I was thinking hard along the way, but I couldn't figure out what role Uncle Ming played next to my grandfather?

The only thing I can be sure of is that he has no malice towards me.

Also, since he is so confident in judging the authenticity of Qingyangzun, it can be seen that he is definitely not as simple as a lawyer. I really suspect that he is a native master!

But it doesn’t matter whether Uncle Ming is good or bad. Anyway, I’m in a difficult situation now, and I will get the Qingyangzhu even if I die!

After returning to the shop, I made a cup of tea, calmed myself a little, and then picked up the information and looked carefully.

Although the green sheep jar painted by my grandfather was only outlined with a pencil, the expression at first glance is still very three-dimensional. Even a layman knows that this thing is priceless.

I browsed the information, but after searching, I didn't get any unexpected gains.

Bang bang bang bang!

At this moment, a huge sound of slapping the door suddenly sounded outside the door, which scared me. Through the crack of the door, I saw that the fat man was standing at the door with a large suitcase.

"It's good efficiency, fat man!"

I quickly opened the door. I was a little nervous recently and always thought that those who lend money loans will come to the door.

"Nonsense, how can such a big thing be done without my Fat Master? Moreover, Pan Jiayuan is not easy to mess around, so he can only tinker with fake goods and sell them to foreigners. Staying there is also a waste of time."

The fat man walked in with the big suitcase pong.

"Carry it up quickly and go out with me. I always feel that there will be clues in my grandfather's old house."

After I finished giving the order, I ate a bowl of noodles with the fat man around and took a taxi to the suburbs.

Grandpa has an old house in the suburbs. After he got crazy, he would hide in this old house every day to drink and draw. There is also a cemetery nearby. To be honest, if it weren't for the fat man, I would never dare to come alone at night.

I parked a car nearby, but the driver was beaten to death and refused to drive forward, because there was a cemetery in front of me, and there were many robberies in that place.

"I said, Master, you fucked us down in the cemetery. Can you afford to pay for anything unclean when we bump into something unclean? If you don't drive today, Fat Master will chop you up."

When the fat man saw that the driver was about to drive him away, he became furious.

"Master, this place is not in front of the village or the shop behind it. How can you let us go? This way! You send us to the destination, and we will take your car after we finish the business, which will add twenty yuan."

I quickly sang aside with a blushing face.

"Okay, but don't delay it for too long." The driver's face was a little hesitant, but he still agreed.

After all, it is impossible to bring customers back now, and you still have to pay for gas.

As I drove all the way, when I passed by the cemetery, the fat man said, Dingdang, your grandfather is really good at picking places. I was so furious about this ghost place in the car. How could people live?

I said fat guy, don’t talk nonsense. You know the life of rich people. This is called returning to the countryside.

Five minutes later, we finally arrived at our grandfather’s old house, which was a three-story brick house with ivy crawlers outside, and a large seal at the gate.

Because my grandfather's estate is now in a state of freezing, the house has been sealed up by the court.

The taxi driver looked at me with a suspicious look on his face. I took out the key and shook it in front of him, saying, "This is my grandfather's house. I'll come and get something."

After saying that, I opened the door, and the fat man took out an emergency light from his bag and turned it on, and then followed in.

"Hey, you two, hurry up!" the taxi driver shouted loudly at the door.

As soon as we entered the house, we were choked by the strong smell of dust. The fat man said: Dingdang, you have no conscience, don’t come to clean it if you have nothing to do. Maybe one day your grandfather will have to sleep or something, how can you sleep in such a mess?

"Hurry up and do serious things for me. This house is not small. Look for any clues." I was furious when I heard it. The fat man had been in Panjiayuan for two years. I thought people would be much more calm, but I didn't expect that they would still be so unreliable.

"Dedede, I'll start searching from the third floor. You start from the first floor and wait for us to gather on the second floor." The fat man took out another emergency light from his bag and gave it to me.

I started searching with the emergency lights, living room, bathroom, toilet, warehouse, etc., and the furniture here has been taken away and sold after my grandfather passed away, so the huge house looks empty, and I can definitely see if there is anything.

I searched the first floor and there was nothing else in the room except dust.

Suddenly, I heard the fat man scream, and the sound was particularly harsh in the quiet room.

I was startled and rushed to the third floor with the lights. As soon as I went up, I saw the fat man squatting on the ground with his butt sticking out.

I kicked the fat man in the butt and said, "What's the fucking situation?"

The fat man's face turned pale and pointed at a corner tremblingly. I quickly shone the lights over, and the scene immediately made my scalp explode.

In the corner of the third floor, there are neatly placed one dead tablet after another, and there is a six or seven inches statue of the King of Hell in the middle. The scene gives people an indescribable weirdness.

And then I realized that there was a thick layer of paper ash on the ground, as if it was left behind by burning ingots during worship.

"Aren't it just a few tablets? If you have anything to be afraid of, hurry up and see what you find." I pretended to be calm.

"Li Dingdang, who is your grandfather? You see, you have a date written on these tablets, not even your name. If these thirty or fifty tablets are placed here, even if Guanyin Bodhisattva comes, you have to scare away the Yin Qi. Let's go quickly! This house is a cemetery at all, and there must be nothing else."

The fat man said tremblingly.

I quickly said goodbye, I picked up a tablet, blew and looked at the handwriting on it, and died on April 1, 1980.

"This day wasn't your grandfather's fight back then?" the fat man asked.

"No, the date is wrong. Strange. My grandfather didn't seem to have told me about this date. He stole Li Si's tomb in Shangcai County, probably in 1960."

I frowned and felt very strange.

The entire third floor was sealed, not even a window, and a strong smell of paper ash spread in the room, making my nose feel uncomfortable. Seeing that there was really nothing, I went down to the second floor with the fat man.

When we arrived at the second floor, the fat man and I found that there were even more frizzy things! The entire second floor was filled with wreaths, paper-made boys and girls, ingots, and soul-summoning banners.

The fat man said in a trembling voice: "Dingdang, your grandfather specializes in the business of deadly people, right? Why do you have so many ghost things? Can people still live in this room?"

I felt a little weak, but I still held on for a while and said, "Look for clues quickly. These things may have deliberately disturbed our sight."

Fatty and I turned the second floor to the sky, but we still found nothing. I unwilling to give up and tear all the wreaths and ingots and so on and checked them carefully, but there was still no clue about Li Si's tomb.

"After Dingdang, you'd better run away quickly! Just the few broken paintings left by your grandfather, where can we find this big fight?"

The fat man was so tired that he sat down on the ground.

I was a little upset, then lit a cigarette and took a few sips. Then I recalled carefully that my grandfather had not stayed at home for a long time when he was in his seventies. He moved back to the city to live with me until he couldn't take care of himself.

This room is the only place where he may leave clues. If he really wants the descendants of the Li family to find Qingyangzun...

"Oh! It hurts me to dig a trough. Why is the roof of this second floor so low?"

The screams from the fat man behind me suddenly pulled my thoughts back. The fat man's words made me suddenly catch something. I shouted at the fat man: "Fat man, hurry up to the third floor, there must be a mezzanine in this room!"

As expected, Fatty and I worked hard for almost three hours, and finally found a hidden mezzanine on the floor on the third floor.

In the narrow mezzanine, I took out a small black box.

I forcibly suppressed my excitement and put my hand on the lock of the box and opened it! (To be continued)
Chapter completed!