I can't turn on the light, and I can't find it if I turn on the light."

Then he waved at us.We follow behind him.

As the old man walked, he muttered in his mouth: "This street lamp is broken. That's right, turn here. There is a building here, yes, yes, it is here."

We followed him and transformed almost the entire western urban area.Everyone was exhausted.The old man didn't know whether it was because he was growing old and strong, or because his belief in wanting to get a black chicken supported him, but he actually walked in a hale and hearty way.

Gradually, we walked more and more desolate, and finally, we came to the suburbs.

Wushuang looked at the old man with some vigilance: "The old bustard lives in the suburbs? You didn't lie to us?"

The old man said innocently: "I can't control where the old bustard lives? Maybe he raises chickens, so it's more convenient to live in the suburbs."

Ten minutes later, the old man suddenly stopped leaving.

I held the mahogany sword and pointed at his back: "What's going on? Why didn't you leave?"

The old man turned around and said, "I followed here last time. The old bustard went inside, and I didn't dare to follow in."

The few of us are still wondering, but the adoptive father has already seen the clues.He exclaimed, "Isn't this a cemetery?"

Wushuang was furious: "Old man, do you work for evil spirits?"

The old man waved his hands again and again: "I'm not, I'm not, I'm just a bad old man who likes fighting cocks."

Wushuang asked him, "Are you sure the madam lives there?"

The old man said: "I don't know if he lives in it, but I really saw him go in last time."

Wushuang didn't intend to let him go, and pressed him every step of the way: "Why didn't you say it just now?"

The old man said with a bitter face: "I'm worried that after I tell you, you will be scared and dare not come here. It's better to trick you to come here first. It's hard to get off the tiger, so you can help me steal the chicken."

Wushuang snorted, and then asked me, "What should I do?"

I thought about it, and asked Wushuang: "When we saw the old bustard, did he have a ghostly aura?"

Wushuang shook his head: "There is no ghost, otherwise, I have already felt it."

I nodded: "Then let's go in and have a look. The old bustard is not a ghost, he lives here, or there are other reasons."

I looked at the abbot: "You stay and take care of my adoptive father."

The abbot was eager for me to say this, and nodded repeatedly.

But the adoptive father shook his head: "I have to go in. Go in with you."

The abbot looked disappointed, said something in a low voice, and followed us in.

It was quiet and dark inside the cemetery.These tombs are all in a state of disrepair.Individually, the tombstone has fallen down.

The adoptive father stood among us and explained to us: "The management of this cemetery is very chaotic. It's a bit like a mass grave in the countryside. Not many people came for ten days and a half months."

(End of this chapter)