After signing Luo Dahai's yin deed, I signed another Yin deed of Wang Xue according to the gourd painting.

It's strange to say, when Wang Xue signed the Yin Deed, she didn't make a sound at all, like a stuffy gourd, and pressed the handprint without saying a word.

If it hadn't been for the happy whistle, I'm afraid I'd have thought that something was wrong with the Yin Deed.

Why is Wang Xue so obedient, she always feels a little wrong

Luo Dahai belongs to the brainless type, so foolish, as long as he "does what he likes" and says to help him take revenge, this guy will definitely not sign a yin deed with me.

But Wang Xue is a little wrong, so obedient and signed?

Seriously, I'm a little unsure right now.

Having said that, the person in the industry who killed Luo Dahai is also capable enough.

Most of the ghosts who have become evil ghosts are not clear-headed, even so, he still wants to ask the location of the book from Luo Dahai's mouth, even if it is to be evil to me.

From this situation, I can deduce that this person is either a fool with no brains and no common sense, or he is a person with real skills.

Want to ask for news from the mouth of a demon who has never been through the first seven years?

At least I don't have the skills to do this, and if he does, maybe he's better than me.

Without thinking about it anymore, I put the yin deed in my pocket, went out with a cigarette in my mouth, took a taxi across the road, and went straight to the sour soup fish hot pot restaurant on Guiwu Road.

Zhou Yan called me before, saying that he was going to invite me to dinner today, and if this kind of good thing was late, then I would have no place to cry.

When I got to the hot pot restaurant, I saw that good things had happened, but I really wanted to cry.

"Brother Yi!" Zhou Yujia jumped over and looked at me with a wicked smile, thinking that she was going to say something, but Zhou Yujia just smiled vigorously and didn't speak, the look in his eyes was full of excitement, which made me depressed.

"What's wrong" I stammered, because I happened to see Zhou Yan winking at me, according to our tacit understanding over the years, this matter is definitely boring.

Zhou Yujia familiarly pulled the corner of my clothes and walked to the table to sit, pointing to the bench: "Sit." ”

"How can I feel like I have been tortured to extract a confession?" I smiled dryly, intending to take this to ease the atmosphere, but it was okay not to say this, as soon as I said it, Zhou Yan buried his head as soon as he heard my words.

Zhou Yujia pouted and smiled: "Brother Yi, you are a Taoist priest, right?" ”

"No, it's not." I naturally flipped through the menu and ordered, not at all frightened by Zhou Yu's expression of winning the ticket.

I can't see this?

Zhou Yan's grandson must have said something, causing Zhou Yujia to vaguely learn some details that she shouldn't know.

I guess that the words that leaked should be related to Xie Feng's death.

Lin Jia and Zhou Yujia are friends, and the relationship is not bad, when Xie Feng dies, Zhou Yujia must go to his funeral, but Xie Feng is his senior sister's boyfriend, isn't it?

And Zhou Yujia is not stupid, he went on a so-called expedition the first night, and Xie Feng died the next day, is this a little strange?

Coupled with Zhou Yujia's grinding efforts and the mouth that can stop chattering for two or three days, the final answer is already in front of me

I'll grass your uncle's Zhou Yan.

"My brother told me everything, what are you pretending to be?" Zhou Yujia said with a smile.

Hearing this, I subconsciously looked at Zhou Yan, and when I saw that he was silent and waved his hand, I had an epiphany.

Zhou Yujia is deceiving me, at this time, I can't leak my mouth.

"Uncle Zhang, why are you free to come over today?" I shifted the subject.

Zhang Liguo was sitting silently on the side smoking a cigarette, but when I asked him, he shook his head and signaled that outsiders here are not very easy to talk to.

"Xiao Yi, let's go out and talk." Zhang Liguo suddenly said something, and without waiting for me to reply, he stood up and walked out of the road first, standing outside the gate and waiting for me.

I ignored Zhou Yujia, who was muttering, said hello to Zhou Yan, stood up and walked out of the hot pot restaurant.

Seeing that I came out, Zhang Liguo nodded and took me into the police car parked on the side of the road.

"I'm in big trouble today." The expression on Zhang Liguo's face was ugly, as if he knew that he was terminally ill, he took a big sip of cigarettes and didn't speak.

When I saw his appearance, my heart jumped violently, and I didn't ask any questions, quietly waiting for him to speak.

"Luo Dahai's body is gone."

The corners of my eyebrows jumped a few times, and I was dumbfounded, and asked tentatively, "Did you just say that Luo Dahai's body is gone?" ”

Zhang Liguo took a puff of cigarette fiercely, slapped the steering wheel heavily and scolded: "Dog day! This rotten silk is too arrogant! When Lao Tzu catches him, he will destroy this dog with one shot! (Rotten silk, Guiyang dialect, with the same meaning as swearing)

"Isn't Luo Dahai's body in the morgue of the police station? Can it disappear into thin air? "I'm so puzzled that I let a corpse disappear out of thin air, let alone me, even the old man doesn't have the ability to do it.

"The two lads who watched the morgue were unconscious this afternoon and woke up an hour ago." Zhang Liguo gritted his teeth and said: "During the period when they were unconscious, the monitor screen went black, and it happened that there were not many people guarding the morgue during that time, yes, the corpse was gone." ”

I gasped, and my vigilance went up a few notches.

The grandson who gave me the threatening letter should be the grandson who competed with Luo Dahai for the letter, and the grandson who fought for the letter should be the grandson who robbed the corpse today.

That's not right, what about the grandson?

Although the secret of "resurrection from the dead" is written in this book, it is not written where this thing is, and whether the secret art of resurrection exists is a question, and it is more likely that it is made up, so does Sun Tzu really believe that there is such a thing?

I have never heard of the secret art of resurrection from the dead, nor have I recorded it in the pile of ancient books at home, and the old man has never heard of it.

For the sake of an ethereal thing, you can't get along with the police, isn't this looking for death?

Besides, at that time, he was competing with Luo Dahai, and he definitely thought about it after reading this book, and after reading the contents, is it useful to take a piece of waste paper?

"Do you know what he did with Luo Dahai's corpse?" Zhang Liguo asked me.

I thought for a while, and said in an uncertain tone: "There are two possibilities, the first is that he wants to use Luo Dahai's corpse to summon Luo Dahai's soul back. ”

"Can he be recruited back?" Zhang Liguo was a little nervous, in his opinion, no matter what, criminals must not be allowed to succeed, if you want to summon spirits, I just won't let you recruit them.

"Recruit a fart, I'll protect Luo Dahai." I shook my head, my body suddenly shivered, and an inexplicable chill suddenly welled up from my bones, and began to spread to all my limbs and bones.

I grinned bitterly: "It seems that I know what he wants to do with Luo Dahai's corpse." ”

"What do you want to do?" Zhang Liguo asked.

"Maybe he wants to kill me with Luo Dahai's corpse" I started to sweat on my head, this grandson is really crazy, he can really do this kind of thing like controlling the corpse

In my memory, the old man once told me that if you want to rank the evil spirits according to their strength, then the first place must be the corpse.

"There are all kinds of evil spirits and evil spirits in the world, and the leader must be a corpse, followed by evil ghosts, and the last is a beast." These are the old man's exact words.

Corpse is just a general word, as long as it is an evil thing transformed into a human corpse, those belong to the category of corpse.

For example, the walking corpse formed when the corpse is defrauded, the walking shadow formed by the soul that does not disperse, the stiffness that is not afraid of swords and guns, and the animal that is possessed by the beast (ni third sound), and the yin who is possessed by evil spirits.

All of the above things are part of the corpses, and each of them is even more tricky than Wang Xue, and if I really match them, I guess I'll be in trouble.

After all, it's impossible for these things to go against me, because they're all naturally formed evil creatures, and there is no human interference in the formation process.

One in Maoshan and one in Xiangxi.

These two tribes seem to be famous for driving out corpses and lowering corpses, and they recognize the second in their ability to surrender corpses, so absolutely no one dares to recognize the first.

In fact, the two veins of Maoshan and Xiangxi practiced more than the above two spells about corpses.

In fact, the complete thing is to descend the corpse, drive the corpse, control the corpse, and refine the corpse, these four skills are the housekeeping skills of Maoshan in Xiangxi, especially the ability to refine the corpse is the most important.

The five gates taught by the old man, the door of chasing corpses contains the above four skills.

I know the principle of refining corpses, and I also know how to refine the Dao, but I really haven't practiced it, because the old man said that this is an evil art, and it is easy to get rid of it if you play too much, and I don't know how to die when the time comes.

And in this world, where is the corpse for me to refine? Besides, what am I doing refining that thing? Isn't that looking for national harmony?

Refining corpses to deal with me?

He doesn't have so much time, it takes more than a month to refine a corpse, where does he have so much spare time, and he is so anxious to give me a threatening letter when I don't see him?

The biggest possibility is that he controlled the corpse to kill me, but I really can't guess which skill he used to control the corpse

As I smoked a cigarette and pondered, a formula popped up in my head.

The person who stole Luo Dahai's corpse = the person who snatched the book with Luo Dahai = the person who gave me a threatening letter = the person who was mad and took the corpse and wanted to get my grandson = this grandson is going to make a killing move.

This grandson is not simple, either he doesn't make a move, or he makes a killer move

I raised my hand and rubbed my temples, it was all my own guess.

Could it be that it was someone else who robbed the body? Or is it someone else who threatens me to believe it?

I can't say for sure, after all, I didn't see him, and when the time comes, everything will fall into place.

"I need to go back." I opened the car door, turned to Zhang Liguo and said, "Uncle Zhang, you continue to investigate this matter, first find out the person who is competing with Luo Dahai for the letter, and talk about the rest later, this matter is not in a hurry." ”

Zhang Liguo nodded: "Be careful, the dog has given you a threatening letter, maybe he will have to start with you." ”

"It's okay, I'll call you if there's a situation." I waved my hand, stood on the side of the road and stopped a taxi, and when I got in, I smoked a cigarette and thought about how to guard against my grandson.

The word "urgency and wisdom" has nothing to do with me, and I haven't come up with a countermeasure after thinking about it for a long time, so I can only move the enemy, observe the other party's path first, and then act at the opportunity.

It's a clumsy solution, but for now, it's the most useful one.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped outside the wreath shop.

After I got out of the car, I went straight into the side alley, intending to enter through the side door, after all, there is no store today, and if you want to enter through the gate, you have to open the roller shutter, which is very troublesome.

Entering the side door, I pulled the switch of the old-fashioned light and walked down the hallway into the hall.

"It's time for this broken lamp to be replaced." I pressed the fluorescent light switch in the hall several times in a row, but there was no response at all, as if it was an old problem with poor contact.

I turned around, and was about to go to the back room to get a chair to cushion and turn the lamp, when I heard a hoarse laugh behind me, and I immediately froze.

"The surname is Yi?"