Large chunks of the wall peeled off, and before long, a patch of black appeared in the wall.

As the walls were knocked down, the black enlarged area, and it was a long, flat box that was only erected.

The box is only half the thickness of the coffin, slightly thinner than the wall, and very flat, so that no one can lie down.

The height is not too high, the box is black all over, and there is a déjà vu pattern on the lid.

It is very similar to the pattern that grandpa drew on Hongying's mother's belly.

"Psychic diagrams." Meng Qingzhou sighed, stretched out his head to the aisle and called someone up.

His friend ran up and asked Meng Qingzhou a little excitedly, "Is there really something?" ”

Meng Qingzhou took a cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes and said, "Take a hand." ”

The two of them lifted the black box out and laid it flat on the ground, the box was surprisingly light, and the psychic pattern cracked.

It's been too long, and the wood is a little rotten.

The man wanted to open the box, but Meng Qingzhou pressed on the box to block him.

"Dig up a big case, you have to thank these two children, especially this boy, who almost made the ghost light."

The short-haired policeman looked back at me, "He? Okay, when the time comes, you can tell me how to thank me. ”

Meng Qingzhou had a fox-like smile on his face and let go of his hand.

The man used a tool to pry the nail open, and as the lid of the box was opened, a strange, indescribable smell wafted out.

"Yikes!" There was surprise and surprise in the man's voice, as if he had received some great gift.

Yun'er and I screamed in surprise, "Ahhh

Inside the box was an order for a familiar pink peony flower, the same sheet I had caught that night.

When the sheets were opened, there was a pile of white bones inside, but no skulls.

It was slightly different from what I judged with Yun Zu, we thought that the ghost's face was peeled off, but we never expected that its head was cut off.

The rest is simple, catch the old man surnamed Zheng.

The two disappeared together, and the strong skinned egg black should have also been killed by this old man.

The policeman and Meng Qingzhou stood on the aisle smoking together, and the policeman was happy and emotional, looking like "finally a big deal".

Meng Qingzhou was very indifferent, with that nonchalant look, "Don't forget the promise you made." ”

At this time, the man remembered me and Yun'er who were standing on the side, and beckoned us to come over, "Little friend, my surname is Dao." You call me a big sword. Want something? ”

Meng Qingzhou interrupted him and looked at us, "He can't help you find grandpa, so let's talk about individual wishes." ”

I don't have any other wishes than to find my grandfather.

Yun'er rolled her eyes and looked at Meng Qingzhou, "Uncle Meng will say it for us, he is responsible for taking care of us." He has the final say. ”

The corners of Meng Qingzhou's mouth twitched, and he pointed at Yun Zu, "You are smarter than him at a glance." Good boy. ”

He pulled the broadsword aside and whispered something, and the broadsword was a little embarrassed, but finally agreed.

When the murder case ten years ago was discovered, the police station dispatched a large number of people to search for evidence and pull the skeleton.

But upstairs and downstairs room after room after room, the old man's room turned upside down, and no other body was found.

The human head in the black box was also not found.

Dadao had to beg Meng Qingzhou again, Meng Qingzhou ignored him, and seemed to enjoy Dadao's begging for him.

Enjoying enough, he squinted, "I know your set, there are still prisoners in the bureau who dare not speak?" ”

Dadao gasped, waved his hand, and said, "Don't talk nonsense, we have iron rules against prisoners." Besides, he is already a serious offender, and the places where he is locked up are different, and there must be an interrogation, but it is impossible to deal with him. ”

"Don't let him eat, drink, or sleep, hang him up, turn on the headlights to shine on him, there are many ways, stick his mouth, stuff a lit cigarette into his nostrils, and put a phone book on his stomach and beat him again."

Meng Qingzhou looked at the big knife with a smile, sentence after sentence, and said it with a big knife and bared his teeth.

Dadao waved his hand vigorously and said that it was impossible, it was best, and finally admitted that Old Man Zheng ran away.

Meng Qingzhou ridiculed the big knife before agreeing.

"You get all the people away, the yard is empty, and not a single tenant is allowed to come back. I'll find you the egg-black bones tonight. ”

"Okay, my brother, I'll clear the tenant immediately."

Meng Qingzhou flicked off the cigarette ash and waved his hand, "Okay." The answer was as clean as he was.

I can also see that others are not bad, except for a little love to take advantage of women, just a casual bachelor.

At noon, everyone was driven out of the courtyard, and there were a large number of people watching the excitement outside the courtyard.

A girl's figure desperately squeezed through the crowd, ignoring the police's obstruction, ran up together, and threw herself into Meng Qingzhou's arms, "Big brother, thank you, you really did it." ”

She nodded her feet and kissed Meng Qingzhou on both sides of the face, but before he could come back to his senses, the girl ran downstairs again.

It's the young lady who was slighted by the ghost last night.

Meng Qingzhou smiled, touched his face with his hand, and said two words, "It's enjoyable." ”

It was night, and the lively courtyard was much quieter than before because of the murder case.

The timid masses dispersed long before the sun went down.

The door was torn with a police luminous ring line, and there was not a single light in the entire courtyard.

Meng Qingzhou stood in the courtyard downstairs and beckoned the two of us to go down too.

He took out a stick of wax from his bag, yellow it, lit it, and asked me, "Do you smell anything?" ”

I leaned closer, and there was a smell of frying residue.

Yun'er took a step back and wrinkled her nose in disgust.

Meng Qingzhou smiled and pointed at Yun Zu again, "You, clever!" Did you guess what? ”

Yun'er shook her head and didn't answer, I wondered, "What's wrong, it's quite fragrant." ”

Meng Qingzhou's burst of laughter startled me.

He smiled and said, "You are still the heir of the Red Coffin, you are far worse than your little brother in terms of cleverness, this is the corpse oil candle." ”

"Take out the red coffin." He muttered, the smile on his face gone.

I took out the small sarcophagus, and he took it over to observe it carefully, and stroked it gently, "It's so beautiful, it's not easy to keep it well with a history of hundreds of years." ”

He returned the sarcophagus to me and asked, "What should I say when I collect the ghosts?" ”

I flipped through the "Soul Harvesting Chapter" in my grandfather's book this morning, and there is a chapter on spells that work with sarcophagus.

I read it to him, and he nodded, "After a while, I feel something, and I will lift the sarcophagus, and the little brother will take the whip to protect your brother on the side." If there's something wrong, just whip. ”

"It's that simple?" I asked.

He nodded, "How hard do you think it is, it's not a special ghost, if you want to be obedient." ”

Then, his voice was like thunder, and he said violently, "If there is resistance, kill in a hurry." ”

At that moment, the murderous aura emanating from his body was as sharp as a blade.

Grandpa never said anything about "killing" ghosts.

I've seen him sell strange coffins to people, with spells in them, and he always told the other party a lot of precautions. I'm afraid of pressing the wrong person.

I heard that the ghost who was crushed in my coffin was not allowed to live for a long time and was locked in a small space, like a prison, unable to get out.

Compared with his grandfather, Meng Qingzhou is an outlier.

Seeing my face, he grinned, took something out of his bag, and held it up to me.

It was a black coffin exactly like my little red sarcophagus.

Heavy, the whole body is like ink, it is cold in the hand, aggressive, and a posture that cannot be underestimated.

"I'm also a coffin, but my magic weapon is a black coffin, and I'm a black coffin." He laughed, but I couldn't, and the goodwill I had accumulated for him vanished.

That night I overheard my grandfather talking to a man who claimed to be a black coffin and that the box he had dug up was black.

It is painted with the same pattern as Li Tianwei's palm.

Meng Qingzhou turned out to be a black coffin, does he have anything to do with his grandfather's disappearance?

I don't want to think about it too much, the candle flame burned for a while, and the fragrance filled the whole courtyard, and a yin qi rose in the courtyard.

Yun Zu opened his eyes wide and looked at the dark place where the candlelight could not be illuminated.

I only felt the cold under my feet, held the red coffin high, and stammered and chanted a spell.

I didn't see anything sucked into the coffin, and suddenly my body staggered, and someone pushed me from behind, with great force, and pushed me to the ground.

The sarcophagus rolled to the side.

However, Yun Zu was agile and whipped me in the direction that pushed me.

The whip snapped through the air, as if it had hit some transparent object.

He whipped one whip after another, with the fastest speed and the greatest force.

Suddenly, a figure appeared, a bloody man covered in wounds.

His eyes were as big as bull's eyes, and blood flowed from the wound on the top of his head to his eyes, and from his eyes to his clothes.

He tied his hands and staggered towards Yun Zu.