C7 Mysterious Person

"So grandpa really is a Taoist!"

I was a little confused, because my grandfather had always been a taciturn person in my mind, always sitting there quietly smoking, never fooling anyone. I believed him for what he was, but I couldn't believe it when he was the only one who lied.

Daoist = swindler, no problem. Teacher said so.

"Grandpa is actually a liar!" I weakly shook my head and collapsed on the bed. I didn't have the slightest thoughts of roasting sweet potatoes anymore.

I want to go out and tell my grandfather not to lie anymore. However, if I expose Grandpa now, he will definitely be very embarrassed, so I decided to pay close attention to the development of the situation, and then find an opportunity to tell Grandpa about the power of science.

As I thought about it, I pulled myself together and started looking at my grandfather through the window. I felt that I had already taken on a burden that my age shouldn't have, just like how little Mei had taken on a face that didn't belong to our age — I wanted to persuade my grandfather to let go of his butcher knife, I wanted to save the villagers from ignorance, and then Little Mei would fall in love with me, and Little Fatty would definitely be my little brother.

"Boundless Heaven and Earth, Cosmic Bend!" A ripping, tender voice suddenly sounded from outside the door, jolting me from my reverie.

I looked out the window and saw a plump figure, wrapped in a yellow bedsheet, jump into the middle of the three corpses. It was Little Fatty!

He saw Little Fatso holding a wooden sword, stabbing the young man's body, his mouth chanting the incantation he had learned on television.

"Little bastard!"

Little Fatso appeared out of nowhere and used one hand to wrap around Little Fatso's neck, trying to pull him back. However, Little Fatso's obsession with ghosts had obviously surpassed his fear of his father, and he tightly grabbed onto the young man's clothes.

Rip! With a crisp sound, the young man's clothes were torn off by Little Fatty.

The old man slapped the back of Little Fatso's head, scolded him, and then pressed him into his arms.

"What do you see on his body?" Someone pointed at the young man's naked upper body and cried out in alarm.

I quickly looked at the young man and found that his body was covered with symbols. It looked like a word, but it wasn't a word at all. Maybe it was English. I remember the teacher wrote us an English word before, something like that.

"This is English!" Little Fatso quickly shouted, "Our teacher taught us how to use foreign characters."

This was a dispute over what was written on the young man's corpse. Most of the people supported Little Fatso, since he had gone to school before, and the village's Second Pillar, who had worked outside the village, also said that it was in English. He also said that the words written on it were "Hello, Gudeson", meaning that it was a good morning.

Another part of the village who had experienced the War of Resistance Against Japan said that it was not English but Japanese, because they had seen Japanese when they were children, just like this, and they did not believe that a good morning could be tattooed all over the body, much less anyone who could tattoo a good morning tattoo on their body.

And there was Boko, who said it was Spanish, which was why people didn't know it was like English, like Japanese.

Everyone was passionately discussing, but his grandfather was looking at the unknown text on the corpse with a serious expression. He then took off the clothes of the other two corpses. His originally sorrowful but relaxed expression suddenly turned ugly.

"Everyone, quiet down!" As far as I can remember, my grandfather was the village's head. He had a very high prestige in the village, and even though I seem to only choose the head of the village once, my grandfather's prestige in the village is very high.

Seeing that everyone had quieted down, his grandfather frowned and said, "Perhaps what we are facing is not as simple as the mutated Xiujuan."

Grandfather propped up the young man's chest with the dry smoke pipe, "These characters, they are not your language, but an incantation, also called the 'Soul' character. The 'Ghost' character, is a type of character that is specially used to capture Phantom Masters and Taoists."

"The incantations on their bodies formed a soul summoning array. It's similar to the Blue Lantern that everyone normally hears about, it's all capable of attracting the souls of the dead. However, the difference between Blue Lantern and this soul summoning array is like the difference between a Fire Rod and an K-47, it's completely two different levels of existence. Even if I were to set up this formation, it would take me at least a week to succeed. "

Grandfather puffed a mouthful of dry smoke and said with a sullen face, "The one we want to fight is not a mentally retarded ghost, but a person! Human beings are sometimes much more terrifying than ghosts! "

"After killing someone, he summoned back the soul of the human body. I think the other party was preparing some kind of evil technique, like the legend says that the mother and child soul flag was created by evil Taoists to kill a mother and son pair of powerful magic tools and then reclaim their soul."

After Grandpa said this, the crowd that had just quietened down immediately became noisy again. On our side, the respect towards ghosts and gods was very strong, and during festivals, we would always pay our respects to our ancestors, and even when we were sick, we would do things to drive away ghosts. People deeply believed in the existence of mysterious powers, so when they heard Grandfather's words, they were at a loss for what to do.

The families of Liu Pai and Wang Lao San were already crying, especially their wives. Previously, they had only been sobbing softly, but now they were crying as they threw themselves on the bodies of the two bent corpses. As the saying goes, to bury oneself in the ground and settle down is not scary. What's scary is that even if you die, you won't be able to live a peaceful life.

"Village Chief, will he continue to kill people?" A villager asked the question that everyone was most concerned about. The dead were dead, and the living still had to survive. So the most important thing right now was still the safety of the living.

"I don't know." His grandfather shook his head, "I don't know how many souls he wants to collect, but since Boss Gao mentioned that this Comrade Chen disappeared after being kidnapped by Xiujuan, then maybe Xiujuan is related to this person. Maybe Xiujuan was controlled by this person, so our only breakthrough right now is Xiujuan.

"However, we don't know where Xiujuan is either. When everyone saw her earlier, she disappeared the moment they caught sight of her." Someone said.

"Don't worry, everyone!" His grandfather waved his hand. "Although I may not be able to beat that mysterious person in magic, I can still find Xiujuan."

"But if you can't beat that mysterious man, what can we do even if we find him?" Although his grandpa said that he had a way to solve the problem, there was also the problem of this person's strength. According to his grandpa's description, his grandpa needed to set up a formation for a week and this person seemed to only need a day or two.

"No one needs to worry about that. As long as we can find him, then his strength is nothing to be afraid of. Since the Ghost Chaser is frequently in contact with ghosts, his body is a bit weaker than ordinary people. Furthermore, the ability to catch ghosts is not very useful for humans, so as long as we can find him, even if he is controlling ghosts, he will still not be a match for so many people. "

This explanation from his grandfather was like a reassurance pill for everyone. Everyone could not help but relax a little — except for his grandfather!

I saw that my grandfather's expression was not very natural. It was as if I had done something similar after I had lied. I knew that my grandfather was definitely lying.

Sure enough, the teacher was right. Daoists were all lies. There was also Boss Gao. Although no one was paying attention to him, I still felt that he was a little scary, so I kept looking at him. I noticed that his expression changed abnormal three times.

Actually, grandpa being a Taoist is pretty good too. If this is the case, then Little Fatty has to call me big brother if he wants to become grandpa's disciple. At least, Little fatty's eyes are currently shining as he looks at grandpa.