If you don't give up, I'd like to be your adoptive father.

Chapter 374 The haunted house
“Hoo, hoo, hoo~~~~”

As Xiaoyu called out, the wind became stronger and colder.

But no old man came out from the tomb, and no voice responded to her.

"My apologies, old man."

Xiaoyu bowed to the tombstone again, shook his body, and entered the ghost path first.

In the ghost world, she could only see the grayish-white scenery of the living world, that is, tombs and barren mountains.

"Yin Yang Dao, open~~"

Xiaoyu didn't shout out in a childish way, but swung the sword forward in the blink of an eye.

It was as if an invisible curtain appeared in front of him, and the sword blade cut open the curtain, revealing a hole that was emitting black evil energy.

Xiaoyu jumped into the opening and entered the underworld from the ghost path.

The "sky" was dark and low, as if it might fall down and crush her head at any time.

There is a black mountain at my feet.

It is more than 300 meters high, much higher than the barren mountain where Lao Yuanjun is buried outside, but the peak is steeper and the area it covers is slightly smaller than the barren mountain.

The entire mountain is gray-black, very similar to the Black Mountain of the Ghost King in the blessed land of Guaizi Mountain.

There are many "ghost trees" growing on the mountain: they are like thorn bushes magnified a hundred times, in clusters, with branches as thick as bowls, covered with dark red thorns longer than swords, without a single leaf, which is chilling to the sight.

Xiaoyu looked around. She was still standing on the top of the mountain, but the tombstone was gone.

As far as the eye can see, there is no trace of the grave.

She jumped lightly, and Tiger Tianjun's black "wind" swift magical power was activated.

"Whoohoo~~"

A black wind surrounded her, and she was like a god in the wind, flying quickly down the hillside with a whistling sound.

During the flight, she kept staring downwards, looking around for the tomb of Mr. Wang.

After a while, she came to the foot of the hillside, but did not see even a brick or a tile.

Xiaoyu was not discouraged and continued to whiz along the foot of the mountain.

She planned to climb the mountain in a different direction and search the east, south, west and north, and she would eventually be able to find the tomb of Mr. Wang.

"Hey, what kind of wild ghost is this? How dare you steal my money!"

She had just flown a short distance when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a middle-aged man in brown shorts. He had a thief's look and a cunning look on his face, very much like the gangsters she met while wandering around the city.

While carefully looking around, he quickly picked up the "Yin Banknotes" on the ground and stuffed them into his arms.

It was obvious that he was a thief, and he had stolen the money that she had just burned for the old man.

If a normal person saw ghosts picking up money in the underworld, he would only tremble and stay away from them.

Xiaoyu came whistling, lowered his altitude slightly, put his hands on his hips and shouted loudly at the ghost below.

"You~~" The middle-aged ghost was startled. He stared at Xiaoyu and sniffed him. The panic on his face instantly turned into a hideous one. The normal human face was twisted and rotten into a ghost face. "You, a living person, dare to enter the underworld and dare to offend me. I'm going to eat you--"

"Ho~~~"

Xiao Yu was too disdainful to put on a show of pretentiousness in front of this little brat, so he directly used the Tiger Roar of the Tiger Soul Seven Kills.

She herself did not roar, but a tiger roar came from her soul that could be heard and felt by ghosts and gods.

With her powerful mental strength at the moment, the farmer didn't even have the chance to scream. He looked like he was drunk. His body swayed twice and then fell to the ground with a plop.

The decay and ferocity on his face instantly disappeared, returning it to a pale human face.

When Xiao Yu landed in front of him, he stopped rolling his eyes and slowly recovered. Without any struggle or hesitation, he immediately knelt on his knees and wailed, "I am a little devil who has offended the fairy. Please spare my life, fairy grandmother!"

"What's your name, where do you live, and why are you here? Tell me the truth!"

"The ghost's surname is 'Wang', his given name is 'Hei Niu', and he lived in Wangjiazhuang before he died. The ghost lost money in gambling again last night, so he planned to go around and steal some tributes from his neighbors."

Wang Heiniu quietly raised his head and glanced at Xiaoyu from the corner of his eye. Seeing that she had no expression on her face, he continued, "From a distance, the little ghost could smell the incense. The old courtyard master of the Wang family didn't come out to sweep the money, so the little ghost had confused thoughts."

"Where is the tomb of the old master of the Wang family?" Xiaoyu asked.

"The tomb is on the mountain." said Wang Heiniu.

"Where on the mountain?" Xiaoyu asked again.

Wang Heiniu tilted his head and looked around the mountain. He said, "When I stood here in the past, I could see the tombs on the mountain, which were very prosperous. Today, maybe the old man went out to visit relatives and closed the tombs."

Xiaoyu frowned slightly.

According to this local scoundrel, under normal circumstances, as long as you come to this blessed land of desolate mountains, you can easily see the old master's tomb.

Now that the tomb cannot be found, it means that something has happened to the old man, not that the tomb is in some other location.
"Get lost! If I see you again, I will kill your soul with one sword."

Xiao Yu shouted loudly, and Wang Heniu got up and ran without saying a word. After a few steps, he turned into a ball of black smoke and disappeared in the gloomy wind.

Xiaoyu continued to ride the black wind, searching for clues around the barren mountain.

Soon she made a new discovery: halfway up the mountain, a coachman was driving a horse-drawn carriage on a narrow mountain road.

Xiaoyu floated over and looked at the coachman carefully.

He was about twenty years old, wearing a blue coat, with two obvious blushes on his face. His smile was unchanging and very stiff, his eyes were cloudy and lifeless, and his movements were very mechanical.

Even when Xiaoyu came to his side, he didn't even turn his head to look. He just pulled the reins to control the two paper horses to move in and out of the thorn bushes.

"An old horse knows the way!"

This idiom suddenly popped up in Xiaoyu's mind, and then she got into the carriage silently and let the coachman drive forward.

It’s true, you get what you pay for. The "Rolls-Royce" bought for ten taels of silver is different.

The carriage climbed the hillside. The road was very rough, but the carriage was so stable that it seemed not to be moving.

"If I want to go to Daqin, why should I go through the human world? I might as well spend a few dozen taels of silver to order an aircraft carrier and drive it directly from the underworld. Wouldn't that be great?" Xiao Yu was lying in the carriage, thinking wildly in his mind.

There are definitely no aircraft carriers in this world. But as long as you can think of something, a paper craftsman can make it out of paper.

If it is burned and sent to the underworld, it will become an aircraft carrier, but it is probably not that simple.

Xiaoyu remembered what Wang Heiniu had said before: I smell the scent of incense.

The scent of incense comes from the faith of all living beings.

The burning of paper objects that become "real things" in the underworld must involve certain Shinto rules.

Do aircraft carriers exist in the beliefs of all living beings?
Her thoughts alone would probably hardly affect the rules of Shinto.

"Squeak~~" The wheels of the car stopped suddenly, followed by a rustling sound, and soon it was quiet outside.

Xiaoyu stuck his head out and saw the carriage parked outside a farmhouse.

That house is so lively!
There is a large threshing floor outside the gate, which is about half the size of a football field.

Outside the threshing ground is a stone bridge about three or four meters long. The sound of flowing water can be heard from afar under the bridge.

The carriage must have crossed the stone bridge before arriving outside the house.

There are several old willow trees planted outside the gate, and under the shade of the willow branches is a whitewashed brick wall.

The wall is half a zhang high, and you can see the clean brick and tile houses inside without having to stand on tiptoe.

Directly opposite Xiaoyu was the Ruyi Gate with a tall gate tower.

The carriage stopped at the door, and the coachman placed himself next to the carriage like a puppet, with a creepy smile on his rosy face.

"It's so real that I can't tell the difference."

Xiaoyu vaguely felt that the surrounding scenes were all illusions, but what he saw and felt seemed extremely real, which was very strange.

"Knock, knock, knock!" She knocked on the door knocker gently several times.

"Squeak~~~" The red lacquered wooden door opened inward, and a paper maid appeared behind the door.

Like the coachman, the maid had two smudges of blush on her pale face and her smile remained unchanged, which looked very strange.

"Is Mr. An at home?" Xiaoyu asked politely.

The maid was still smiling but didn't say anything. She just stretched out her hand stiffly and invited her in.

Xiaoyu stepped over the threshold, with the paper maid leading the way in front of her.

After walking for a while, Xiaoyu vaguely felt that the layout of the tomb was a bit similar to the Wang family in Soy Sauce Lane.

It's like a deluxe plus version, with a bigger yard, more magnificent buildings, and interior furnishings that can be described as simply magnificent.

On a gorgeous "dragon bed", Xiaoyu saw the unconscious old man.

The old man is already a ghost, so it is normal for him to have a pale face.

But her body seemed somewhat illusory and transparent, as if it was about to disappear.

"Old Anren, Anren, can you hear me? I am Xiao Fengxian."

The old man must have heard it, his eyelids twitched a few times but he didn't open them.

Xiaoyu grabbed her hand and felt her wrist pulse. He could only sense a mass of negative energy and was unable to distinguish between "anger" and "sickness".

"I'm going to take your old lady An to see a doctor." She stood up and said to the paper maid.

The paper maid had a stiff smile on her face and didn't react at all.

Xiaoyu wasn't asking for its opinion.

After giving the notice, she helped the old man up.

The old man is very light, like a cloud, and his weight is almost imperceptible.

Xiao Yu supported her body with her pure Yang internal force, walked out of the tomb quickly, and got on the luxurious carriage.

On the paper-man rickshaw driver's rosy cheeks there was an unchanging smile that did not move.

"Hurry up and drive the bus! What are you doing standing there like an idiot?" Xiaoyu shouted.

The paper-man rickshaw driver remained motionless.

Xiao Yu frowned, looked down at the jade bone bell on her waist, and shouted, "Xiao Qiang, come out and pull the cart."

Xiao Qiang poked out a yellow dog head from the dog treasure and said, "I am a dog, how can I pull a cart?"

"Take down the paper horse and you pull it." Xiaoyu said.

"Master, the wound from the bee sting has not healed yet." Xiaoqiang said.

Xiao Yu scolded, "I only asked you to come out and pull the cart, but you're not fighting with anyone. Why are you being so evasive? Do you want me, your master, to pull the cart?"

Xiaoqiang had no choice but to crawl out of the dog treasure, untie the paper belt on the horse, and put it on himself.

The carriage did start moving, but just as it passed the stone bridge, it became pitch black ahead and there was no road at all.

I looked back at the grave, but it was gone, only endless darkness.

"I told you, I can't pull the Yin car." Xiao Qiang shouted.

Xiaoyu had no choice but to give up her plan to go to the underworld.

She jumped off the carriage, put the dog away first, then supported the old master with her left hand, and drew her sword with her right hand.

"Stab!"

The Yin-Yang Road opened, and she took Lao Yuanjun out of the underworld and returned to the human world.

She actually left the barren mountain where the old man was buried, and was two or three hundred meters away from the foot of the mountain.

"The time and space of the underworld cannot be understood using the time and space concepts of the human world."

Xiao Yu sighed, took the old dean into the ghost road, and ran quickly towards Tianmen Town.

(End of this chapter)