Uncle Zhang withdrew his hand a little nervously and glanced at Lan Shuying, who happened to turn around.

The strange thing is that after seeing the child's calm eyes, he actually felt a little more steady.

Because of believing in the mute sister's mother's appearance, since then, Uncle Zhang has not regarded Lan Shuying as a child who needs to be protected, because she is the descendant of the demon slayer.

However, given his age, it is impossible for him to let a child come forward.

Uncle Zhang stood in front of Lan Shuying, arched his hand and said to the tall thin man: "I have a relative who was unfortunately killed and is parked in this village, because he is walking strangely, we specially came to check one or two, and I hope that the old brother will take care of it and don't make a noise." ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a small bag of copper and handed it to the tall and thin man.

This kind of remote place has an instinctive rejection of autopsies, especially the corpse of Lao Deng, which is obviously related to those things. The townspeople had some numbers in their hearts, so they didn't even look for the deceased's family, so they had to be carried and burned.

If the townspeople knew that they had come for an autopsy, it would probably cause trouble.

They came out this time to invite someone from Xuanmen to go to Qinghe County and subdue the tomb ghost, which was inconvenient to cause trouble.

This is the reason why the two of them traveled at night.

It stands to reason that when it comes to this, even for the sake of money, he should give way, but he didn't expect the thin and tall man to sneer at this bag of copper, and he didn't take it at all, shook his head and left, muttering in his mouth: "What is there to look at when people are dead, neurotic, I'm too lazy to delay time with you, I'm going to find an old cigarette stick to drink......"

This is the second time Lan Shuying has heard the name Old Cigarette Stick.

She remembered that the townspeople had said that the merchant had been drinking with the old cigarette sticks at the head of the village, and he had drunk too much before he caused trouble in the Green Snake Niangniang Temple.

The thin and tall man didn't take the money, and seeing his attitude, he didn't seem to want to get involved, Uncle Zhang breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "He shouldn't be quiet." ”

Lan Shuying tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Uncle, let's go in, it's dark inside, you be careful, if you don't feel right, call me." ”

Yizhuang was not originally a special place for mortuary, but a rule that gradually formed.

The two walked through the gate and the small courtyard, but they didn't see anyone from Shouyizhuang, and the moonlight was even darker here, and they couldn't penetrate it. There was silence all around, and Bai Sensen's candles in the wall hole illuminated a thin coffin, and some of the coffins were still sealed with yellow charms, which made people can't help but think about it.

Uncle Zhang is sad, there are so many coffins, which one is Lao Deng's?

Lan Shuying silently opened the ghost pupils.

When I opened my eyes, I only felt that everything here was "alive".

There was a dead air as thick as ink and a purple-black evil aura flowing around him, and if the ghost king was here, he would probably be happy enough to take off. Lan Shuying also felt that it was almost effortless to open the ghost pupil here, because there was a steady flow of energy into her eyes at any time, and it was still the most suitable for her.

Normally speaking, those who die miserably, those who are wronged, and those who have not yet avenged, these three kinds of corpses emit the strongest evil aura, and the older they get, the stronger they become.

The corpse of Lao Deng is an exception.

In the evening, it emitted an aura almost as bad as a corpse that was more than five years old.

Lan Shuying calmly watched the strange-shaped figures playing on the coffin.

Afraid that Uncle Zhang would touch him, she always pinched one of his forearms. Looking for Lao Deng's evil spirit, he found the corpse in the straw mat on the left side of the gate.

Uncle Zhang approached with a candle, and when Lan Shuying turned around, he was speechless for a while.

The candlelight shone on Uncle Zhang's face in a cold sweat, and behind him there were more than a dozen faces with their own defects, all of them staring at this place, this face, like meeting porcelain on the street, a group of people came up to watch the excitement.

A mischievous guy also took off his head and rested on Uncle Zhang's left shoulder, stretched out a scarlet and foul-smelling tongue, as if playing with a bungee rope, and shook his tongue up and down in front of Uncle Zhang's eyes.

Uncle Zhang didn't know why, and when he saw that she didn't move, he thought she was scared, and asked, "Girl, why don't you get up and get the candle, and I'll come and see?" ”

He suddenly felt that he had gone a little too far today: although the dumb girl had half a foot on this road, she was only an eighteen-year-old girl after all, and she had to accompany him to this kind of place in the middle of the night, and she had to give an autopsy to a big man, it was too difficult for her!

Lan Shuying smiled a little strangely: "No, uncle, you get closer, you can't see clearly from a distance." ”

"Eh, okay."

She pulled Uncle Zhang behind her, and the ghost who was playing with her tongue probably suddenly felt bored and walked away.

During the autopsy process, Uncle Zhang refused to let her participate, but Lan Shuying stood there and glanced at it occasionally, and she also saw the problem - Lao Deng didn't have a single wound on his body. If it was really bitten by a poisonous snake, at least it should be able to find a place that matched the snake's teeth, but now let alone that kind of opening, I can't even find the pimple from the mosquito bite.

Uncle Zhang thoughtfully helped Lao Deng put his clothes back, and suddenly his little finger touched a hard thing.

He opened Lao Deng's pocket and found a round sterling silver bracelet inside.

A dozen thin threads were tied together, and there were two bells underneath, and they shook subconsciously, silently, and he took a closer look with a candle, and the bells were blocked with cotton balls.

"This thing...... I haven't seen him take it. ”

Lan Shuying snatched the bracelet with his hand, wrapped it in a handkerchief he carried, and silently carried a karmic fire to burn off the evil qi that was entangled.

Uncle Zhang thought she liked it, and he felt even more guilty, he was usually busy with the pawnshop business, and he didn't think about buying some hairpin bracelets or anything for this girl, "Cough, girl, Uncle will go back and buy you a good one." ”

The implication is that you don't take other people's relics.

Lan Shuying: "......"

She stood in the middle of a group of curious ghosts, felt the cold air coming from all directions, coughed lightly and explained, "This bracelet is the cause of his death." ”

Uncle Zhang didn't speak, but the ghosts fried the pot first.

After a brief silence, a group of strangely shaped ghosts pushed and shoved frantically, with only one goal, to grab the bracelet!

Yizhuang was full of rancid smell, which was very harmful to the human body, Lan Shuying waited for Uncle Zhang to settle Lao Deng and go out with him.

This bracelet is wrapped with a thick evil qi, there was a red cloth blocking it before, these ordinary ghosts did not find it, Uncle Zhang rashly took it out, for example, it was like a lamp suddenly lit up in the dark night, leaned over to take a look, oh, there was also a box of gold ingots under the lamp, flashing a ghost eye.

Seeing that the treasure was about to be taken away, these ghosts in Yizhuang were indisputable, and gathered together with a tacit understanding.

Translucent shadows blocked the two of them.

Uncle Zhang felt a chill on his body, combined with the position he was in, he immediately thought that there was something next to him, and silently recited the Heart Sutra for a while, the chill did not subside, but shivered with cold.

The ghost who was playing with his tongue came up to him with a sinister smile, almost nose to nose, and looked closely at the unease in his eyes.

At this time, two shadows appeared at the gate.

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