I had already drawn my sharp knife, and the little Taoist priest also grabbed his bronze dagger in his hand and shouted, "Stop!" Slowly, he walked around the shadowy figure.

This figure was able to succeed the previous time, it should be relying on this thick black fog, he obviously sensed that the black fog had dissipated, sighed, and stood in place.

When I turned to the front of this figure, I took a look at his vague figure.

It's a bit like Lao Xiao who is in charge of the crematorium!

In his hand was a short, whitish knife like a wolf's fang, and most of the face of the corpse under him had been uncovered by him.

Unexpectedly, the person who stole the skin of the dead body turned out to be him!

I had doubted him before, but I quickly dispelled my suspicions, because his face told me that he was a dying man, and I thought that dying people would not do such heinous things because of their good intentions.

"I didn't expect it to be you! Let's go, go out and meet your curator! ”

I shouted at this old Xiao.

He sighed again, threw away the short knife the size of a wolf's tooth in his hand, and slowly walked out of the morgue.

The little Taoist priest and I followed closely behind.

Seeing that we escorted another person from the morgue, Director Chang, who was in charge of seeing Mao Chun, didn't react to what was going on, and asked us in surprise, "What's the matter, why is Lao Xiao also inside?" ”

Found the guy who stole the face of the dead body, the little Taoist priest seemed quite satisfied, and pushed Lao Xiao on the back, "You ask him yourself!" ”

Curator Chang is still quite shrewd, he took a flashlight at Lao Xiao, probably saw the inconspicuous blood on his hand, frowned, "Blood? Could it be that you stole the faces of the dead bodies? So, what's going on with Mao Chun? ”

This time it was the little Taoist priest who answered him, and the little Taoist snorted, "I said earlier that the ghost led the way, and it was used to confuse the audition." ”

Director Chang looked at Lao Xiao again, "Lao Xiao, is it really you?" ”

Lao Xiao sighed, and he recognized it.

Director Chang was extremely surprised, and his voice unconsciously became louder, "It's really you?" You are seriously ill, why do you want to do such a thing, don't you accumulate some virtue for yourself?! ”

I saw tears rolling down Lao Xiao's eyes, "Director Chang, I can't stand you, and I can't stand the previous Director Huang." I, I just had to do this because I was seriously ill. ”

When he said this, the three of us were amazed, what does it have to do with being seriously ill to do such a unconscionable thing?

But it was this night that subverted a lot of my understanding of physiognomy, and I also subverted my understanding of seeing people, in a sense, it was my death and my new life.

He looked up at Director Chang, "But if I tell the reason, will you believe it?" ”

The situation in the past few nights is estimated to have also made this curator feel unbelievable, after all, he is a person who has experienced a big scene, and let out a faint breath, "Say it, let's listen." ”

Old Xiao, whose face was blackened, nodded in cringe, as if he was caught in a memory, "I discovered this disease four months ago, and it was already in the middle and advanced stages, this disease, you should know, it is basically incurable." I didn't have that money, so I thought I wouldn't be cured, so I took some medicine and waited at home to die while eating. ”

Director Chang speculated that what he said should be the truth, and asked him to continue.

Lao Xiao snorted, "But I can't afford to take medicine alone, so I want to find a job to do, and I can live until which day, but my face is very bad, once I found a job, my stomach hurt and fell down at someone's house, and I was seen by others that my body was not good, so I was dismissed." Later, by chance, I heard that no one wanted to do the work in the crematorium in our crematorium, and the salary was very high. Thinking about the person who was going to die, there were not so many taboos, so I came over. ”

Curator Chang, who was standing in front of him, nodded again, there was nothing important except death, and the work that ordinary people were unwilling to do had become beautiful in the eyes of Lao Xiao at this moment.

Mao Chun, who was tied under his feet, was struggling at this time, muttering and asking us to let him go, interrupting Lao Xiao's words from time to time.

Director Chang pointed at Mao Chun and asked Lao Xiao, "Does it have anything to do with him if you peel off your face?" ”

Lao Xiao shook his head and said, "No." ”

Curator Chang leaned over and untied the rope that bound Mao Chun and told him not to speak again.

Without Mao Chun's interference, Lao Xiao continued, "But it has not been twenty days since I started working, and I can't stand up with severe abdominal pain, and I feel that my limit may have come, but that night, I had a strange dream, in which a person told me that there was a way to save my life, as long as I did what he said, I could continue to live." ”

Someone told him in his dream how to live? When I heard the word dream, I couldn't help but think of the psychic medium I had just experienced before.

This way to save his life, what did he do before?

Sure enough, Lao Xiao said hesitantly, "This life-saving method is to let me skin the dead corpse and make it into wax pills, one of which I swallow, and the other for offering." ”

Director Chang looked at the little Taoist priest and me, probably a little suspicious, but neither of us answered him, and listened to this old Xiao continue to speak.

"At that time, I felt that I wanted to live so much, so I had this dream, but the next night, I dreamed of that person again, and even told me how to steal the face of a dead body, how to make wax pills, and I woke up in fright."

"And then, you did it?" Curator Chang, who felt incredulous, finally asked.

Lao Xiao nodded, "Curator, there's no way, I'm really hurting to death, I didn't believe it at first, but then I thought about it, so I used the method taught in my dream to make something that blocked people's vision, but I didn't expect it to be punctured in the house at night, and nothing would be seen in the whole house, and there would be a black fog that the lights couldn't illuminate." ”

Not only Director Chang, but even I was very curious this time, "What is that?" ”

Lao Xiao said, "It is to use the alveoli of the dead old sheep, mixed with scorpion powder, cemetery soil, and add the ashes of some unjustly deceased people, put them into the alveoli of the old sheep, and when it is used, it will be punctured, and the surrounding area will be shrouded in an impenetrable black fog." ”

I knew in my heart that this was an evil law.

Lao Xiao looked at the little Taoist, "If he hadn't broken my law, or you were beside me, I wouldn't have been worried about being seen." ”

The little Taoist priest snorted and did not answer.

His meaning is very clear, he is a Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain, and it is not easy to break an evil law.

No wonder he never stops every fifth and seventh day, it turns out that there is a way to obstacle!

"Then, does that old Zhang light incense have anything to do with you?" Director Chang asked again.

Lao Xiao nodded and said that the rhino horn incense was also prepared by himself.

"So, are you afraid that the matter will be revealed and kill Lao Zhang?" Curator Chang asked in a trembling voice.

This time, Lao Xiao shook his head, "It's not me, I didn't harm him, maybe the god who gave me the dream wanted him to die." ”

The little Taoist priest had been listening quietly, but at this time he said, "You said that you make two wax pills every time, one of which you swallow by yourself, and the other is offered, where is the offering?" ”

When the little Taoist priest asked this, Director Chang and I were both stunned, yes, where did he enshrine another wax pill? That's the crux of the matter.

Unexpectedly, when we asked this, Lao Xiao, who wanted to confess and be lenient, did not confess and was reluctant to say.

I told Lao Xiao that I had met a man who was doing things for evil spirits before, and although he didn't say anything, he died in the end, his head stuck between the iron fences, and he died miserably.

I'm talking about Chen Dashun.

Once it happens, the evil spirit will not spare anyone.

My intimidation coupled with the persuasion of Director Chang, Lao Xiao finally trembled his hands and pointed to a reincarnation furnace of the zodiac.

It was the first reincarnation furnace of the zodiac, and it looked like a very ferocious mouse.

Is the sculpture a refinement?

When I asked the little Taoist, he heaved, "All things in heaven and earth are enlightened, the easiest is people, followed by animals, followed by plants, followed by dead things, there are not many Taoist cultivators who ascend, dead things can achieve Taoism, basically impossible, I guess there must be living creatures in it, absorbing a large amount of yin energy here, and becoming essence!" ”

Hearing Xiaodao say this, I suddenly thought of the yellow skin on the barren mountain, and asked the little Taoist what to do.

The little Taoist priest didn't let me speak anymore, and took out the red rope in his arms, meaning that I would pull it and seal the mouth of the rat-like furnace from both sides.

Lao Xiao was obviously scared, and begged bitterly in the back, but the little Taoist priest ignored it and asked Director Chang to watch him.

Then the little Taoist priest took out a yellow talisman and said to Director Chang, "Director Chang, this is the thunder talisman that my master gave me, it is worth at least five thousand yuan, I don't know what is in this furnace, but it is definitely a spirit, I want to throw it in and blow it up, use it or not?" ”

At this point, how could Director Chang say no, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet and said, "Yes!" Use! ”

The little Taoist priest smiled slightly, and was about to chant the spell to trigger the talisman seal, when someone hit him with a "bang" on the back of his head, his eyes turned white, and he instantly softened.

This sudden change startled me, and when I looked at Director Chang again, his eyes were wide open and he was slowly falling, and he couldn't speak with his mouth open, as if he had also been plotted.

Looking at the old Xiao again, he snorted and looked at me, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth.