Qin Zhutou shook his head: "I can't say it, I just said a word from morning to night all day long, and he climbed up."

We all suspect that he is talking about the dead body crawling up......"

Speaking of this, Qin Zhutou shuddered, looked around, folded his hands and said: "Tong Yan Wuji, Tong Yan Wu Ji, the deceased is not strange." ”

Seeing this, Fang Zheng smiled directly: "When the donor went to my temple, he wasn't so careful. Could it be that you are also afraid of ghosts and gods? ”

Qin Zhutou smiled bitterly: "Who is not afraid? It's just that the situation of Jingguo is special, and the ancestors stepped on the corpses of ghosts and gods all the way to create Jingguo. He did not allow the people below to fear ghosts and gods. We, the people in the government, dare not say in front of others that we are afraid of ghosts and gods.

Moreover, ordinary monks in temples and Taoist temples will not be embarrassed by us......

After all, behind us stands the mighty Jingguo.

It's really going to fall out, and the power of Jingguo is not comparable to ordinary monks and sects.

We just need to do our business and not offend if we are disrespectful. ”

It's clear.

Fang Zheng asked again, "Are there any other clues?" ”

Qin Zhutou shook his head: "It's gone......

Originally, we were counting on Xiaohe's death to provide us with some clues. After all, it was the murderer's second killing, but that day a heavy rain fell, and there was no hair left for us.

Abbot Fangzheng, I can't help it, so I ask you to help take a look.

If it's man-made, it's fine, but if it's a ghost, please help me. ”

Fang Zheng picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said: "If it is a ghost or god, the poor monk must be duty-bound." By the way, can you take the poor monk to see Master Chen? ”

"Yes, of course. I'll take you there! Qin Zhutou wished that Fang Zheng would take the initiative to make some requests, anyway, he didn't have a clue now.

Following Qin Zhutou, Fang Zheng came all the way to Chen He's house.

To Fang Zheng's surprise, although the Chen He family was very large, it was obviously defeated, and the paint on the gate had almost fallen off, and he didn't say anything to make up for it.

There wasn't even an old servant at the door.

Qin Zhutou said: "Their family is in the middle of the road, but Chen He's kid has played with the other second ancestors since he was a child, so they take it with them wherever they go." ”

Fang Zheng nodded, it seemed that Chen He volunteered to run in the middle of the night to get the hair of the dead body, not just for the Oiran, the hundred and zero silver was obviously one of his targets.

Some people may think that a hundred taels of silver is not much.

But I don't know that a hundred taels of silver is a lot of money no matter what era of the earth it is!

In the Qing Dynasty, it was 20,000 yuan, in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, it was between 60,000 and 80,000 yuan, and in the Tang Dynasty, it was between 200,000 and 400,000 yuan!

Let's ask, who wouldn't be tempted by such a sum of money and a person who lacks money?

Stepping into the gate of the Chen family, a smell of corruption came to my face, it was the old wood that built the house was in disrepair, and everyone took care of it, and the strange smell of insects and dampness came out.

Then I saw an old man sitting in the courtyard and sighed.

Qin Zhutou immediately said: "Old Man Chen, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment.

Qin Zhutou said: "This is Chen He's grandfather. ”

Fang Zheng glanced at Chen He's grandfather, and there was a faint golden light on his whole body and wisps of black gas, this was the appearance of a normal person, not much good, not how bad an ordinary person.

The old man looked at Fang Zheng suspiciously: "Qin Zhutou, who are you?" ”

Qin Zhutou said: "The doctor can't see your grandson's situation well, so I asked a mage friend to come and take a look." If you look at it, isn't it, this case will be solved, right? ”

The old man said in a low voice: "At his age, it doesn't look like he can exorcise demons and cure evil diseases." ”

Qin Zhutou said, "Let him see it." ”

The old man nodded, then pointed to the backyard and said, "Go ahead, tie it to the bed." ”

Qin Zhutou took Fang Zheng to the backyard, and saw a bamboo bed under the sun, and a young man was tied to the bed, the young man's face was pale, his eyes were almost glaring out of his sockets, covered with bloodshots, and his mouth was tightened by a strip of cloth, and he couldn't speak.

A pair of eyes stared roundly, and he didn't look at Fang Zheng and Qin Zhutou, but looked directly at the sky.

Qin Zhutou explained: "This is a folk method, saying that after the evil spirit, let the sun bask and the yang energy will drive away the evil spirit. But it doesn't seem to work for him. ”

Fang Zheng was also speechless for a while, if it was so simple to be cured, then what kind of monk would he need?

Forget about the sun.

"You see?" Qin Zhutou pointed at Chen He.

Fang Zheng nodded, walked over and looked Chen He up and down

The aura exuded by Chen He's body was similar to that of Old Man Chen, not much good nor bad. Apparently this is not the breath that a murderer can have.

"A dream of yellow sorghum!"

Fang Zheng fell directly into a dream, since he couldn't say it, then go directly to his dream to see what he saw that night!

In an instant, the sky and the earth were dark, and in the darkness, Chen He was seen trembling and holding a torch to the dilapidated house in the distance.

The closer I got to the front and back of the door, I wandered around for a long time before I made up my mind to walk in.

Stepping through the tattered gate, the yard was overgrown with weeds, most of the houses had collapsed, and the only ones were windowless.

There was a deep well under a big locust tree in the corner of the yard, Chen He walked to the edge of the deep well, looked inside, and the next moment he screamed.

Fang Zheng hurriedly rushed over and looked inside, but it was pitch black!

At the same time, the dream collapses!

Chen He screamed and struggled frantically to jump up from the chair, shouting: "He climbed up, he climbed up!" ”

At this time, Fang Zheng also opened his eyes, this was the second time he had been expelled from the dream.

So I wasn't surprised, but I was curious about what Chen He saw, and he was so frightened.

Qin Zhutou held down Chen He and asked Fang Zheng: "Abbot Fang Zheng, what's wrong?" ”

Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "Poor monk try again." ”

When Chen He finally calmed down, Fang Zheng once again exerted his magical powers.

A dream of yellow sorghum!

In the dream, Chen He walked into the darkness again, and this time, Fang Zheng didn't wait for Chen He to walk to the well, he rushed over first, and looked directly into the well.

The next moment!

"Ahh

A terrible scream sounded, and Chen He woke up from his dream again.

And Fang Zheng was kicked out of his dream again.

Looking at Chen He, who was almost crazy in front of him, Fang Zheng fell into deep thought.

He didn't see nothing just now, he saw something, but it was too vague, it seemed to be a face, that face was attached to the edge of the deep well, and one hand was clasped against the wall of the well, as if it was climbing up!

What's in the well?

A dead body!

The only one who seemed to be able to crawl out was the corpse.