"It's ...... Space shuttle? ”

Lin Qianmo's feelings when he recalled Fang Cai were indescribable.

Old Mr. Yin didn't speak, urged the Dao Fu, and continued to move forward.

After moving away from the stone pillar, the black mist increased again, and mysterious and incomprehensible voices appeared in my ears, flickering left and right, flickering forward and backward.

In the world of the dead, in the face of such a situation, it is enough to be vigilant.

"According to the inference of that day, the cause of Li Chenghui's accident is very likely to be related to his hometown, and if nothing else, the Dao Fu should guide us to Shen'an Village in Southern Province."

Lin Qianmo thought quietly.

At this moment, there was a roar of gold and iron clashing in the fog somewhere.

Whew-

The fog dissipated, and the objects in front of him changed, instantly attracting Lin Qianmo's attention.

It's a medium-sized sampan moving fast through the air.

On the sampan there were three Taoist priests wearing blue-gray robes.

A long flag fluttering in the wind was planted in the bow of the ship, and lightning and thunder thundered around the flag, and visions were frequent, and lightning danced, enveloping the entire hull.

On the boat, a Taoist priest was in front and a Taoist priest was behind, and on their shoulders was a black copper coffin several meters long.

The black copper coffin occasionally overflowed with a burst of black light, making it look extremely cold.

The two sides of the coffin were covered with yellow talismans, and the front and back ends were tightly wound with blood-glittering ink fountain threads.

In the middle of the coffin, a Taoist priest with gray sideburns and beard sits cross-legged, pressing one hand on the black copper coffin and the other on his chest.

Wow.

The black copper coffin suddenly made a concussive sound, and something hit the coffin board inside, and this is how the sound of gold and iron impact that Lin Qianmo heard in the fog came from.

The figure of the gray-haired Taoist priest sitting on top of the coffin trembled obviously.

Lin Qianmo's pupils shrank, and at the moment of impact, he clearly felt that the coffin emitted a wisp of murderous opportunity, which directly made his hairs stand on end, and he was terrified.

The three Taoist priests also noticed Lin Qianmo and Mr. Yin standing on the Dao talisman.

The three of them nodded slightly, which was considered a courtesy.

Mr. Yin also used the sampan and the Dao charm to stagger and disappear into the black mist.

Lin Qianmo glanced back.

There was deep doubt and jealousy in his eyes.

Are these three Taoist priests from the underworld, or are they the hidden sects of the Daomen?

Is the black coffin filled with ancient corpses, or other murderous objects?

Where did they carry the coffin?

Everything is a mystery.

Lin Qianmo turned his head and looked at Mr. Yin, and wanted to take his arm and ask long and short questions, so as to figure out all kinds of doubts along the way.

But Mr. Yin didn't mean to speak at all, which made him feel so depressed.

Fortunately, on the road behind, there were no other strange things to see, which made Lin Qianmo's doubts no longer increase.

The Dao Fu flew for a while, stopped in the sky above a mountain road, and slowly landed, and the outline of a village appeared in front of the mountain road.

Lin Qianmo let out a sigh of relief, and finally arrived.

The Dao talisman fell to the ground, and Old Mr. Yin and Lin Qianmo jumped to the ground.

As Li Chenghui said, this is a rather remote village.

There are giant trees in the mountains.

It's just that these trees are also deprived of their green, and the gray mountains and black trees are like a dead and silent place.

"You urge Daoyu, go to the village to see what is going on, I will wait for you here, if there is an unmanageable danger, do not stop, just run out, I will wait for you here."

Mr. Yin intends to exercise Lin Qianmo.

"Okay."

Lin Qianmo didn't say much, temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart, and now it is most important to find out the cause of Li Chenghui's death.

His hands were sealed, and Dao Yu flew out of his body and appeared in the air, exuding a soft luster, guiding Lin Qianmo in the direction of his progress.

Lin Qianmo followed Daoyu quickly, and it didn't take long for Shen Ancun to appear in front of him.

……

On the cement road into the village, a car with a Volkswagen sign was bumpy on the road, and although the ground was a cement road, it was full of potholes and was not easy to drive.

In the driver's seat of the car, there was a young man of twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a red face and a happy and proud face.

The car drove into the entrance of the village, an old man with a bamboo basket on his back and a scalper hurriedly avoided it, he glanced sideways at the driver's seat, the expression on his face was a little weird at first, and then he smiled: "Yo, isn't this the kid of the old Li family?" Ah, I'm back in the car. ”

"Uncle Chang, I just bought this car a few days ago, it's not expensive." The youth stopped in the driveway.

"It's not expensive and it's four-wheeled, it's bullish, it's worthy of being the only few college students in our village, it's just different." Chang Bo praised.

The young man smiled: "Uncle Chang, come to my house for dinner in the evening, I brought some good wine, you can taste it." ”

"Okay!" Chang Bo smiled and nodded.

"Then I'll go back first, Uncle Chang."

"Go ahead." Uncle Chang waved his hand and led the ox to the field.

What neither of them noticed was that not far from their side, there was a sharp-eyed young man standing, his left hand curled into a fist, standing with his arms folded, his index finger hooked, lightly tapping his nose, and muttering to himself: "Li Chenghui returned to his hometown, was this two weeks ago?" ”

That's right, this young man is Lin Qianmo, who is pursuing the cause of Li Chenghui's death, and everything that happened just now has been seen by him.

"I have never seen anyone else in the world of the dead before, and there has been such a long memory replay, is Li Chenghui trying to tell me something?"

Lin Qianmo stood in place with a thoughtful expression.

"Before Uncle Chang greeted Li Chenghui, his eyes and expressions were very strange, not like the joy of the elders seeing the juniors, there was a faint sense of strangeness, why is this?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, looked at Li Chenghui who was driving forward, got up and followed.

It is a village with distinctive characteristics of reform.

The houses in the village are one after another, all of which are two separate floors with brand new tiles, apparently less than two years after they were built.

Li Chenghui walked slowly on the road, greeting the neighbors along the way, returning to his hometown in fine clothes was the most proud, and he did not find that the first time people in the village looked at him, they all had a fleeting strangeness, and then it was normal polite words.

Lin Qianmo, who was not far behind his car, took in the performance of the villagers, and the doubts he got were no lower than the doubts hidden in his heart before.

Why does everyone feel strange when they look at Li Chenghui?

Some of them showed a strong sense of strangeness, and those villagers who did not greet Li Chenghui even showed xenophobia in their eyes.

Could it be that there is something wrong with Li Chenghui's parents?

With such speculation, Lin Qianmo followed Li Chenghui's vehicle to a building at the back of the village.

Li Chenghui parked his car in the open space in front of the building.

happily got out of the car and called into the house: "Dad, Mom, I'm back." ”

There was a sound of footsteps in the room, followed by a creak, and the door was pulled open from the inside.