As Zhang Wen stopped moving, everything fell silent.

The dim yellow flames of the two candles flickered a few times, and suddenly flashed a dark green.

Seeing this, Zhang Ling hurriedly shouted at Wang Bin: "It's not good, quickly break the eggs!"

Wang Bin didn't wait for Zhang Ling to finish speaking, and stretched out his hand to the egg in front of the table. But just as he was about to make contact, Zhang Wen suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Wang Bin's wrist.

Wang Bin felt that it didn't seem to be human power, it was like an iron claw claw clutching his wrist.

Zhang Wen raised his head, stared at Wang Bin viciously, and threw Wang Bin against the wall behind him with a little force.

Wang Bin hit the wall with his back, and hit the framed painting hanging on the wall to the ground, and the glass on the frame "clicked" and shattered all over the ground.

Wang Bin turned over and squatted on the ground, staring at "Zhang Wen" in front of him.

This "Zhang Wen" slowly stood up, twisted his neck from side to side, made a "gaba" sound, and then grinned at the root of his ear on the left side of his mouth, and said in a male voice that did not belong to this world: "Hahahahahha!ya o dou, ji you."

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a li ma xi da！”

Wang Bin frowned, he couldn't understand what this article was talking about!

Zhang Ling, who could read minds directly on the table, shouted at Wang Bin: "He said, I'm finally free! This should be the conjuring ceremony to release some oriental things, you have to be careful." ”

Zhang Wen pursed his mouth, closed his eyes, and continued: "あなた達,All dead ぬべきです!" (You guys, all of you have to die!)

As soon as the words fell, he directly picked up the stool and smashed it at Wang Bin, who was squatting, Wang Bin turned his head to dodge, dodged behind Zhang Wen, wrapped his arms tightly around his neck, and tightened hard.

Zhang Ling on the side coughed twice: "Ahem, don't, this will kill me and Zhang Wen!"

Wang Bin reduced his strength slightly, Zhang Wen immediately slammed Wang Bin's ribs with his elbow, Wang Bin let go of his hand in pain, and Zhang Wen flew up and kicked Wang Bin to the wall.

Wang Bin leaned against the wall, clutching his chest that had been kicked painfully, grinning his teeth.

He thought to himself: If you weren't afraid of killing Zhang Wen together, Lao Tzu would make you lose your soul!

Zhang Wen looked at Wang Bin contemptuously: "あなた達の支人は,すべてろくでなしです!Long live the empire!" (You people in China are FW, long live the empire!)

Zhang Ling scolded directly: "Wolver! Do you have a kind of repetition?"

Zhang Wen immediately turned around and faced Zhang Ling: "あなたを, forget れました." (Forgot about you.) ）

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and pulled Zhang Ling's statue to the ground, and the statue was shattered.

Seeing that Zhang Wen had diverted his attention, Wang Bin pounced towards the eggs on the table, but Zhang Wen turned his head slightly, looked behind him, and punched Wang Bin in the face: "へっぽこ野lang, あなたは私のを打ち負かせません!"

(Stupid, you can't beat me!)

Wang Bin shook his head, wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and saw the blood stains on the back of his hand, and the word "demon" on Wang Bin's head lit up: "Damn, the tiger doesn't threaten you to be my Kitty cat?"

As he spoke, he pulled his palms horizontally, sacrificed the Qingyun Sword, and aimed the blade at Zhang Wen.

Zhang Wen sneered twice: "Yong気がありますか?あなたが私を殺せば,彼も死んでしまいます." (Do you dare??If you kill me, he'll die too!)

Wang Bin didn't understand Zhang Wen's words at all, so he raised his sword and slashed.

Zhang Wen looked frightened, grabbed the egg and stepped to the left, and the sword slashed firmly on Zhang Wen's dining table, and the dining table was immediately split in two and fell to the ground, and the things on the table crackled and scattered all over the ground.

Wang Bin didn't allow him to breathe, and stabbed at Zhang Wen with another sword, Zhang Wen hurriedly turned sideways, hit the Qingyun Sword aside with one palm, and retreated to the door again: "止まってください!" (Stop!)

He raised a hand and motioned for Wang Bin to stop: "気が狂ったのですか?"

Wang Bin ignored him at all, and made another horizontal slash at Zhang Wen, Zhang Wen bent down to dodge, and Wang Bin rushed up with a kick.

Zhang Wen, who was kicked against the wall, blocked his hands in front of him: "ひどいことをするな!" (Don't go too far!)

After speaking, the faint green candlelight flickered again and turned dark yellow, Zhang Wen lost consciousness and fell.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Wen became conscious, he slowly opened his eyes, and grinned and said that he was in pain all over.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the "Bleach of Death" peripheral dolls he bought a long time ago standing on top of him and staring at him: "Damn, what is this!"

He quickly sat up and pulled the doll to the ground with one palm.

He looked around vigilantly and found himself lying in the bedroom, Wang Bin, who was originally sitting at the foot of the bed, seemed to care about the doll very much, and hurriedly picked it up.

Holding the doll on himself, Wang Bin looked at Zhang Wen complainingly and sympathetically: "I said brother, this, but your master." ”

After speaking, he held up the doll and shook it. Without waiting for Zhang Wen to speak, the doll spoke: "Okay, you scoundrel, I haven't settled accounts with you about summoning spirits to recruit an Oriental ghost, and you still dare to beat the master?"

After speaking, the doll jumped on the bed, ran to Zhang Wen's body, and hit Zhang Wen's chest with a combination of punches.

Zhang Wen ducked twice at first, but he found that it didn't hurt at all, so he laughed out loud: "I said, Master, don't say it, you're really a little cute like this." ”

The doll froze for a moment, walked up to Wang Bin angrily, and sat next to him. Wang Bin didn't turn his head either, laughed secretly, then controlled his expression and turned his head, pretending to be serious: "Ahem, let's talk about business." ”

He leaned down and put his head close to the doll: "Master Zhang, the soul conjuring failed just now, what's going on?"

The doll said in a Minion-like voice, "There are many reasons why the conjuring failed, but I think there are two main reasons. ”

The doll cleared his throat and continued: "This is the first one, that is, Zhou Yu's birthday is wrong, but this is unlikely, because you transferred it from the public security system. ”

"And the second?"

"The second is that Zhou Yu's soul has been taken away. ”

Wang Bin was puzzled: "If that's the case, then why did you recruit an Oriental ghost?" After speaking, he didn't forget to look at Zhang Wen.

The doll replied: "On the one hand, the folk spiritualism is extremely unstable, and on the other hand, the person who received Zhou Yu's soul used the soul change technique. ”

"What is the Soul Changing Technique?" Wang Bin and Zhang Wen asked in unison.

"The so-called soul-changing technique is mostly used by evil sects. They detained the soul of the person, and they were afraid that the soul would be taken away, so they first wrote the birth date of the detained soul on white paper, and then sealed the wandering ghost in advance in a coffin nail in the straw man. Wrap the straw man in a blank piece of paper with the eight characters of the birth date written on it, and then cast a spell on it, so that when someone wants to recall the soul, they will summon the wandering ghost. ”

Wang Bin nodded: "I understand, the Oriental ghost just now was brought up by someone using the Soul Changing Technique." ”

Zhang Wen exclaimed, "What, do you two mean that I was a little devil just now?" Wang Bin and the doll looked at Zhang Wen sympathetically, and nodded at the same time.

Wang Bin thought for a moment and said to himself: "Since it can be determined that Zhou Yu's soul was taken away, then Xu Xiujie's soul should also be like this." Then I can basically conclude that the soul detention is the murderer's motive for killing. If this is the case, then the 'age group of the deceased' mentioned by Gao Lu should also be a criterion for the murderer to select the victim. ”

He turned to the doll again: "Master Zhang, please tell me the purpose of soul detention." ”

The doll shook his head: "This person is not using Taoist techniques, nor is it ordinary folk magic, so I still have to check this and give me a day." ”

It added: "Oh yes, the other party's use of Oriental ghosts is likely to take advantage of the loophole that our gods can only control our ghosts. This shows that he should be more familiar with the way you handle cases and the places you go every day. ”

Wang Bin thought for a while, and suddenly stood up: "I understand, thank you Heavenly Master for your order, and I will say goodbye!"

After speaking, he left Zhang Wen's house in a hurry. The door was closed with a "bang", Zhang Wen breathed a sigh of relief, lay down again, caught a glimpse of the doll, sat up again, and asked with a smile: "Master, how did you become like this?"

The doll approached Zhang Wen and jumped on Zhang Wen's shoulder: "Okay, you have to know sooner or later, and I'll tell you about it as a teacher." ”

Early in the morning of the second day, Wu Mingyu came to the long-distance bus station with a big bag on his back. He understands that his mental state may not be suitable for driving.

Sitting on the urban and rural guests, looking out the window, a touch of bright green retreats backwards, and occasionally a few magpies make a pleasant call, this scenery is really rare in the city.

But Mingyu had no intention of admiring the scenery outside the window, his eyes were staring directly at the car window, but the appearance of the patient vomiting blood and convulsions appeared in his mind.

The car was very quiet, most people leaned back on the soft seats and fell asleep, occasionally one or two children frolicking, but only for a while, and they fell asleep when they were tired of playing.

Approaching the village, the road became difficult to walk, and the muddy road adhered to the fast-spinning tires, causing the bus to shake, and a few stones lay across the middle of the road, and the bus began to bump up and down again.

Finally, the three red paint words "Nanlin Village" appeared in front of Wu Mingyu's eyes, and the car stopped.

Mingyu immediately got up and walked to the door, stepping out of the car door with one foot, but a hand behind him slapped him on the shoulder.