"There was an earthquake!"

I have been to Sichuan for so many years, and I have been to so many large and small construction sites, I have seen the vibration of demolition and blasting, and I have felt the shaking of the explosion, but none of them can compare to the trembling of this time.

I couldn't control my body at all, and swayed back and forth in this small dark room with heaven and earth, until I collided with Ming Wazi and completely lost consciousness.

I don't know how long it took, but the abnormal suffocation in my chest forced me to wake up and sit up forcefully, and finally relieved my breath.

took out the lighter and pressed it, and looked around by the faint light, the small black house of more than ten square meters before has now become a cellar of less than four or five square meters, and there is not even a little gap that can make people breathe.

Ming Wazi was lying next to him, with a big bag swollen on his head, which seemed to have been caused by the earthquake just now.

I pushed the baby hard, but he just kept his eyes open and didn't say a word.

In my consciousness, only a dead person will keep his eyes open and not speak!

I was frightened and stepped back with the lighter, and just then the flame of the lighter was extinguished, and the endless darkness and cold enveloped me completely, and in this darkness I distinctly heard the sound of someone getting up from the ground.

"Ming Wazi?"

"Is it tender, Ming Wazi, are you awake?"

I shouted loudly, but no one responded in the darkness, and I pressed the lighter as hard as I could, but it didn't catch fire at all.

Just as I was about to collapse, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed my neck, and the cold breath spread from those hands all over my body, I was so frightened that I didn't dare to move, I opened my mouth wide, tried to breathe, but I couldn't breathe at all.

When the last moment of my life came, I calmed down.

This is fate, it's time for me to pay for that Miss Lin's life, and it's time for me to repay the debt I have owed to Ming Wazi's family in the past ten years.

At this moment, I gave up the struggle and slowly collapsed in the darkness......

……

"Bang!"

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground rang in my ears, and I woke up suddenly, desperately breathing in the rare fresh air around me.

In front of my eyes, the body of the second uncle of Ming Wazi suddenly lay down for some reason, and Fu Lin stood aside, staring at me with strange eyes, and opened his mouth to ask, "Xiaoyou, what did you see?"

"I ......"

I subconsciously wanted to tell Fu Lin everything I had just seen, but when the words came to my mouth, I couldn't say anything at all.

The death of the second uncle of Ming Wazi is really strange, not only strange, but also completely different from the memory of Ming Wazi that I saw before.

Looking at Ming Wazi's previous life before, I suspected that Ming Wazi was killed by his second uncle, but now it is Ming Wazi's second uncle who was killed by Ming Wazi, which is ...... Which version of this is true?

Also, doesn't it mean that the baby's second uncle gave the family a dream, why is it clear that the baby's second uncle himself doesn't have a dream at all. And according to the development of the incident just now, if it was really the second uncle of Ming Wazi who killed Ming Wazi's father, then he would not dare to go home when he was alive, and it would be even more impossible to go back when he died. He said it himself, and he didn't have the face to face the people in his family.

No, there must be something wrong with this!

I noticed the strangeness of the matter, and I looked up and wanted to ask Fu Lin clearly, I remember that Fu Lin said before that he came to drive the corpse, on the one hand, it was because of the dream of the second uncle of Ming Wazi. If the second uncle of Ming Wazi didn't have a dream, then wouldn't Fulin be lying to me.

But before I could ask the question in my heart, Fu Lin spoke first, and opened his mouth to ask what I saw on the corpse of the second uncle of Ming Wazi, but asked directly: "Xiaoyou, do you see clearly who is the person who killed Miss Lin's family?"

The urgency in Fu Lin's tone made me a little uneasy, it felt like he wanted to know about the whole process of Miss Lin's case, and find out all the key people who framed Mingwa's father.

This is too unreasonable, shouldn't it be Ming Wazi who is so urgent, why is he a corpse chaser in such a hurry?

"Dao Chief, don't worry, I have a question for you. ”

"What?"

"You said that two people died together, but I saw that what happened before death was different, what is going on? Can corpses really lie?"

"Yes, I told you before that if the corpse is angry, it will have a mental impact on the living. If the corpse is formed again, the corpse that occupies the dominant position in the corpse will control people to serve him. It's as if you were controlled by Xiangxiu's female baby before, and you went to uncover the Dao talisman on her face. They're not lying, but they're letting you see some memories they've changed privately. ”

"Then how do you determine if a person is under the influence of a corpse?"

"Low-level corpses will make people do things directly. The high-level corpse will affect the subconscious of the person, so that the affected person will continue to influence others in the state of a normal person. All affected people will unconsciously serve the Corpse until the Corpse's appeal is fulfilled or the Light of Death is over. High-grade corpse demons are rare in the world, and 100% of them are raised by people to refine corpses, so that they can create the kind of corpses that can affect everyone. The most famous is that the three brothers of Zhang Jiao in the late Han Dynasty were affected by corpses, recruited a wide range of believers, and launched the Yellow Turban Uprising. ”

"The Yellow Turban Uprising, caused by corpses?"

"That's right, there is a record of this paragraph in my Zhang family's ancestral corpse expulsion secret book. ”

"If there is such a corpse, then it will become a god?"

"The corpse demon that Zhang Jiao encountered is the corpse demon that already has a little magical power, similar to the corpse god. ”

"Corpse God ......"

What Fu Lin said made me a little broken, could the Nima Yellow Turban Rebellion be caused by the corpse of the gods?

Well, whether he's saying it or not, it's okay with what I'm going to focus on right now.

"Dao Chief, don't talk about these useless things, let me ask you, if a person speaks something similar to a corpse's previous life, but deviates from the memory of another corpse, then this person is considered to be affected by the corpse?"

"Theoretically, yes. ”

"Then tell me, you came to drive away the corpse, is there such a thing as Ming Wazi and his second uncle giving dreams to the family?"

"Yes. ”

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. ”

"But why did I see the second uncle of Ming Wazi in his previous life, and there was no part of the dream?"

"Impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible. Either you are affected by the corpse and are lying unconsciously, or I am affected by the corpse and what I see from the corpse of Ming Wazi and his second uncle is fake. Anyway, one of the two of us is controlled by the corpse, no matter which of us is controlled, one thing can be completely proven. ”

"Which point?"

"Look at the second uncle of Ming Wazi if there is a scar on his neck!"

"Scars?"

Fu Lin was a little stunned when he heard my words, so I didn't care so much, I stepped forward directly, and gently opened the neckline of the corpse of the second uncle of Ming Wazi a little, only to see that there were two five-finger bruises on the neck of the bloodless corpse.

This trace is too obvious, as long as a discerning person can completely see that the second uncle of Ming Wazi was killed.

What does this prove?

This proves that the memory of the second uncle of Ming Wazi that I saw is true, and the memory of Ming Wazi is fake.

And at the beginning, Fulin himself said that the corpse of a person who could not dare to be killed by someone could not drive the corpse, but the scar of the second uncle of Ming Wazi who was strangled to death was so obvious in front of him, but Fulin still drove the corpse out.

What does this prove?

This proves that Fu Lin was controlled by the corpse demons, and he had been affected by the corpses since he first drove out the corpses.

And the most dominant role in this corpse is none other than Ming Wazi!

I dare to say that the first time I met Fu Lin to see the corpse, the second uncle who gave up looking at Ming Wazi must have been affected by Ming Wazi's corpse.

Well, everything is understood, the most terrifying of these seven corpses is not Xiangxiu who committed suicide at all, but Ming Wazi, who even controlled the corpse chaser, in order to find out the culprit who caused his father to be imprisoned.

At this moment, my mood was extremely happy, it felt like being a detective and solving a strange case.

But the good mood didn't last long, but I reacted suddenly, even Fu Lin has been affected, so how can this corpse problem be solved?

I looked at Fu Lin, who was full of shock, and asked cautiously, "Dao Chief, what should we do now?"

"What should I do?" Fu Lin unconsciously repeated my words, and then his expression changed, revealing a fierce look, and said sharply: "Look at Ming Wazi!

"Still watching?"

"Yes, you have to see it, didn't you say before that your carload of people were influenced to come to the ghoul road because of the black cat, our original intention of looking at the corpse this time was also to find out the cat owner, and now the cat owner has not been found, and it has led to the matter of Ming Wazi, how can you give up!"

Fulin gritted his teeth and said these words, which made me shudder to hear them, and the corners of my mouth couldn't help twitching.

But before I could put my facial muscles back in place, I heard an engine roar from far and near.

When I turned my head, two bright lights shone brightly, and the bus I was in drove back at this time, and it drove straight towards where I was standing.