The black wolf smiled at Wu Shuntong, nodded, and said, "It's almost time now, right?" ”

Originally, the morgue was a place to gather yin qi, but at this time, it was half past twelve in the middle of the night, and this stage was the heaviest moment of yin qi.

"No, wait a minute." Wu Shuntong said.

For the next minute, the four of them did not speak, and the morgue was as if it was suffocating, and it was quiet to scream.

It's a strange psychology, the quieter you are, the more you want to scream.

"Let's get started." After this long minute, except for Wu Shuntong, the other three people all felt that a big stone had fallen in their hearts, and they were so relaxed.

"Just this minute, it was to get you used to the huge pressure that this yin qi has on people, and now that you have integrated into the surrounding environment, don't you feel much better?" Wu Shuntong said as he took out a leather case he had brought.

The three of them nodded one after another, and their hearts were indeed as Wu Shuntong said, without the feeling of suffocating at the moment just now.

This Wu Shun generalist has made Bai Ling admire it to the point that it is not good, although it is only a simple pause for a minute, but with her level of knowledge, she immediately realized that this simple minute has played a great role.

Sometimes rhythm is a difficult thing to grasp, such as in basketball, if the attacking side is not always eager to attack, but rhythmically leads the offense, it will be easy to disrupt the opponent's formation, so that the opponent is brought into their own rhythm, so as to control the dominance.

And grasping the rhythm through small movements is the difference between connoisseurs and ordinary people.

"What do we need to do?" The black wolf obviously also realized Wu Shuntong's inscrutableness, and lowered his posture and tone of voice.

"I'll summon Lao Chen's soul, if you want to know anything, just ask." Wu Shuntong took out some of the props needed for the spirit conjuring from the suitcase.

"It's as simple as that." Xie Xiaolou added on the side, how much ability Uncle Wu has for him, although he has not seen it with his own eyes, but he has heard his father talk about the glorious deeds of the two, and he is still very confident in this.

The black wolf and lark glanced at each other and nodded.

I saw Wu Shuntong take out a strange square wooden mask, on which a fierce face was drawn up in red, white and green, Wu Shuntong put the mask on, and picked up a black flag, the head of the flag was a small goat skull, and the black flag was written with white paint with a distinct word "move".

"Are there any relics of Lao Chen before his death?" Wu Shuntong suddenly asked.

The black wolf looked at Bai Ling, saw that the other party was also looking at him with a confused face, and said, "Lao Chen has been cremated by Xiaolou, and there is nothing left." ”

Wu Shuntong stopped what he was doing, thought about it, and said, "What about the photo, the photo is fine." ”

"Yes!" Bai Ling hurriedly agreed, and the corpses in the police station would usually be photographed as a record of the information. Bai Ling took out Lao Chen's profile photo from the small information bag he carried with him and handed it to Wu Shuntong.

Wu Shuntong took the photo, took out a white thread from the box, tied the photo a few times, and then wrapped the remaining white thread around his feet a few times, surrounded himself, and stood in the center of the circle.

"The Yin Qi of the tragic death is too heavy, and it will inevitably hurt the Yang Qi in the body, you stand far away." The three of them obeyed Wu Shuntong's orders and silently took a few steps back.

Wu Shuntong lit a white candle in the four directions of the coil, southeast, northwest and northwest, and then wore a mask on his head, holding a black spirit flag in his hand, and began to dance and sing:

"The gate of heaven is closed, the gate of the earth is opened, the golden pagoda and treasure mountain send the golden hairpin, the white underworld line, the soul lamp, and the soul of Erruer is not called a ......" (Tujia language)

This is a unique ritual of Xiangxi sorcerers to summon spirits, which requires wearing masks, dancing spirit flags, and connecting white rice noodles to the objects of the deceased before his death, so as to guide him to follow the route, and the songs sung in his mouth are just like the mantras recited by Taoist priests when casting spells, and they are also a language of communication with the ghosts.

The three of them stared at Wu Shuntong nervously, at this moment such a wizard was singing and dancing in the morgue, the scene was really weird, Xie Xiaolou was also the first time to see a Xiangxi wizard performing witchcraft, although there were some wizard elements in some of the phoenix's singing and dancing performances, but they were all entertaining the public, and it was worthy of this real scene of swords and guns.

Suddenly, the yin wind was blowing, and although the morgue was sealed, the three of them still heard the whistling sound of the yin wind passing through the gaps in all directions, as if the unjust souls of the underworld had crawled up to the world, complaining and rushing in.

"Pay attention, it's about to be called, the candle in that direction is extinguished, and Lao Chen is from which direction." Xie Xiaolou had seen the relevant descriptions of conjuring spirits from the records of the "Book of Corpses", so he knew a little.

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the candle on the west side of Wushuntong was extinguished.

"Ahh Bai Ling exclaimed, even though he was a police officer of Team M, these things in front of him were beyond the limits of a twenty-three-year-old girl's psyche.

Wu Shuntong's dancing stopped abruptly, and what stopped with Wu Shuntong was the howling wind. The morgue is back to its former tranquillity.

The black wolf glanced at Xie Xiaolou suspiciously, and when he saw Xie Xiaolou nodding slightly, he asked tentatively, "Old Chen?" ”

Wu Shuntong did not react.

"Old Chen? Answer me when you hear it. The black wolf raised his voice.

Suddenly, an extremely terrifying scream came out from behind Wu Shuntong's mask: "Hurry up~ Run!" ”

The three of them subconsciously covered their ears, and the eardrums of the three screaming people hurt.

Then I heard a "bang".

Xie Xiaolou raised his eyes and couldn't help but be startled, Wu Shuntong actually fell to the ground unconsciously.

"Uncle Wu!" Xie Xiaolou had a hint of foreboding in his heart, and hurriedly ran over to help Wu Shuntong and took off his mask.

As a result, Xie Xiaolou was frightened: Wu Shuntong's mouth and eyes were wide open, and his seven orifices bled to death!

"This ...... This ......" Xie Xiaolou was frightened and sad, and he couldn't cry anymore at this time.

Xie Xiaolou has been fighting since his father died, and the relationship with Uncle Wu is like that of father and son, at this moment Uncle Wu was killed under his nose, but he couldn't do anything, Xie Xiaolou hated himself, chagrin, sadness, regret, and grief and indignation Several emotions rushed up in an instant, and a mouthful of turbid air blocked his chest, Xie Xiaolou roared, and burst out of his sad emotions:

"Uncle Wu, if you don't beat the person who harmed you to the point of being scattered, I will not give up!"

The two black wolves were also shocked when they saw this, what happened during the process of conjuring spirits, what could make a profound onmyoji die violently? What does the last phrase "run" mean?

The old case has no clue, but more difficult mysteries have emerged.