"Don't be stunned, go get two basins of water, it'll be useful in a while."

I didn't dare to delay, so I hurriedly went and brought two large basins of water.

At this time, there was already a lot of rattan on the ground, and the old man was still pulling out of Chu Xinxin's stomach.

How many rattans are there?

After a few more pulls, the old man stopped.

The talisman paper on Chu Xinxin's belly was dead, and there was no wound at all.

He washed his hands in the first basin of water, and then went to the second basin to wash his hands.

I have some chills, and I need two basins of water to wash my hands.

"Okay, just send her to the hospital for some nutrient solution, the operation fee is two hundred, which of you will pay?"

The old man wiped his hand on the oily clothes on his body.

"It's a thousand, senior, you take it."

I smiled and handed over a wad of money.

"Phew, are you insulting my old man?"

The old man pulled out two hundred from it, and then went downstairs to leave.

Huang Yongwei went to deliver it, and I pulled up Chu Xinxin's clothes.

"Xinxin is alright?"

Qi Shuya ran in from outside and looked at Chu Xinxin nervously.

"He's fine, the seniors have already relieved the head reduction."

"Thank goodness, thank goodness."

Picking up the rattan on the ground, I took it downstairs.

"You're down? She's alright, right? ”

"Who?"

"Who else? Qi Shuyabei, this time you can be a hero once, why don't you take the opportunity to win it? ”

"You're thinking too much."

"What are you going to do with those rattans?"

"Throw it away."

"Burn it, after all, it's a head-lowering, and evil things should be burned at least with fire."

"Yes."

After burning these rattans, I sent Chu Xinxin to the hospital with Qi Shuya.

Three days later, Chu Xinxin finally woke up.

Everyone's high hearts were also put down.

After another half a month, Chu Xinxin recovered very well.

But Chu Xinxin's parents also heard about this incident and took Chu Xinxin to them.

It was as if everything was calm again.

"Tianxuan, how do you feel about your strength?"

"Strength? Roll the calves, can you be normal day by day? ”

"Where do you want to go? I would like to ask you about your research on Taoism. ”

"I know everything, but I seem to be limited to this level."

"You have the skills, but you don't have the experience, you know what I mean? How much worse is the Hundred Ghosts list? ”

"Seventeen."

"Do the rest yourself, exercise yourself."

"It's... Will it work? ”

Ding——

"Business is coming."

Huang Yongwei took out his mobile phone and looked at it, then threw it to me.

"Why are you showing me this? In Lutong Village, Chuhe Town, a little boy hanged himself at home because he failed in his studies? ”

"You think it's a simple hanging? You look at the others. ”

"Huh? On his feet hung a scale, a red coat...... This is? ”

"That's right, you've probably heard about the boy in red in Chongqing, right? This kind of death is a secret method of Maoshan, which can scatter the seven spirits of the deceased, and then absorb his soul, and refine the little ghost, Maoshan is famous for raising little ghosts, and you have a bit of B number in your own heart, so this matter, it is most appropriate for you to go, and you have to do it as soon as possible. ”

"But it's just news, and it's not a ghost, so we rushed over."

"Go to Huo Butian and accept him with the Hundred Ghost List, don't you want to complete the Hundred Ghost List as soon as possible and live the life of an ordinary person? Struggle, Sao New Year. ”

……

In the afternoon of the same day, for the sake of face, Huo Butian personally took me to this Lutong Village.

A few police cars were parked outside a luxurious three-story building at the entrance of the village.

"This family is the village chief, right?"

"Huh? You know? ”

"Who can be so rich except for the village chief?"

"Incisive."

When I came to the hall on the second floor, a little boy of twelve or thirteen years old was wearing a red dress, his hands and feet were tied so that they fell firmly on the chandelier on the roof, and a large weighing weight that could weigh two or three pounds was tied to his ankles.

"Director."

A policeman approached.

"Why don't you put it down?"

"The people in this family are not allowed to put it down, saying that after putting it down, the family will be red, and what Mr. Yin and Yang will be looking for."

"No need to look for it, this one next to me is, put it down."

While saying this, Huo Butian also glanced at me.

Seeing that I nodded, he ordered someone to put it down.

I walked around the policemen, grabbed the boy by the neck, and pulled a needle out of the top of his head.

That's right! It's Maoshan's soul splitting technique.

And eighty percent of this needle has also been soaked in corpse oil.

Splitting needles, locking souls in red clothes, falling soul scales, and feet not touching the ground to avoid being discovered by ghosts.

Poisonous modus operandi.

"Brother Huo, where is their village chief? Call him over, I'll ask him something. ”

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw a thin old man walking up.

"Young man, you're looking for me."

"Old man, this is your grandson?"

"Yes, officer, you must catch the murderer and bring him to justice."

"Naturally, you tell me first! Have you ever offended anyone in the village? And this person happens to know your grandson's birth date and so on. ”

"There are many people who know about this."

"And is there anyone in your village who knows how to do earthwork?"

"Hijikata? Have you ever learned? ”

"That's right, wearing a red-clothed lock soul and falling into the soul, with both feet off the ground, the soul can't escape with the soil, the soul attraction needle opens the mud pill palace to attract the soul out of the body, and uses the bones of the deceased or the things commonly used before life as a tool for raising ghosts, and after forty-nine days of raising in the land of extreme yin, it is a powerful ghost, unless someone who has studied professionally, no one will understand this."

"Yes, it's Boss Wan."

After hearing this, I looked at Huo Butian, he said a few words to the police behind him, and after a while, a middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle brought him over.

He was smiling with big slippers on his feet, and he had a cigarette in his mouth.

"What's the matter, uncle, do you still hold a banquet when your grandson dies?"

"Boss Wan, be serious."

Huo Butian glared.

"I heard you know how to do it?"

"Fart earthwork, I'm from Maoshan, and so are you? I saw you on Maoshan Mountain, and you were beaten up by the guy named Qing Shui and threw the waste down the mountain? ”

"You ......"

I'm a little angry and want to beat someone.

"Want to hit someone? Come on. ”

"Are you really a scumbag, Director Huo, I suspect that he killed the person, let's detain him first."

Huo Butian had already seen that he was unhappy, so he directly asked people to get him back to the office.

"Old man, if you don't mind this corpse, we'll take it away first?"

"Don't mind, you must find out the real culprit."

Just about to leave, Huang Yongwei trotted all the way over:

"This corpse can't be moved, don't leave the house for three days after the corpse touches the ground, otherwise something big will happen, and you are here to guard this corpse."

He winked at me.

But I don't know, and I don't know if what he's saying is true, but it doesn't look like it's fake.

I had no choice but to stay and guard the boy's body.

At night, I was sitting in the hall playing with my mobile phone when I suddenly heard the sound of walking on the ground from the West Room where the body was kept......