Daoist Yunmeng quietly blended in with the crowd and climbed to the seventh floor of the Xuanwu Tower. When the sun had just set and the crowd was gradually leaving Xuanwu Park, the opportunity to make a move came.

At that time, it was also the time to pray for the blessing of the gods as recorded on the corpse form. Wuxin Daoist lit incense, and when he was praying sincerely, he saw that there were no tourists on the seventh floor of the tower, and Yunmeng Daoist deliberately made some strange noises.

The Wuxin Daoist was startled by the strange sound, and when he hurriedly looked back, the Yunmeng Daoist may have used makeup and props to disguise himself as a terrifying corpse.

Wuxin Dao Chang, who had been entangled in a trance by the 'nightmare', had been worried that his master had turned into a ghost and came to him to ask for his life, and at this moment, he was unprepared when he suddenly saw his master's hideous ghost, and he was immediately frightened and desperately wanted to escape from this terrible pagoda.

It's just that the railing on the seventh floor is very short, and the head of the heartless road is not clear, and he fell off the tower as soon as he stumbled. All of this was carefully calculated by Daoist Yunmeng, and at this point, a perfect murder case came to an end.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel excited, and the car soon came to the garage where I was parked. But the strange thing is that when I pretended to be unwilling to be ripped off to enter the store, I didn't see the so-called boss and worker at all.

The rest of the garage looked at me with strange eyes, as if I was a patient who had escaped from a mental hospital. In full view of everyone, I was so blushing that I fled from the garage in embarrassment.

The car finally arrived at Zhushan Temple, but the seal on the gate made me feel cold. Something happened to Wuxin Daochang, and his Zhushan Temple was immediately sealed so that the public security could search the Zhushan Temple to investigate the real cause of his death.

Could it be that Daoist Yunmeng has been taken away by the public security? If he was in the Zhushan Temple, it would never be possible to seal the Taoist Temple! With this doubt, I quickly contacted Xiao Liuzi.

But I was even more disappointed that the police didn't find anyone else in Zhushan Guan. Where is Yunmeng Dao? Did he complete his murder plan, and he was afraid that I would realize it afterwards, so he ran away in advance?

I can't tell the police what I have in mind! After a fierce battle of ideas, I finally made this decision. If I do this on impulse, if I don't find any trace of Daoist Yunmeng, then I can also suspect me as the motive and method of Daoist Yunmeng's murder.

This matter can only be put aside for a while, and my next goal is to quickly rush back to the county seat and go to the happy community to find a person named Fang Wei. This Fang Wei is the Tianji Star on the coffin of the Seven Evils of Yin and Yang.

Just as I was making this decision, my phone rang suddenly. The phone was connected, but I was surprised by the other end of the line.

It was a middle-aged man who called me, and his accent should have been our local. He told me that his name was Shi Ming and that he was Shi Mengya's father.

I thought it was very strange in my heart, Shi Mengya only spoke Mandarin to me, why did her father speak with me in our dialect?

Maybe it was my brief silence that made Shi Ming guess my thoughts. He told me heartily that he was indeed from our place, but later went to another city, where he made a home and gave birth to Shi Mengya.

This explanation sounds reasonable. When I first met Shi Mengya, she told me that it was because she had heard that there were many supernatural things in our place, so she came here to collect the wind. Maybe these things were told to her by her father Shi Ming.

As for the fact that he was able to call me, it is not surprising, because Shi Mengya once called my mobile phone. In her diary, she probably recorded an encounter with me, which is why her father found me.

Knowing Shi Mengya's whereabouts, my frustrated mood immediately improved, and I couldn't wait to fly to Shi Mengya's side in one step. However, as soon as I started the car, an ominous thought came to me again.

Why is Shi Ming looking for me? If Shi Mengya wants to contact me, it makes sense, but her father is looking for me, which is a bit puzzling.

My heart jerked: It's not good, could it be that Shi Mengya really had an accident? Her father was worried about his daughter, so he wanted to find the answer to his daughter's accident from Shi Mengya's notes, and then he contacted me.

I didn't have a good rest all the way, and after a long drive, I was exhausted and came to the door of Shi's house with an anxious expression. To my surprise, Shi Mengya, who was almost penniless in my hometown, turned out to be such a luxurious mountain villa.

After I rang the doorbell, a beautiful girl dressed in a fashionable way opened the door. She looked at me suspiciously, and after I reported my name, the girl immediately said enthusiastically: "It turned out to be Mr. Ling, please come in, my boss has been waiting for you in the living room for a long time." ”

Hearing her call Shi Ming the boss, she must be the maid or nanny in this small villa, which makes me no longer doubt that Shi Mengya is actually a rich second generation.

In the spacious living room, a middle-aged man who was neatly dressed and looked dignified but looked depressed sat on the leather sofa, nodded at me and asked, "You are Ling Sen?" ”

I was shocked by the grandeur of his family and the bearing of the middle-aged man, and said a little restrainedly: "Well, I am Ling Sen." Uncle, you are Miss Shi's father, right? ”

He didn't answer me, but said lightly to the little nanny who led me to Xiaolou just now: "Xiaomei, you take Mr. Ling to see Miss first!" ”

Xiaomei said 'um', made a gesture to me, and led me up to the third floor. When I came to the door of a room, I was surprised to find that there were a few yellow runes pasted on the door.

I couldn't help but be secretly frightened: Could it be that the Yin and Yang Seven Evil Coffins mentioned by Daoist Yunmeng were not made up blindly? If it weren't for Shi Mengya's image of being evil, and the hospital was helpless, how could her family put a talisman paper on the door of her room?

I asked nervously, "Xiaomei, Mengya lives in this room?" ”

Xiaomei's face was no longer as smiling as it used to be, and she was also nervous, pressing her index finger to her lips and gently 'shhhing' at me.

The door opened slightly, and I saw a large round bed in the center of the room. What surprised me was not the elegance of the bed, but the weird placement of the bed.

On the round bed, a young girl was wearing a white dress and was lying quietly on the bed. Around the bed, there were actually four oil lamps.

I was horrified, for fear that I was still one step too late, Shi Mengya was already dead, and I couldn't see her for the last time.

Mei gestured to me not to make a sound, and carefully led me to the edge of the round bed.

This book was first published in Reading Books