Chapter 572 Feng Mansion
The evil ghosts are causing trouble, and the evil soldiers are killing people.
This statement has attracted everyone's interest. It is the first time I have heard of it.
Wu Dali saw the increasingly interested eyes of these young people and thought they were crazy, so he kindly advised: "There is something wrong with this May train. There are people on it everywhere. Ghost!”
“Every night, he comes back to seek revenge on the Feng family.”
"But it's not the Feng family who killed them. Why did they come back to seek revenge on the Feng family?" Fatty asked, but it sounded like they were cooperating with Jiang Cheng's acting and copying Wu Dali's words.
“Oh, do you think you are a human being?” Wu Dali looked at the fat man’s big face with a bitter look on his face, “That’s a ghost. What reason can a ghost tell you?”
“ Also, if the Feng family hadn't found the May train to send the victims away, they wouldn't have caught up with this, do you think that's the truth?" Wu Dali continued.
"Okay, I won't talk nonsense to you anymore. If you want to listen to what I say, you can listen to me. If you don't listen, I can't help it. We all meet by chance, and that's all I can do."
< br>Immediately Wu Dali took them to a luxurious house. Standing outside the gate, they could see the western-style three-story building inside.
Judging from the height and length of the fence, this house covers a considerable area.
There is a plaque hanging on the door of the house, with the two characters "Feng Mansion" written on it, written in a very elegant style.
It was only broad daylight, the door of the house was closed, and the stone lions on both sides and the pillars on both sides of the door were hung with pieces of white cloth, as well as flowers made of white paper.
Obviously, someone died in Feng's house.
I don’t know if the story was preconceived, but just standing at the gate of Feng’s house, they felt a cold wind blowing on their faces.
"What are you doing standing here?" When everyone turned around, Wu Dali had already turned into the alley next to him. Seeing that no one was following him, he walked out of the alley again and said angrily: "Such a big thing happened to someone's family, how do you expect me to help him?" Do you open the main entrance?”
"Also, you don't think about it, what are your identities? Damn it, come with me through the side door." Wu Dali had something to say in his mouth. He was embarrassed to say that it was Director Qiao who came in person. It was impossible for the Feng family to open the front door to greet them.
There is no way, who says that people have great careers and good connections.
In Greystone Town, if the Feng family wants to be the second richest, no one dares to say that they are the first.
But now.
Wu Dali tilted his head and glanced at the white cloth and paper money in front of the gate, and shook his head. After this incident, the Feng family was not just finished, it was probably gone.
Everyone is dead, and money is useless.
Jiang Cheng and others followed Wu Dali's footsteps and turned into an inconspicuous alley nearby. There was a double wooden door deep in the alley.
It is said to be a side door, but it is much stronger than the doors of ordinary homes. The wood is solid, giving people a sense of history, and it looks very strong.
Two paintings are attached to it.
One is Zhong Kui catching ghosts, and the other is unknown to everyone, but it shows a monk wearing a golden cassock sitting on a futon with his eyes closed, and then knocking wooden fish.
I think it is also related to praying for blessings and exorcising ghosts.
Seeing that everyone was here, Wu Dali took a deep breath, walked forward, knocked on the door a few times, and after a few seconds, said: "Liu Laizi, I am Wu Dali, Qiao The director asked me to bring someone here.”
I shouted several times, but there was no response from the door.
Just when a few people in Jiangcheng felt something was wrong, there was a strange sound of footsteps coming from inside the door.
How to describe it?
It's like a person walking on tiptoes, faster, but not wanting to make a sound.
When they heard the footsteps, almost everyone took a step back at the same time, leaving Wu Dali alone in front of the door.
But Wu Dali seemed to be fine. He was just anxious to come over and finish the errands arranged by Director Qiao, and then leave quickly to avoid getting any bad luck on him. He didn't think about anything else.
“Crunch——”
The door opened a crack.
The atmosphere outside the door suddenly became tense. Huaiyi, Chen Qiang, and Fatty Pi Ruan immediately moved closer to Jiang Cheng, leaving Lin Wan'er outside alone.
The fat man stretched out his hand and tugged on Lin Wan'er's sleeve.
Through the crack in the door, they saw a bloodshot eye, and the eye was located very low. The person seemed to be only a little over 1 meter tall.
After looking at it with that eye for a while, the door was opened a little bit, and a very ugly person appeared in front of everyone.
It was a man, leaning on a stick cut from a thick tree branch. One of his legs was not simply broken, or there was something wrong with his foot.
Instead, it shrank, and the right leg became only one-third the size of the left leg. It seemed that after he reached a few years old, for some reason, the right leg stopped growing.
The right leg just hangs on the body, shaking, not to mention how weird it looks.
The man known as Liu Laizi is also missing an eye. Judging from the scars, he looks like he was blinded by some animal. His nose bridge is collapsed, his nostrils are everted, and his thick lips are breathing heavily from time to time.
It seemed that walking from the inside to the back of the door took a lot of energy from him.
"Liu Laizi, what are you doing in there?" Wu Dali said in a somewhat dissatisfied tone, "We were kept waiting for so long."
"I'm busy." After looking at everyone, Liu Laizi spoke with a hoarse voice. It was mixed with sand. "These are the people Director Qiao asked to be sent here?"
"Yes."
"How many people?" Liu Laizi asked with one eye open.
“11.”
"Okay." Liu Laizi opened the wooden door tremblingly, then gave up his position and stood behind the door, "Come in." (End of Chapter)