Chapter Twenty-Seven: Turning the Tiger Out of the Mountain

"Nonsense can affect the living." "There's a saying called ghost obsession, and that's because of that."

Zhang Qian glanced indifferently at the two dead ghosts outside the room.

The cuckoo also returned to his position and sat down.

The two ghosts glared at Zhang Qian with great resentment, and after a few minutes, they also left.

The cuckoo was particularly worried, and said cautiously, "Will they go to find someone else?" Zhang Qian shook his head: "Didn't you see that the Du family basically didn't come back?" Besides, everyone else has a spell to ward off evil spirits, and they can be blocked by this cinnabar, which means that Zhou Chuanshi still has two brushes, they can scare people, but they can't hurt people. ”

Zhang Qian looked at the position of the cuckoo's stagecoach bones steadily.

At this moment, the cuckoo's stagecoach bone actually fell a little diagonally, giving people the feeling that the cuckoo's eye bags were about to droop down.

"No, something happened to your mother, and I didn't find out about it this week!"

As soon as the words fell, the cuckoo was about to cry.

Zhang Qian's face was not very good-looking: "I have to go to your mother." The words fell, and Zhang Qian's brows tightened into a Sichuan character again.

When he goes, he has to take the cuckoo with him.

He almost said it just now, and let the cuckoo stay in the hall.

If the Cinnabar handed down this week didn't stop the ghost, he would have taken the cuckoo away directly, and it would be a big trouble!

But Zhou Chuanshi let the cuckoo stay here, which is indeed a safe way, staying here is a ghost.

If you go out, then there is not necessarily any risk.

"Little brother, I'll go out with you." The cuckoo suddenly took Zhang Gan's hand.

"Little brother, I believe in you, I'm worried about my mother, let's go quickly." Tears were streaming down her face.

Zhang Qian took a deep breath, took out a few things directly, and stuffed them into Du Juan's hands.

The green bag is a book mirror, the ancestor hangs money, and a pale gold paperwork.

The patriarch hung the money and was hung by Zhang Qian on the cuckoo's neck.

The document was Zhang Gan who asked the cuckoo to put it in his clothes.

The book mirror in the green bag is held in the hand.

Then Zhang Qiancai said: "Staying here, it's the safest, in case I go out and something happens, it's difficult for me to save two people." "These three things are the inheritance treasures of the green sac, if you take it, no ghost can get close to you, don't come out of this cinnabar, and don't give these to anyone!" Got it? The cuckoo was dumbfounded, and there was still a little panic in his eyes.

Zhang Qian pressed her on the chair: "Don't worry, his purpose is you, I think it's to transfer the tiger away from the mountain, I just don't know why Zhou Chuanshi went, I have to bring your mother over." The cuckoo nodded vigorously.

"My mom lives in the backyard, in the first room across from the courtyard gate." She said quickly.

also pointed out the direction to Zhang Gan.

Zhang Qian walked out of the hall quickly and walked straight in the direction of the backyard.

It's scary to be dark, and it's scary to be silent.

There wasn't even a sound of insects chirping in the wind.

Zhang Qian seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat.

kept walking forward, but there were a little hurried footsteps behind him, speckled and frightening.

But when Zhang Qian turned around, he didn't see anything.

In a few minutes, Zhang Qian walked directly to the backyard.

Now the courtyard door is open.

The door to the first bedroom facing the courtyard was also open!

The lights inside were covered with greenery, and the lines drawn by cinnabar could be seen on the ground, but it was obvious that the lines were broken......

"Damn! Did you start with Du Lijuan first? “

Zhang Qian walked directly into the courtyard.

The footsteps behind him became much clearer.

Zhang Qian's face changed suddenly, and he turned his head suddenly!

I almost collided head-on with a face!

He took several steps back.

Only then did it become clear that the person who came was Zhou Chuanshi.

"Why didn't you guard the eldest lady and ran out?" Zhou Chuanshi's voice is not very good.

Zhang Qian frowned. Obviously, following in his footsteps at the beginning, it was not handed down this week.

"The two funeral parlors who gave Li De's body were killed, and the ghosts have returned."

"The cuckoo's face is a sign that something has happened to her mother, so I'll come and take a look." Zhang Qian said in a deep voice.

Zhou Chuanshi's complexion also changed.

He pushed Zhang Qian away and looked fixedly at the backyard.

Suddenly, his face turned blue!

At this time, he didn't care about scolding the cuckoo, and walked quickly to the bedroom door.

Zhang Qian also walked over.

Only then did I see a few bloody footprints on the ground.

The footprints are very porcelain every time, and even the heels are very clear.

"It's Li De who is also back, now the Du family is lively, it's all because of the good things you did!" Zhou Chuanshi turned around and glared at Zhang Qian coldly.

At this moment, a sudden gust of cold wind came.

Zhang Qian and Zhou Chuanshi raised their heads almost at the same time.

It turned out to be a person who collided head-on!

However, this person was hung in mid-air, and it was only half of his body that crashed into Zhang Qian and Zhou Chuanshi.

Zhang Qian's reaction was noticeably faster.

He scurried back.

Zhou Chuanshi's reaction was much slower, and with a bang, he was smashed.

He screamed in pain and rolled into the middle of the yard.

Zhang Qian looked at the half of his body deadly.

The eaves blocked the lower half, and it was the legs and lower body that hit them.

It was half of a woman's body, dressed in graceful and luxurious clothes.

He clenched his fists, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

In my heart, I felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

Slowly walked into the house, and on the beam, there was a hanging white silk.

Hanging on the white silk, her tongue is half a foot long, and she is the mother of the cuckoo, Du Lirong!

Her eyes were wide open, the veins on her forehead had turned black, and her body was covered with a layer of black mist.

On the neck, there are deep purple strangulation marks!

Du Lirong has been killed......

There are still several bloody handprints on her body, which is obviously not her suicide...... It was hung with white silk by force......

Zhou Chuanshi staggered his head and walked into the house.

He slammed and sat down on the ground, looking at Du Lirong's corpse with a pale face, and his mouth moved twice.

"This ...... How is this possible...... I gave her a charm to ward off evil spirits...... There is also a cinnabar gossip array at the door......"

"How can I explain to the head of the Du family?" Obviously, at this moment, a mole also appeared on Zhou Chuanshi's temples...... And it's more obvious than Zhang Qian's.

Even, there was a black mist on his forehead.

The helper was killed by a demon, and this week will be handed down, and he will be punished!

……

It was at this moment that the front yard was in front of the house.

The cuckoo was originally sitting in his position, holding the book in the green bag given by Zhang Qian.

In front of the threshold, there was a faint, somewhat ethereal voice.

"Cuckoo, come to Mommy."

In front of the door, Du Lirong was standing!

Her face was a little blue, and there were still dark purple strangulation marks on her neck.

And she was so horrible that her tongue stuck out to the place of her chin.

He beckoned to the cuckoo.

The cuckoo raised his head and exclaimed, "Mom, why did you get here?" ”

The next moment, the cuckoo was so frightened that his face turned white.

She could see that Du Lirong at this time was very scary.

Du Lirong was stuffing her tongue into her mouth, and while stuffing it, she beckoned to the cuckoo: "The yard is not safe, mother knows a safe place, take you over to hide......"

Her voice was a little hurried, and a little anxious.

It seemed as if her tongue had been stuck in and out of her mouth, making her impatient and angry.