Jixiangyuan Community is located in the north of Dongning city center, not far from my store, less than ten minutes by car.

Although it was not said on the news which building or household had the accident, the kung fu of the knife man on credit is the trick of looking at the words.

There are more than 30 buildings in the whole Jixiangyuan community, all the high-rise buildings are at the end, we took the community around, and the eighteenth floor of the 10th high-rise is the most yin, one of the rooms, from the outside, it is black and straight up, and it has reached the extent of spillover, and the trend of the murderous house has become.

It was already eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, and there was no one in the hallway, so we quickly stopped in front of the 1803 door.

The craftsmanship of poplar sliding door lock picking is not inferior to those professional unlockers, as soon as the door is opened, the stench is coming!

The poplars were smoked back, and I couldn't help but frown.

A pair of red bulb candlesticks on the offering table were still lit, and the dim red light illuminated the melons and fruits on the table, as well as the images on the wall.

I don't care about the smell, but the two 16-inch black and white portraits hanging on the living room wall are a bit unexpected.

The man in the portrait has a loose gaze, small and no pupils, his eyebrows invade the Yin Hall, and his big mouth is almost on the root of his ears, a typical short-lived appearance, it should be Han Neng's son Han Tianfu.

But the woman's eyes are bright, and her middle is wide and long, especially the little mouth, moist and full!

Judging from the woman's face, not only will she not die of a violent life, but it is a sign of longevity and wealth.

Such a woman died violently in the house, no wonder the Han family would be ruined.

If a person with a good life dies unexpectedly, the longevity and wealth that he should have in his life will all be converted into debts and retribution to the murderer.

Even if you don't talk about ethereal retribution, after the death of this kind of person, the resentment is extremely deep, and it is most likely to turn into a powerful ghost in the world.

Yang Shu saw me staring at the statue, and also noticed the abnormality of this woman, and gently dragged me and whispered: "Senior brother, if this woman dies unjustly, I'm afraid it will be quite a commotion, let's leave it alone." ”

"Big man, a mouthful of foam and a nail!"

I know that the poplar tree thinks the smell here is too stinky, but I can't get used to him, let him develop a habit of cleanliness!

What's more, this is also the rule of the person who takes the knife, either he doesn't take it, and he responds to it.

I turned on the light path and entered the house, the room is spacious, I am afraid that there are not one hundred and twenty or thirty square meters, the decoration is new and luxurious, the window is pasted with the big red happy word, with dark red velvet floor-to-ceiling curtains, the joy has not subsided.

The door of the master bedroom on the south side is hidden, and when the door is opened, the large round bed is covered with a duvet of mandarin ducks playing in the water, which is obviously the scene of death.

I turned on the lights and looked around, the doors and windows were tightly sealed, and the walls were covered with sound-absorbing cotton, but other than that, there was nothing special.

I stretched out my hand to the poplar tree, "Moonstone." ”

Poplar handed me a bag, and I grabbed a handful of moonstone powder from the bag, shook my hands and threw it out.

Moonstone powder is borax used for iron, in addition to removing impurities and purifying iron billets, it has many functions in the hands of people like us.

The moonstone powder that was skillfully wrapped did not disperse, and smashed on the lotus crystal chandelier with a puff of white smoke, and then it exploded with a pop, scattering on the top of the house like flour.

The center of the room boiled instantly!

As far as the stone powder reached, it was like a large bottle of Sprite that had just burst the bottle, and in a violent snort, countless small bubbles appeared in the air, and the bubbles burst open, and the dark yin qi that had accumulated for an unknown amount of time gushed out, quickly filling the entire space, and the ghost was longing for a while.

The sour smell of the chemical reaction hit my nose and masked the original stench, but I still smelled a hint of imperceptible blood.

However, the next situation in front of me was once again beyond my expectations.

"Huh?" I was shocked and frowned.

Poplar asked me in surprise, "How can this be?" ”

Moonstone powder can stimulate yin energy, revealing traces of resentful spirits, although this method is simple, it is a hundred trials and souls from error.

But at this time, there was no trace in the house!

Yang Shu reacted and couldn't help moaning: "This is a habitual offender, otherwise how could he clean the scene so clean?" ”

"How can the newborn resentful spirit have such a means, unless, the bride married back by the Han family is not a person at all."

Things are getting stranger, which piqued my interest and gives me a hint of conspiracy.

"Lift the bed slats."

Yang Shu knocked the mattress and bed board aside, and I sprinkled some moon stones, and a trace of yin qi overflowed from the bed box, and the yin qi dissipated, and a struggling and twisted human figure was revealed on the bottom of the bed box, as if a person's shadow was printed on the bottom plate.

Looking closely at the bottom of the bed, the figure was lying on its side, its long hair was scattered, and its limbs were lying together, as if it was curled up in pain or as if it was being bound, and its mouth could be seen on the side of its face, as if it was screaming hoarsely.

I grabbed the poplar tree and forced him to look directly at the bottom of the bed: "Remember, this is the reflection of the last breath of resentment before death, but if you die in bed, you can probably find it under the bed." It is like a man who hangs himself, and there will be black phlegm three feet underground. ”

Poplar nodded without hesitation.

"Remember? So what do you see from this? ”

"It's painful to die, like being poisoned by a beautiful snake...... Or was it too much fun and died of a stroke? ”

I raised my hand and put my arm on the back of his head: "The kid knows a fart, are you trying to make me angry?" This thing has been dead for at least a month, and the reflection is about to disperse, it seems that her time in the Han family is not short, and Han Neng didn't tell us the truth. ”

"What does Senior Brother mean that she died not long after entering the Han family, but she became a living corpse and was married into the door again?"

"Eighty percent can't be wrong, but I underestimated her."

"I kind of admire this kid Han Tianfu!"

I was stunned: "Why? ”

"This kid is really heavy-mouthed, the living corpse dares to be scared in the sun, I'm afraid it's already rotten, he not only dares to play, but also dares to marry!"

"Do you know what it means to be charming? If a living corpse charms you, you can smell the spicy pot when she farts! ”

Poplar smacked his mouth and swallowed.

When I saw this scene, I was speechless and choked!

After a few words, the reflection under the bed saw the wind, and the wisps disappeared.

I didn't continue to lecture Poplar: "Let's go, chicken farm." ”

Since the scene has been cleaned, there will be no more clues if I continue to investigate, not to mention that I already know this matter in my heart.

The Banjugou Chicken Farm is more than half an hour's drive from the city, and it is still a highway, and it takes almost an hour to take the dirt road. The Isuzu pickup truck handed down by the master is already in the last years, the old cow pulled the broken car, naturally it was not fast, the poplar was driving, and I squinted my eyes in the co-pilot, and my mind did not belong.

I regret taking this trouble a little, this Han Neng is not telling the truth, and Lao Tzu may be surrounded by him.

50,000 yuan is a lot, but it's not really what I want.

What I really want, but Fulu!

The "Fulu" I am talking about is a word used to cover up the ugliness and paste the gold, and it generally refers to the origin of the ghosts and demons, because most of them are some unclean things, and it is not suitable to declare them.

These things can increase strength, but for us in the Xuanmen, they are more important than money.

However, the little blessings I got from the living corpse may not be useful to me, neither can they help me consolidate my strength and sit on the throne of the Holy Realm, but also cannot allow Yang Shu to step through the long True Realm and enter the Holy Realm, so it is of little significance to get it or not.

Thinking of this, I sighed lightly, just think that this time I came for the money, after all, there are often big heads, but there are not often big heads!

Yang Shu complained: "Senior brother, why have you been sighing lately? I'm upset when I hear it. ”

I squinted at him, "Drive well." How many times have I taught you, don't always drive the high beam when driving a night car! ”

"I know, I know, I'm afraid I'm going to disturb those things."

"Bullshit, I'm afraid you'll hit others, Yuanguang Dog!"

The corner of Yang Shu's mouth twitched, he didn't dare to talk back to me, he also knew that if he pushed me again, the back of his head would have to be slapped again.

But as soon as I squinted, he grinded again: "Senior brother......"

I gritted my back molars and snapped out a few words: "What else do you want to say?" ”

Yang Shu covered the back of his head and stepped on the brakes, arguing urgently: "No, it's somewhere." ”

He narrowly escaped, and I reluctantly opened my eyes and looked out.

There are not many households in Banjiegou, and there are only twenty or thirty households in total, and they are basically engaged in breeding. And Han Neng's chicken farm is in the innermost part of the half-cut ditch, and it is almost at the foot of the North Mountain, surrounded by empty fields.

As far as the headlights can reach, two rusty iron fence gates block the way, and a black bungalow 100 meters away from the door can be faintly seen, like a black paper-cut painting, almost blending into a plane with the undulating mountain shadows in the distance, no convex concave or light, so silent that people feel a little chilled.

The weather in December was already dripping with ice, not to mention that it was past midnight, and the temperature was so low that I didn't want to get out of the car.

But I couldn't let the poplar drive to knock the door open, so I had to get out of the car helplessly, take a deep breath of cold air, rub my hands, and let myself get used to the cold of the winter night.

Then I looked up, and the moonlight was excellent tonight, and the snow was shining with a bright silver light, but it fell on the huge chicken farm, as if it had been swallowed by something, and no trace could escape.

There is no light, and the yin qi and dead qi are naturally even more missing, making people unable to understand the reality and reality.

I smiled, this is a carriage waiting for me.

Yang Shu closed the car door and walked over, saw me smiling, and asked timidly, "Senior brother, what are you smiling at?" ”

I raised my hand and there was a big fight, and even the punch just now was all back: "You are so smiling, open the lock!" ”

In the blink of an eye, the chains on the iron door made a soft sound, and he was thrown into the snow by the poplar, and he pushed the door open: "Senior brother, please." ”

All around us was silent except for the slight creaking of our feet on the snow, and there was no movement until we approached the house.

Yang Shu flashed a flashlight and shook it in the direction of the house: "What about the old man?" I greet him? ”

I shook my head, I would have come out long ago.

The three brick houses were arranged in a concave shape, and I went straight up and opened the door of the main house.

At this time, if the house in the Northeast is not centrally heated, you have to burn the stove to keep warm, if you live in a bungalow, as long as you open the door, there must be a hot air gushing out, mixed with the fragrance of big porridge or sticky bean buns.

But Han Neng's house was as cold as an ice cellar, and it smelled damp and moldy.

I felt the switch at the door and pressed it, but the lights didn't come on.

The poplar's flashlight shone over, and I saw that a few steps into the door was a stove, and there was no spark in the stove pit, and there was half a pot of yellow paste in the big iron pot on the stove, and I don't know what it was, but it was obviously cold. On the wall behind the stove hangs a black-and-yellow portrait of the king of the stove, from my point of view, not only is it not half festive, but it seems to be sneering.

I can't help but laugh at my fart, but I'm just a shrewd earth fairy, laughing as if my master hadn't beaten you!

As soon as I turned around, under the flashlight, a pale face suddenly appeared on the glass of the door on the left!

The face appeared abruptly, almost against the glass, its features distorted, and black and red blood trickled down its cheeks to its jaw.

As I noticed it, the door creaked open.

A hoarse voice sounded slowly: "Master Yang, are you here......"

I hummed, pretending not to notice his anomaly: "It seems that I came early and disturbed your good dreams." ”

Han Neng took a step back and let go of the door: "You're welcome, since you're here, let's sit in the house." ”

That's right, the owner of that face is Han Neng, he didn't even wash his face when he came back from my store, and the blood left by knocking his head was still there.

When Yang Shu saw that it was him, he couldn't help but be furious on the spot: "Old Hantou, are you sick?" What about scaring the two of us? ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and raised his hand to push Han Neng.

I grabbed his hand and motioned him to stop: "How do you speak?" Don't you see, people have been waiting for us! ”