When Song Chi woke up, it was already the next morning.

I slept on the sofa last night, and I slept very comfortably on the soft sofa, and now I wake up feeling stiff.

He subconsciously went to the bedroom to take a look, the quilt was neatly folded, and the sheets were spotless.

The girl never returned.

Sighing, Song Chi went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water and began to ponder.

Yesterday's events happened so suddenly that he didn't have time to dwell on the details.

Why did Xia Yuyou leave without warning?

He suddenly thought that when he fell off the bridge yesterday, the girl's outstretched arm was covered with black fine lines.

He had seen those textures before, and they were no different from the black lines on his back when he was cursed by Liu Xuewen at that time.

But why did the black lines appear on Xia Yuyou's body?

When he was cursed by Liu Xuewen, he once asked Xia Yuyou for help, although Xia Yuyou did not refuse at that time, but Song Chi could feel that the girl at that time was extremely resistant in her heart.

Back that night, when Liu Xuewen attacked Xu Yiyi, Xia Yuyou, who had always been arrogant and domineering, behaved very unnaturally, and seemed to be very unwilling to contact the other party.

He carefully thought through his thoughts, and his intuition told him that what happened to Liu Xuewen may have some connection with Xia Yuyou, at least, Xia Yuyou should be in love.

Before leaving, Liu Xuewen once said that the lord of Lingjiang he saw was Wang ......

He didn't think about whether Liu Xuewen's last words were referring to Wang Ba, but he thought that Xia Yuyu had told him that the 10,000-year-old turtle had already died, so he didn't think about it.

But what happened yesterday completely overturned his speculation.

If at first he suspected that it was a coincidence of the tramp's nonsense, then when the tramp said that the old turtle's back was engraved with orthography, then the fact that the old turtle was still alive was already a sure fact.

The turtle that has lived for tens of thousands of years, the thousand-year-old ghost of unknown origin, and the abandoned heel of Xia Yuyou, as the monk Kongming once said.

What exactly is the connection between them?

There seemed to be a fog in front of him, and Xia Yuyu was in it, but he couldn't see the truth clearly.

He looked at his hands, the palms were smooth, and there were not even a few calluses.

Speaking of which, I'm still too incompetent.

Not to mention the big words of saving Xia Yuyou, he didn't even have the qualifications to participate in it.

Thinking of this, Song Chi was a little lost and confused.

The mobile phone vibrated for a moment, and Song Chi glanced at it, it was sent by "Natsume Takashi".

"Son, are you awake?"

He didn't bother to reply, his unreliable father, there must be something wrong with him if he has nothing to do.

However, Song Shuqiu obviously didn't mean to let him go, and the call came in quickly.

He picked up the phone a little impatiently and said:

"Early in the morning, what are you doing?"

"You kid early in the morning, where did you get such a big temper?"

Song Chi didn't want to joke with Song Shuqiu very much, since that night he sincerely wanted to inherit the mantle, but Song Shuqiu threw a "gossip palm" to him perfunctorily, he felt that their father-son relationship was basically over.

The most hateful thing is that the "Baguazhang" is still the kind of inferior pirated book sold on the street, and even the hexagrams are written and hung.

"I'll hang up if it's okay."

"Something."

Song Shuqiu's voice was rarely a little serious.

"You're home now?"

"Otherwise," Song Chi asked rhetorically, "Is it possible to open a room in a hotel?" ”

Song Shuqiu was silent for a while.

"It's not that I look down on your son, do you know which end the hotel bed is facing?"

"Song Shuqiu! You're taunting your son when you make a phone call? ”

The other end of the phone was a little noisy, Song Shuqiu seemed to have a conversation with others, and just when Song Chi was about to hang up the phone, Song Shuqiu's voice came clearly again.

"I've asked you for a good leave, come to the north bank of the Lingjiang River, there are a lot of people on our side, you can see it when you come."

Song Chi was a little speechless.

Other students want to think about how to ask for leave every day, but it's good for themselves, and there is always someone to do it for them.

"I'm not going."

He doesn't want to move now, let alone let him go out.

And it's still a place like Lingjiang.

"You have to come."

Song Shuqiu's tone was very serious, as if he was afraid that his somewhat rebellious son would really fight him to the end, he added:

"This matter may have something to do with your little girlfriend, so you'd better bring her with you."

Song Chi was stunned.

When he heard Song Shuqiu's first half of the sentence, Song Chi's heart skipped a beat, and he almost thought that something had happened to Xia Yuyou.

"Okay, I'll come here."

He hung up the phone, washed up casually, and couldn't wait to go out.

When he walked to the gate of the community, he also used two meat buns to bring the old black dog with him.

The old black dog does have something.

Not much stuff though.

As soon as he walked to the head of the Lingjiang Bridge, Song Chi saw several police cars parked on the shore not far away, and the area of nearly 100 meters along the north bank was isolated by the boundary line.

It was only six o'clock in the morning, so there were not many onlookers, only a group of old men and women who got up early to exercise or buy groceries gathered curiously to point and point.

As soon as Song Chi walked outside the boundary line with the old black dog, he heard someone greet him.

"Hahaha, isn't this Xiao Song, why are you here too? Is your dad ready to pass on your craft? ”

Song Chi looked at the person who spoke out and was stunned.

It turned out to be Director Fu Jianguo and Director Fu who once had a relationship.

Beside him, there was also Yang Chenglong, who had a paralyzed face.

What happened to the director of the Public Security Bureau?

He smiled and spoke:

"Director Fu, excuse me, it's true that my dad called me over."

The corners of Fu Jianguo's mouth twitched, but he wouldn't care about a young man, not to mention that the other party was Song Shuqiu's son.

"Don't bother, don't bother, come in quickly, your dad is in front."

He personally pulled up the cordon and welcomed Song Chi in.

"Director Fu, what's going on?"

Song Chi asked, but his eyes looked not far away.

There were many people in work uniforms around a clearing on the shore, and he saw Song Shuqiu at a glance.

Song Shuqiu's height is very tall, even if he is surrounded in the middle of the crowd, his yellow hair is still bright and dazzling.

Fu Jianguo was already accustomed to this deputy title of his own, and said:

"I don't know the specific situation, I just know that in the middle of the night last night there was a homeless man found a coffin on the shore, after receiving the police, we had three little comrades come to check the situation, one of the comrades touched the coffin out of curiosity, and then fainted, according to other comrades, the comrade fainted after the arm began to blacken, and soon a face was black into ink, fortunately, the person has been sent to the hospital, so far there is no danger to life."

Fu Jianguo's eyebrows frowned: "This matter is beyond the control of our police, at present we are only responsible for the control area, you can ask your father for specific things." ”

Song Chi nodded, but he was a little surprised in his heart.

How bad and smelly is this coffin to blacken people's faces?

Before the two approached, they heard a fierce argument.

"Lao Liu, I think you are old and confused, you actually said that this is a coffin in the Tang Dynasty?"

"You know the! The texture of this wood, as well as the modeling style, is definitely from the Tang Dynasty, I have studied the history of funeral customs for decades, can't I even see this? ”

"Then you should tell me, how many preservatives can be added to make this coffin soak in the Lingjiang River for more than a thousand years?"

"How do you know that this coffin has been soaked in the Lingjiang River, maybe there is some underground palace under the Lingjiang River, which collapsed for some reason and was just washed out?"

"Lao Liu, you are a dead duck with a hard mouth, even if there is an underground palace, this coffin has undergone thousands of years of corrosion, even if it is unearthed in the open air, it will immediately be weathered and decayed, not to mention that it is still in such a turbulent river as the Lingjiang River, it has long been washed to pieces!"

"Don't talk to me about what you don't have, why this coffin is like this is your research, I'm here to confirm the vintage, anyway, this is the Tang Dynasty."

A group of people were talking about it, and they were red-faced, Fu Jianguo and Song Chi had already walked to the crowd, he was not tall, he could only stand on tiptoe, and shouted:

"Senior brother, Xiao Song is here!"

The crowd fell silent instantly, and they turned their heads suspiciously and looked at Song Chi, wondering who this young man who looked so young was.

Song Shuqiu, who had been silently listening to everyone's quarrel but was silent, turned his head, saw Song Chi smiled, and said loudly:

"Old buddy, give way, this is my son."

Everyone widened their eyes in surprise, but their legs were very conscious, and they all gave way one after another.

Obviously, Song Shuqiu was very prestigious among this group of people, which made Song Chi's face shine a little.

has a bullish father, which son can not secretly pinch happily.

"When did Old Song have a son?"

"yes, I never knew."

Song Chi's face was not very good-looking in an instant.

How do you feel like an illegitimate child?

Walking to Song Shuqiu's side, Song Chi could be regarded as seeing the coffin in everyone's mouth.

It was a solid wood coffin with a pitch-black body, and the heavy coffin plate was covered with no movement on it, which looked like it was lifeless.

The whole coffin has the texture of the wood, and there is no trace of artificial carving, as if it was so natural.

Just standing next to the coffin actually made Song Chi feel a sense of oppression that could not breathe.

Years of experience dealing with weirdness have taught Song Chi that there is definitely something terrible hidden in this coffin.

"Son, didn't Xiao Xia come?"

Song Chi glanced at Song Shuqiu: "Why do you care about her so much?" ”

"Broke up."

He lied, his face did not blush, and his heart did not beat.

Song Shuqiu looked Song Chi up and down: "Have you been dumped?" ”

Song Chi's face turned red with anger.

"You kid must know how to be temperate," Song Shuqiu said suddenly, "I haven't seen you for a few days, look at you, the electricity is gone." ”

Song Chi was about to get angry, when he felt Song Shuqiu pat on the shoulder, and said earnestly:

"It's okay to be dumped, if it weren't for the abundant Tianyang in your body, your father and I would have taken action a long time ago."

Song Chi was stunned for a moment, and looked at Song Shuqiu blankly.

Song Shuqiu smiled: "You kid think you can hide it from your father?" Your little girlfriend is a terrible ghost, I won't be able to see it? ”

Song Chi looked at the forced smile on Song Shuqiu's face, and the more he looked at it, he was not happy.

Damn, let him pretend again.

"Let's go to Tianjinji Temple as soon as possible, and the power bank should be charged frequently."

Hearing Song Shuqiu's words, Song Chi didn't react a little, and seeing Song Chi's expression, Song Shuqiu's face became strange.

"You don't know that your body absorbs the celestial yang of the Buddha statue?"

"I don't know......"

Song Shuqiu almost Bengbu lived.

"You don't really think your father and the Bodhisattva worshipped, do you?"

"Isn't it......"

The father and son looked at each other in pairs and were speechless for a while.

"You know why you didn't say it earlier?"

Song Chi was a little annoyed, it was obvious that he and Xia Yuyu were all right together at first, it was because of that time that he absorbed the Tianyang projected from the Bodhisattva statue, and then gradually weakened under the continuous erosion, and his body had problems.

If you knew that you were a power bank, and you would have gone to Tianjin Temple to flush the electricity if you had nothing to do, where would you vomit blood?

"I thought you knew that when you asked me the other day if I had bowed to the Bodhisattva, I thought you were joking with me."

Song Shuqiu was a little speechless.

"And didn't I deny you at the time?"

"I thought you were joking, too......"

The two were silent for a while before Song Shuqiu spoke:

"It's not too late to know now, let's take a look at the front first."

Song Chi was speechless, in fact, Xia Yuyou had already left, and it was useless to know it now.

"Do you know why I called you here?"

Song Shuqiu's tone became heavy, he walked to the coffin, stretched out his hand and touched it.

The entire palm of his hand instantly turned inky.

"This breath is very similar to the breath of your little girlfriend."

He shook his hand, the ink faded instantly, and the palm returned to its original appearance.

However, Song Chi was like five thunderbolts at the moment.

He looked at the coffin in disbelief.

Monk Kongming's words rang in his head.

This coffin...... Could it be that Xia Yuyou's heels are hidden in it?

Song Shuqiu's black-eroded palm just now was exactly the same as the last time he saw Xia Yuyou's hand.

"Dude, let me go, I have to do it!"

Song Shuqiu said in a deep voice, and the people surrounding him instantly withdrew from a distance of dozens of meters, as if they were afraid of getting some bad luck.

"You don't have to go."

Song Shuqiu dragged Song Chi back.

He stood in front of the coffin for a long time, motionless, and the atmosphere at the scene became more and more tense and depressing.

The coffin is like a monster that chooses people to devour, and will swallow life into it at any time.

Song Chi swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Under his nervous gaze, Song Shuqiu suddenly bent down, stretched out his hand and gently knocked on the coffin lid three times.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

It's as if a guest is knocking on the door.

"Come out quickly, I see you."

The black coffin was silent, without the slightest reaction.

Song Shuqiu stood up straight and stared at the coffin for a while, the flowing temperament on his body suddenly swept away, and his eyes became sharp and sharp.

"Don't come out, do you! Then I'll ask you to come out! ”

He drank heavily, took out a scroll from his arms, and with a wave of his right hand, the scroll opened with a hula and floated in mid-air.

The scroll was spread out, more than three or four meters long, and all kinds of strange things were painted crookedly with a brush, which looked quite shocking.

Everyone present was amazed and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Song Shuqiu was unmoved, he tapped his two fingers on the scroll, and said loudly:

"Humanity is slim, and the immortal road is boundless."

"The ghost is happy, and he is the door of life."

"The immortal road is noble, and the ghost road is noble."

"The fairy road is often auspicious, and the ghost road is often self-murder."

"The high is clear and beautiful, and the tragedy is in space."

"I only hope that heaven will come to pass, and I don't want to be humane and poor."

He paused, flipped his palm, and slapped it on the scroll.

"The heavens are swinging, and my Tao is prosperous!"