Wu Laosi tried his best to break free from Zishumo, but he didn't break free, and he was a little surprised. He is an authentic practitioner, his body is not white, he has followed the old way on the mountain to practice martial arts since he was a child, and the young people of the Bliss Club can't beat him. Unexpectedly, this weak-looking kid could restrain him like an iron tong, which really surprised him.

Zishu Mo accepted it when he saw it, and after seeing the expression on Wu Laosi's face, he knew that the other party had already messed up and would not make another mistake, so he let go of Wu Laosi's hand with a smile and pretended to save some face for the other party.

It's a pity that Wu Laosi is not a person who understands these people's feelings, and he wanted to attack Zi Shumo again the moment Zi Shumo let go of him. Zi Shumo's muscles suddenly tensed, this time he didn't plan to save face for this fat old dog.

Uncle Jiao, the smiling tiger on the side, saw the ruthlessness in Zi Shumo's eyes, and also saw that he had let Wu Laosi go back just now, although he looked down on Wu Laosi in his heart, but after all, he was the uncle of the Bliss Club, if he fell, the uncles and uncles of the Bliss Club would not look good.

"Fourth, you are an elder, so let this little junior. The girl and the young man are also here to help us Ah Ren find the real murderer, aren't you happy? Uncle Jiao said slowly, stepped forward and crossed in front of Wu Laosi and Zi Shumo.

These words also gave Wu Laosi enough face, but he was unhappy in his heart after all, the two pieces of meat on his face drooped even more, and the corners of his mouth hung down as if they had been bent by two baskets of heavy objects, and he sat back in his place angrily.

Uncle Jiao walked up to Freya with a smile, looked at everyone and said, "If anyone has doubts about this little girl's ability, you can come forward and try it." ”

With Uncle Jiao's words, where can the young people who are doing good things below still sit still, they raised their hands one after another.

Freya looked indifferent, picked a few people casually, and quickly convinced everyone. After these people went down, they all quietly proved Freya's supernatural powers to the people around them.

The mourning hall became agitated, some people who believed in ghosts and gods had already touched the Buddhist beads they were wearing and secretly recited Amitabha, and some timid people put their backs on the back of the chair and looked around with their throats tightened, and the whole atmosphere became a little weird.

Sister Yun stepped forward and clapped her palms, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then asked, "Which of you still has questions?" No one spoke for a long time, and there was a suffocating silence in the mourning hall. Sister Yun coughed dryly, and then said, "Since everyone is fine, then let's ask Ms. Freya to start descending." ”

"Okay, I need a black confined space that can accommodate everyone, and at the same time, I need to put Mr. Su's spiritual seat inside." Freya said slowly.

"This is easy! Come! Sister Yun clapped her hands, and immediately someone covered the entire mourning hall with a blackout cloth that had been prepared long ago.

After a while, the only light source in the mourning hall was the everlasting lamp and a pair of candles in front of Su Liangren's statue, as well as a few incense sticks that were about to burn out.

Freya took off the black robe on her body, and Cynthia on the side hurriedly stepped forward to take her robe, and unfolded the black veil she draped over her head to cover her face.

A strange voice came out of Freya's mouth, and she writhed constantly, sometimes lightly and sometimes solemnly. With every movement, there is a crisp jingle sound from her body. If you listen to it in normal times, it will be wonderful, but in times like this, it is creepy.

Suddenly, Freya's movements stiffened, like a frozen statue.

Then came a ghost cry that did not resemble a human voice, and in an instant, the candles, incense sticks, and everlasting lamps on the offering table were suddenly extinguished, and there was no light in the entire mourning hall.

In the darkness, someone shouted in panic.

"You bastards, you're still afraid of a fart when the old paper comes back!"

Su Liangren's voice suddenly sounded in the darkness, accompanied by a clanging sound.

"Brother Ren!" Someone shouted loudly, and everyone was in an uproar.

"What a fart! Be quiet for the old paper! MLGB! Dare to poison the old paper! Old paper is going to make a mark on your clothes now! Let everyone know that you did it! Su Liangren's voice was full of anger.

In the middle of nowhere, a string of jingling sounds sounded in the room, the bells were erratic, and from time to time there was a cloudy wind, which was even more terrifying.

The bell rang rapidly for a while, and then suddenly it rang again in the direction of the spiritual position.

"You turtle grandsons, listen to Sister Yun for me in the future! Take care of my daughter, if something happens to them, the old paper will come back to settle accounts with you one by one! Su Liangren's voice became smaller and smaller, farther and farther away, as if dissipated in the air.

After a while, the lights in the room suddenly turned on, and everyone was uncomfortable for a while, and they couldn't open their eyes.

When everyone came back to their senses, they saw Sister Yun pointing at Su Liangren's cronies and shouting loudly.

Everyone was puzzled, and looked at the slap-faced green-haired turtle.

"Me? Feed! Why do you say it's me!? When Brother Ren hung up that day, I was with you! The turtle jumped up excitedly.

"Why? Just by your clothes. Sister Yun said coldly.

"My clothes? Me, there's nothing on my clothes! ”

"Yes, it's because there's nothing on your clothes that you're suspicious!" Sister Yun said and took off her coat and said to everyone, "You all take off your coat and take a look." ”

Everyone took off their coats one after another, and found that everyone had a gray scratch on their clothes to a greater or lesser extent.

Sister Yun continued: "Green haired turtle, you are because you have a weak heart, and you are afraid that Liangren will really mark your clothes, so you secretly took off your coat in the dark just now, and when Liangren left, you put your coat back on, so there are no marks on your coat." This proves that you are the murderer. Don't arrest him yet! ”

Without waiting for Sister Yun to say it for the second time, Xiao Fei, Erhu and the others rushed forward, and pressed the green turtle to the ground with seven hands and eight feet.

Brother Feng, who was being escorted on the side, showed a puzzled and stunned look on her face, and after Sister Yun ordered someone to release her, she still didn't understand.

This sudden result surprised everyone, and they couldn't understand why Brother Feng insisted that he had killed Brother Ren, nor why Brother Ren's cronies, the Green Turtle, would kill Brother Ren that day.

But everyone was convinced of this result, after all, the facts were in front of them, and they could not be denied by the green turtle.

Later, the green-haired turtle was escorted to the small room where Feng Ge'er was imprisoned before, and he had to suffer a lot of flesh and skin.

Sister Yun dismissed the ordinary congregation and invited Zishumo, Freya, and Cynthia to join the uncles and uncles in the congregation to the inner hall.

The warm inner hall made everyone's hearts feel a little more comfortable, and Wu Laosi, who was relieved, gasped heavily, but the smile on the face of the smiling tiger Uncle Jiao was a little stagnant.

(End of chapter)