The house was still in an extremely narrow pattern, and the walls were painted with cinnabar with huge charms, the color of which was like blood, and it was bright and dripping, giving people a great sense of oppression. At the innermost part of the room, with his back to the door, stood a figure. Although the room was dim, I could see that it was a rather tall man, shirtless. The back is tattooed with blood-colored runes.

Just as I was wondering, the rich yin qi that had disappeared hit me again. But only for a moment, it disappeared again.

I stared at the spot for a long time before I stepped forward and crept closer. At this moment of approaching, the yin qi appeared three times again and then disappeared. There was a faint corpse aura in the narrow room, and if it weren't for my constant contact with corpses, I would be really sensitive to this corpse qi, and it would not be easy for ordinary people to notice.

As I got closer, I realized that this man was tall, with slender limbs, and half a head taller than me. The man's hair was mixed with white strands, and he was obviously not young, but his bare skin was a somewhat greasy bronz, and the blood-colored runes on it did not look like they were painted, but as if they had been imprinted on it.

I didn't have to feel his pulse, and I knew it wasn't a living person. It's just that this corpse feels very strange to me, unlike any other corpse I have come into contact with. Just when I was confused, the rich yin qi hit my face again, my heart moved, leaned against the wall and squeezed past him, came to his front, and immediately found that the yin qi that appeared and disappeared was actually from the breath of this tall male corpse!

At first, I thought I was mistaken. But after a closer look, it was certain. The male corpse was really breathing, but not inhaling and exhaling through the nose and mouth, as normal people do. This male corpse breathed out extremely pure yin qi, and if it weren't for the yin and yang bottle on my body, I really wouldn't have been able to detect this change.

When you stand in front of him, you can see his face. Judging from the physiognomy, he should have been quite old when he died, between sixty or seventy years old, with thin cheeks, high cheekbones, hooked nose, closed eyes, and deep-set eye sockets.

I've seen countless corpses, but I've never seen anything like this. He had several blood-colored runes tattooed on his chest and back, and blood-colored lines spreading on his neck and arms. This kind of blood pattern seems to be some kind of prohibition. As for these blood runes. I don't really recognize what it is.

I had never seen this kind of method of disposing of corpses before, and I couldn't help but be attracted to it, and I was actually a little distracted. At this moment, I heard a rapid and strange sound outside. My heart struck. Suddenly woke up, and hurriedly came out of the small door.

This hurried voice was the warning sound from the formation outside!

I closed the door again, and turned to go out to take a look, only to see a figure flickering at the door. Then the old camel flashed in from outside, his face was gloomy, and one of his left arms was snorting black smoke, emitting a pungent scorching smell.

I don't know if he saw me enter the small door without permission, and immediately shouted, "Master, what's wrong?" ”

The old camel entered the door without saying a word, his eyes flickering, and at that moment he heard someone shouting, "The old thief has run this way!" ”

The voice seems to be quite a young male voice. My heart jumped, and my first thought was, "Who killed the door?" Qingwei Maoshan or the people behind Pompeii? ”

I don't have time to think about it. Then I heard the sound of footsteps, and it seemed that there were several people coming.

I saw that the old camel's left arm near his shoulder was charred and blackened, and black smoke was billowing, and as far as the naked eye could see, there seemed to be sparks beating, and he grabbed the teapot from the table and was about to extinguish it.

But he was stopped by the old thing, and his face was cloudy and uncertain: "This is Fu Huo, you can't use water!" ”

I immediately returned the teapot. Seeing that this charred black was still slowly expanding upward, it seemed that there was still a living fire burning upwards in the flesh, and I couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

The old camel snorted, turned to sit on the chair, and said, "In vain." Pour a cup of tea for the teacher. ”

I answered yes, went to pick up the teapot and filled the cup with water, just then the footsteps were already in the door. I heard someone shouting, "Here we are!" Look where he's going! ”

The voice was the same as last time, obviously the same person. I didn't look back at once, but poured water for the old camel and handed it to him, and then put the teapot down. Standing beside the old camel, he turned to look at the door.

The old camel looked at me and said "hmm".

I saw four people come in at the door, three men and one woman. As soon as I saw the woman's face, my heart pounded three times in a row. This woman is not young, wearing a light white dress, her face is round and square, her eyebrows are quite gentle, she has experienced years of wind and frost, and there are already some fine lines at the corners of her eyes, but her eyes are extremely smart.

Fuck, it turned out to be Jiang Chuhong's vixen!

The first time I saw this woman was in the Ronghua funeral home. After that time, I was very impressed by this extremely difficult woman. If you want to say that among the people I have met, the dead woman of Aoko is definitely the most difficult to deal with, but the problem is that no matter how difficult she is, I am happy to deal with her.

As for this Jiang Chuhong, I wish I wouldn't be bumped into by her in my life.

After another look, I saw another familiar person. The man standing next to Jiang Chuhong has a national face. With two beards on his lips, a straight face, and his hands behind his back, his appearance is quite majestic. For this person, I only know that his surname is Liang, he is Jiang Chuhong's husband, and he also came to the funeral home back then, but his impression is not so deep.

The other two were young men they had never seen before, one was slightly shorter, about twenty years old. The eyebrows and eyes are good, but this nose is a defect, a big round nose, which looks quite funny at first glance. The other is a little taller and a little older. This person is good-looking, with a slender figure and good facial features, but as soon as he enters the door, he has a paralyzed face, as if someone owes him millions, and it looks annoying.

This time, I didn't see the inexplicable pervert last time.

"Master, I said this old thief ran here!" The big nose said happily. Listening to this man's voice, he was probably the one who was yelling outside.

I took a closer look at him, since this person's name is Jiang Chuhong's master, it should be the apprentice surnamed Liang. It's just that this person is not called Master, but he is called Master, and it is obvious that Jiang Chuhong is the one who takes the idea between the two on weekdays.

"Yo, there's a thief here!" The big nose probably saw me suddenly, and shouted again in surprise.

When I saw the old camel sitting there, his eyelids drooping, and he remained silent, and did not listen to the scolding of the big nose, I could not help but think that the old thing was acting strangely. As soon as his heart moved, he thought about it slightly, and immediately scolded in a gloomy voice: "What is the noise, where is the stupidity!" ”

I grew up in a mountain village, and when I ran to the mourning hall with my third uncle, I came into contact with three religions and nine streams, and everyone had it.

The big nose obviously didn't expect me to scold this sentence directly, and was stunned for a moment, and then scolded with a red face: "What are you talking about this stinky thief!" When I heard the word stinking thief, I thought of the reckless spirit in it, and I thought to myself, fucking this stupid woman is really the daughter of Jiang Fox?

But these two women. Except that the faces are all beautiful, they really don't look alike. If this reckless spirit was half as smart as Jiang Fox, I'm afraid that things wouldn't have come to this point.

I pondered in my heart, and casually scolded back: "You are two hundred and five!" ”

The big nose immediately turned red and shouted, "If it weren't for my master, we wouldn't be allowed to scold." See if I don't scold you to death! ”

I sneered: "Who did you scold just now? Isn't that swearing? Two force! ”

I don't say that he scolded the "little thief", but I only point out that he scolded the "old thief", and it depends on how the old camel reacts. But this old thing was calm, and he didn't care that there was still smoke on his arm, so he actually drank tea, as if the four people in front of him didn't exist.

The big nose said hurriedly: "How can scolding the old thief be regarded as scolding?" The old thief is not foul talk! ”

I immediately said, "What is the old thief's non-foul words?" Brain-dead! He scolded nonsense, but his mind was not on it at all, he just wanted to delay for some time, and he just hoped that he could quickly sort out the current situation. The old thing's current behavior makes me very puzzled, I don't know what he is thinking.

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