I don't know when the wind blowing from the front was mixed with a strange fishy smell.

Because I washed my nasal cavity with Chinese medicine in my early years, and I often had to distinguish the fragrance and the ancients, my sense of smell was always more sensitive than ordinary people.

It wasn't until it became thicker and thicker that others noticed the problem.

The man's pace slowed, he had been staring intently ahead, and now he had begun to look around, as if he was looking for something.

Wu Lin's senses were also sharper than ordinary people, and he seemed to be particularly disgusted by the smell, and he had been frowning since five minutes ago.

Gradually, the smell of the wind became more and more unbearable, and I put up my collar to shield it.

It smelled like the stench of a rotting corpse, with the smell of rust in it, and if I had to describe it, it was like rotting meat and fresh human blood mixed together, and the two flavors fermented together, destroying my fragile nasal passages and taste buds.

And now it is basically certain that this smell does not emanate from the ice lumps on the ground.

Kankandao suddenly stopped, and Wu Lin and I stabbed our feet and steadied ourselves beside Kankandao.

The ground was very slippery, Li Huaishan couldn't stop his feet immediately, and hit his head on Qingyazi, Qingyazi's skills were not particularly good, he couldn't eat on the spot, his body moved forward, and he lay on the ice mound with a pop.

"What's the matter with you?" Qing Yazi pressed the ice lump with one hand, turned over, and complained.

Li Huaishan was nauseous at this moment, squatted on the ground and waved his hand, without saying a word.

Kan Kandao's attention seemed to be attracted by a house in the distance, so he stood in place, staring at the bungalow in distraction, and when Qingyazi fell, he didn't turn his eyes.

I stepped forward and took a hand, helped Li Huaishan and Qingyazi up, and listened to Qingyazi say: "These extravagant ratios are still alive." ”

As he spoke, he also pointed to the ice lump at his feet.

I glanced at the lump, then at Qingyazi, and Qingyazi added: "The breath on its body shows no signs of dissipating." ”

"Breath? What do they breathe about? ”

Here I was asking Qingyazi a question, and the Kankan Taoist took another step and walked towards the bungalow on the side of the road.

Qing Yazi didn't have the heart to answer, so he stepped on the slide and followed like a gust of wind.

The house that the Kankan Taoist has been staring at is the source of the fishy smell.

When he came to the door, he could clearly feel that the smell was suddenly a little stronger, Li Huaishan couldn't help it, and retched a few times in a row, but in the end he forcibly held it back, Wu Lin was also bored, this smell was too strong for the two of them.

When I followed Kankan Daoist into the door, I vaguely saw a shadow floating back and forth in the shadow of the house, and it wasn't until Li Huaishan turned on the flashlight that I realized that there was a person hanging on the beam of the house.

Just by glancing at him, Li Huaishan couldn't hold back any longer, turned around and rushed out of the house, followed by a burst of vomiting.

Later, Wu Lin took out a flashlight and illuminated the corpse in the room.

It was a man with a long beard and hair, and his hair was knotted and tied to the beams, and his beard was covered with frozen blood clots.

His entire face had been covered with sores and blood had stained his hair and beard red, making it impossible to tell how old he was.

Not only his face, but also his limbs and body were covered with a large number of deep and shallow pus, and from a distance, it looked like a hornet's nest in the shape of a human.

The chill in the air had frozen the pus, so much so that when the light shone through, a thin layer of oil reflected near all the pus.

It's like someone has smeared a layer of oil and wax on a honeycomb.

Kankan Daoist stared at the corpse hanging in mid-air, stunned for a while, Qingyazi stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, he seemed to be out of strength, his legs were weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Thanks to Wu Lin's quick eyes, he stepped up with an arrow and stabilized the Kankan Daoist.

I took a closer look at the body and asked Wu Lin, "How did he die?" ”

Wu Lin shook his head: "It's hard to say." ”

It seems to me that this man must have been poisoned by a strong poison and then hung on the beams of the house.

With this in mind, I walked past Kankandao and Qingyazi, stretched out my left hand, and pressed my fingertips against the corpse.

The surface of his body has been frozen, but there is still a trace of residual warmth in his body, apparently he has just died, in addition to the sores on the surface of his body, the bones on his body have also become soft, I just pressed lightly, and I heard the sound of broken ribs.

As I estimated, he did have a poison on his body, and it was so poisonous that it far surpassed the snake venom of a rattlesnake, but compared to the iron corpse venom, there was still a great deal of awareness.

The toxicity followed the skin on my left hand and into the meridians, where it was quickly dissolved.

I withdrew my fingers, took a tissue from my backpack, wiped the poisonous blood off my fingertips, turned back to Wu Lin and said, "It seems that the people from Buzhou Mountain came first." ”

Wu Lin glanced at the corpse and said expressionlessly: "If I had come a little later, I might not have died so miserably." ”

"He's not a person who doesn't care about the mountains," Kan Kandao, who had been silent since just now, suddenly spoke: "He's the psychic medium you're looking for." ”

When he said this, my heart suddenly groaned.

This corpse turned out to be a psychic?

I came to Guangdong this time to find him, but I didn't expect to spend so much effort to find such a stinky corpse.

Faced with such a result, I couldn't help but be a little disheartened, and subconsciously glanced at Wu Lin, who still had a frosty look on his face, and couldn't see what he was thinking.

He noticed my gaze and turned his face to me and said, "The cause of the medium's death is very important, and the cause of his death may have something to do with what we are looking for." ”

After that, Wu Lin turned his gaze to Kan Kandaoren: "Do you know how he died?" ”

The current Kankandao man looked unusually tired, and Qingyazi wanted to come over to help him, but he waved his hand and pushed Qingyazi away.

It took a moment for Kan Kandao to calm himself down, and then he said to me: "The one who killed Lao Cha will not be a person from Zhou Shan. I know Lao Cha, and I also know this yin and yang path, if he is unwilling to appear, it is impossible for the living to find him, let alone kill him on this yin and yang road. ”

Qingyazi said before that the spirit medium who lives in seclusion on Zhiwan South Road is surnamed Cha.

Qing Yazi took out a boxy wooden box from his pocket, and asked Kankan Daoren: "But didn't you say that Lao Cha has always been on the side of the headquarters, how did he get here?" ”

Kankan Daoist shook his head helplessly: "On this Yin and Yang Dao, my Qiankun eyes are also like losing my soul, and I can't see through many things." ”

With that, the man threw one last glance at the corpse of the medium, and then turned and left the room.

Li Huaishan had just experienced the overturning of the river and the sea, and was sitting on the side of the road gasping for breath, when he saw a few of us coming out, he supported his knees with both hands, and stood up with some difficulty, his face was very pale at that time, and he looked quite in poor condition.

Qing Yazi opened the wooden box that he had taken out in advance, took out a small dark green pill from it, and handed it to Li Huaishan: "Swallow it in one bite, don't chew it." ”

Li Huaishan stretched out his hand to take it, and Qingyazi distributed the remaining pills to the other people present, there were a total of five pills in the box, just enough to divide, I feel that this box of medicine was prepared by Qingyazi in advance according to the head.

But before I met him in Luofu Mountain, he probably didn't know how many people I had brought here.

When I contacted Hu Nanqian, I just said that Li Huaishan and I were together, but I didn't say a word about Wu Lin.

It wasn't until everyone had swallowed the medicine that Qing Yazi said to us: "This is the rest pill left by my master, there are only five left, this thing has the effect of stabilizing the three souls, and it also has the effect of detoxification." ”

While he was still talking, I felt that the chill on my body was rapidly subsiding, and when he finished speaking, his whole body suddenly eased.

It is estimated that the effect of this elixir should not last too long, otherwise, Qing Yazi would have taken him out three days ago.

At this time, Kankan Daoist still looked very preoccupied, and since just now, he has been holding his head high and looking towards the limelight, and he doesn't know what he is looking at.

Deqing Yazi said: "Hurry up and end the matter." The Kankan Taoist immediately spread his steps and quickly rushed towards the direction of the tuyere.

He looked more impatient than before, but he suppressed himself, as if he didn't want us to notice that he was not at peace in his heart, but the more he did this, the more worried I became.

And now Li Huaishan's appearance has also aggravated the uneasiness in my heart out of thin air.

Ever since he had taken Qingyazi's elixir, his face had a sickly flush, and now he was running after me with a loose step, and from time to time he reached into the gap between his back and his backpack, and scratched his back twice through his clothes.

Last year, he was parasitized by Shezihua, and when Yao Xuanzong operated on him, the location of the knife was on his back, although the wound healed quickly, but on Li Huaishan's back, it left a dark scar shaped like a spider.

Looking at him now, it's because the temperature is too low, and the scar on his back is showing signs of cracking again.

And what worries me the most is that if the wound cracks and the karmic wind blows into it again, the suppressed Shezi Huahuadan will also have a chance of attacking.

After all, karma and Shezihua are both products of Yin Cao, and no one can say what kind of chemical reaction will occur when the two meet.

"Wind!"

I was still worried about Li Huaishan, and there was a shouting voice in front of me.

The words seemed to be shouted with a smile, and there was unsettling excitement in the tone.

(End of chapter)