"Just provide a clue to play ......"
Outside the door and window, Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng looked at each other in disbelief.
How can this kind of thing be casual, and how can it be classified as play, don't they know that doing so will ruin the life of a peer.
Tan Wenbin remembered the scene he saw in Wu Xinhui's memory, and there was such a conversation between the two when they confronted each other:
"Why are you framing me, why are you framing me, why!"
"It's good if you die, it's good if you die, no one will know if you die."
Therefore, Wu Xinhui so bravely took a dagger to hunt down the fleeing Zhao Junfeng, not because he was the murderer, but to round off this "joke"?
How did this incredible behavioral logic and motivation come about!
Tan Wenbin whispered: "I don't understand ......"
Inside the house, Mao Chang'an's ferocious laughter came:
"Hahaha!"
Obviously, the person who is most incomprehensible and unacceptable now is him.
He tried his best to plan step by step, pretending not to know and always keeping an eye on the progress, and for this reason, he did not hesitate to sacrifice his own son, and in the end, it was actually such a result.
"Please, let us go, we can give you whatever you want."
"Yes, yes, let us go, we won't tell you about today's matter, we will definitely keep it a secret."
Mao Chang'an's laughter stopped, he now wanted to torture and torture the two people in front of him, but unfortunately, Wu Xinhui died too happily, and he was cheap.
However, as soon as Mao Changan raised his hand, the silver needle on his fingertips appeared again, and he stopped moving.
Outside the window crack, Li Chaiyuan's eyes froze slightly, who noticed this detail.
The old thing is a ruthless character, even if the plan fails, even if he is angry to this extent, he is still afraid of Tiandao suppressing the impulse and not making a move.
He really loves himself.
At this time, the blood incense had burned out.
The very bright formation patterns originally painted on the floor tiles at the entrance of the hall instantly turned into peeling paint from the old days.
Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin, who were standing side by side, began to shake, wisps of liquid kept overflowing from their bodies, and they were in a state of loss of control because the dolls were damaged.
Mao Changan waved his hand and said earnestly: "You are innocent people, run quickly, pay attention to safety."
"Thank you, thank you!"
"Thank you, thank you!"
Zhu Hongyu and Liu Xinya got up and started to run away, but the ecstasy array arranged by Mao Zhushan when he was still alive was still there, and the two of them circled in circles for a long time, but they still couldn't run out of the hall gate.
He covered his face, sobbing and crying about his dead son and the tragic situation that happened here, while walking out of the hall, kneeling down with a "pop" sound, and continuing to repent to the sky.
Obviously, he wouldn't let go of those two women, but he didn't want to get his hands dirty.
Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin finished shaking, the rich aura belonging to death emanated from them, Zhao Junfeng was even stronger, Qiu Minmin looked shallow, probably because the latter had just suffered a heavy blow recently.
The two of them fell dead, instinctively looking at the two women who were still running in the house, and walked towards them step by step.
Zhu Hongyu and Liu Xinya screamed and retreated, their backs almost pressed against the door panel, very close to the position where Li Chaiyuan and the three of them were hiding and peeking inward.
The expressions on Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng's faces changed slightly, because they could save these two people just by showing their faces now.
But the two of them were obviously unwilling to do this, not only did no one try to ask Xiaoyuan behind them for advice, but one turned their faces away and the other simply lowered their heads.
Tan Wenbin: "Do you see two dead murderers who are going to kill someone?"
Yin Meng understood and immediately answered: "I didn't see it."
Tan Wenbin hesitated for a moment, feeling that this statement was not good, and asked again:
"Did you just see Zhu Hongyu and Liu Xinya running out of the hall?"
"I saw it, they just ran out!"
"It's great, they escaped and are safe."
"Yes, I'm really glad for them."
When people do things that violate "public order and good customs", they often find steps for themselves, and the purpose of doing so is to keep them from leaving a burden in their hearts and not falling into internal friction.
Many people died in the house tonight, they were watching the show outside the whole time, if they had made a move earlier, maybe most of the people inside would not have died, but why did they take action?
Ran Qiuping and Sun Hongxia had attacked themselves and others, and Runsheng was still lying on the hospital bed recuperating; Mao Zhushan died guilty, and his father and master didn't care; As for Wu Xinhui and others...... It's like who can't be blind.
With such conditioning, Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng's faces breathed a sigh of relief, and their thoughts were clear.
Even the two screams that came from the house in a row did not make them feel unbearable and guilty.
Li Chaiyuan stood behind and witnessed the inner drama of the two throughout the whole process, anyway, except for the "explanation of the way of heaven", he would not have this process in his heart at all.
Everyone in the house was dead, Mao Chang'an stood up and walked into the house while wiping his tears.
His expression was first stunned, then unbearable, and finally angry:
"Two evil obstacles, how dare you kill living beings under my nose!"
Tan Wenbin couldn't help but sigh: "As expected of an old actor."
Yin Meng echoed: "Really dedicated."
Li Chaiyuan made a class summary: "Remember to study, and then give the class notes to Runsheng, don't let him lose his homework."
Every adventure you participate in together is a valuable experience.
Yin Meng is inferior to Tan Wenbin in terms of cooperation, and always says some inappropriate nonsense, also because she has been calm since she joined the team and came to Nantong.
Mao Chang'an is ready to clear the scene, the plan failed, and his son and apprentice are also dead, but life has to go on.
Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin walked towards him, obviously out of instinct to do something to him, he bent down and picked up the two broken dolls on the ground.
Li Chaiyuan turned around, walked out of the hiding place, went straight to the door, looked at Mao Chang'an, and said:
"Good evening."
Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng didn't understand why Xiaoyuan chose to show up at this time, let Mao Changan solve the two ends first, and then the three of them came forward to solve the old man?
This is also more in line with the previous plan of the three of them, but from being the first to solve the old man to only one old man left.
But if they didn't understand, the two quickly came to Li Chaiyuan's side, holding the Yellow River shovel, one left and one right.
Mao Changan took the two freshly repaired dolls, flicked his fingers lightly, stopped immediately when both ends were dead, and then adjusted his fingertips lightly, turned around at both ends, facing the door.
Immediately, Mao Chang'an stretched out three fingers with his left hand, swirled his right arm, crossed it, and finally overlapped up and down:
"Mao Chang'an, my ancestor sat at the Qinhuai Wharf in Jinling, I don't know which pier my brother was on?"
When meeting with peers, Mr. Zi is actually jealous, and he explores the bottom first, also to avoid friction as much as possible.
There is no way, who in this industry doesn't have a few housekeeping skills, and they really tear their faces at every turn, then no one really has a good life.
At this time, if you mention "sitting on the Haohe Wharf" again, it is a deliberate gag.
Li Chaiyuan put his hands in his pockets, too lazy to return the gift, but said very bluntly:
"I'm not sitting on the pier, I'm worshiping the Dragon King of the Liu family."
Mao Chang'an's expression froze, and he was in a panic visible to the naked eye, and even the whole person took several steps back in a row, and explained anxiously:
"I taught my son in a way that caused my son to go astray and caused such a tragedy.
He was scared.
But his fear was different from Yin Fuhai's shock when he reported his family in Fengdu Ghost Street.
Yin Fuhai has lived in a small county town for generations, and the things on the river are only rumors and hearsays, but Mao Chang'an can get the sign of the cultural relics protection unit to hang at his doorstep.
What he was afraid of was clearly not the reputation of the Liu family in the past, but the present!
This couldn't help but remind Li Chaiyuan of the storyteller Yu Shu who had been to Nantong.
It seems that even during the walk after the dinner at the Ding family in Shancheng, Grandma Liu hid her hand from herself, did not lie to herself, but did not tell the truth.
Li Chaiyuan pointed to the two dolls in Mao Chang'an's hand and asked, "Can you throw one over and show me?"
Mao Chang'an hesitated.
Hey, is it really possible to throw it to yourself?
Li Chaiyuan continued: "Stop, it's all our people outside."
Although it was clear that unless Runsheng was discharged from the hospital with a hanging bottle, there would definitely be no one outside.
But Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng still held their chests calmly, especially Tan Wenbin, who still had a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Please."
Mao Chang'an threw the female doll at Li Zhuiyuan.
It was full of needles, Li Chaiyuan didn't take it, Yin Meng turned the flower hand, first removed the upper force, and then caught it and handed it to Li Chase.
Mao Chang'an said: "I can fully explain what happened here, it's really ......."
Li Chaiyuan nodded while checking the doll: "Don't worry, we will not wrongfully accuse a good person, nor will we let go of a bad person."
The young man was sure, the old man in front of him regarded himself as the kind of person Yu Shu, it seemed that Uncle Qin should not have chosen a place to live in seclusion after leaving his grandfather's house, he had something to do.
After the inspection, Li Chaiyuan threw the female doll to the ground very casually.
When landing, the needle was touched, and Qiu Minmin made several strange poses in a row.
Mao Changan wondered: "You are ......"
Li Chaiyuan pointed to Zhao Junfeng: "He is actually not controlled by your doll, he is pretending from beginning to end."
Mao Changan was surprised: "What, how is this possible?"
"Believe it or not, I just didn't come out, do you want to use this doll to control them to solve yourself so that you can complete the last step of destroying the corpse?
You will die, and he is actually waiting for this opportunity."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Junfeng suddenly rushed towards Mao Chang'an.
Mao Chang'an rolled sideways in embarrassment, which was enough to dodge.
He quickly fiddled with the male doll in his hand with his fingertips, but it had no effect, Zhao Junfeng's figure rotated in mid-air, pounced again, opened his mouth, and spat out a bloody mist from his mouth.
Seeing this, Mao Changan had to throw the doll out and dodge again, but this time his right arm was swept away by the red mist, not only his clothes were torn, but his arm was also burned.
"Why is this happening?"
It is not only Mao Chang'an who doesn't understand the situation, but also Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng, but the two continue to frown, no matter how confused Tan Wenbin is, he still forcibly squeezes out a look of "Look, that's it".
At this time, Qiu Minmin's body was covered with a layer of mud, and he rushed towards Mao Chang'an from behind.
Mao Changan turned sideways again, poked out a silver needle from his hand, stabbed Qiu Minmin, and then pulled along the silk thread for a while, shortening the distance between the two sides, and then kicked sideways.
"Bang!"
Qiu Minmin, who had been seriously injured, was kicked to the ground.
Just as Mao Changan was about to ride on his body and cut off Qiu Minmin's head with a silver wire, Zhao Junfeng appeared, and Mao Changan had to give up first and retreat quickly.
While retreating, he was still shouting: "Please help me surrender and die!"
Li Chaiyuan clapped his hands: "You continue, we won't disturb you anymore."
After saying that, he stepped back.
"You ......."
Mao Chang'an's eyes were about to crack, and at this moment he finally reacted: "You are not from the Dragon King's family!"
Li Chaiyuan ignored him and continued to retreat, Yin Meng and Tan Wenbin also retreated together, and after the three of them withdrew from a safe distance, they stopped to watch the play.
Tan Wenbin couldn't help but ask again: "Brother Xiaoyuan?"
"That night in the dance room, I tried to control Qiu Minmin, but found that she was controlled by another consciousness and was a ghost.
When I saw Mao Zhushan using that doll to control these two dead bodies before, I was puzzled.
It's not that this kind of witchcraft can't control death.
Rather, I don't think I can even compete with a doll."
That night, Li Chaiyuan was one step away from completely controlling Qiu Minmin, but the consciousness in Qiu Minmin's body was extremely tenacious, and she fought desperately against herself.
But the doll is a dead thing, where does the confrontational consciousness come from?
Therefore, the one who controls Qiu Minmin is definitely another existence.
Mao Zhushan and Mao Chang'an both practiced the evil book, and they both used puppets to control corpses, which means that it was not their father and son who really controlled Qiu Minmin.
Everyone in the house is almost dead, use the elimination method to sift through, no matter how impossible, it is only the final answer.
The one who has been controlling Qiu Minmin is Zhao Junfeng.
"Brother Binbin, do you still remember the memory picture you saw when you walked in the shade before?"
"Remember ......"
"Have you noticed that Wu Xinhui's memory pictures are very confusing."
"Ah, yes, Wu Xinhui is obviously not the murderer, but that part gives people the feeling that he is the murderer who came to kill people and silence them."
"Obviously, the memory picture can be adjusted a little further, for example, Wu Xinhui and the others did not really see the murderer, and the truth can be simply revealed, but this paragraph is deliberately not intercepted.
In addition, there are many doors there, three doors are closed, one door can be opened, inside is Qiu Minmin's face, the other two doors cannot be opened, since there is Qiu Minmin, then there should still be Zhao Junfeng's, but Zhao Junfeng's memory is closed."
"Then what about another door?"
"I originally thought it was Mao Chang'an, after all, he is not dead, and he is also in this game, but now I think it may not be...... It should be something deeper residing in Zhao Junfeng's body, for example, the book that their father and son said."
"Can a book do this?"
"Some things are very evil, has Runsheng ever told you that there is still a copper coin buried there at the grave on the other side of Shigang, even if I leave home to go to college, I didn't take it.
It's not that I forgot, but I'm really not sure to touch it now."
When that thing was in his hand, he accidentally grew Tai Sui on his body, like an infectious disease.
"So, looking at it now, Mao Chang'an is not a yellow bird?"
"Well, the mantis catches cicadas, followed by a chain of food."
"Brother Xiaoyuan, you just went out on purpose, did you want them to kill each other first?"
"What if not? Since it turns out that it is not the puppet that is really controlling Qiu Minmin but Zhao Junfeng, then Zhao Junfeng also has a grudge against us.
They are all targets to be dealt with, how can we let the old man be attacked to death like this, let them bite each other and bleed each other first, wouldn't we save trouble?"
Tan Wenbin: "Brother, if you feel tired one day, I will help you pretend for a while."
Yin Meng asked at this time: "What is the ultimate goal of all this?"
According to Wei Zhengdao's meaning, only those famous and decent people have the background to try to make this thing.
The two corpse collectors are still sitting on the dock, how can they have such a battle?"
Yin Meng's expression was a little sad, her family was also sitting on the dock, no, after her grandfather died, she came to Nantong, and her Yin family didn't even have a dock.
"I suspect that the records in the book that their father and son got are problematic, probably the same as your Yin family's twelve methods, it is a simplified version, which makes people feel that they can easily get started."
Yin Meng felt that her chest was suffocated again.
"The ultimate goal, although a bit ridiculous, I guess it is relatively limited, it wants to have a carrier and restore freedom at the same time."
Tan Wenbin: "The old man seems to be going to be dead?"
Inside the house, Mao Changan tried to escape several times, but was intercepted by Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin, as if he wanted to keep him here at all costs.
"Zhao Junfeng, since you are uncontrollable and conscious, then you should know that even if you kill me, you will have to face those three people when you go out later!"
"Those three people may have come very early, they haven't left yet, they just think that we will break the net first to clean up the situation, you have to take Qiu Minmin away, I won't stop you, you two will leave now, when the time comes, it will be up to you whether the poisonous creatures vent their grievances or escape into the river and the sea!"
"Zhao Junfeng, let's join forces first, solve the three people outside, and then we will divide our lives and deaths, so that we won't be picked up by outsiders!"
Tan Wenbin: "The old man is a bit out of pretense."
Yin Meng curled his lips: "It's really shameless."
Tan Wenbin: "But Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin seem to be staring at him and are about to kill him.
Zhao Junfeng killed Ran Qiuping and Sun Hongxia on the premise that he could control himself and control Qiu Minmin, which proved that he had long been separated from his original identity bond.
Under this premise, if he is really wise, it seems that he should consider the old man's proposal.
Li Chaiyuan: "The book is on the old man."
Mao Chang'an was really forced to do anything about it, he had many scars on his body, he was covered in blood, and if he didn't move his real character, his life would really be thrown here.
I saw his two thumb nails piercing into his palm respectively, piercing the bloody hole, and then pulling out two red threads from inside.
The red thread was propped up, and the waist was forced, and it bounced forward.
Just at this time, Zhao Junfeng pounced and spat out red mist from his mouth again, but when the red mist touched the popped red line, it made a "zila" sound, which not only dispersed by itself, but also did not stop the red line at all.
The red line bounced on Zhao Junfeng's body, like an ink bucket, leaving a red mark on Zhao Junfeng's chest, and then melted quickly.
"Bang!"
Zhao Junfeng was bounced out, his body twisted and turned, and the part of his body that was stained with red threads began to fall off.
Qiu Minmin appeared behind Mao Chang'an and stabbed his arms.
Mao Chang'an shrank back, did not choose to dodge, but leaned back, and hit Qiu Minmin's shoulder hard.
While Qiu Minmin retreated, the mud on his body quickly stuck to Mao Chang'an and poured in frantically from the wounds on his body.
"Ah!!"
Mao Changan let out a scream, but his arms were still wrapped, and the red thread wrapped around Qiu Minmin's neck, and then he exerted all his strength!
"Poof......"
Qiu Minmin's head was cut off.
The headless corpse took a few steps back, his arms spread out, pus gushed out from the incision in his neck, black gas overflowed, and resentment began to dissipate.
"I'm a guy, the old thing is so strong." Tan Wenbin swallowed subconsciously, "Without Brother Xiaoyuan's hand, Yin Meng and I really couldn't do him, why was the red thread pulled out of the body?"
Yin Meng: "He warmed it up in his body and used it as a tendon."
"So ruthless, Mengmeng, will you do this?"
"No, I mentioned it when I heard my grandfather tell stories when I was a child."
"This set of things doesn't look like the right way no matter how you look at it."
When Li Zhuiyuan heard this, he couldn't help but think of the blood-colored fish gills that appeared on Uncle Qin's body before he went down the river, in fact, the righteous path was already very bloody.
After solving Qiu Minmin, Mao Changan used a red line to force Zhao Junfeng to retreat continuously, but every time he wanted to take this opportunity to break away, Zhao Junfeng stuck up again, like a maggot on his tarsal bone.
But at the same time, he gave Mao Chang'an a chance, he pretended to leave the hall again, and when Zhao Junfeng pounced on him again, he kicked his feet, bounced back, and sat directly on Zhao Junfeng.
Pressed down with both arms, and the red thread was pulled towards Zhao Junfeng's neck.
Zhao Junfeng raised his arms and stabbed into Mao Chang'an's thighs, while opening his mouth and spitting out the red mist frantically.
"Give me death, give me death, give me death!"
Mao Chang'an ignored it and fought everything.
"Poof......"
Zhao Junfeng's head was also cut off and rolled several times on the ground.
"Huh...... Shout...... Huh......
Mao Chang'an was covered in blood, like a blood man, limping towards the door, facing the three people standing outside the house, he smiled.
Against the background of blood, his teeth were very white.
The red thread in his hand had broken, and from his face to his arms to his legs, the flesh and skin were obviously loose, as if he had suddenly become twenty years older.
But he still didn't give up, knowing that he had no strength to fight anymore, he said: "You can mention the conditions, just ask me to give me a way to live."
Li Zhuyuan shook his head: "You have to die."
"Why? I have no grudge against you."
Li Chaiyuan replied seriously: "If I don't kill you, the three of us will come here tonight and do nothing, which will make us look dumbfounded."
Mao Chang'an: "......"
Tan Wenbin echoed: "Yes, yes, the play is indeed exciting and good-looking, but you have to do something to get a sense of participation."
Mao Chang'an: "My every move is in accordance with the rules, you kill me, aren't you afraid of divine punishment?"
Tan Wenbin pointed to the three of them: "It's okay, the three of us share one point, and there shouldn't be much left on average."
Li Zhuiyuan: "Without my previous reminder, you have died under Zhao Junfeng's sneak attack, so your life is mine."
Yin Meng looked at Tan Wenbin: "The gap in the brain."
Mao Changan slumped on the ground with a "pop", took out a piece of talisman paper from his hand, stroked it with his fingertips, and lit it.
He was barely able to walk now, and no matter how much he bleeded, excessive blood loss could lead to his death, so he knew very well that there was no possibility of escape.
Selfish people are not only very afraid of death, but also afraid that others will take advantage of them.
The talisman he had just ignited was the "key" to the house.
The moment the talisman paper burned, the wind in the temple changed its taste.
The original yin-yang combination pattern began to rub and collide, a strong yin energy overflowed from the bronze door below the general's statue, and clusters of green ghost fires rose in the air, and lines of fire appeared on the ground.
"None of you want to take my things, don't think about ......"
The fire began to appear, which ignited without a dead end, and soon spread from everywhere.
Yin Meng: "Brother Xiaoyuan, I'll go kill him, and then we'll leave."
"Let's go."
Li Chaiyuan turned around and ran directly out.
Yin Meng didn't understand a little, wouldn't it look stupid if he didn't kill someone?
And although the fire started at this time, it was not yet extremely critical, and the killer had no time to run out.
Tan Wenbin had already followed, and when Yin Meng saw this, he finally glanced at Mao Chang'an who was sitting there, and ran out with him.
"Hey......"
Looking at the backs of the three of them leaving, Mao Changan laughed, and then looked at the flames burning around him, his face showed loneliness.
Reaching out and taking out a book with a white seal and black background from his arms.
He knew that if it weren't for this book, he and his son would still be living a peaceful life, inheriting family learning, maintaining the peace of one party, not letting death become a disaster in the world, and not insulting the lintel of the ancestors.
It is precisely because of its appearance that it has changed all this, and it is all harmful.
But soon, greed and attachment appeared in Mao Chang'an's eyes, he loved this book, and he loved it to the point of his heart.
If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening; Where did the ordinary corpse fisherman sit on the dock get the real esoteric inheritance, it was this book that allowed him to see the real wonderful, it turns out that this world can still be so possible.
Zhushan, my good son, my good apprentice, you must be in the same mood as me.
What is it to lose your life in order to see the scenery of that world?
We just failed, we didn't succeed, how many of them can succeed throughout the ages?
After all, we father and son want to see more than others and our ancestors......
The cold wind blew and opened the first page, which was blank.
Mao Changan was stunned, he immediately turned the second page, blank, and then turned the third page, blank, continue to turn, it's all blank!
The book is true, he remembers this kind of paper touch, but the original record in the book is the refining method of yin and yang with life and death, the method of controlling the corpse with needles, why are these missing?
"No, no, no, no!!"
Mao Changan kept turning the pages, he could accept failure, he could accept his own son as the price of failure, but he couldn't accept that it was just a scam from beginning to end!
The yin and yang life and death refining method it gives is not true, this book teases himself and his son, his father and son, and completely becomes the plaything of this book!
"It can't be like this, it can't be like this, please, please, put the word out, put the word out, even if it's wrong, even if it's false, please, give me a word, give me a word......"
Suddenly, Zhao Junfeng, who was headless at the entrance of the hall, slowly stood up.
Mao Chang'an heard the movement and looked back.
Zhao Junfeng's clothes fell off, and a lot of minced meat on his chest had fallen off due to being swept by the red line before, but in the depths of the flesh and blood, there was a woman's face, slowly wriggling.
It was Qiu Minmin's face.
The headless Zhao Junfeng walked up to Mao Chang'an, stretched out his hand, grabbed Mao Changan's head, and kept exerting force.
"Ahhhhh......"
"Bang!"
The head exploded, and red and white splashed all over the ground.
Zhao Junfeng bent down and picked up the book with a white seal and black background, which was originally splashed with a lot of dirt, but disappeared in an instant as if it had been absorbed.
The woman's face on her chest, her mouth open, and the book being bitten by the woman.
A puddle of mud appeared around Zhao Junfeng's body, wrapped it, and before the fire burned here, he moved out along the ground.
Breaking away from the scorching sea of fire and leaving the General Temple, he went straight towards the nearest river, like a fish that had regained its freedom and was about to return to the water.
However, the fish were swimming, and the fire of the General Temple below was still so clear.
Finally, the fish stopped.
The mud slowly faded, Zhao Junfeng looked around, the woman's eyes on his chest, kept looking at him.
He was trapped.
"Hey, hey."
Tan Wenbin stood up slowly, holding the Seven Star Hook in his left hand and the Luo Sheng Umbrella in his right hand.
In an emergency, it is most suitable to take the Yellow River shovel, but when you really need to cooperate and have sufficient conditions and equipment, you have to clarify your positioning.
Next to her, Yin Meng was holding a Yellow River shovel, and when Runsheng was not there, she took the main attack.
"Hey, hahaha......"
Tan Wenbin couldn't stop laughing.
Yin Meng couldn't help but glance at him and said, "You smile like a villain in a TV series."
Tan Wenbin held back his laughter and licked his lips: "Don't say it, it's really happy to be a villain."
After a pause, Tan Wenbin asked again: "Brother Xiaoyuan, how did you guess that there were additional questions?"
Li Chaiyuan sat on a stone and said calmly:
"It's not an additional question, it's that the total score is dissatisfied and I missed a face."
Immediately, the young man supported his knees with his elbows and rested his palms on his cheeks:
"Don't delay, solve it before the fire attracts people."
Tan Wenbin said to Yin Meng: Look, who really looks like a villain.
Yin Meng did not refute.
The two of them muttered at the same time: "Three or three are born, four or four are dry, two eight questions are asked, and three nine are ......docked."
Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but put his hand up and cover his eyes, this scene was like entering the examination room with the multiplication formula on his back, so stupid that he couldn't see it.
Zhao Junfeng wanted to dodge, but he was obviously moving backwards, and he quickly took the initiative to step forward and was hooked by the hook.
Yin Meng stepped forward and re-shot.
When Zhao Junfeng reacted and wanted to resist, Tan Wenbin opened his umbrella and blocked all the mud that splashed over.
Then remove the umbrella at the right time, and Yin Meng is a shovel again.
Zhao Junfeng couldn't escape, he couldn't dodge it, and the attack was defused again and again, but the damage was not eaten by a single move.
His state had already been cut off by Mao Chang'an, and he was able to find it by fake death.
And Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng's extremely rigid cooperation offensive even strangled any possibility of reversal and miracle.
It's just that this fight becomes a bit boring.
Li Zhuyuan sighed, if Runsheng was here, with Runsheng's power, it would have ended long ago, Yin Meng is still too far away in terms of simple strength, she is more suitable for Tan Wenbin's current position, and Tan Wenbin is more suitable for her current position.
At the young man's feet, there were still many remaining formation flags, and when there was a loose or broken formation wherever there was a hole, he needed to hold the flag to repair it.
But in this smooth situation at the moment, the formation is very stable, and it can support it until the effect of the formation naturally fades, and he has nothing to do at all.
This is also the reason why he couldn't accept Runsheng's mistake last time, obviously there was a more rational team choice, but he had to be swayed by his emotions at that moment.
Li Zhuiyuan's attention was more focused on the book in the woman's mouth.
The copper coin left in Shigang, if you don't touch it, it will be very quiet, but this book should have some kind of activity, and it may even actively seduce people.
Forget it, in order to end early, add a fire yourself.
Li Chaiyuan stood up and shouted: "Remember, you are not allowed to read that book later, that book is mine!"
Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng's inner thoughts after hearing this shout were:
Well, do you need to shout, who else can it belong to if not yours? Even if this book is placed in front of them, they don't dare to turn it over!
At this moment, the woman's mouth opened, she spat out the book, and it fell to the ground.
Then, Zhao Junfeng stood in place, motionless, and let people kill him.
Rao is like this, Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng still follow the old rhythm very stably, attacking and defending one at a time, until Yin Meng completely slapped the face on Zhao Junfeng's chest.
Finally, "Puff", Zhao Junfeng leaned back and fell to the ground, pus gushed out, and the black gas dissipated wildly.
solved!
"Huh......" Yin Meng breathed a sigh of relief, her two arms were weak, and her palms were even more bleeding.
Tan Wenbin propped up the Luo Sheng umbrella on the ground and rubbed his waist.
In fact, in the last period of time, they knew that they could be more presumptuous, and they gave up resisting even when they died, but there was really no way, they were still reciting the formula in their hearts for fear of making mistakes, so naturally they could only continue to look at each other.
"Close your eyes."
The two immediately closed their eyes obediently.
Li Zhuiyuan also walked down with his eyes closed, he could remember the direction below, so he walked very steadily and stood in front of the book.
There was no wind, but I heard the sound of the book turning the pages.
Li Chaiyuan likes to read books very much, but this is the first time he has taken the initiative to flatter himself when he encounters a book.
It's a pity that this charming eye can only be thrown to the blind.
Li Chaiyuan took out a piece of canvas, the wooden flower roll in the canvas was still purple, and each piece was carved off the ancestral tablet by Ah Li himself.
Then Ali personally carved out the pattern, placed it in the cloth, and sewed it.
Its problem is that it is not as convenient to use as an exorcism whip, but there is no doubt that the canvas has always been the most harmful tool to evil spirits in his hands.
Li Chaiyuan covered the canvas with the book.
"Izzy ........."
In an instant, it was as if water had been poured into a boiling oil pan, and the smell of burnt smoke was smelled in his nose.
"Alas......
Li Chaiyuan sighed, he didn't know when he would see Ah Li, this thing was broken, and there was no way to repair it.
Soon, the boy realized that this idea was wrong, and Ah Li was not his tool.
Therefore, he quickly corrected himself in his heart:
Ah Li is not around, this is what Ah Li left with me, if it is broken, how should I see things and think of people.
This kind of thinking is obviously much more appropriate.
Li Chaiyuan enjoys this feeling very much, because only when it comes to Ah Li, his inner thoughts will become more active, and he will no longer weigh the pros and cons and motivations alone.
The "sizzle" sound gradually subsided, and I didn't know if the canvas was burned through or if the thing was finally pressed down.
Li Zhuyuan bent down and reached out to carefully touch it from the edge.
It was dangerous, but the canvas had become very thin and thin, which meant that most of the purple wood flower rolls inside had turned black.
Fortunately, this book was indeed suppressed.
Li Zhuyuan took out the purple exorcism whip, wrapped the book in canvas first, and then tied it with the exorcism whip to tie a knot.
After doing this, Li Zhuiyuan opened his eyes and looked at the cloth bag wrapped in the leather whip in his hand.
She couldn't let Grandma Liu see this, and she couldn't let her know that the ancestors of the Qin and Liu families were used to wrap the book cover by herself.
Even if he did this, the boy still felt that it was a little unsafe, this thing was not like the copper coin, it had its own consciousness, and when he shouted for it before, it took the initiative to "surrender".
Therefore, it is not appropriate to dig a hole to bury it, if it comes out one day and you burn it like you just now, you may find a way to find a new body to come over and seek revenge.
I still have to take it back to the dormitory and watch it myself.
Taking out the talisman paper he had drawn, Li Chaiyuan pasted it on, the talisman paper did not change color and was very stable.
"Brother Binbin, do you still have talisman paper there?"
"Yes, I have everything in my bag."
"You can open your eyes." Saying that, Li Chaiyuan threw the cloth bag to Tan Wenbin, "Stick it all over it."
"Okay!"
In just this moment, Zhao Junfeng's body had turned into pus, and the raging fire in the General Temple below was destined to burn everything clean.
This saves the effort of dealing with the aftermath, if it is just a missing person or an arson case, it will not alarm people like Yu Shu.
Li Zhuiyuan didn't really want to deal with them now, because he was fighting, and it was easy to meet Li Lan.
I have my own path to go, just like now, my own team, my own partner, well, although the one I trust the most didn't come today.
"Pack up your things, let's go back to school."
Jiangjun Mountain is relatively remote, and there are almost no taxis at night, and for the sake of safety, the three of them deliberately walked a long distance away from the private car they had just found and paid for the driver to help deliver it to the school.
When they entered the school, it was not yet dawn, and they were afraid of being impressed by the security guard at the door, so the three of them did not go through the door, but chose to climb over the wall.
Walking on the cold campus tree-lined path, Tan Wenbin laughed at himself: "The fare is so expensive today, if you don't have money, you really can't get rid of the demon or protect the road."
Yin Meng said: "After school starts, the store will be able to make money, and when we save again, we can buy a purchased car by ourselves, so that it will be convenient in the future, and the prices in Jinling are really expensive."
Tan Wenbin: "Right, it's better for us to be Xiao Nantong."
Yin Meng: "The price is similar to Jinling, and the salary is lower."
Tan Wenbin coughed twice and changed the subject: "However, Brother Xiaoyuan, do we need to be so careful to climb over the wall and come in? Even if the school finds that Wu Xinhui and the others are missing, they won't suspect us."
"It's five."
"Eh...... Yes, there are five."
There is also a store seller and a dormitory manager.
"Under normal circumstances, we can't find out what happened to us, but what if we encounter a police officer like your dad again?"
I remember that afternoon, outside the video hall of Sister Mei in Shinan Town, Tan Yunlong just got out of the car, scanned around, and walked straight towards him.
This scene is still fresh in Li Zuiyuan's memory.
"Aha, the next time I call my dad, I will tell him what you said, Brother Xiaoyuan, believe me, my dad will be happy because of this."
Yin Meng smiled: "Your father-son relationship is so good."
Tan Wenbin: "By the way, you say, since it was not Qiu Minmin killed by Wu Xinhui, who was the murderer of Qiu Minmin?"
Yin Meng: "Could it be that Zhao Junfeng killed him?"
Tan Wenbin shook his head and said: "How is it possible, in Zhao Junfeng's memory, he shouted that he was wronged and that he did not kill anyone."
Yin Meng: "Then did Zhao Junfeng remember when he saw the incident?"
"No."
"I heard that when death row inmates go to the shooting range, they will continue to shout that they are wronged."
Tan Wenbin blinked: "I'll go there, it won't really be Zhao Junfeng who killed him, right? Yes, if it weren't for the person he killed, what would he run to? When he was rescued from the water by Mao Zhushan, he would definitely not say that he was a murderer, but would definitely say that he was wronged."
Li Zhuiyuan said: "What kind of profession are you?"
Yin Meng and Tan Wenbin said in unison: "Corpse digger."
Li Chaiyuan: "What is the most basic condition for the formation of death?"
Yin Meng: "Resentment."
Tan Wenbin patted his forehead: "Then Zhao Junfeng died unjustly, he was wronged."
Li Zhuiyuan shook his head: "In fact, there will be exceptions, but the five people who disappeared this time are all related to the case seven years ago, and the police will definitely restart the investigation.
Maybe, the real culprit is also in this school now."
Yin Meng first went back to the store to feed the dog, and then had to go to the infirmary to visit Runsheng.
Li Chaiyuan and Tan Wenbin returned to the dormitory, and when they passed by Lu Yi's dormitory, they found that the door was open, and there was something about the previous evil, Tan Wenbin pushed the door in and took a look, and when he came out, he had a red sausage in his mouth:
"Others are not there."
Back in his dormitory, Tan Wenbin was responsible for wiping and tidying up the utensils, and Chase Li took a bath in the sink to take a bath.
As soon as he was washed, the sound of slippers came from behind him, it was Lu Yi, and he had a mixed expression.
"Brother Prodigy, why are you taking a shower now?"
"It's too hot to sleep."
"Brother Prodigy, I just got up to urinate, guess what I saw when I came back, the red sausage I put on the table is gone, it's gone!"
"Oh."
"Brother Prodigy, do you think this is a good thing or a bad thing?"
"Good thing, the offerings are useful."
"Well, that's good, that's good, alas, it's so pitiful, I now suspect that this ghost was also from my hometown of Nagada during his lifetime."
"Maybe."
"Then I will provide two more red sausages next time, even if it is a ghost, I can't let the fellow ghosts not have enough to eat."
Li Chaiyuan returned to the dormitory with a basin, Tan Wenbin sat on the ground holding a towel and carefully wiping the umbrella, and the red sausage in his mouth had already eaten more than half of it.
"I'll go to sleep first, brother."
"Well, you go to bed first, brother."
Li Chaiyuan lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and he fell asleep quickly.
But not long after dawn, he woke up, and on the bed next door, Tan Wenbin, who had packed up his things and taken a shower, was sleeping soundly with a pillow.
Li Chaiyuan sat up, under normal circumstances, unless he was overdrawn yesterday, his biological clock was very stable.
But the boy felt that this stable biological clock was destined not to last long, because it lacked the natural sound of three times a day.
At this moment, a natural sound came from the dormitory downstairs outside the window:
"Xiaoyuan, let's have breakfast!"
(End of this chapter)