"Hehe, hehehe" The unkempt fool sat in his cell in a Taoist robe and played with straw, and he was silly happy with the cloudy liquid flowing from his mouth.

"He's the murderer?" He Shan asked, pointing at the fool.

"That's right." The head catcher gave an affirmative answer, and then explained: "The Tao family all died yesterday, and he was the only one at the scene who ran around with the murder weapon trying to break the body, and there were footprints and palm prints left by him everywhere, and the physical evidence was complete. ”

He Shan looked at the fool, and more doubts appeared in his heart, is the fool in front of him really a murderer, is Tao Qianqian alive? Even his senses, which were far beyond ordinary people, could not detect when this woman had left......

The most important thing is that the feeling of acupuncture on Tao Qianqian's body is the same as that of the old monk and Guangming, and He Shan wants to understand this.

At first, he was forced to go down the mountain, but from the moment he saw Tao Qianqian, his purpose was changed to figure out what that feeling represented.

There is undoubtedly a big problem with the Dingxin Temple, and Guangming has also met with He Shan several times in recent years, and this is the only time there is such a strange feeling.

The last time he went to the old monk's meditation room three years ago, the feeling was about to suffocate him, and it was obviously getting stronger and stronger.

He Shan didn't want to die in the Dingxin Temple for no reason, and he didn't know what the reason was that the small universe that couldn't be ignited no matter how hard he practiced made him have no choice, and he had to take the initiative to find out, if there was no Tao family, he was already planning to escape from the Dingxin Temple.

"Take me to see the corpses of a few junior brothers." He Shan said in a deep voice.

The head catcher answered, and led He Shan out of the cell and walked towards the backyard where the body was parked.

His identity as a monk is still very useful, especially in the past few years, when he had dealings with officials and wealthy families in Ying County, and he has established a lot of prestige, even now, Dingxin Temple is also a major force in Ying County, and other idlers can't afford to offend at all, so such a request to catch heads can be fully satisfied.

A makeshift grass hut was erected against the wall in the backyard, and four corpses lay side by side on wooden planks in the hut, covered tightly with yellowed white cloth.

The head catcher stopped in front of the grass hut, He Shan slowly walked to the plank, and after lifting the white cloth, he saw four pale faces, the expressions on their faces were a little distorted, and he could vaguely feel the horror before they died.

"Pure strict, pure hatred ......" He Shan showed a little sadness on his face, he is not a grass and tree, he has been together for more than ten years, especially he has taken care of them all the way as a big brother until he is sensible, he has never seen it with his own eyes, and his heart is already a little sad, and now when he sees their corpses, he can no longer be happy and angry.

After completely pulling the white cloth open, he saw the identical fatal wounds on the four of them, and their necks were blurred with flesh and blood, almost completely broken, and it looked as if they had almost been cut off by something.

"Master's Day condolences." The head catcher observed the words and immediately comforted.

"It doesn't matter." He Shan closed his eyes and restrained his emotions, a little fierce color appeared in his eyes, but his tone was no different from the previous blandness, "Since this matter is over, then I will take a few junior disciples back to the mountain tomorrow." ”

There is no need for him to investigate now, the government has intervened and the entire Tao Mansion has died, and the old monk and Guangming can't say anything, so it is better to send the four familiar juniors back to the place where they grew up to be buried well, and then come back to investigate slowly.

Just as He Shan was about to cover himself with a white cloth and leave, he suddenly found that Jingyan's eyelids trembled, and then the uncomfortable feeling of pinprick came to his heart, a very faint feeling.

"Dead people move?" He Shan stared at Jingyan with some solemnity, the dead can move, plus that feeling, thinking of Tao Qianqian's disappearance for no reason before, is it ......

"Is there really a ghost in this world?"

"What's wrong, Master Jingshan?" The head catcher asked with some confusion.

"It's fine." He Shan subconsciously folded his hands and said Amitabha, and then said, "I see that there is something wrong with the corpse, and I ask the head catcher to allow me to keep vigil here and surpass the soul." ”

Since the ancient society, there is no need to worry about being ridiculed for talking about ghosts and gods, if it is really a fraudulent corpse, there is a touch of the origin of the old monk and Guangming, if it is not a ghost, but some kind of bizarre martial arts or something similar to the legendary Gu art in the previous life, then it can also find the reason along the vine.

The head catcher subconsciously took a half step back, and after looking at the unharmed corpse several times, he cleared his throat and said, "Since the master has this heart, then I will have someone prepare a meal and send two oil lamps over." ”

"Please also buy more dry firewood, folds, roosters, black dogs if you can, help me find them." He Shan took out two pieces of broken silver and handed them over.

There is no rooster blood or black dog blood in this world to exorcise demons, and there is no cinnabar and glutinous rice, a kind of rice-like thing that is eaten on weekdays, which has a high yield and can be grown in any environment, which is simply very unscientific.

Roosters and black dogs are also similar things, after all, a three-legged chicken and a six-legged dog walking upright God knows if it is the same as the chickens and dogs of the earth, anyway, Heshan translated it like this.

What's even more strange is that even though the geographical environment, history and culture, and even astronomy are completely different, they can still create civilizations, timekeeping, and many similar things similar to the ancient earth.

Although the head catcher was a little puzzled, he also took the money and left.

Night.

After eating fasting, He Shan sat cross-legged under the grass hut and closed his eyes to meditate, because there are no stars in this world, yes, there are no stars in this world except for the lonely sun and moon in the sky, so he has been meditating on the starry sky of the earth.

It's almost autumn, and the night wind is a little cool, and the moonlight pours down on the ground like water, making everything a little cold.

There were not many people in the yamen at this time, except for the two soap officials who were working in the front yard, only He Shan in the back yard, a rooster, a black dog and four corpses.

The rooster and the black dog lay drowsy in the corner, and there was no sense of spiritual creature at all.

"Here we are." He Shan suddenly opened his eyes, his meditation was interrupted by the feeling of pins and needles, he stood up, walked towards the place where the corpse was placed with the oil lamp, and by the flickering light, he ripped off the white cloth again, and vaguely saw that the corpse of Jingyan opened his eyes and looked directly at the grass shed, the eyeballs that should have been black and white turned into pure black, and a little dark green light lit up in the center of the pupil.

Ordinary people were afraid that they would tremble with fear when they saw it, but He Shan had already been mentally prepared, but he continued to watch with an oil lamp in some awe.

In about five minutes after Jingyan opened his eyes, the wound on his neck that was almost broken began to heal rapidly, his face became even paler, and the dark green in his pupils shone brightly, and then—

"Squeak~Ga"