When I woke up again, I was lying on a makeshift wire bed, and when I woke up, I saw a large row of majestic statues of gods and quaint rows with various names written on them.

Red candles were reflected around the shrine, the unburned pillars of incense in the copper furnace carried bursts of blue mist, and the strange utensils of mahogany and iron, combined with the not-so-bright light, immediately created an indescribable mysterious atmosphere.

The breeze was floating, and there was a muffled sound of chanting in the air.

What's the situation?

Turning his head following the voice, there was a man sitting silently outside the suite. The man was a little thin, not tall, and wore a mask with a large flower face.

He was wearing a blue gown, and the rolled up cuffs gave him a bit of grandmaster style, and the moment his eyes touched, he put down his work and turned his head to look at me. The pair of yellow, orange and orange eyes were very special, and they reminded me of the old cat with the flower skin who was killed by my palm.

He stared at me, didn't speak or see his face clearly, and when he saw that I didn't look unusual, he stood up and walked out "expressionlessly".

After a while, I heard laughter from the back room.

"You're awake."

While talking, a fat man with a rice bowl and chewing fritters walked out wearing a broken vest with a lot of soil. He was wearing two slippers, his mouth was full of oil, a small flat head, a big round face, a sparse beard and stubble, a fat straw bale belly plus a slender and slender little eyes that he couldn't open no matter how he opened them.

This person is dressed like an uncle who sells pork on the street, and his seemingly uninhibited demeanor has a little bit of the unique free and easy feeling of a master in the world.

Ouch, isn't this the fat Taoist, why did he see him here, my hanging heart is half down, thinking about the way I dealt with the cat-headed female corpse with him that day, I still have a little emotion.

"You've been tricked, but you're fine now." Pointing to my arm, the fat Taoist priest said with a smile.

"Thank you." When I lifted my arms to see that the blackened wounds on both arms had been bandaged, I smiled kindly and jumped out of bed with my legs up.

I put my clothes aside, copied them and put them on myself, and then picked up the backpack on the stool, and flipped through them carefully, and the phone was still there, the camera was still there, and the little things I brought with me were all here.

The fat Taoist priest saw me tidying up my things, and he didn't say much with a smile until I recounted all my things before he spoke: "Boy, what do you do?" ”

"Well, I used to be a student, and now I'm a journalist." Seeing that he was not hostile, I raised the camera in my hand and quickly replied.

"Learned kung fu?" Nodding, he asked again.

"I learned it when I was a child, so I can learn a little bit about it," I said, humbling it for a rare time, but in fact, I was telling the truth. My family's ancestors, is a dart game, so many years down is indeed some family heirloom things in it, for me when I was a child, the second or fifth more kung fu is more commonplace, practice to today no matter how bad the qualifications should also be a little experienced.

However, grandpa they don't want me to talk about this matter, it is said that they are afraid that the enemy will come to the door, of course, I always feel that in fact, they want to tell me to be a low-key person, and the old people always painstakingly show us the way, but, at that time, I really ignored their hardships, thinking that back then, I was also a famous child king, and now that I am older, I also understand why grandpa they are so low-key.

The man understood what I meant, gave me a meaningful look and didn't go any further, which made me happy, because it is not always a difficult thing to talk to smart people.

I sat on the bed and chatted with him for a while, and after a long conversation, I had a general understanding of him, and it could be seen from the conversation that the relationship between this fat man and the old editor was good, and I was able to lie here or thanks to his old man's blessing.

In fact, my relationship with the editor is not very good, but there is such a person in the middle of the relationship has also invisibly narrowed a little closer. As he spoke, he naturally wanted to draw the topic to the identities of the two people, and after asking each other, he knew that the fat man's name was "Jin Jiuling".

The name Jin Jiuling should be well-known in the local area, and when I was in school, I heard a teacher who taught psychology mention him but never had the opportunity to meet.

For a Taoist priest like him, most of the world's evaluations are mixed, and believers treat him as an immortal, and those who don't believe in him sneer. Respected people call him Jin Jiuye, and disgusting people call him Jin San Fat. I don't need to explain the reason, if I hadn't experienced what happened before, I wouldn't believe that he was really a great man who made a living by catching ghosts and subduing demons. After a few simple greetings, the atmosphere was much more relaxed, and people are like this, and maintaining a little respect for each other can resolve many contradictions.

"By the way, what kind of place is this?" Slightly relieved, I quickly asked him in a state of confusion.

"My family." The fat man said, still not putting down the fritters in his hand.

"So, how long did I sleep?" Straight Hook stared at him and quickly asked.

"One day and one night." Hearing me ask, Jin Jiuye said with a smile.

"What about the corpses?" When I heard this, I was depressed.

"It's burning." The Ninth Master said, shrugging helplessly.

I'm sorry, as soon as I heard this, I was depressed, and hurriedly turned on the camera to look at it, as expected, there was really nothing in this album, this time I couldn't hide, according to the harsh style of the old editor, this month's salary was going to be deducted again Thinking of this, I was so depressed that I was going to die, Jin Jiuye smiled when he saw my stomach bitter, I firmly believe that his smile had a little schadenfreude.

"Are you worried that you won't be able to do it?" Looking at me, he said.

"How do you know?" Tears in my eyes, I said.

"So, old friend for so many years, I don't know what that guy looks like? Your name is Lu Li, an intern reporter at Chengnan Newspaper, Lao Biao asked you to investigate the female corpse case in Zhangjia Village, but I didn't expect to suddenly encounter such a thing, I'm right," he said, and put on a smug look, seeing that I was stunned and a little overwhelmed, he took out a stack of photos and handed them to me, "You take a look at this first, I have something to discuss with you." ”

"Oh." I said yes, and I took the photos, and the things in the photos were all kinds of strange and strange. Most of them are corpses, some are monsters, and some mysterious objects are not very clear. However, there is something extraordinary about each photo, and any random posting will attract a large number of eyeballs.

I took a closer look at some of the details, and after making sure that this thing wasn't PS, I was completely attracted to what was inside.