Grave Robber: System, you want me to learn magic?

After getting off the car at the place, there was no need for someone to lead the way, and a few people walked through the dilapidated shop and entered inside.

The tatters inside and outside are different, not to mention resplendent and magnificent, but they are also complete.

Obviously those on the outside are simple camouflage.

Seeing the person, the fierce-looking bald man suddenly smiled.

Smiling on the surface but not smiling, he is not a good person at first glance, and the innocent smile and stupid face that is very easy to win the trust of others are two styles.

"This is not the third master!"

The bald head greeted him with a smile, and after saying a few words on the scene, he leaned over mysteriously and whispered: "There is something good, take a look?"

Wu Xie quickly waved her hand, "Uncle Bald, I came here this time to ask you something, Third Uncle—"

Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by the bald man raising his hand. He looked around, led a few people into a smaller compartment in the room, and waited for the door to close before heaving a sigh of relief.

Wu Xie was a little puzzled.

The bald head poured water for a few people, and poured a glass himself, sat down and said: "Don't laugh at me for being timid, you must know that ever since I had a problem with my third uncle in Tiangong, everything has been going wrong since then, you can't be careless You guys sit down, you're welcome."

Qi Yan didn't know this person, so the conversation was left to Wu Xie and Fatty who was the best negotiator.

The little brother naturally continued to be a statue.

When Wu Xie and Fatty received their gazes, they understood in seconds. After a lot of tugging, Qi Yan finally paid 10 yuan and got three things—an old black and white photo with yellowing, a past event, and another IOU signed by the third uncle. .

Wu Xie frowned when she picked up the photo, "Is this a human or a ghost? I spent a lot of money, if you lie to me—"

At this time, the innocence still looks like a little third master on the road.

The bald man was grinning happily and bowing his head to count the money. When he heard this, he naturally retorted, "My reputation has been certified by the third master. Don't worry, the third master. And when these things go out of this door, I will just mark them I don't even know."

With assurance, Wu Xie continued to look down at the photo.

Qi Yan sat beside him and tilted his head to watch, "This picture looks like a hospital haunted by ghosts. The person who took the picture was the last survivor. After secretly taking the picture, this person is also finished. The picture was taken by a child who went to the hospital to take risks. It was smuggled out, and then one day another tour group or something prepared for an adventure game, followed the photos to the hospital, and the horror hospital started again."

Wu Xie shuddered as she listened, "Please don't talk about such picturesque things, I don't know if ghost stories can't mention hospitals, abandoned colleges and toilets... But this black shadow, if you say it is It's really hard to say, when you look at the shoulders, it feels a little thicker than the neck, and it's strange to look at it."

I don't know when the little brother standing behind the two of them suddenly said, "Turn over."

Wu Xie was startled and turned her head abruptly, only to breathe a sigh of relief when she saw that it was the little brother, "I'll go, you one by one, can you not scare me."

Having said that, he obediently turned the photo over—

"Grid xxx raises x"

There is a line of handwriting written with a blue pen on the back of the photo, but it is very blurry, as if it has been soaked in water, and the words "Ge" and "Yang" can be clearly recognized in the end.

But these two words are enough.

Several people looked at each other.

Wu Xie remembered that the younger brother had asked her to flip the photo, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, do you remember something?"

The little brother stared at the line of the photo for a long time, shook his head, and said nothing.

This matter can only be here first, the place is wrong, and some words are hard to say.

After putting away the photos, several people sat in a row, holding a glass of water in their hands and looking at the bald head.

It's story time.