[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that Mo Han felt that Zhao Qi's family was arrested, and then he wanted to arrest Zhao Dashan and be too ruthless to the Zhao family. At the same time, Zhao Liang had already gathered the police force and was ready to go to Xiaocaiyuan Village to arrest Zhao Qi's husband, Zhao Dashan. After Zhao Liang and the others arrived at Zhao Qi's house, Mo Han felt that there was only one woman in the courtyard, so Mu Qingming found an excuse to leave with Mo Han, and came to the north of the village with traces of demonic energy, and saw Zhao Dashan. The other party not only admitted that he had a share in the killing, but also asked Mu Qingming if the dead person deserved to die? In Zhao Dashan's conversation, Mu Qingming learned that Zhao Dashan's daughter Zhao Lan was cured of madness because of brain and gallbladder soup, but she still spoke a little upside down. When the dragon locker heard this, he found that the woman he saw in the Zhao family's courtyard before spoke fluently, and he had an epiphany that it was not the real Zhao Lan. Zhao Liang, who happened to not find Zhao Dashan at Zhao's house, led the police to find this place. After Mu Qingming handed over Zhao Dashan to Zhao Liang, he returned to the Zhao family's courtyard with Mo Hanzai, never wanting to meet the eldest sister of the Immortal Dao again. 】

Zhao Dashan had no intention of escaping, so he stood silently in the dilapidated courtyard, so that Mu Qingming and Mo Han didn't know what he was doing here late at night.

But at such a close distance, Mo Han was standing under Zhao Dashan again, and after the north wind blew, she also smelled Zhao Dashan's fingertips and body, all with a faint blood.

Mo Han, a fox demon with a keen sense of smell, quickly sniffed out that it was the blood of an animal; It proves that the pig man is Zhao Dashan, and he may have only slashed animals during the day. It also proves that Zhao Qi's is a guilty person, and any craniotomy was done by Zhao Dashan.

The one in front of him is a pig plower, and the smell of blood on his fingertips shows that he has been plowing pigs; But Zhao Liang's people actually said that they didn't find such a pig cutter, and it seems that the ghost in the police station lied to Zhao Liang.

Mo Han turned his head and whispered the discovery to Mu Qingming. And Mu Qingming, who didn't smoke or drink, also smelled a faint smell of blood wafting out of Zhao Dashan's fingertips at such a close distance, and when he heard it, he silently tilted his head slightly.

But in the face of Zhao Dashan's straightforward question, Mu Qingming couldn't answer. Just secretly opened his eyes and took a closer look at this Zhao Dashan, and after seeing that his body was fluttering with a faint demonic energy that was invisible to the naked eye, he pondered after receiving his magical powers.

"Don't they deserve to die?" Seeing that Mu Qingming was silent, stunned in place and thinking for a moment without squeaking, Zhao Dashan asked in a deep voice with great interest.

"No, they should be damned." After a long time, Mu Qingming raised his head, met Zhao Dashan's eyes that burst out of the darkness with an inquiring gaze, and said sonorously: "But they can't be sanctioned by you, it should be punished by the police and the law!" ”。

"Police? Law? Zhao Dashan snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice with a little contempt on his face: "Lao Lai has long been eyeing my daughter Zhao Lan, so he colluded with the secret prostitute to calculate my daughter, and Lao Lai's uneasiness and kindness were obvious to the whole village before; But do you know how many trips I made to the provincial police station when the defiled Lan Lan came home and almost fainted and cried to our old couple about her experience? ”。

"Seven times!" Zhao Dashan, who paused, gestured with his hand to a seven, and said in a trembling voice: "Every time, I was stopped by the gatekeeper with a different excuse, every time!" ”。

When he said the last two words, Zhao Dashan, who was disappointed in his eyes, couldn't help but raise his right hand and raised his index finger, pointing heavily at the ground in front of his feet; With each finger, a word is spoken, and the sound of one word is several decibels higher than that of the other.

Mo Han's body shook when she heard this, her natural kindness made her really unable to listen to it, and she had to turn her head slightly with crystal clear tears in her red eyes. This kind of despair is all too familiar to her, desperate and with no one to care for and help; If she hadn't met Mu Qingming, maybe she would have been a Zhao Dashan or Zhao Qi.

"When I had no way to report the crime, Lan Lan at home had collapsed, have you experienced that kind of despair?" Zhao Dashan, who took a long breath and calmed down the anger and dissatisfaction in his chest a little, sniffed his nose and asked: "I want to find the villagers to go to the police station with me to testify that this old man has bad intentions towards my daughter before, and this time it was definitely premeditated, but the villagers all refused me to say it, and let the rumors in the village fly all over the sky, saying that my Lanlan is a natural rotten thing, and he will be slept by a scoundrel if he is not careful; In the face of these rumors, Lan Lan couldn't bear it, and she finally went crazy. I had no choice but to go to the provincial police station again, do you know what the janitor said to me? ”。

Taking advantage of his pause, Mu Qingming shook his head silently.

"He said it was a men's and women's affair and it was not under the control of the police department." Zhao Dashan smiled, as if he was really laughing at himself for naively pinning his hopes on a group of inactive policemen: "He also said that if I can't do it, I will marry my girl to that old man, at least then I can pick up a son-in-law." ”。

Speaking of this, Zhao Dashan suddenly put away his smile, his eyes widened and his face was a little hideous, and then he said coldly: "Do you say that this is what people should say?" ”。

Mu Qing listened quietly, and suddenly felt in his heart that some people who used to be noble and lived like humans and dogs were even more evil than demons and monsters. What drove Zhao Lan crazy were not only the secret prostitutes who drugged her, and the old lai who took advantage of people's danger, but also the inactive police and the villagers who blindly coaxed and spread rumors.

"But when I was desperate, it was the Immortal Dao who lent a helping hand to me." The night breeze brought up Zhao Dashan, who paused, and spoke softly: "My intuition tells me that they may not be good people, but these people who may not be good people helped me when I needed help the most." ”。

Mu Qingming was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly listened carefully after collecting his mind. He originally came for the Tao of Immortality, and he only took it with him to help Zhao Liang solve the case.

"They told me how to find the Nine-Fingered Trickster and gave me money to go to the ghost market so that I could know how to cure Lan Lan. It also gave me* so that I could kill those two bad guys silently. Zhao Dashan lowered his head slightly, staring at the palms of his raised hands, which could only see a vague palm print, and said: "Anyway, the brain and gall are also used to make medicine, why don't I use the enemy?" ”。

Mu Qingming suddenly felt that this immortal path was really open to the sky, and he could know anything about it clearly at the first time, and then intervene in it.

The same is true of the last human bone comb case, and the same is true of the charred corpse case today. It seems that this immortal path is really getting more and more powerful, and its strength is getting stronger and stronger.

"Although the prescription has taken effect, Lan Lan's nerves are not messed up, but she still speaks badly, and often turns things upside down, I think it may be that the medicine is not effective enough." After a while, Zhao Dashan muttered again, continued to look down at the palm of his hand, and said with a sinister smile: "I think I should kill a few more villagers, kill a few villagers who know that they spread rumors to slander Lan Lan when they see death, and make her human brain porridge again, maybe it will be fine." ”。

"Then you came here late at night to see if your crematorium roast duck oven can still be used?" After a long time, Mu Qingming took a deep breath and asked, "Or do you want to experience the thrill of killing?" ”。

"It's all there." Zhao Dashan returned ambiguously, but his mind echoed what the Immortal Daoists had said to their husband and wife a few hours ago: "The woman turns herself in, and the man hides in the place where the corpse is burned and leads the police over, and your daughter Zhao Lan can get immortality." ”。

Thinking of this, Zhao Dashan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a treacherous smile in the dark night. Ignorant, he thinks that he has won, but by dedicating the souls of two people, he can cure Lan Lan and allow her to get immortality, a safe and profitable deal.

And Mu Qingming also remembered one thing, just now he clearly heard that Zhao Lan was still not good at speaking, and he often turned things upside down, but the Zhao Lan he saw before and Zhao Liang were obviously answering each other? What's going on?

Just thinking about it, a few flashlight lights came from behind him, as well as the voice of Zhao Liang, who did not find Zhao Dashan in Zhao's house: "They are here." ”。

As they spoke, there was a rush of footsteps coming from behind them. After a while, Zhao Liang took Brother Wang and them to Mu Qingming's side, and gasped slightly: "The thatched house you went up to is really far away. ”。

After finishing speaking, Zhao Liang raised the flashlight and shone on the dilapidated courtyard in front of him, and was stunned for a moment and asked, "This is Zhao Dashan?" ”。

"Yes, whether it's arrest or interrogation, it's all up to you." Mu Qingming said, ignoring Zhao Liang's inquiry, he picked up Mo Han and turned back.

"Brother Qingming, where are we going?" Mo Han, who was quickly following behind Mu Qingming, couldn't help but ask curiously after leaving Zhao Liang and them.

"Do you remember that Zhao Dashan mentioned that Zhao Lan's madness is good, but he still can't speak?" Mu Qingming, who walked forward briskly, asked.

Mo Han nodded and said, "Yes, I remember." ”。

"But the woman who talked to Zhao Liang behind the gate of the Zhao family courtyard before spoke fluently, and the language was not reversed, don't you think it's strange?" Then Mu Qingming asked again.

Mo Han is not a stupid person, and after his reminder, he suddenly realized: "You mean that the Zhao Lan we saw before may be an impostor!" ”。

"Yes, I even suspect that the purpose of the Immortal Dao is Zhao Lan." Mu Qing said with a solemn face, and at the same time quickened his pace.

"What do they want an ordinary girl?" After thinking about it for a while, Mo Han, who was still puzzled, asked again.

"Since it is their purpose, then Zhao Lan must be different from ordinary people." As he spoke, Mu Qingming stopped suddenly, followed by Mo Han, who also stopped, raised his eyes, and saw that they had returned to the door of the Zhao family's courtyard.

The poplar trees swaying in the night wind made a ghostly clapping sound, and the courtyard gate next to it was still open. And Zhao Lan, who had spoken to Zhao Liang, was still standing in the courtyard with an oil lamp in her hand, and the bean-sized flames on the wick were reflected on her face, and a shadow shook with the night wind, which also made Mu Qingming see the expression on her face clearly in the dark night.

The expression on her delicate face was as cold as frost, and after seeing Mu Qingming, she only raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a shallow smile. A pair of jet-black pupils looked directly at Mu Qingming, who was standing outside the house, and slightly opened his lips and said, "Young Master Mu, we meet again." ”。

The voice is no longer a whisper, but a tactful and crisp female voice.

Mu Qingming and Mo Han were stunned together, this voice was very familiar to them, it was the voice of the eldest sister of the Immortal Dao that they met in the array that day.

"It turns out that the voice just now was faked, and your ventriloquist is good." Mu Qingming, who had come to his senses after a while, put away the shock in his heart and looked at the woman in front of him for a while, and said leisurely: "I'm afraid that the face on this face is also fake, right?" ”。

"Awards, awards." The eldest sister smiled, raised her eyebrows and touched her cheeks: "Don't say it, Zhao Lan's skin is quite suitable for my face shape." As he spoke, his face showed a little smugness.

"Your immortal path is really powerful, you can even draw skin." Mu Qingming bowed slightly, his eyes always staring at the other party: "The purpose of your Immortal Dao this time is Zhao Lan, right?" ”。

"Guess?" The eldest sister with Zhao Lan's face winked playfully.

Is the purpose of the Immortal Dao Zhao Lan? What's the use of them asking for Zhao Lan? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.