When the candle turned green, Chen Yarou didn't dare to look at it anymore, turned around and ran out.

Mao Zheng was the only one left in the whole room, but in his heavenly eyes, there was still a person standing next to him. This is the soul of Xiao Kong that Mao Zheng just recruited, the white candle emitted green light, and the soul of Xiao Kong saw his corpse, his face was even more hideous, and his body was full of resentment.

Mao Zheng hurriedly pinched the seal in his hand, and asked the gods to chant Lang Lang: "Heavenly spirits, earth spirits, please ask the gods of the underworld." Disciple Mao Zheng, now with perseverance, turns into hundreds of billions of fragrant clouds, colorful auspicious clouds, and asks the black and white gods to ......".

Suddenly, the wind was blowing in the room, and I saw that in that corner, a door to the underworld was opened from the ground, and a rope like a whip stretched out from the door, and the soul that was wrapped in the small hole was pulled into the ground, and the door of the underworld disappeared in an instant.

Seeing that Xiao Kong's soul returned to the underworld, Mao Zheng breathed a long sigh of relief. And the white candle that emitted a green flame was also normal, and the red light flickered.

New souls, there are resentments that are not very deep, like this, please move the ghosts of the underworld to arrest and return to the underworld, and they have not been exceeded, only to stay in the city of the underworld. This is also Mao Zheng's helpless move, even if he wants to overdo it, there is no time, if he waits until Xiao Kong's corpse turns into a zombie, this soul has not yet returned to the underworld, then it is very likely that the soul is attached to the body again, then this zombie is not just so bloody zombie.

"The sky is clear, and all evils will not invade ......" Mao Zheng took out another charm to seal the town and pasted it on the forehead of Xiaokong's corpse.

In this matter, Director Li also came in, saw the charm on Xiao Kong's forehead, approached Mao Zheng and said softly in a changed tone: "Master Mao, I have already contacted the funeral home, and the car is coming soon, but the two policemen outside said......"

"Say what?"

"They said they were going to dissect the body of Xiao Kong, and they suspected it was a murder case."

"Oops!" Mao Zheng looked at the blackened corpse and sighed and said, "I don't have time to explain to them, without further ado, the car from the funeral home arrives, and it will be cremated immediately." ”

"Master Mao, you don't have to worry, I'll deal with it from the police. When the time comes, let's go and see last night's surveillance footage. ”

"Okay." Mao Zheng didn't care why Director Li changed his tone, and as for last night's unpleasantness, he didn't take it to heart. He even blamed himself for not disposing of the ancient corpse in time, but it was time to call it a blood zombie.

"You go take care of this! I'm not going, I'm going to go after the bloody zombie. It's a good time to look for this demon during the day, but it's hard to find it at night. ”

Seeing that Mao Zheng was concerned about the zombie, Director Li did not stay to watch last night's surveillance video together. For Mao Zheng, it is the same to see or not to see, because these can be imagined. But before leaving, he still asked, "Where did you see the zombies running out of the surveillance?" ”

"The zombie didn't get out, but got into the sewers of the bureau."

Cunning! Mao Zheng didn't sigh.

took an archaeological head-mounted charging flashlight, and followed the leadership of Director Li, Mao Zheng came to an open manhole cover, and saw the slime on both sides of the manhole, obviously the zombie went down from here to the underground waterway, and just when Mao was about to go down, a fat policeman ran from inside: "Comrade, wait a minute!" What are you going to do? ”

"Of course I'm going to chase down the culprit, what's wrong?"

"In this way, the superiors attach great importance to this case, and they have just sent another team of criminal police."

"What's my business?" As he spoke, Mao Zheng jumped off the sewer. The two-meter-high circular sewer, which looks very large, is obviously a pipe used to drain the floodwater, and this kind of pipe spreads and radiates to every corner of the city like a spider web, because there has been no heavy rain and torrential rain recently, and there is no water flow in the pipe.

Mao Zheng, who was holding the compass, wore a flashlight to carefully check the traces in the pipe, and saw that the slime kept going east, so he followed the slime and kept looking for it to the east.

"Poof-pop——!" There was a sound from behind, and Mao was looking back, and it turned out that the fat policeman had jumped off the ground.

"Wait for me!"

"Hey! Fatty, what are you doing here? "It's not fun, Mao Zheng thought to himself.

"I'm a criminal policeman, I'm doing business. I also want to ask you, what are you doing here? ”

"What I do is something you can't do, fat man, I advise you to go back. You see the intricacies of this underground waterway, what can you do? ”

"It's okay! Hey. I'll follow you. "The fat policeman looked fat, but he was very agile in his movements, and as they spoke, people came closer.

"Your name is Mao Zheng, I know you are a ghost hunter, introduce yourself, my surname is Xue, Xue Chenghuai." As he spoke, he took out a military flashlight from his satchel and a pistol in the other, and walked in front of Mao Zheng.

The fat man is very self-familiar and looks very open-minded, and he doesn't care about Mao Zheng being a warlock, which makes Mao Zheng not reject it at all, and acquiesce to this Xue Fat Man walking in front.

"Fatty, aren't you afraid that you're going to catch zombies?"

"What are you afraid of? I'm not jealous of the guy in my hands, PIU! I shot it in the head. Besides, from a materialistic point of view, where in this world are there any ghosts and zombies or anything like that? Judging from my criminal investigation for several years, these two percent are artificial disguises, and they belong to murder and the like. ”

"And eighty percent what?" Mao Zheng was also curious, he wanted to see the criminal policeman's reasoning about the case.

"Eighty percent? It is robbery or theft. You see, that ancient corpse is worth a fortune, and nine times out of ten, that's it. Stealing doesn't turn into robbery, and killing people by mistake. ”

"Hehe, you still have a good eye for inference. It looks like you haven't seen the surveillance footage yet. Mao Zheng said.

"Look!"

"Didn't the hole be bitten to death?"

"That's right! That's why this murderer is too vicious. ”

Mao Zheng was speechless for a while, this fat man's world is too optimistic. That's fine, when he meets that zombie, as long as this fat man is not scared to the point of urine, the gun in his hand is really a big help.

The two of them walked a long way forward in search of the slime left by the zombies, but the fat man became slower and more cautious.

"Fatty! What happened to you? Mao Zheng was puzzled.

"Mao Zheng, do you think this is a trap? Do you see why the gangsters left traces of pointing along the way? How can there be a feeling of inviting you into the urn? As he spoke, he held the gun tightly and cautiously leaned forward.

"I'm scared so soon! Why don't I go ahead, if you go like this, where will you find the 'gangsters'? Everyone else has already slipped away. ”