The groove design is extremely hidden, unless you know the existence of this secret door, you can't see the clue even if you climb into the bottom of the bed, the body buckles the groove of the secret door, Liu Fan reached out and closed the secret door, in order to test the tightness of the secret door, Liu Fan tried to push the secret door hard, and found that the secret door did not move at all, and the sealing effect was excellent.

The closed secret door fits the surrounding wall closely, and there is no clue at all. Liu Fan praised the "good craftsmanship," and then crawled out from under the bed again, got up and observed the room, Liu Fan circled around Chunling's boudoir, he either knocked on this side, or pushed that side, and occasionally squatted down to look at the ground.

Half an hour later, Liu Fan left the Hongyun Inn, he walked through the bustling streets, strode along the distance, more than an hour later, he came to the suburbs of Yizhuang for the third time, at this time it was almost close to noon, every household was cooking, Yizhuang was no exception, Liu Fan saw smoke in the kitchen from afar.

Liu Fan just came to the gate of Yizhuang, Zhang Banxian and the Qihong host of Hanshan Temple also happened to come over, after receiving Liu Fan's letter, Qihong immediately came to Yizhuang according to the address in the letter, and Zhang Banxian did not ask for silver, so he also followed Qihong to Yizhuang, and the three of them arrived at Yizhuang at the same time.

Seeing the Yizhuang in front of him, Zhang Banxian and Qihong were all slightly stunned, Qihong was better, although he was puzzled, but he couldn't hold back his doubts, but Zhang Banxian couldn't, he looked at Yizhuang in front of him suspiciously, and asked suspiciously: "Little brother, this place is gloomy, what are you letting us do here?" ”

Looking at the doubts in the eyes of host Qihong and Zhang Banxian, and observing their curiosity about Yizhuang, Liu Fan was not only a little suspicious, he glanced at the two of them and said: "The monk surpasses the deceased to ascend to heaven, and the Taoist priest expels ghosts and evil spirits, it stands to reason that you should be very familiar with this place, right?" But judging by the expressions of the two of you, it seems that you haven't been here before? ”

"Don't hide it from Liu Gongzi, although Lao Qu and Zhang Daochang are both outsiders, they have never been here." After presiding over Qihong's answer, seeing that Liu Fan was still confused, he explained: "Each line has its own taboos, although Buddhism and Taoism have supernatural powers to drive away evil spirits, they never set foot in the Yizhuang where the corpses are parked.

This is like the disciples of the Taoist and the disciples of the Buddhists, although they all claim to be cultivators, but the monks who practice Buddhism never refer to the Taoist scriptures, and the monks never learn from the scriptures of Buddhism. ”

"I see, this time it's abrupt."

Liu Fan had never heard of this rule, and now after listening to the explanation hosted by Qihong, instead of being frustrated, he was even more happy, because the words of the host Qihong just now happened to solve a question in Liu Fan's heart. Holding his fists and accusing the two, Liu Fan walked to the door of Yizhuang and knocked softly on the closed door of Yizhuang.

"Knock knock!" The knock on the door was crisp and bright.

"Who?"

With a lazy inquiry, Feng Jincai opened the door impatiently, when he opened the door and saw Liu Fan, his face showed a trace of surprise, he didn't know that Liu Fan had come back once in the morning, Feng Jincai thought that Liu Fan was going and returning, he just wanted to talk to Liu Fan, but he saw Zhang Banxian and Qihong standing aside.

"Old Feng, long time no see." Zhang Banxian and Feng Jin only knew each other, so they took the initiative to greet him as soon as they met.

"Amitabha, the old man has seen the benefactor." Although the host Qihong didn't know Feng Jincai, he also took the initiative to say hello.

"I've seen this master, I've seen Brother Zhang." After greeting Zhang Banxian and Qihong, Feng Jincai casually said, "I just cooked here, the three of you come in and have some food." ”

Qihong shook his head: "Amitabha, the old man is not hungry, thank you for your kindness." ”

Zhang Banxian shrugged his shoulders: "Old Feng, host Qihong is embarrassed to eat your food, and although I am embarrassed, most of the food you have here is a tribute to the dead, although I can't eat enough, my chest is close to my back when I am hungry all day long, but I don't eat anything to worship the dead, you should keep the food here for yourself." ”

Liu Fan was really hungry, he wanted to take advantage of noon to have a meal here, but when he heard that Qihong and Zhang Banxian refused to stay here to eat, and when he heard that Feng Jincai's meals here were all removed from the offering table for the dead, Liu Fan suddenly lost his appetite, and seeing that Feng Jincai still wanted to keep him, Liu Fan hurriedly waved his hand and refused the invitation.

Invited one by one, Liu Fan and the three refused to stay for dinner, Feng Jincai was not surprised by this, after greetings, he looked at Liu Fan, and asked the three of them with a little puzzlement Why did they come here? In fact, it was not only Feng Jincai who was puzzled, but even the host Qihong and Zhang Banxian on the side were also puzzled, looking at everyone's expressions, Liu Fan said softly: "Big brother, don't you invite us in?" ”

Seeing that Liu Fan was mysterious, Feng Jincai was even more puzzled, although he had doubts in his heart, he still invited everyone to enter Yizhuang, after Liu Fan and the three entered Yizhuang, Liu Fan pointed to the morgue on the north side, and then said to Feng Jincai: "Brother Feng, I want to go to the morgue to have a look again, and I have to trouble you to prepare some green onions and ginger shreds for us." ”

"Haven't you been to the morgue last night? Why are you going to go again now? Feng Jin was even more puzzled.

"I've got to meet that ghost from last night." Liu Fan said loudly.

Hearing this, Feng Jincai, Zhang Banxian, and Qihong were all stunned. Hearing that Liu Fan was coming here to find last night's ghost, Feng Jin showed a blank expression, he looked at Liu Fan, and said jokingly: "The ghost thing is ethereal, where do you go to find it, besides, in broad daylight, ghosts will not appear, brother, if you really plan to find ghosts, it's best to come at night." ”

"You're wrong, you can find it during the day." After Liu Fan finished speaking, he came to the kitchen, he took out the green onion and ginger for cooking from the cupboard, cut it into shreds, divided the cut green onion and ginger into several sections, and simply bundled it with green onion leaves.

After the three of Qihong all learned Liu Fan's movements and stuffed the green onion and ginger into their nostrils, Liu Fan led the three of them towards the morgue behind.

Enduring the discomfort in his heart, Liu Fan and the others finally came to the front of the morgue on the north side, because the experience of last night was too frightening, it left an indelible impression on Liu Fan, so after Liu Fan came to the north side, he found the room where Zhu Zishan's family was parked at a glance, pushed open the door, and Liu Fan strode in.

Qihong and a few people don't know what medicine is sold in Liu Fan's gourd? Although they couldn't figure out Liu Fan's intentions, but when they saw Liu Fanchao enter the house, the three of them also followed, Feng Jin was fine, he had already adapted to here, and Qihong and Zhang Banxian were caught off guard as soon as they entered the morgue, and they were almost pushed out by the smell of corpses inside.

Looking at the several coffins placed on the wooden stakes, the host of Qihong showed compassion on his face, and kept whispering the Buddha name in his mouth: "Amitabha Buddha ......"

Not only was it difficult for the host of Qihong to adapt, but even Zhang Banxian was uncomfortable after seeing the scene in the house, and he read vigorously: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable......"

Liu Fan saw the appearance of Qihong and Zhang Banxian, and immediately understood why they refused to set foot in Yizhuang, Qihong presided over staying in the temple all day long to eat fasting and chanting Buddha, although Zhang Banxian was down, he also chanted and worshiped Laojun day and night. Compared with the peaceful temples and pure Taoist temples, this Yizhuang can be called the hell of Shura.

Looking at the Qihong host and Zhang Banxian, who were gradually getting used to the smell here, Liu Fan began to look at the coffin in the room, when he left last night, he had already closed the coffin lids of Zhu Zishan's wife, eldest son, second son, and maid, only Chunling's empty coffin did not move, at this moment, Liu Fan came directly to Chunling's coffin.

Chunling's coffin is a coffin made of ordinary willow wood, the appearance is blood-red, there is nothing else in the coffin except the coffin board at the bottom, on the wall next to the coffin, leaning on a coffin lid, the coffin lid is facing outward, and you can see eight words written on it from the position of the door: blood debt and blood repayment, asking for life and hooking the soul.

The characters are written in blood, the font is delicate and dignified, and the handwriting is gentle and mellow, which looks like it is from the hand of a woman. Looking at the eight curses written in blood on the lid of the coffin, a trace of inexplicable jealousy rose in everyone's hearts, as if these eight blood characters contained some kind of power, which made people palpitate more and more the more they looked at it.

"Liu Gongzi, what are you bringing us here for?" Zhang Banxian was a little uncomfortable, and asked with a stiff expression.

"Didn't I say come looking for ghosts?" In response, Liu Fan circled around a few coffins, then stopped beside Feng Jincai, and said slowly: "Last night, Brother Feng and I came here for an autopsy, and we met the ghost of Chun Ling.

In fact, a few people don't know, just when I went to the side room to rest after the autopsy last night, I actually dreamed of the ghost of Chunling, she wrote a word "injustice" in the palm of my hand with blood from the dream, and then disappeared from the dream, but the strange thing is that after I woke up this morning, I actually saw that there was really a injustice written in blood in the palm of my hand. ”

"Oh, such a miracle?" Host Qihong looked at Liu Fan with a surprised expression.

"Really? Isn't that wicked? Zhang Banxian was also a little shocked.

Seeing the expressions of the two of them in his eyes, Liu Fan turned his gaze to Feng Jincai, who was standing aside and pondering, and looked at Feng Jincai, who had a calm face, Liu Fan asked meaningfully: "Brother Feng doesn't seem to be curious about this matter?" ”

"Huh? What the? No? I...... I think it's weird, it's weird. Feng Jin was a little flustered when he heard Liu Fan's words.