Xie Feng's bedroom is located at the end of the third floor of the villa, sitting south and facing north, and the location of the room is very good.

Of course, even if the room is in a good location, he doesn't have to enjoy it, right?

Maybe it's because the first seven years of the soul have not passed, and the yin qi is not heavy, I didn't feel the yin qi downstairs, but as soon as I came up, I felt a cold feeling.

Under Xie Tianhe's arrangement, all the servants in the villa were called out, and in a few minutes, there were only four of us left in the whole building.

went up to the third floor, the coldness in the corridor made the four of us shiver involuntarily, and glanced at each other, Zhang Liguo waved his hand and motioned for me to lead the team, he was probably cowardly.

I shook my head, walked in front of everyone first, and cautiously walked towards Xie Feng's room.

This grandson was killed by the ghost, I estimate that his grievances must be not small, he was killed for no reason, if there is no grievance, it is bragging.

We didn't see any danger along the way, not even a single emergency, which is exactly what I wanted to see.

If the ghost who killed Xie Feng was still here, Xie Tianhe would have to drag us down 100%, maybe he would follow in Xie Feng's footsteps and reunite with Xie Feng's parents and children in the underworld.

Before, I didn't want Xie Tianhe to follow, but he was afraid that I was a charlatan, and I had to follow anyone who wanted to die or live, so I could only follow him.

Anyway, it wasn't me who was scared for a while, he wanted to find excitement himself, so don't blame me.

Walking to Xie Feng's bedroom, I frowned and took out the dagger pinned to my waist.

Last time I was able to collect Luo Dahai, the first hero is this dagger, if you don't have it, then it is tantamount to a fantasy to use a charm to collect Luo Dahai.

In the old man's inheritance, this dagger, like the Xishen Gong, is an heirloom of the Yi family, named the worm (fu second sound) dagger.

The ancients called the copper coin a green worm, and this dagger was made of copper coins.

The green worm is a copper coin, and the copper coin gathers the sun, while the dagger belongs to the murder weapon, and the main gathers evil.

"Evil is afraid of yang, like people are afraid of evil, if ghosts are not afraid, yang is broken, and they are left to die, and they will never be able to live forever."

The meaning of this sentence in "Xiangmi" is very simple.

Evil spirits and evil spirits fear the sun, just as people fear evil spirits and evil spirits.

If the ghost is not afraid, then use the yang to break the death of the ghost. (Any one of the ten levels is a dead level)

Once the death pass is broken by the yang evil, then the ghosts who have broken the death pass will never be able to be reborn, which shows how much yang evil has a role in evil spirits.

Speaking of which, I am also curious, this dagger of the Song Dynasty is only one foot long, but it is said that there are a total of one hundred and eight copper coins used to refine this dagger.

It stands to reason that these more than 100 copper coins are piled up together, and it shouldn't be so short to refine a dagger, right? Could it be that the ancients also thought that concentration is the essence?

What I don't understand the most is that this dagger will not rust because of the hair.

This dagger is a thing of the Song Dynasty, but it doesn't even have a bit of patina, it looks as golden as new, if you tell others that this is an antiquity, will anyone believe it?

"Be careful." Zhou Yan reminded me, I nodded, and pushed the door open.

When I entered, my body shuddered and I gasped.

Maybe outsiders can't feel the weirdness in Xie Feng's bedroom, it's a weirdness that makes people's scalps tingle when they see it.

The bedroom has been cleaned up, Xie Feng's body is still lying on the bed, it seems that there are no traces of movement, I guess this should be Zhou Yan's credit, if you want to solve the case, you must first not destroy the scene.

I told them to stand outside the door and not come in, just watch honestly, if they come in, I won't be able to summon spirits.

The soul that has not survived the first seven days is very fragile and afraid of yang energy, and the reason why the soul of the deceased does not go to the mourning hall during the day but wanders in the place of death is precisely this reason.

Zhang Liguo is on an errand, Zhou Yan and Xie Tianhe are also big men, if these three "Yang Qi Emission Reactors" come in, it would be surprising if I could attract Xie Feng's soul.

Walking to the bed, I frowned and looked at Xie Feng's corpse.

Xie Feng didn't have any external injuries, his eyes were wide open, and the expression on his face was just a matter of natural fear.

His right hand clutched a marker tightly, while his left hand clutched his heart, his muscles tense and his muscles were terrifying.

I turned my head to look at the layout of the entire bedroom, and I secretly gasped in my heart.

On the walls, on the floor, on the wardrobes, all the same two words are written.

Wang Xue.

Some of the characters are black, and some of the characters are red, I guess this phenomenon is because Xie Feng's pen ran out of ink, so he had to change the pen to write.

In just one night, the whole room was filled with him, and the amount of work was truly awe-inspiring.

I don't know what the Dao is for, when I saw Xie Feng's corpse, I had a feeling of regret in my heart, but in my opinion, I shouldn't have this feeling, after all, I hate this grandson.

Whether it's soft-hearted, or unbearable, I can't tell.

I lit a cigarette and smoked it, moved the tables and chairs in the room to Xie Feng's corpse, put my backpack aside, and took out a bunch of guys from it.

Lit a stick of incense and put it in the glass, and took out the ghost cloth that must be used today, and spread it on the table in an orderly manner.

After doing this, I sat down on the main seat with the dagger, looked left and right, and slapped the table with my hand heavily, slowly patting it in a special rhythm, and muttering words in my mouth.

"The sky is firm, the earth is firm, and the bitter lord is dead and resentful."

"The first seven years have not passed, and the family is full of tears, hoping that you will return home to see the old people, and complain with your relatives."

"Mr. Fourth, please thank Feng Soul and not be a lonely soul wanderer."

"Please sit here."

"Second, please invite the soul to this hall."

"Three times, please go back to the old place."

"Four, please Xie Feng, three souls, seven spirits, come quickly~~~"

I muttered over and over again, and the sound of slapping the table grew louder and louder, until it was finally deafening.

As the incantation was recited, the atmosphere in the bedroom changed indeniably.

Guiyang in July is still quite hot, the temperature is also hovering around 278 degrees, we were also hot and sweaty in the car before, but now there is a cold and biting feeling.

Zhou Yan and the others stood outside the door trembling, obviously realizing that the atmosphere in this place was a little wrong, while Xie Tianhe was unusual, he didn't show any fear at all, but lowered his head and wiped his tears.

"Knock !!"

Just as I was about to get impatient, a deafening loud bang suddenly resounded in the room, and even echoed in the bedroom.

When the loud noise fell, the ghost cloth covering the table also changed.

In the direction I was facing, a black palm print appeared on the ghost cloth, which was so clear that you could even see the palm print on it.

Xie Feng is here!

Zhou Yan and the others were frightened by the loud noise, even me was no exception, after all, they were scared enough to come so coldly.

Xie Tianhe was afraid, but there was also inexplicable joy in his eyes.

Seeing this phenomenon similar to a special function, Xie Tianhe can be said to be full of confidence in me, and in his opinion, asking the cause of his son's death must be a sure thing.

I opened my mouth and made a sound similar to coughing phlegm, but it was a little different, like I wasn't waking up and humming.

Now what I mean by "words" is the text of the saki.

There are twenty-three syllables in this sentence, most of which resemble phlegm, and the rest resemble humming.

The meaning of the words is: "Are you Xie Feng?" Can you speak now? ”

Maybe the difficulty of telling is also a reason why it is close to being lost, this thing is more like ventriloquism, and I also learned this thing for ten years.

At the same time as my voice fell, the palm print that appeared on the ghost cloth suddenly faded, and there was a loud bang, and the palm print was one step closer to me, and it still appeared on the ghost cloth.

Then, a sound of coughing phlegm sounded in the room, and the location of the sound was the place where the palm print was.

As I said earlier, living souls and ordinary yin spirits cannot communicate face-to-face with people, and even if I want to communicate with living souls, I must borrow the ghost cloth made by the old man.

This ghost cloth was made by the old man when he was young, and the cloth was three feet long and three feet wide.

There are more than 3,000 sirling characters on the cloth, all of which are sorted by special rules to achieve the effect of a charm, but this is an alternative kind of charm, written in white ink in the saki script, with black cloth as the base.

The effect is naturally to allow the living soul and the yin soul to "talk".

(The next conversation between me and Xie Feng will be written in a normal way so that readers can easily understand it.) ）

Xie Feng: "I'm so wronged, I don't want to die"

Me: "How the hell did you die?" ”

Xie Feng: "I'm so wronged, I don't want to die"

No matter how I asked, Xie Feng repeated this sentence, which gave me a headache.

At the end of the day, I could only use the word Wang Xue to stimulate him.

Me: "Did Wang Xue kill you?" ”

When the words fell, Xie Feng was silent for a long time, sitting opposite him, I could intuitively feel the inexplicable fear.

He was afraid of Wang Xue, this fear could not be written down, maybe it could only be felt at the scene, such as me, sitting opposite him and not seeing him, but I could still feel his fear.

Xie Feng: "It's terrible, charred corpses, she's right next to us, she's right next to all of us"

Me: "Everyone? Lin Jia, do they have it by their side? ”

Xie Feng: "Everyone will die"

Me: "How did she kill you?" ”

Xie Feng: "There are a lot of charred corpses, and Wang Xue has a lot"

It is estimated that Xie Feng was so frightened that he was even afraid of being a ghost, I'm afraid he was already delirious, right?

Even ghosts have neuropathy, which is really interesting.

I shook my head, and suddenly, I thought about a crucial point.

Me: "What did you do at the mansion last night?" What do you see? ”

Xie Feng: "I didn't see anything, it was all empty, there was no Wang Xue in the house, but I couldn't escape if I was at home."

Me: "What do you mean?" Have Wang Xue at home? ”

Xie Feng: "She's still in her"

Suddenly, as soon as Xie Feng's voice was broken, the palm print on the ghost cloth disappeared violently, and Xie Feng's voice disappeared with it

Without waiting for everyone to react, I lifted the ghost cloth, and the tribute incense on the table was grabbed by me into my hand, holding the tribute incense with my hands folded, with vigilance in my eyes, and kept scanning the surroundings of the bedroom.

"Wang Xue is still here"