Chapter Seventeen: Possessed by a Ghost

  Fuhe noticed a girl named Xingchen among the university students, a beauty with a clever smile, peeling off the skin of wild grapes with her slender fingers, her plump and slender body wrapped in an LV shawl, it can be seen that her family background should not be bad, of course, it is also possible that other reasons allow her to have a swimsuit worth tens of thousands of yuan and a shawl worth hundreds of thousands of yuan. Xingchen walked towards Fuhe, with a spring-like blush on her rosy cheeks.

  Fu Xiang's profession was not convenient to mention to others, so when people asked him what he did, he would just randomly tell them that he was a teacher, a driver, a coal miner, or a bricklayer. However, the limited edition Swiss handmade watch on his wrist was worth seven figures, and it was an heirloom from the Fu family. He wasn't a playboy, but not quite a true rich gentleman either, since he still couldn't fully control the vast Fu family business. Sometimes, he still looked rather shabby, all because of money troubles.

  Xīng chén zuò zài fù chuān de shēn biān, tā shǒu zhōng ná le liǎng píng jiā shì bó, yī píng gěi le fù chuān, fù chuān xīn rán jiē guò shí shǒu zhǐ yǐ jīng huà guò le tā xì bái de hǔ kǒu chù, tā de mù guāng zhù shì zhe xīng chén, xīng chén de mù guāng hán xiū dài niǎn, zhèng duì fù chuān de wèi kǒu.

  In the bushes, two scoundrels were taking pictures of Fu Chuan's flirtatious appearance with their mobile phones. Scoundrel No. 1, Xing Chengtian, said to Scoundrel No. 2, San Yang: "Take a good shot, get his face in it, and take it back to show your Shifu, let him flay him alive."

  Three sheep stood up and pointed: "OK." Three sheep had a grudge to report, Fu Chuan drove him away from the lake, three sheep were inwardly scratching like a cat.

  Under the giant dwarf tree leaves, the watch was swaying in front of Xingchen. Fu Chuan stuffed the watch into Xingchen's expensive bikini bottom and hung it there. Xingchen stood beside Fu Chuan, handing him a wild grape that she had peeled herself. There was nothing here, just these fragrant, thick-skinned grapes everywhere. Her slender hand stretched out, and Xingchen knew she had met a big spender. She reached out to receive the pit that Fu Chuan spat out.

  Fu Xiang smiled and inserted one hand into the bosom of the beautiful woman, casually fondling her soft, warm, and plump breasts, as a reward for her obedience and docility.

  "You're the most formidable man I've ever met."

  Xīng chén jiē guò guǒ hé rēng dào le dì shàng qù, xīng chén biàn shùn shì jiāng wēn ruǎn de shēn zǐ wèi jìn fù chuān kuō shuò de xiōng tán zhōng.

  The beautiful woman with a shy face and charming eyes looked up and said in a soft voice.

  Who doesn't know that Fu Chuan is a romantic, and when he meets this star who has been deeply buried in the dust for so long, it's like meeting a fierce fire. "Do you want more?" Fu Chuan says with his eyes half-closed, speaking lazily as if he were resting, but his hands have already become unscrupulous.

  Fu Chuan would not give in to her, women are never satisfied and the more you give them the greedier they become. Just then Fu Chuan suddenly flipped over, causing Xing Chen who was originally sitting on his lap to fall awkwardly onto the floor.

  The originally warm and affectionate eyes were replaced by a sharp and cold gaze like an eagle.

  "This watch is given to you, don't say I'm taking advantage of you."

  After Fuhe left, Xing Chengtian and San Yang sat in the rest area on the first floor of the inn. Xing Chengtian: "Trash!"

  "Beast!"

  Fu Jiang's expression was carefree, ignoring them, humming a tune as he went upstairs to take a bath and change clothes. His expression had found Cheng Tian, three sheepish pairs of white eyes staring at him.

  Fu Xiang thought he could have a romantic encounter with a maiden in this desolate wilderness, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be the same, and now he estimated that there was only one virgin left in the world, Li Baobao.

  Fujiang was a little afraid that Li Baobao would be taken away by someone, but he couldn't make any promises to her either. So sometimes when he looked at the window on the other side, watching her scolding her apprentice while standing beside the bed, he even had the shameful thought of taking advantage of Li Baobao first and then saying whatever came next, that he could do whatever he wanted with a woman he'd known for less than a day, but he didn't have the courage to touch the only sacred thing in his heart.

  A gust of dark wind suddenly rose, and the back felt cool. Fu Chuan had a premonition that something was going to happen. Sure enough, cries for help came from downstairs. This inn was still relatively safe, but how did another cry for help come? Listening carefully, it seemed to be coming from the first floor.

  Fu Xiang ran downstairs and saw that Xin Cheng Tian and the others were surrounding something, in the gap of the crowd, a white flower-patterned long leg came out, with a golden ankle chain on it, shining like stars.

  Fu Xiang pushed through the crowd and walked closer, and indeed, Xing Chen was lying on the ground with a pale face, her whole body convulsing non-stop. Xing Tian said to Fu Xiang, "Just now in the rest area she was fine, but as soon as she wanted to walk back to her room, this happened."

  Xing Chengtian touched Fu Chuan's arm, and Fu Chuan looked up at her. Xing Chengtian then said in a low voice, "When she fainted, I felt that gust of wind again." Fu Chuan squatted down, someone told him not to touch, he had already called the police. Fu Chuan sneered, "I'm afraid by the time your people arrive, she'll have stopped breathing."

  Fuhe flipped open the eyelids of Xingchen, and indeed under his eyelids there were very deep blood vessels. The eyes of ghosts are where their power to confuse people lies, so they will always let others see their eyes first before possessing them. Therefore, this time the person who was possessed by a ghost would also have very heavy blood vessels in his eyes.

  Fu Xiang got up from the ground and walked out of the hotel, followed by Xing Chengtian. "What to do now?"

  Fu Chuan didn't say a word, he looked up at the sky, the inn was covered by towering trees, not a single ray of sunlight could penetrate through, only a patch of muddy ground outside the left side of the door was illuminated by the sun. Fu Chuan ran over and grabbed a handful of mud from that spot, then quickly returned to the inn. He lifted up Xing Chen, pried open his mouth, and then fed him the mud in one swift motion. At this moment, a gust of dark energy burst out from Xing Chen's body, blowing out of the inn from all directions, causing the doors and windows to creak loudly.

  Fu Chuan told Xing Chengtian that no matter what evil things, as long as they are exposed to sunlight, even a handful of mud, will immediately dissipate. The stars must have been possessed by ghosts. But Fu Chuan couldn't understand it. Even if there were many yin souls in this primitive forest, it wouldn't be so frequent that they would come to bother them every other day. Now even innocent people are being affected.

  Just as he was speaking, Xing Chengtian let Fu Chuan look at the ground. At this time, Xingchen had gradually woken up and pointed to Fu Chuan, saying: "He wants me to tell you something."

  Fuhe let him say, looking down at the ground, drawing a group, a circle, and then something was inserted on top of it.

  Indoors

  Xīng chén hàipà de duǒ zhe fù chuān, fù chuān zǒu jìn yī bù, xīng chén de liǎn sè jiù yuè fā cǎn bái, tā ràng fù chuān bié kào jìn zì jǐ, tā hàipà, fù chuān zhēn de bù xǐ huàn jiǎo qíng de nǚ rén, tā ràng sān yáng ná qián lái, tā shuō dào: "bù ràng nǐ bái shuō, gào suǒ wǒ, tā ràng wǒ gēn wǒ shuō shén me, shuō le zhè qián jiù shì nǐ de."

  A whole 10,000 yuan, looking at the money, Xingchen finally spoke up: "He told me to tell you, flight B-375."

  "Thank you." Fu Chuan nodded in gratitude, then turned and left Xingchen's room. San Yang saw that Xingchen was wearing his master's watch on his hand, so he rushed over to grab it. After grabbing it, San Yang said: "This is my master's, how did you get it? Give it back to me!"

  After San Yang left, Xing Cheng Tian was tearfully looking at San Yang and praising him as a good kid.

  What does plane B-375 mean?

  Fujiang kept thinking why the ghost possessed Xingchen's body and didn't look for himself directly, but instead told him this information through Xingchen's mouth, or it could be said that it was a clue.

  Xing Chengtian tapped on the radar pot cover, there was no network here after entering, so he could only rely on himself. Xing Chengtian was also a genius in computer science, so linking to the network was not a problem at all.

  Xing Chengtian said to Chuan: "Since the scepter disappeared after World War II, we can start with the aircraft models that flew over Yunnan Province in China at that time. Maybe we can find out."

  Fu Chuan also had his own ideas, and he asked Xing Cheng Tian if there was a way to use the internet to enter a data information bureau in the United States. Xing Cheng Tian understood that Fu Chuan wanted to enter the highest confidential agency in the US to take a look around. He nodded and said it was no problem, as this wasn't their first time doing something like this. In the past, when Xing Cheng Tian was in the US, he had been invited by the American government to join a secret organization because of his exceptional computer skills. However, he later refused and wanted to return to China, but the American government instead made him a wanted man for the National Security Agency. Xing Cheng Tian also snuck back into China, so this was something he was familiar with. He mentioned that he had personal grievances against America, which made him even more willing to help Fu Chuan.

  But there is one thing that makes Xiang Cheng Tian puzzled: "Do you think this matter has something to do with the US government?"

  Fuhe calmly said: "Aircraft starting with B, if I'm not mistaken, should be the type of aircraft that transported supplies to Southeast Asia for the US military stationed in Southeast Asia through Chinese airspace back then."

  "Because I read a report that year, which told the story of a US pilot delivering supplies to US troops fighting against Japanese forces in Southeast Asia during World War II."

  Xing Chengtian had already skillfully entered the system specified by Fu Chuan, who asked him to check if there was a B-375 aircraft that flew over Yunnan airspace in China after 1945.

  In less than half an hour, Xing Chengtian indeed found something. He asked Fu Chuan to look at the computer, but Fu Chuan told him to just say it out loud. He didn't want to look at the computer; those small characters were really too much for his brain.

  Xing Chengtian told Fu Chuan that after the end of the anti-Japanese war in China, an aircraft flying from the United States to Southeast Asia via the Pacific Ocean and Chinese airspace was headed for Malaysia. Xing Chengtian said that this was an important battlefield for the US military in Southeast Asia. The plane was a B-375, but it disappeared from radar while flying over Chinese airspace and was not found for decades.

  Fujiang was more concerned about one thing: "What is on the plane?"

  Xing Cheng Tian said: "It should all be material goods, there's nothing special."

  Fu Xiang thought that the ghost attached to Xing Chen's body gave them a clue, there must be some ulterior motive, maybe they found out why Shiyin Village was so eerie and gloomy.

  "There must be something special that you've noticed. This plane is not an ordinary transport aircraft, but a fighter jet. How much cargo can a fighter jet carry?"

  Xing Cheng Tian carefully examined the photo of the plane and indeed it was an old-fashioned fighter jet. "The problem is that we have no idea why this ghost would give us such a message, what exactly does it want us to investigate, and what's worth investigating."

  Fujiang asked Chen Tian: "Are there any photos of the plane?"

  "Yes."

  Fu Chuan handed the photo to Xing Chengtian, who took a look and then seemed to have discovered something. He looked at Xing Chengtian and asked if the person standing in front of the plane was a pilot. Xing Chengtian nodded and said: "He's really awesome, one of the few Chinese-American pilots serving in the US Air Force."

  "It's him." Xing Chengtian said as soon as he finished speaking, Fu Chuan nodded and said affirmatively: "It's him."

  "Is he the one who came to find you?" Ji Xuan Tian felt a bit incredulous, looking at Fu Chuan, who also found it strange. This wasn't something that could be achieved without any effort, "I think my ancestors should know who he is."

  Xing Chengtian knew that Fu Chuan was going to invite his ancestors again, so he moved his chair to one side. Fu Chuan stepped on the floorboard, with one hand supporting another upright index and middle finger, and shouted: "Heaven, earth, man, god, all generals, I invite the 20th generation master of the Fu family!"

  The 20th generation master of the Fu family is an extraordinary person, even Xing Chen Tian admires him. He is Fu Chuan's uncle and also the one who passed on the mantle of the Fu family to Fu Chuan.

  Plop!

  Suddenly, a transparent head emerged from the old wooden floor, followed by his body, and then his feet and hands. After the whole person had emerged, Fu Chuan stepped forward to scold: "Why are you so late!"

  "I'm busy with official business, if you have something to say, say it quickly. If not, I'll leave!" The 20th generation master was indeed busy with official duties. Fu Chuan's mouth twitched and he said: "Help me recognize someone."

  The impatient master of the twenties swung his sleeves and walked to the computer desk, he was fond of good wine in his lifetime, seeing that there was wine on the table, he naturally reached out to take it, but how could a ghost possibly pick up anything in the mortal world.

  Fu Chuan looked at him with that dispirited appearance, "You're just being ruined by wine, dying young." Although Fu Chuan said this with his mouth, he still picked up his own cup, poured a glass in it, and then said: "Smell it."

  The master of the twenties smiled and smelled the wine, then looked at the photos on the computer and said, "You're looking for him, huh?"

  Fuhe nodded, but the 20th generation master replied bluntly: "He's dead. He came to me before, asking for help with his transcendence, but I was powerless. When I went down after my death, his death date couldn't be found in the ghost register."

  "Why can't we find the deadline?" Fu Chuan asked.

  "There are two possibilities. Maybe he was beaten to death by someone, but it's absolutely impossible. The other possibility is that after his death, he didn't go down to the underworld to report."