The ultimate master in the city

Chapter 79 Silver Demon

Jiang Hao paused here, looked around, and quickly took out his phone to turn on the rear light, as if having light would make him feel safer.

Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Nonsense! Where did you read that in some storybook?"

Jiang Hao grew anxious and said, "I'm telling the truth. Do you know Old Shen's? It's that century-old pastry shop on Chang'an Street. It was opened by Shen Da's son, and now his great-grandson is the boss. A few years ago, he even wanted to take back the Shen family compound!"

"Then... why did Shen Er's family hang themselves? What happened to their internal organs?" Monk Yuanzhi asked.

Jiang Hao shrugged: "I don't know. The story ends here, but everyone says it was eaten by the guardian spirit, who likes to eat people."

"What kind of guardian spirit is this!" Monk Yuanzhi spat and said, "It's clearly a monster that takes advantage of people's greed, does all sorts of bad things, and then abandons them afterward, eating their whole family. This story tells us that we should be down-to-earth and not always think about getting rich quick."

Zhou Fengchen felt that Monk Yuanzhi was talking nonsense. "We're just like that, okay?" he thought. He coughed and asked Jiang Hao, "You said this place is notoriously haunted. Where are the ghosts? My sister Xiaoya and the others might be here. We need to find something dirty to ask them."

Jiang Hao shuddered, moved closer to the two of them, and said, "I've never seen it. I've only heard it from others. They say that the ghosts of Shen Er's family come out when it rains, and many tourists have seen them!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of crackling sounds erupted outside.

The three looked outside and, good heavens, it was raining. They exchanged bewildered glances. "How strange!"

"Holy crap!" Jiang Hao was startled and quickly squeezed between Zhou Fengchen and the other person.

Zhou Fengchen, annoyed that he'd been stepped on, said, "Why don't you just crawl into my arms!"

Jiang Haoqian chuckled, about to apologize, when the monk Yuanzhi beside him suddenly said in a low voice, "Jiang Hao, are you sure this is haunted by the ghosts of Shen Er's family?"

Jiang Hao paused for a moment and said, "I don't know, I just heard it from others. What do you mean?"

Zhou Fengchen also noticed the strange tone in Monk Yuanzhi's voice and asked, "What's wrong?"

Monk Yuanzhi shrugged, swallowed hard, and said, "You two, look at what's at the door!"

Zhou Fengchen and Jiang Hao's hearts skipped a beat. They turned to look at the door and were stunned.

Just then, a tiny figure riding a pony, wearing armor, and holding a spear entered through the door. He was only a few centimeters long and looked quite imposing and powerful.

Behind the little figure are two rows of soldiers, each about ten centimeters tall, some carrying flags, some carrying shields, and some carrying machetes.

It was drizzling outside, and the house was unusually quiet. The backlight of the phone could only illuminate a small area, making the light somewhat dim. The little figures ran in with grim faces, and the atmosphere suddenly became very eerie and terrifying.

Jiang Hao's face turned pale instantly. Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi exchanged a glance, also feeling a chill run down their spines. What was this thing? They had never seen anything like it before.

The leader, a small, grotesque figure, approached, raised an eyebrow, and spoke in human language: "Hey! You three foolish thieves, why have you trespassed on my property? You deserve to die!"

Monk Yuanzhi glanced longingly at Zhou Fengchen, who gave him a look, meaning to keep quiet and observe first.

Jiang Hao wasn't as calm as the other two. He was completely terrified, his body trembling. He turned to see them, but they didn't react. So, with a "plop," he knelt down before the little figure. "Grandpa Ghost, we didn't mean to! We came to find a friend!"

"Who are you calling a ghost grandpa?"

The "general" figure brandished his spear, saying, "You say it wasn't intentional, and you think it wasn't intentional? You say you'll find a friend, and you think you'll find a friend?"

Jiang Hao didn't dare to look up, and said pitifully, "Then what do you suggest we do? Should we leave right now?"

The general said, "Too late! Say something nice for me, and if I'm in a better mood, I'll let you go. Otherwise, these warriors behind me have quite the tempers!"

Jiang Hao hesitated before calling out, "A deity?"

The general shook his head: "That doesn't sound nice. I am a deity!"

Jiang Hao then said, "Great God!"

The general shook his head again: "It doesn't sound good!"

"The Jade Emperor?"

"……fart!"

"Laozi?"

"It doesn't sound good!"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

"I am a deity; what are these mortal emperors compared to me?"

Jiang Hao was annoyed. "Then what do you want to shout?"

The smug general said, "Call me Grandfather, the most virtuous and wise, the perfect ancestor!"

Jiang Hao was stunned. What was that? He didn't understand!

Zhou Fengchen rubbed his nose, then suddenly took off one shoe and started hitting the general figurine: "I'll teach you a lesson to your great-grandfather! I'm your own ancestor!"

The general's expression changed, and with a strange cry, he turned and ran out the door with his men.

Zhou Fengchen picked up the shoes and followed behind.

Monk Yuanzhi paused for a moment, then took off one of his shoes and chased after him.

Jiang Hao was completely bewildered. He shuddered, grabbed his phone, and quickly followed.

The three chased into the corridor, turned a corner, and were stunned to see the last of the little figures running and screaming. Suddenly, it turned into an ancient silver disc, rolled a few times, and then stopped moving.

"Holy crap!"

Monk Yuanzhi shouted, "I understand! This is the legendary Silver Demon! We've run into it! We're going to be rich! Hahaha..."

With that, he jumped over, grabbed the silver, stuffed it into his pocket, and without waiting for Zhou Fengchen and Jiang Hao, he took off after them, yelling and shouting, "You little brat! Stop right there!"

Although Zhou Fengchen and Jiang Hao didn't understand what it meant, they still followed Monk Yuanzhi around.

The three chased after the silver coins until they reached a flower bed in the corner of the yard, picking up five or six silver coins along the way, which felt quite heavy.

There was a small hole behind the flower bed. The little general led the remaining little people through it and disappeared.

Zhou Fengchen weighed the silver nugget in his hand, finally having a chance to ask Monk Yuanzhi, "What is a silver demon?"

Monk Yuanzhi's eyes lit up as he said, "In ancient times, there were no banks, and many people liked to bury their gold and silver treasures underground. Then, after a few years, when they dug them up, they were gone! Do you know why that is?"

Zhou Fengchen and Jiang Hao both shook their heads. "Why?"

"The spirit has run away!" Monk Yuanzhi said. "Money is the most complicated thing. It passes through countless hands, experiences human emotions and desires, and when buried underground, it is influenced by feng shui, slowly developing a spirit. Then it burrows into the soil and runs away. The little general just now was a chatterbox who liked to hear nice things and was after fame. This is what happens when you are influenced by others!"

Zhou Fengchen's heart skipped a beat. He asked, "You mean there might be a lot of gold and silver treasure inside this cave?"

Monk Yuanzhi clapped his hands. "That's right! It might have been buried by Shen Er. It's been almost a hundred years, and the spirits have come out to scare us. Let's dig it up quickly; who knows how many more are inside!"

Zhou Fengchen glanced at the cave entrance, shook his head, and said, "No, it feels quite deep. We can't dig with our hands. You two go and look for any iron tools or shovels! I'll stay here and keep watch!"

Monk Yuanzhi nodded and pulled Jiang Hao away.

Zhou Fengchen squatted down and looked at the cave entrance, but sighed inwardly. Where were his little sister and the others? How did they end up with this thing?

Just then, footsteps sounded behind them. It was Monk Yuanzhi and his companion returning, each handing over an iron shovel. "Here you go!"

"So fast?" Zhou Fengchen reached out and took the handful, then paused, turning back to look at Yuan Zhi and the monk. His face immediately darkened: "You're not Yuan Zhi and Jiang Hao, who are you?"