The sun was mild, and a yellow shared bicycle quietly stopped at the entrance of Hongbo Park, and an old man wearing an earthy yellow vest and carrying an army green backpack walked down from the car.

Although he didn't look majestic like that robe, his long snow-white beard and wrinkled face made people feel that he was a respected old man.

Someone once did a study and found that a person who has been engaged in a certain profession for a long time will have a professional face, think about it carefully, and find that this statement is really not groundless, for example, whether the pork sellers you see are all very fat and tough, whether the male barber who has been barbering for decades has a bit of feminine gentleness, and whether the boss who has sold groceries all his life has a numb face and eyes that speak without squinting.

The same is true of the old Tao, the longer he has been a Taoist priest, the more he feels that he has an otherworldly free and easy temperament, this kind of free and easy temperament and the realm of fairy wind and Taoist bones are not covered up by one or two sets of clothes, but the real release from the inside out, the expression of true feelings.

After putting away the bicycle, Lao Dao stood at the door of Hongbo Park and looked at the camera facing him, then turned around to look at the location of the person who looked very similar to Zhang Yi, and then pondered for a while and strode into the park.

Hongbo Park is very large, and there are many branch routes, but this can't stop the footsteps of the old road, he is very familiar with this place, familiar with his own home; There was a time when Lao Dao was short of money, and he would come back here to give lectures to some old women, although these women were almost fifty years old, although their faces were unevenly white. The powder will fall off when you touch it, but they are cheap! The lecture said that it only costs 30 yuan once, but this money is given by the old way.

Walking on the green park paths, the eyes of the old road always can't help but glance at those remote places, but it is a pity that things are now wrong, after rectification again and again, there are no longer those who are humble and studious to ask the old Taoist for advice The eldest sister beckoned to him.

Of course, since he had a smart phone, Lao Dao came into contact with live broadcasts, and he saw those beautiful Internet celebrities, and his requirements have become a little high, and now even if there are these eldest sisters who humbly ask him for advice, he may not open his eyes and take a look.

Sometimes! People will always inadvertently become more and more floating.

Soon, Lao Dao came to the scene of the 129 murder, although a few days have passed, but you can still see some traces of that time, in the grass, you can still see the depression of two weeds lodging, and you can still see some traces that have been trampled on because people once watched.

According to the Spirit Domain, he could smell a fishy smell here, but no matter how Lao Dao sniffed, he never smelled it, and then he suddenly thought of the silver needle given by the Spirit Domain.

Opening the cross-body bag, he took out the silver needle from one of the glasses case in the bag, and in addition to the silver needle in his bag was a dust whisk, a cotton mask, and a mahogany dagger, and a few charms that he had carefully treasured.

The power of this silver needle has been seen by Lao Dao, it can easily penetrate 0.5 cm thick glass, but it is used in the hands of the spiritual realm, and it may not have this ability in the hands of Lao Dao, but now it can bring some spiritual comfort to Lao Dao, as the saying goes, it is courageous.

According to the spirit realm, he picked up the silver needle and began to draw a cross in front of his nose, which is said to be the opening of the yin nose, and after opening the yin nose, he can smell smells that humans can't smell, such as demons and monsters.

Gently scratched twice in front of his nose, sucked his nose hard, and then slowly tasted it, and found that there was really a faint smell of fish blown by the sea breeze, but it was not as strong and fishy as the spirit domain said, could it be that the number of strokes was less, thinking of this, Lao Dao took a silver needle and scratched it frantically in front of his nose.

"Hey, hey! This smell almost didn't make the poor Dao smoke to death" Lao Dao frowned, felt a wave of nausea in his abdomen, and held on to an osmanthus tree next to him and vomited.

After a long time, the old man, who had turned sallow and collapsed, covered his nose and bent down to look at the silver needle in his hand, frowned and scolded: "This necromantic domain is really not a thing, you don't say hello to me in advance This silver needle can't be scratched too much, this is over, a dozen strokes may have turned this smell to the extreme, and it feels like the whole person has fallen into a dung pit, and the whole body is covered with!" ”

Hey! Since the more times this silver needle crosses it, the bigger it is like the volume switch adjustment, so is there a little bit of a smaller adjustment? Lao Dao suddenly thought of this, just now he was swiping in a clockwise direction, so this time in a counterclockwise direction will not reduce the source of the fishy smell around here, Just do it, Lao Dao covered his mouth with one hand, and held a silver needle in the other hand and scratched a few times wildly counterclockwise in front of his nose.

But before he could stop, his eyes went black and he fell to the ground.

After a short coma of two minutes, Lao Dao opened his hazy eyes and suddenly felt a violent dizziness, he hurriedly covered his nose with one hand, and with the other hand reached into his pocket, took out a white cotton mask and put it on his mouth and nose.

After a pause to stop the feeling of fainting, he leaned against the osmanthus tree to wipe away the tears on his smoked face, looked up and found that a hazy yellow enveloped him.

And this smell is due to this yellow smoke gas, Lao Dao is the first time to see the taste, although it is a very good smell, but this is definitely a rarity for human beings, normal people know, the taste is smelled with the nose, can't see, can't touch, but today Lao Dao not only smelled it with his nose, but also saw it with his own eyes, this is definitely a big talk to brag about in the future, of course, it would be better if the silver needle of the spirit domain was embezzled by itself, so that there would be an additional superpower in the future.

It seems that the smell cannot be reduced, but with a mask, some smells are naturally covered, but because the smell is too strong, wearing a mask, the fishy smell is similar to what ordinary people smell, so Lao Dao still needs to gently pinch his nose with his hand on the outside of the mask to prevent more odor invasion.

Looking up and looking around, I found that the yellow stench was not floating in the air in a mess, but had a certain regular distribution, first there were two obvious dense yellow smoke in the place where the four bodies of the 129 homicide were lodging, and then there was some yellow gas on the park path that wanted to extend outwards until it extended beyond the park.

Today's task is to find out the source of this monster that doesn't know whether it's a demon or a ghost.,So now the direction of finding is very clear.,As long as you follow the yellow mist to track down, you will definitely be able to find it in the end.。

Thinking of this, Lao Dao pinched the silver needle in his hand hard, and followed the yellow mist all the way forward, there is no doubt that he will definitely be able to find the trace of that monster, but there are also some risks, but no matter how difficult and dangerous the front is, he must go for the sake of this Zhang Yi, the brother, after all, the word brother is not called in vain.

Lao Dao suddenly felt that his image had become extremely tall, he straightened his chest, and walked out of the park majestically in the direction of the smell with his head held high.

Along the yellow mist, Lao Dao looked forward like a hunting dog, and unlike what Lao Dao thought, this monster did not seem to be afraid of people seeing, and the route he chose was not not a remote place, but a straight bustling street, and even passed through the pedestrian street in the city center, which was full of people.

After walking for three miles, the yellow smoke finally stopped in one place, and when Lao Dao looked up and took a closer look, he couldn't help but be surprised, and he exclaimed, "How can you be here?" ”