The dark cabin was cut, and with a loud bang, the iron plate hit the floor heavily, and a choking white light and dust were struck, and the dim light in the cabin shone into the eyes, and it was covered with cobwebs, and a corpse could be faintly seen hanging on the roof, and the body was bound, and the head door was stuck in the iron rudder, clamped as thin as a discus, and the rotten white and foul-smelling brain pulp was sprinkled all over the ground.

How to look, how evil.

The moment the iron plate collapsed, everyone covered their noses and mouths, because there was a strange smell in the air.

Liuzi used his pistol to pull away the cobwebs on the cabin, and there was a sour taste in his throat, and he whispered in confusion. "How can there be a dead body here?"

The old cigarette gun smoke never leaves the mouth. "It's not surprising that there are dead bodies, but it's strange that there is a wheelhouse in this place?"

"This is the dark rudder, which the British call the Hand of God, to prevent the ship from crushing and paralyzing the main rudder if it is damaged or controlled by others."

Mu Zhengyang slowly said the origin of the dark rudder, it is said that in the First World War, after the British Royal Navy suffered a heavy blow from the German fleet in the Battle of Jutland, Admiral Architect was born General Jericho personally guided the planning according to the ship's operational performance, and then fully put into the battlefield, thus reversing the outcome of the naval battle, and indirectly accelerating the end of the First World War.

He couldn't help but have doubts in his heart, and frowned. "This man died strangely, it was said that he was stuck, but it was better to say that he committed suicide, it seems that he is a veteran, and he can still take the helm lightly." The strange thing he said was the death of this man, the whole body was bound firmly, curled up and bent, like a stone shrimp with a bowed body, slanted down 45 degrees, and his head was stuck in the rudder, which was very strange.

Huang Sanshou hesitated. "You mean, he stuck himself in the rudder just to move the ship?"

In the world, I have heard of driving a boat with my hands and my feet, but I have never heard of someone driving a boat with his head and sandwiching himself to death.

Mu Zhengyang's face was solemn, he didn't answer, his thoughts were all on the corpse.

"Huang Gang Leader, look."

Mu Zhengyang asked him not to look at other places, but the hands of the deceased, although they were restrained, their arms had been twisted and deformed before he died, his fists were clenched, his nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and he could obviously see strange hands: there were six fingers on both left and right hands.

Huang Sanshou has a cold back, but the door is hot as if it was burned, their Huang family is from the Lingnan clan, since ancient times, the people are different from ordinary people, born with six fingers on each hand, and the sixth finger and the middle finger are together, etc., easy to unlock the coffin, the reason why Huang Sanshou has three hands is from this.

Since this person was born with two hands and six fingers, maybe he has a great relationship with the Huang family?

Huang San's throat seemed to have swallowed a lump of ice, frozen, and he couldn't help but think in his heart, this person should be the heir of the Huang family, but the body was rotten and white, and his face was corrupt, he left home as a young man, and he was away from the countryside for 30 years, even if he was complete, he couldn't tell the innocence, looking at the degree of decay of the corpse, there should be some time, but why did this person from the same clan die here, and the death was treacherous? Could it be that this ghost ship was really driven by him?

Huang Sanshou didn't dare to think down, swallowed his saliva, and stared straight at Mu Zhengyang. "This boat is not trivial, this is the extradition of the undead, the black iron box before is bizarre, the yin and yang life and death lock is the secret technique of the Yellow Gate, and the one who can open the lock must be the heir of the Huang family, if I guess correctly, this heir of the Huang family has died in the boat."

"Oh?" Mu Zhengyang smiled and said nothing, wanting to see what he had to say, he had known each other for several years, and he had already known Huang Sanshou's temperament, although the three-handed stunt was famous all over the world, but what was even better was his mouth, which was like a bottle, and he would never reveal the secrets of his family until it was a critical moment.

Huang Sanshou suddenly shouted. "Oops, what time is it?"

Liuzi raised his hand and looked at his watch, puzzled. "Seven twenty, what's the Huang gang leader?"

Huang San wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said. "It's not good, I'm afraid it's past the Crossing of the Dead."

Mu Zhengyang said in a positive voice. "It's always called flowers, don't sell Guanzi, you talk about it, it's reasonable, don't board this ferry."

Huang Sanshou exhaled a few breaths, and was about to say something, when the old smoking gun on the side took a puff of dry tobacco, and rarely agreed with his point of view. "The extradition of the undead is true, the seven steps before the Buddha give birth to lotus, the ghost chrysanthemum of the nine directions of the netherworld, in this dark cabin, within ten sides, there will be a fragrant chrysanthemum."

Several people were stunned, how could chrysanthemums grow on this oil tanker with iron plates and copper walls?

Liuzi said in a low voice. "Big brother, I'll go inside and take a look."

Mu Zhengyang's face was slightly gloomy, he pulled over a guard beside him, took off a mask and handed it to Huang Sanshou, who sneered. "Detective, are you looking down on me again? It's always called the flower thatched house and the stable to dry, can you still be smoked by a rotting corpse? "The heart said, let your kid smash it once before, this time I finally earned back face, Mu Zhengyang smiled slightly, put on a mask and walked in front, Liuzi squeezed to protect him behind him, the gun in his hand kept stirring up the cobwebs, and the broken webs were sticky, and he whispered. The boat that came up in the water, why did the spiders still make such a fuss? ”

The old cigarette gun used the cigarette stick in his hand to flick the wire mesh in front of him that was not completely broken, and the mesh came to him and slipped into his nose and throat, he coughed a few times and complained. "I said Sixth Sir, you should keep an eye on the road, don't protect the stubborn detective."

Mu Zhengyang said lightly. "He's a networm."

Liuzi pressed the brim of his hat embarrassedly, blushing a lot, and lowered his head to open the way.

A few mermaids entered the dark cabin, which was dimly lit and not very large, and the corpses hung from the rudder, crawling with spiders the size of fists, some of which were greedily gnawing on the corpses, spilling rancid green liquor like moldy durians.

A peculiar smell popped up in Liuzi's throat, and he hurriedly twisted his head to the side, unable to bear to look directly.

Huang Sanshou was surprised. "Why are these spiders greenish? The smell is fishy. "He himself was born as a beggar, it stands to reason that he should be ordinary, even he feels that his nose and throat are difficult, and the other people are no better, Mu Zhengyang is better, after all, he is wearing a gas mask.

The old smoker frowned, and looked around the dark cabin without saying a word.

Liuzi's stomach surged, several times rushed to the throat, he endured it a few times, almost didn't squirt out, Xiujun's face turned red, and the right hand holding the pistol was also a little unstable, he followed Mu Zhengyang at the age of ten to rebel against Yuan, the Eastern Expedition to the north, the guns and bullets did not change the color, the horse took the lead, but for some reason, he was afraid of spiders, not to mention such a scene in front of him, if it wasn't for the protection of Mu Zhengyang, he would have run out earlier.

The old cigarette gun stared at the rotting corpse with an abnormal expression. "This is the immortal in the extradition of the undead to guide the way, six chiefs, within three steps of your right foot, there will be a purple chrysanthemum."

Liuzi lowered his head, and sure enough, a blood purple needle chrysanthemum was reflected in his eyes, and in the dim dark cabin, he could only vaguely see a general outline, and he couldn't help but be shocked, thinking that he could really grow wild chrysanthemums on this iron plate, which was terrifying and bizarre, he borrowed the electric light in his hand, stepped forward to find out, and his hand stretched out, and the old smoking gun stopped him, "Don't touch it." "I was so shocked that the six sons' hands and feet were a little messy, and they looked at him in a daze, and the old cigarette said." This is the Jiuju faction of the Flower Laughing Dharma Bureau, it seems that this master is smiling. ”

"How so?"

Mu Zhengyang squatted down and thought about the chrysanthemums on the boatboard, this kind of needle silk chrysanthemum is no different from the purple chrysanthemum in the autumn moon, the strange thing is that there are stems and no leaves, the flowers are half budding, and they are immortal on the ghost ship, which is even more treacherous.

The old cigarette gun took a sip of dry tobacco and said lightly. "Offering flowers to the Buddha, is my Buddhist tradition, the descendants of the Buddhist family on the beach, every fifteenth day of the new year, there will be the flower clan, pay tribute to the ancestors, for thousands of years, has never fallen, this 'laugh' and 'dedication', this is the difference between one word, but the older generation of Pudong natives, often 'laugh' into ' Dedication', these two words read together and don't feel anything, but the meaning is completely different, this master in this dark cabin to lay this nine chrysanthemum array, must know that the Buddha family and the Mu family have grievances and involvement, it is laughing at our Buddhism, in vain as a sect, I want to use the mouth of the Buddha family to tell you, this matter is very dangerous. ”

As he spoke, he pointed out the prescription positions of the ghost chrysanthemum one by one, some grew on the wall panel, some were in the dark cracks, some were born in the body of the green spider, and some were hung between the silk webs, there were as many as seven flowers, each of which had a different color and quality, from south to north, in the form of a seven-star layout.

"Seven Stars and Moon?" The old smoker chuckled, and took a puff and a sip of dry smoke. "This crescent moon has a bit of a look."

Liuzi stared at the rotting corpse suspiciously, which was the crescent moon in his mouth, and asked. "What does the second uncle mean, is there really a nine-colored ghost chrysanthemum in this dark cabin?" If you heard it right, he did say Jiuju in his mouth, but in his eyes, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, only seven colors, where are the other two hidden? The dark cabin is not big, even if all the cobwebs are removed, it may not be found, he looked at the old smoking gun suspiciously, the old smoking gun did not speak, and the smoking gun in his hand knocked the flat head in the rudder crack a few times, and the foul-smelling white pus brain slurry with black blood flowed down in reply, and the fierce smell rushed straight to his nose, revealing the white ghost chrysanthemum soaked in foul-smelling pus and blood, and Liuzi forcibly endured his snort. "The eighth?"

"Twisting flowers and laughing Buddhas, immortals pointing the way, palm lotus hearts for Bodhi, isn't this iron lump a hand?" The old smoking gun understated and said. "Don't you think it smells weird?"

Huang Sanshou was in a trance just now, and he didn't smell it carefully, when he entered the cabin, he felt that it was the smell of rotting corpses, and he also suspected that it was the smell of green-veined spiders, and he couldn't grasp it in his heart.

He sniffed a few times, his eyebrows a little tight. "The smell does seem to be a little weird, like the smell of rotting fish, and like it..."

The old smoker grinned. "This is the scale oil incense, is the tomb owner put into the coffin before the burial, one is to prevent the body from being swallowed by the snake, the other is to prevent the tomb robbers from destroying, this incense is said to originate from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, it is obtained by mixing the scale powder with the corpse oil, all of the tomb of King Chuping, Wu Zixu attacked and destroyed the Chu State, in order to avenge the revenge of his father and brother, destroyed the tomb of the king, dug up the grave and sent the corpse, whipped the corpse three hundred, this incense was able to see the light of day, the legend is that this incense is strange and bizarre, the living people smell the madness like a demon, the blood poison is like a dow, the soldiers of the Wu State who destroyed the tomb that year, the tragic death of countless people."

Liuzi was moved when he heard this, frowning, and the old smoking gun continued. "These nine strange chrysanthemums are incense burners, the chrysanthemums are more than halfway open, and the scales are out of the holes, but whoever commits a few crimes with their lives, smells and eats this incense, the blood is highly poisonous, and the source of the corpse is the source of the corpse, and the scourge is endless, but the blame is that it is not found in this ninth plant."

Liuzi was startled, and scanned the ghost chrysanthemum in the cabin, each of the ghost chrysanthemums here is a half-bud, as if the ghost incense has been burned, and he can't help but tighten his throat. "So, didn't the brother who had an accident before smell the smell of this ghost chrysanthemum and committed a blood rush?"

The old smoker shook his head, reciting a mantra passed down from his ancestors. "Jiufang chrysanthemum, the ghost stays behind, the flower blooms halfway, the hole is out, the pig and dog howl, the tiger monkey mourns, the living stop, the yang guan is broken, the flower falls a petal, and the yellow spring has no way."

Huang San's hand shook his body, grabbed the guard on the side, pulled off a mask and put it on his head, Mu Zhengyang looked at him with a smile, and the old smoking gun said bluntly. "Beggar, don't you think it's too late to bring that thing here?"

Huang Sanshou's face turned white and he scolded angrily. "Mu Zhengyang, you are a muddy calf, you don't play cards according to the routine, do you know that there is something trickery in your heart?"

Mu Zhengyang smiled without saying a word, turned to the old smoking gun, and said in a positive voice. "Is this scaly oil fragrance really so weird?"

The old smoker didn't answer, squinting a few times at the corpse on the hanging board. "This man's death is too bizarre."

"Oh?" Mu Zhengyang became interested and looked at him seriously. "What does the senior mean is that he hung himself here after inhaling the incense of the scales?"

The old cigarette gun nodded thoughtfully, but still kept his mouth shut before he said something for a long time. "Detective, do you feel unwell?"

Mu Zhengyang chuckled. "Do you think something is wrong with me, or do you?"

The old smoker stared at him suspiciously, and he didn't smoke the dry cigarette to his mouth for a long time. "It seems that the master left a move and set up a virtual formation, and it was you who rushed to the detective."

Mu Zhengyang looked at him straightly. "What do you mean?"

"Twisted flower laughing Buddha, this Buddha has moved to the throne, who is laughing at this flower?"

The old cigarette gun said lightly, knocked on the carrion with the cigarette gun in his hand, and shook off a large number of green spiders, and said. "Who doesn't know the name of Inspector Mu on the beach? In the thirteen guards, the beggar drunkard old smoking gun, the inspector coachman Miao Huadan, the talented butcher Leng Aqiao, the black and white impermanence dragon, tiger and leopard, although the three hands on the face dominate the top of the list, the clear-eyed people are all innocent, these thirteen guards are your inspector Mu Zhengyang leading the way? ”

Huang Sanshou's face was faintly embarrassed when he heard this, and the old smoking gun glanced at it and said unceremoniously. "Beggar son, don't blame me for being outspoken, you should also abdicate and make way for Xian, occupy the pit and don't!"

And then he said. "The Mu family is a door, the gods walk the world, the longitude and latitude of the heavens and the earth, the nine dragons and the leylines, and the secret skills under the door: a leaf wears gold, which can be described as one of the best in the world, the so-called, 'South Xiaowu, North Lao Jiu, Dongdu Buddha sent ghosts to the west', the four feng shui families have their own secret skills, the old ghost of the West Gate, the ghost gate pass in the west, the hundred Yue in the south, for the West Palace Lafayette looking for the tomb of the king of Nanyue, as forty longevity, then opened the nine chrysanthemum fan flower array, how many fellow hands died in vain, when the coffin was sealed, it was the death rule set by your Mu family, the thirteen Wei ancestors agreed, this nine chrysanthemum fan flower array can not see the light of day, since this master sent the black iron box, and the iron pimple ghost boat came to the Pujiang River, why not go directly to the Pearl River? Presumably you know that there is your Mu family on the beach, this twisted flower laughing Buddha, although the laughing Buddha is the Buddha's family, but who is at the helm? He still knocked on the door of his head at the helm, and seemed to laugh and laugh. The Thirteen Guards have been helmed by your Mu family since ancient times, if you don't look for you, which one will you look for? ”

The back of the sixth son couldn't help but froze, staring at the rotting corpse and puzzled. "Could it be that this master can still calculate yin and yang, and the young master and I only went to Pudong from the north and south a month ago, how does it know?"

The old cigarette gun turned to Huang Sanshou and said with a smile. "Their beggar family knows yin and yang, knows the heavens, and it is not a trivial matter to calculate a mortal, otherwise why would the descendants of the Huang family be blind and take their lives here?"

Huang Sanshou's face gradually became difficult to see, solemn, he opened his mouth several times, wanted to speak and stopped, and the pain in his heart was unbearable, for a time there were two descendants of the Huang family who died, he said in his heart, long before he saw the black-veined iron box, he should have thought that if it weren't for the old smoking gun's clear words, he would have to be unable to carry the north and the south by himself.

In the text of the Huang family, the corpse locker with unique skills has infinite powers, because of the yin and yang, Xiaotianji, so he knows the blessings, not afraid of disasters and deaths, and the blessings and disasters are fearless, the Huangmen people are different from the Han people, they are open-minded in life and death, pay attention to being born in the sky, and die on the ground, the Huang family has always helped people lock the corpse and seal the coffin, but they themselves do not set up spirit cards, do not collect the coffin, do not enter the burial pit, many Huang family ancestors died in the barren mountains and wilderness, or in the deep cave of the ancient tomb, when they know that the limit is coming, they will take the black iron box into the barren mountain tomb, after finding a murderous tomb, Seal the coffin lock hole, itself will also be locked into the yin and yang life and death lock, the purpose is to avoid the nearby villagers from the misfortune, but also to prevent the gravediggers from breaking the yin door and disturbing the yang world, so the people in the yellow door are highly respected by the world, but the high place is not cold, because of the long touch of the yin ghost, all over the ghost road, so the people of the yellow door are fatal, not a good end, ordinary people and they sit and talk at the tea party are afraid of it, avoid it, the people of the yellow door rarely have a long life, often forty is the limit, he is forty-six this year, has a long life, This is also related to the fact that he washed his hands in his early years without asking about vulgarity, but Huangmen is a family that is happy to know the destiny of heaven, not afraid of the fatigue of the world, and not afraid of death, but he has been used to being sloppy and lazy from beggars over the years, without any appointments, without the kamika of the past, and the previous appearance of fear and fear, not only fell in front of the juniors, but the face of the Huang family was also dull.

He coughed lightly a few times, stared at Mu Zhengyang and said seriously. "This ancestor of the Huang family, I am afraid that he knew that his fate had arrived, so he locked the coffin, but I don't know who dug up the coffin again, and the master set up a way, the undead were extradited, and came to report the news."

Mu Zhengyang took off his mask and stared at the two of them in a deep voice. "What do you mean by that the ninth chrysanthemum is really not here?"

He had already begun to realize what was happening on this ghost ship, someone had dug up the entire coffin and loaded it onto the ship. This is really incredible, if it is to rob the tomb to get money, just open the coffin and take the gold and silver to accompany the burial, why take the whole body away, or even replace it with agarwood? If the body was taken away, why did you open the main coffin and hide the body?

Who would be at the mercy of this?

Mu Zhengyang felt that this must be related to the lost main coffin, but the main coffin has been lost, what is the relationship between the ninth chrysanthemum and the main coffin?

"If you're not there, you have to ask the master."

The old smoker shook his head in disbelief, his previous pleasant expression suddenly disappeared, and he turned to a loss, he looked sideways at Huang Sanshou, and Huang Sanshou said with a sad expression. "Detective, I'm sorry you to go down and turn the corpse into a corpse."

Mu Zhengyang nodded, waved his hand slightly, and several guards stepped forward to deal with it.

"Don't touch the corpse yet!"

Huang Sanshou shouted, frightened several guards and didn't dare to move forward, staring dryly.

Mu Zhengyang looked at him angrily, and said in his heart, you old beggar, touch, you also let it, don't touch, it's also what you called, and was about to scold, only to see Huang Sanshou exhale a few breaths, stepped forward, made a magic gesture at the carrion corpse, and then stepped on the rudder, just stepped on the broken brain, and made a few squeaky sounds, white pus and blood replied to drip down, extremely choking, Huang San's eyebrows tightened, and he secretly regretted it in his heart, and said in his heart, the ancestors are not strange, and his hands continued to pick up the rotten corpse.

A few people couldn't figure out what he was going to do, they looked at him in a daze, Huang San's body leaned forward, climbed up the carrion, and climbed up with the rope on the carrion, he didn't say a word, he was the first to walk in front, both hands brushed off the spider webs on the top of his head, his body twisted left and right a few times, and he got into it and disappeared in three or two times.

"So there's a secret door up there?"

Mu Zhengyang was slightly surprised, and Huang Sanshou's voice came faintly from above, "The immortals guide the way, the undead cross, and you have to get on this ferry if you don't get on it." ”

Mu Zhengyang glanced at it, and the sixth son understood, inserted the pistol into his waist pocket, and was about to take advantage of the situation to go up. There was a rolling sound from above, and Huang Sanshou fell down, and said miserably. "Above, and!"