All Chapters of Adventures in the Mausoleum: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ever since Xu Zhishan, one of the fortune tellers in Beijing, helped me tell my fortune, my career and life have been extremely bumpy. I haven’t met anything that goes my way yet. I can’t even see a wedding car when I walk on the road, but when I look down I see There are paper ingots and coins all over the floor.The family with the wreaths at the entrance of the yard is not very familiar to me. I just remember that there seemed to be an old man living inside. He had no children, no wife, no friends, and was slovenly all day long. The old man may be in poor health, unable to move easily, and not good at hygiene. Walking on the road, you can smell his strange smell from far away.When I was a child, I liked to cause trouble. I and other children used water guns to shoot at the old man. The old man was not angry. He smiled when he saw us and gave us candies. The other children and I felt it was dirty and didn't reach out to pick it up.Maybe the old man passe

We arrived at the door of Aunt Zhang's house. There was light coming from the second floor of her house. It seemed that she was not asleep yet. I knocked on the heavy iron door, and immediately heard the sound of dogs barking inside.The lights on the second floor dimmed for a moment, as if someone stood up to block the light, and then turned on again. I knew someone was coming down. Sure enough, not long after, the sound of slippers stepping on the ground could be heard in the courtyard, and Aunt Zhang's somewhat old voice said: "Who is it?"As soon as Aunt Zhang's voice sounded, the dogs in the yard stopped barking immediately. I shouted through the door: "Aunt Zhang, it's me, Chen Xiao!"Although Aunt Zhang has a habit of gossiping, she is very kind-hearted in nature. I thought Aunt Zhang would be very happy to know that I was back, but I didn't expect that as soon as my voice fell, the footsteps in the yard stopped. The footsteps showed that she was stil

I saw that his mask was actually a plastic mask sold at a street stall, in the shape of the Monkey King, and I couldn't help laughing.The black shadow showed a sly smile and suddenly said: "Chen Xiao?"I was startled. It's not that I'm wondering why he knows my name, but because his voice is very old and hoarse. If I hadn't seen that his body was very young and strong, I would have thought that I was looking at an old man in his waning years.I didn't answer his question, but asked: "Who are you?"The shadow coughed and spit out a lot of blood. He said: "This friend of yours is very aggressive. His name is Du Xiaosheng, right?" After a pause, he said again: "Or Mr. Song?"Du Xiaosheng smiled when he heard this. His smile was not as sinister as the shadow, as if he was hiding thousands of bad thoughts. Du Xiaosheng smiled very gently. If the scene was not wrong, I would have had the illusion that he was having a love affair with his lover.

I quickly understood what Du Xiaosheng meant. What he said is not nonsense. If that is the case, I don't know whether to be sad or happy. But if we had always been in the formation world, then my adoptive father might not have passed away, and I could still have a reunion dinner with him and my adoptive mother. But the question is, who is controlling our thoughts behind the scenes? Their scope of control even includes our store, and they can arrange magic circles around the store at any time.There's no point in making any guesses now, it's more important to find a way out. I already have a phobia about thinking about solutions. I get irritated when I mention "solutions" and I can't calmly think about them at all. On the contrary to me, Du Xiaosheng sat down calmly, held his chin and thought for a while, and then suddenly said to me: "Mr. Chen, please lend me your mobile phone."I don't know what his intention was, but since he wanted to borrow my phone instead of

There is less farm work in winter, and every household begins to prepare for firewood in the cold winter. Most families are not equipped with home appliances such as induction cookers and rice cookers, and they still rely on primitive firewood for cooking. Every winter, the "idle people" at home are mobilized to go deep into the mountains to cut firewood, which is enough for most of the year.When these people saw us, their reaction was no longer as obvious as the day before. They were still unwilling to talk to us and seemed to hide away whenever they could. Ever since Du Xiaosheng told me that he saw the black shadow whose face looked exactly like mine, I vaguely understood the reason for the change in attitude of these villagers. Maybe someone saw the leader and the missing adoptive parents and thought I was a white-eyed wolf who was plotting to kill his parents. I have long been accustomed to this attitude, but Du Er didn't care so much. He followed me back to my ho