"Ahh

Zhuang Yonglong waved his hands and feet indiscriminately, letting out a heart-rending scream.

"Master, master, what's wrong?"

Zhuang Yonglong suddenly came to his senses, turned over and sat up, gasping for air.

"Master," Zhao looked at her husband worriedly, "Master, what's wrong?

Zhuang Yonglong looked at his wife and slowly calmed down, only to find that the sheets were wet with cold sweat, and it was sticky and uncomfortable to lie on it.

Anyway, he couldn't sleep, so he simply got out of bed and sat on the chair in a daze, brought himself a glass of water, and drank it one by one.

Zhao got off the bed, sat next to Zhuang Yonglong, and wiped his sweat distressedly: "Why do you have nightmares again? Master, what have you dreamed of?"

Zhuang Yonglong opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but after thinking about it, he couldn't remember what dreams he had. He shook his head slowly: "None of your business, go to bed!"

Zhao was worried about Zhuang Yonglong, how could he sleep: "Master, you see that you have nightmares every day, it won't be, it won't be a ghost, right?"

Zhuang Yonglong's face turned pale in an instant, and he said angrily: "Pure nonsense! Bah, bah, the woman's mouth has no door, how can they say that word at night! Isn't it just a nightmare, it's not a big deal!"

Zhao was a little worried, but he didn't dare to disobey his husband, and sighed deeply: "Hey, seeing that the days are getting better and better, why did this happen!"

"Ahh

The woman's screams pierced the night sky, making it look particularly bleak.

Zhuang Yonglong was already frightened, but now he was even more frightened, and he jumped up from the stool with a bang.

I heard a knock on the door outside.

The couple looked at each other and didn't dare to step forward to open the door for a while.

"Master, open the door quickly, I'm Wangcai!"

It turned out to be Wangcai, Zhuang Yonglong breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door and kicked it, and said angrily: "What kind of nerves do you have in the middle of the night!"

"Master, go and take a look!" Wangcai couldn't help but cry out in pain: "The eldest young master has fallen into the water!"

"What!"

Zhuang Yonglong and Zhao hurriedly came to the edge of the pond, several subordinates gathered around, and in the middle lay a young man covered in water with a pale face, lying on the ground coldly, his chest no longer undulating.

"Heng'er!"

Zhao cried and jumped up, hugged his son, and said anxiously: "Why is my Heng'er so cold, don't you Diao slaves know how to take some bedding to warm Heng'er!"

"Madame......"

"Let's go!"

"The eldest young master, he ......" A few subordinates turned to Zhuang Yonglong, who was a little calmer, and stumbled and said: "Master, the eldest young master, he has ......"

Zhuang Yonglong staggered a few steps, his Heng'er was only sixteen years old, he hadn't married yet, and he hadn't left an heir, how could he be so gone.

He trembled and stretched out his hand, put it under Zhuang Heng's nose, and retracted it violently like an electric shock, tears in his eyes.

"Madam, Heng'er...... Dead ......"

Zhao's body went limp, and he immediately fainted to the ground.

There was another flurry of chickens and dogs jumping in the yard.

......

The matter of the Xuanyin Division branch is basically settled.

It's a reserve member and it's a child, it's full.

She didn't invite a martial arts master from the martial arts hall, and those masters in the martial arts hall mostly taught how to fight when competing with others, but did not teach the skills of life and death, and it was really wrong for them to teach them.

These children are handed over to the preparatory members to teach, first, there are few people in the Xuanyin Division, and no innate martial artist is willing to take children, and second, they are given ten taels of silver every month, and they can't just practice martial arts and don't do things.

In contrast to children, reserve members are required to go out on missions at least once a month.

They are still acquired warriors, and they have no ability to deal with ghosts, so they don't need to make a move, just follow the three members to protect themselves.

With more experience in this way, when you can deal with ghosts alone in the future, you won't panic too much and trap yourself to death.

Fang Xile still often runs to the branch, because she wants to stuff ghosts into the evil suppression tower.

The appearance of the evil tower is ordinary, the tower built with bricks and tiles, only to find that the cages are made of fine iron, and the tower is also wrapped with a thick layer of fine iron.

Even if the innate martial artist is holding a weapon, it will take time to knock and hit a cup of tea to break a small hole.

For the sake of safety, the evil suppression tower is full of imps, and their strength is equivalent to that of an acquired martial artist, so no matter how much they toss, they can't open the cage and escape.

Even if the cage is broken, the formation will immediately sound an alarm.

It only took three minutes for Fang Xile to rush over at full speed.

At present, most of the cages are empty, and there are only three ghosts, namely the ghosts, the ghosts, and the yellow eagles.

Huang Yi gained a lot of weight, and his round and soft belly covered his legs and feet, which looked like two round balls connected together. It is very satisfied with the current environment, although some people always come back to breathe its yin qi, but there is food, drink and shelter, and life is beautiful.

Fang Xile was meditating and cultivating inside, and suddenly found that the waist card flashed a few times.

With a few flicks of his fingers on it, the door of the Evil Suppression Tower opened, and Cheng Jiangyan looked around curiously at the inside of the Evil Suppression Tower.

"It's really gloomy here, you can stay because of my sister!"

"What's the matter?"

There have been a lot of ghosts recently, and Cheng Jiangyan and Ma Qingrong have been very busy.

Cheng Jiangyan leaned on her with a smile: "Look at what you said, I can't come to you if I don't have anything?"

Fang Xile was expressionless: "I still have to cultivate, give you ten numbers, ten, nine......"

"Okay, good," Cheng Jiangyan said: "Aren't you bored, I came to you as soon as I heard the news, there was a murder case in Xichuan County, and it was related to ghosts." ”

"Oh?" Fang Xile's eyes lit up: "Let's go, let's take a look!"

The two left the branch and quickly rushed to the scene of the crime.

"What's going on?"

Cheng Jiangyan trotted to keep up with the joyful pace above.

"It is a family surnamed Zhuang, their only son Zhuang Heng drowned in the pool, according to the little guy who witnessed the incident, Zhuang Heng thought about the devil at that time, and went straight to the water, no matter how he called. ”

Fang Xile raised his eyebrows, this symptom is a bit like sleepwalking, but sleepwalking can wake up.

"Anything else strange?"

"Yes, I heard that Zhuang Heng had a nightmare for a while before drowning. ”

"What kind of nightmare?"

"Zhuang Heng didn't say it, and now that he's dead, he can't ask, but you can ask his father, Zhuang Yonglong. ”

Fang Xile heard it inexplicably, Zhuang Heng didn't say it, how could Zhuang Yonglong know?

"Because Zhuang Yonglong, I've been having nightmares lately!"

"Have you checked it with the Yin Qi Talisman?"

"That's exactly what I'm trying to say, obviously the whole thing is weird, but I don't find the slightest bit of yin. ”

A smile appeared on the corner of Fang Xile's mouth, this case is a bit interesting!

ps: I've been lazy these days, and I've run out of manuscripts, and I'm a little panicked now (?? Д??) ！