Lord Lu's little ancestor is a master of metaphysics

Chapter 528
The road became more and more remote, and even left the village and walked up the mountain.

Is there any treasure hidden in this place?
Chen Qiang followed closely behind the man, seeing the man stop and go, as if he was asking something, then he continued to walk in a certain direction.

The night in the mountains is always timid, the wind gently brushes the branches, rustling, it looks quiet and mysterious.

There are no lights on the mountain, but fortunately the rain stopped today, and the moon peeked out half of its body from the dark clouds.

Only then did Chen Qiang barely see the road in front of him.

I don't know how long I have been walking, the surrounding bushes are getting more and more lush, and occasionally unknown birds are heard from the dense forest, which is inexplicably creepy.

After walking for a long time, the scenery in front of me suddenly opened up.

Chen Qiang looked forward subconsciously, but this glance almost scared Chen Qiang to vomit. Not far away was a cemetery, and the faint blue flame was particularly obvious in the dark night, making it difficult for people to ignore it.

Although Chen Qiang knew that this was just a normal phenomenon in the cemetery, with this background, it was hard for him not to be afraid.

At this moment, the man stopped suddenly.

"Come out."

Chen Qiang was taken aback, is this talking to him?

"Ah."

Chen Qiang: ...

Does this man have mind reading skills?

Thinking about it, Chen Qiang still walked out of the bushes, one-on-one, all men, what is he afraid of.

But soon, Chen Qiang realized something was wrong, why was the man's chest pocket moving?

Xiao Xiaolian seemed to smell a familiar smell, and poked out a small head from her pocket, her mung bean-sized eyes rolled around, and finally her gaze fell on Chen Qiang.

He waved his little hand very friendly, 'Hi! '

Chen Qiang:! ! !

Lu Si glanced at Chen Qi'ang lightly, reached out and patted Xiao Xiaolian's head, and walked straight to the front grave.

Xiao Xiaolian smelled the breath of the mountains and disappeared here.

"It's really strange, this tombstone doesn't have any words." Feeling that the man didn't seem to be hostile to him, Chen Qi'ang came to the man with courage, and when he saw the tombstone, he couldn't help but complain.

This reminded Chen Qiang of the very famous wordless stele in history.

Looking closely under the moonlight, one can see nine monsters with strange shapes on the body of the stele, all roaring up to the sky, with extremely lifelike expressions.

The person who erected this tombstone probably wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sky, right?
Chen Qiang was amused by the thought in his mind, but when he caught a glimpse of the pink thing in the grass beside him, he couldn't laugh for a moment.

Judging from the footprints around the tombstone, no one would dare to approach this place, or even subconsciously avoid it.

Then whose thing in the grass would belong to it?
All kinds of Conan's modus operandi went through in Chen Qi'ang's head, it's strange, why does he feel that the bow tie looks more and more familiar?

It seems...where have I seen...

At this moment, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from the small road. Although the visitor had tried his best to control the strength of his feet, in this environment, any small sound would be loudly played.

Lu Si's eyes narrowed, and he dragged Chen Qiang by the collar and hid in the grass beside him.

The person who came was a man, about 50 years old, with a sad face, holding a bamboo basket in his hand, which contained candle incense and other things.

The man's purpose was very clear, he walked straight towards the two without stopping, and finally stopped one meter away from the tombstone.

After lighting the candles and incense, the man knelt down on the ground with a plop, and kept muttering:

"Chen Jia, Dad really didn't do it on purpose, but my younger brother is sick, Jia Jia, please go, Dad will thank you for the rest of his life..."

Listening to the man's words, Chen Qi'ang immediately remembered.

At that time, the video of looking for Chen Jia was very popular in Xuancheng, and Chen Qi'ang also accidentally saw it, and the bow next to the cemetery was the one Chen Jia wore on the day he disappeared.

But... Didn't Chen Jia disappear near the playground?
Hearing this, this man is Chen Jia's father?
And Chen Jia's disappearance seems to be related to him?

Because of surprise, Chen Qiang's peach blossom eyes widened, and then an unspeakable anger surged up, this man is really not a fucking man!
Just when Chen Qiang was hesitating whether to call the police immediately.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The sound of the wind, the chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves had all disappeared.

It was as if the surrounding air had been sucked into a vacuum, and Chen Qiang even felt a slight suffocation.

A dense black smoke suddenly surged up from under the tombstone, and then surrounded the man like a tornado. Before the man could even utter a scream, he disappeared.

Since the hiding position of the two of them was right in front of the man, Chen Qi'ang could clearly see the panic in the man's eyes that was about to turn into reality.

The wind is light, the birds are singing, and they are back again.

The black shadow drilled back into the tombstone again, as if what happened just now was just an illusion of the two of them.

Chen Qiang was still in a daze, but he felt the man next to him stand up.

And the little paper man in his pocket just now swelled up as if inflated, turning into a big paper man taller than him.

"You, what are you doing?"

As soon as Chen Qiang asked this, he saw the paper figurine walk up to the tombstone in a few steps, hugging the tombstone with both hands, pulling up the tombstone with brute force like a weeping willow.

What the hell!

Is this the legendary prying people's ancestral graves?

Chen Qi'ang couldn't help but sigh with emotion at his adaptability. He had seen so many supernatural phenomena in less than an hour, but he didn't seem to be as surprised as he imagined, and even felt like, oh, it should have been like this.

The tombstone was casually thrown aside by the paper figurine, and the dust on the ground fell down, revealing an empty black hole and even an artificial staircase.

Lu Si glanced at Chen Qiang lightly, and walked down first.

Chen Qiang was taken aback for a moment, gritted his teeth, and followed.

**
In the huge cave.

On the wall, above the head, and on the ground, countless black snakes were cruising and rolling on them, making a piercing hissing sound.

And in the middle surrounded by black snakes, a tall platform was built.

Cen Xue was lying in the middle of the table, a purple-red snake was swimming around her body, and the snake god was full of strange lines.

Wisps of white light like silk threads pulled out from Cen Xue's body, and condensed into a mass of white spider silk-like things right above her.

And Cen Xue's face gradually turned pale, and her already pale lips became almost transparent.

As the purple snake walked away, the spider's silk threads penetrated into Yin Shuisheng's head bit by bit.

And his face began to change.

The wrinkles and weird patterns on the face gradually recede as the silk thread enters...

(End of this chapter)