[As mentioned in the last book, in order to hide the identity of the dragon locker, Mu Qingming found a job as a palm eye to cover up, but he did it carefully and seriously, and never looked away. Three months passed, and everything was fine. Suddenly, there was a big cold afternoon, a floating corpse appeared on the Daguan River transporting grain, everyone rushed to tell each other to watch, and the vigilant Mu Qingming also followed, but saw that the skin of the floating corpse exposed outside his clothes and pants was black, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked. At this time, the entourage was wonderful, smelling the fragrance of the fox fairy body in the air, Mu Qingming looked in the direction of his finger, but saw a beautiful woman standing in the crowd, and her amazing appearance made her stunned in place. This led to the fact that the police station wanted to cover up, and the ghost market was visited at night on Happy Horse Mountain outside the city, and Mu Qing was looking for a blind woman to ask about the floating corpse. 】

"Young master, young master." Just when people were talking about how the floating corpse had dark skin, Mu Qingming, who was stunned, came to his senses in a wonderful light call.

After rubbing his eyes, he looked at it again, and saw that the fox fairy was looking at himself, and he was clearly looking at the corpse behind the police.

"What a great fox trick." Mu Qingming muttered to himself in his heart. He didn't want to admit that he was stunned by the attraction of beauty.

"Young master, you can't take a fancy to her, do you?" Miaojue's face showed an ambiguous expression, and after hitting Mu Qingming's elbow with his shoulder, he squeezed his eyebrows again and again.

"Nonsense!" After scolding in a deep voice, Mu Qingming hurriedly said to Miao Jue Zhengse: "Keep an eye on her." ”。

As soon as the words came out, I heard someone behind him talking: "You only see his dark green skin, I really see two reddish-purple deep holes in his neck, both of which are as thick as a finger, like being bitten by a dog, too black." ”。

In the Kunming dialect, blacks do not refer to the African people beyond the ocean, but to say horror and horror.

As soon as this remark came out, many people sighed.

Mu Qingming has been here for more than three months, and he can understand their dialect to some extent, and he silently listened to this word in his ear, and he was even more curious in his heart, and hurriedly bent down again, planning to take a closer look at it again in the old way before.

But when he bent down, he saw a beige plaid cloth blocking his view. Startled, Mu Qingming moved his gaze upward, and saw a face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, which met his eyes.

This face came from the young man in front of him, and the plaid cloth he had seen before was also the crisp Western-style vest he was wearing. A leather pistol case, diagonally across the body. In the blind man was a glossy Mauser*, commonly known as a box cannon.

This young man's surname is Zhao Mingliang, and although he is the same age as Mu Qingming, he is already a senior inspector of the Yunnan Provincial Capital Police Department, and he has been in the past year. He has solved many major cases in Kunming. It is said that he was still a high-ranking disciple in the 28th year of Guangxu in the Qing Dynasty and went to study in Yunnan in Japan, specializing in learning the police of Qian Liangsi.

At this time, Zhao Liangzheng was smiling, looking at Mu Qingming with deep eyes, and asked lightly: "Third Master Mu is also here to join in the fun?" ”。

"yes." Mu Qingming sneered and replied indifferently. He once went to the police department to give a high-ranking official inside and saw antiques; It was Zhao Liang who received him at that time, and the two knew each other even though they were not familiar with each other.

"Nothing to look at." Zhao Liang showed a friendly smile again, and lied without a red face and a heartbeat: "It's a passerby who fell into the water, and he didn't understand the nature of water and drowned." ”。

As soon as Mu Qingming heard it, he knew that he was lying; In broad daylight, the boats on the grain river shuttled back and forth, saying that someone had fallen into the water, and it was impossible for the boatmen to see death and not save them! The people of Kunming are hospitable, especially those who have walked through the caravan, Mu Qingming knows it.

There is only one possibility for the floating corpse to suddenly appear, and that is that it was washed by the water, and this is not the first scene of the crime.

Mu Qingming, who was expected to be covered by the police, didn't say much nonsense, but just said with a smile: "Then Inspector Zhao is busy, so we are not curious." After saying that, he wanted to leave.

Don't fight with the people, don't fight with the officials, it is the ancestral motto of the people who lock the dragon, and Mu Qingming keeps it in mind all the time; And the dragon has the sky of the dragon, the rat has the hole of the mouse, and the dragon lock man has the way to lock the dragon man.

The police wouldn't let him see it, but he had a way to ask about the floating corpse.

"Young master, I'm sorry, I didn't keep an eye on it and let the fox fairy disappear." Miao Jue followed Mu Qingming, who was walking back casually, and hurriedly whispered after walking out of the road for a while: "Her cultivation is not low!" ”。

"It's fine." Mu Qingming already knew that the fox fairy was not small, and smiled disapprovingly at the moment: "As long as she doesn't do evil, we won't kill innocents indiscriminately." ”。

"Hmm." Miao Jue nodded with a faint sense of shame.

After the crowd gradually dispersed, an old policeman suddenly ran to Zhao Liang, who had been watching Mu Qingming leave, and quietly handed him a round wooden plaque the size of a silver dollar.

"What is this?" Zhao Liang took a look, and a small hole was drilled at the top of the wooden plaque, and a spike of red silk was hung; The back is carved with a mastiff with horns and a coiled dragon. The carving is fine, lifelike, and has a sense of being ready to come out.

Looking through it again, I saw auspicious clouds engraved on the front, surrounding the word "wood" in the middle of the compilation.

"Recovered from the deceased." The old policeman raised his hand to straighten his police hat and said thoughtfully: "It seems to be the identity card of a big family." But the deceased is obviously the guardian of the West Temple Tower, how can there be this? ”。

In the homes of the rich and powerful families at that time, the subordinates all had such waist cards, mainly to prevent outsiders from entering the house at will; It served as the equivalent of today's access card.

"Wood?" Zhao Liang didn't say anything, but just stared at the big script in the middle of the medal with a suspicious gaze, and muttered again and again: "Wood? Wood? ”......

"Corpse poison?" When I got home, it was getting late; While taking water from the well for Mu Qingming, Miao Jue asked very incomprehensibly: "Haven't you heard of zombies in the water?" ”。

Mu Qingming stood in the small courtyard and pondered; The small courtyard, which was originally dilapidated and overgrown with weeds, has been cleaned up by him and Miaojue today. Outside the single-storey corridor in front of the ground floor, there is also an elegant courtyard with a lot of peony and begonias planted next to the ring corridor.

After a while, he slowly spoke: "I didn't say that he died in the water, but I saw that his skin was dark and blue, and most of his meridians were raised and purple, which was obviously a symptom of corpse poison." Coupled with the tooth marks on his neck that everyone talked about, nine times out of ten he was bitten to death by zombies. ”。

"And where did he die?" After fetching the water, Miao Jue brought the copper basin filled with clear water to Mu Qingming: "Isn't it possible to find the zombie that bit him if you find the place where he died?" ”。 It is their duty to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and if there are really zombies, they must be eliminated; Then we must first find out whether this floating corpse was bitten to death.

"I don't know." Mu Qingming, who shook his head blankly, bent down and splashed the cold water on his cheek with his hand, and was stimulated by the cold water, and suddenly felt refreshed.

"When I left home, didn't the old man (Dad) say that there was a ghost market on Happy Valley Mountain in the south of the city?" After washing his face, he took a clean white towel and said while wiping his face: "What else do you say that there is a blind woman who ostensibly makes gold dots (lip dictionary, meaning fortune teller), and is secretly good at finding out news, but in fact, she also buys and sells news." Maybe this blind woman can know something? ”。

"The young master wants to go to Happy Horse Mountain?" Miao Jue asked a little excitedly.

"Take the water and water the flowers." After Mu Qingming handed him the towel, he nodded and said, "Yes." The expression on his face was still calm.

"Forty miles away, you have to walk for a day!" Miao Jue did according to his request, and went to water the begonia peony with a copper basin.

"What do we do? Nothing else, isn't there a lot of earth and earth charms? Mu Qingming smiled, turned around and walked to the main room on the first floor of the main building.

"yes, how did I forget about it." Saying that, the pot was placed on the side of the well, and he chased after it with great interest.

The two entered the main room, quickly turned right and went to the study on the right, Mu Qingming stood in front of the gold-lacquered sandalwood multi-treasure grid behind the bookcase, tiptoed to take a mahogany bookcase from the top layer, opened it in his arms and rummaged for a while, and took out a few pieces of yellow paper slightly longer than a palm.

On each sheet, dansha is used to draw strange symbols that look like pictures but not pictures, words and not words, but like tadpoles or twisted earthworms.

He put down the bookcase, kicked the rest of the rune paper into his pocket, took out a single one, and held it between the middle finger of his right index finger, and the rune paper stood upright without bending. Then he stretched out his left hand to Miaojue: "Hold on to me." ”。

"Young master, you can find the direction, the last time you chased the flying stiff in Chengdu, you just didn't know the direction, and we went to Qingcheng Mountain in the blink of an eye." Miao Jue grabbed his hand tightly and reminded him quickly.

"Not this time." Mu Qingming said and stood facing south, his lips moved after he finished speaking, and when he was silently chanting something, the yellow paper in his hand suddenly spontaneously combusted out of thin air.

The green flames flickered, quickly devouring the rune paper, indescribably weird.

In an instant, the two of them shook and disappeared into the study. All that was left was the paper ashes flying in the air, swaying left and right and falling slowly.

When they opened their eyes again, Miao Jue and Mu Qingming had already stood at the foot of a big mountain forty miles south of the city, and when they looked up, they saw many pines and cypresses in the mountain, swaying branches in the cold wind.

A winding mountain path juts out of the weeds and rocks, and at the foot of the mountain it begins to extend upwards into the middle dense forest.

Although this mountain is not high, it is dense and dim, and it is not connected with the surrounding mountains, and there is no water and no village on the left and right, forming a lonely mountain and wild forest. Mu Qingming looked at the mountain for a moment, and sighed leisurely: "The only yin is not born, the lonely yang is not long, this place is the only yin, so the yin is extremely heavy and not suitable for people." ”。

"Well, it's good to bury people." Miao Jue nodded in agreement.

Many years later, Happy Horse Mountain in the south of Kunming has really become a famous local cemetery.

"Ghost markets generally do shady business, often hiding in places where the yin qi is extremely strong and difficult for living people to approach, this should be Happy Horse Mountain." At this time, it was already nightfall, and Mu Qingming, who vaguely saw a little ghost fire floating on the top of the mountain, walked without hesitation, and went up along the rugged path, and Miao Jue hurriedly followed.

The two walked one after the other for a long time, and finally reached the top of the mountain when it was dark. As far as the eye can see, I can see the ghost fire fluttering in the dense forest on the top of the whole mountain, illuminating the woods flickering and bright, and there are simple stalls with only one rag spread on the ground, horizontally and vertically under the trees in the forest, and all kinds of strange items are placed on the stalls.

Each stall owner has a lantern in front of his feet, and the twist of the lamp is adjusted to a small size, and in the light and seclusion, you can see the jade bowl found in the soil, the porcelain scooped up in the water, and the fox skin and leopard skin with a collar of "all beards and tails", as well as ancient books and corpses shortly after death, or all kinds of strange medicinal herbs and poisonous insects.

Even stolen babies have to be sold here.

If ordinary people came here, most of them would be frightened and tremble for a long time when they saw these goods, but Mu Qingming and Miao Jue calmly and fearlessly handed over two oceans of money to enter the market, and after receiving the white lantern handed by the black-clothed man guarding the entrance, they slowly walked into the ghost market with the lantern in hand.

This is the unwritten rule of all ghost markets, and if you walk in the ghost market with a lantern, no one will find fault with you, and if something else happens, it's hard to say.

Every stall owner is depressed, and it is inevitable that doing business in this shady place will be so. With a straight face, they all used a vigilant and hostile gaze to look at Mu Qingming and Miaojie who were walking slowly towards the depths of the ghost market.

After turning around, the two of them stood at a stall in the depths of the ghost market, where the ground was covered with old cloth with gossip patterns, a few bones, a turtle shell engraved with oracle bone inscriptions, and a few scattered copper coins. I saw that the stall owner was a thin old lady in mourning clothes with a wrinkled face. In the open eye sockets, there are no eyeballs and empty, which is very terrifying. Mu Qingming and Miao Jue looked at each other and nodded in unison.

"Are you a blind grandmother?" Mu Qingming turned his head and politely asked the old man sitting cross-legged on the ground behind the stall.

Can Mu Qingming ask the ins and outs of the floating corpse? Will the blind woman tell him everything truthfully? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.