After a short rest, the two got up and left. Jiang Cheng did not find any traces of the Dongyang people in the vicinity. It is not clear whether they relaxed their vigilance or shifted more attention to other teammates.

To be on the safe side, they called two more rickshaws, took a long circle, and finally entered the teahouse again. After listening to a little local song, Jiang Cheng shook his head for a while, and commented to the fat man that there were stickers on both sides of the teahouse door. The couplet written by the author is exquisite, "the fragrance of tea is high, the quality of clouds and mist is high, the water is sweet, the soul of frost and snow in secluded springs."

The fat man knew that the doctor was just talking nonsense, but he was actually looking around to see if there were any eyes staring at them. Later, the two of them walked along the alley at the back door of the teahouse and came straight to Baomozhai while no one was looking.

Familiar with the road is not polite, the two of them sneaked in. Surprisingly, the old gentleman he met before was squinting and standing in front of the table with a smile, with an expression that he had expected that you would come.

"Both, please go upstairs, my shopkeeper has been waiting for you for a long time." After the old gentleman finished speaking, he bowed respectfully to the two of them.

Not sure of the old man's way, but the other party is a senior after all, Jiang Cheng politely returned the salute, Fatty also learned to return the salute in a decent manner, and the two went upstairs immediately.

Upstairs is an antique room. As soon as the door is opened, there is a scent of incense. The shopkeeper I met before has changed clothes and is sitting at the table at the moment.

Jiang Cheng was not too polite, as long as he came, he would be at ease, and sat down carelessly, "Shopkeeper, it seems that we will come back after you figure it out, you recognized the painting."

"You still sent people to follow us!" The fat man was very concerned about this.

The man was neither in a hurry nor annoyed. He first poured a cup of tea for each of them with a very elegant teapot, and then looked at Jiang Cheng with a sense of scrutiny in his gaze, "I heard that you have news about "Ghost Horse Map", yes ?"

As soon as these words came out, the fat man frowned suddenly, but Jiang Cheng seemed to understand something, and nodded, "Well, the shopkeeper is very well informed."

"Now that we have spoken, I will not hide anything. I have several friends who are very interested in "Ghost Horse Map" and Song Keli's whereabouts. If you are willing to help them, these are all yours. "The man spoke sincerely, and at the same time reached out and opened the wooden box on the table. Inside were bundles of cylinders wrapped in paper.

Tear a piece open, revealing a bright silver dollar inside.

Glancing at the silver dollar, Jiang Cheng looked away and looked at the man, "Why do you trust us?" Jiang Cheng was more concerned about this.

"I sent people to follow you and found that the Japanese are also watching you, so you don't look like their lackeys. Also, my instinct, I believe in the character of the two of you." The man said in a deep voice.

"Shopkeeper, you are still too aggressive. Once we pretend it, you will be in danger." Jiang Cheng reminded without hesitation, "But I am very happy, you are a person with a conscience."

The man was silent for a long while, with a hint of helplessness on his face, "Little brother, you are right, but I have no other choice. The situation is urgent. I have received definite news that this "Ghost Horse Picture" has now belonged to the Dongyang people." In the hands of them, they will be shipped in the near future and sent back to the island country together with other cultural relics."

"Once we let them succeed, we really don't have the face to meet Mr. Ke Gong under the Nine Springs."

Some naturally expressed emotions are difficult to fake, and Jiang Cheng has seen this in men.

"We don't know the whereabouts of "Ghost Horse Picture" yet, but I know where Song Keli is, and I can assure you that he won't live long." Jiang Cheng's voice was convincing.

"During this time, I will try my best to find the whereabouts of "Ghost Horse Picture", but I came today to find out the background of this picture. I heard some rumors, it seems that this painting..." Jiang Cheng carefully considered his words, "Some eccentric."

Mentioning this painting, the man's face gradually turned serious, "I haven't seen this painting with my own eyes, but there are rumors about this painting, saying that it is an evil ghost painting that can penetrate yin and yang. Two realms."

"It is said that the horse on the painting is not an ordinary horse, but a ghost horse from the underworld. The ghost horse has a huge body, ears and one eye. It is responsible for pulling the prison cart and guiding the dead souls from the world to the underworld."

"It is said that this painting has a strange spirituality. If the souls who died near the painting have great grievances, and their grief and indignation cannot be dispelled, the resentment will activate this painting, and the ghost horse will come to reality from the painting."

"After the night falls, it will lead these innocent souls through the gate of the underworld, return to the world, find the murderer who killed them, and bring them back to the underworld for trial."

"What's even more evil is that as long as the ghost horse appears, someone will definitely die, otherwise it will keep looking for it with its grievances, and it will never die." The man's voice became unnatural, and he seemed to think that this statement was too sinister. .

Hearing this, Ding Zhenzong's words flashed in Fatty's mind. He said that behind the strange horse he saw dead Japanese people, and those people with iron chains on their feet could be Mr. Kegong and the others.

Mr. Kegong and the others couldn't get rid of their grief and anger. Under Gui Jun's guidance, they turned into ghosts and came to seek revenge on Song Keli. They didn't find Song Keli, so they took Dongyangren away. It all made sense.

As for He Ping's death, it was a complete misunderstanding. After all, Mr. Ke Gong couldn't distinguish their relationship with the Orientals, let alone understand their mission.

"This "Picture of Ghost Horse" is also mentioned in history books, but they are all unpopular unofficial biography. At first we only regarded it as a legend, but who knew that this picture really appeared in the world not long ago. Moreover, according to the considerations of scholars who have come into contact with this picture, the specific age of the picture is no longer available, in short, it is a very precious ancient relic." The man added.

"Where is this scholar, can you recommend him for us?" Jiang Cheng asked.

The man pursed his lips tightly, and shook his head in pain, "This scholar is also a friend of Mr. Kegong, and he suffered together with Mr. Kegong."

Although he had basically confirmed the man's position, Jiang Cheng still didn't fully disclose the details to him. First, it was unnecessary, and second, he didn't want to cause any complications. After understanding the basic situation~lightnovelpub.net~ Jiang Cheng stood up and said goodbye.

"I'll leave the issue of "Ghost Horse Map" to the two of you. If there is any new situation, you can come to me at any time. If it is inconvenient, you can also contact me through Kegong's students." What, "Also, this box of silver dollars..."

"You can keep the silver dollars. We don't need them. It is our duty to contribute to the country." The fat man turned his head and nodded heavily at the man with firm eyes.

"If everyone thinks like the two little brothers, how can such a huge country be reduced to being slaughtered?" The man thought of the tragedies he had seen, and couldn't help feeling extremely sad.

Jiang Cheng turned his head and pointed out the window with his finger. Through the half-open wooden window, people were crowded far away, filling the entire street.

The students were clustered together, followed by people in all kinds of costumes. People from all walks of life, even at such a distance, could hear the shouts, like a torrential rain, washing the ignorance and ignorance of this land. gray.

"The darkness will eventually pass, and I have heard the voice before the dawn."