The walking dead are dealt with, and Murphy pulls out his phone and dials a string of numbers.

Soon, the cell door was opened, and I was back in the interrogation room.

It is estimated that Murphy has broken down and did not continue the interrogation, but replaced with an old man with gray hair.

After asking a few questions, the old man said a little perfunctorily, "It's okay, your mother is waiting for you at the door, go back."

"My mother?"

"Yes, it's your mother."

Seeing my shocked expression, the old man was relieved while sorting out the transcripts, "The autopsy results have come out, and there are only the fingerprints of the deceased himself on the hanging rope and stool."

"The surveillance video at the door of the villa also captured him sneaking in by himself."

"Go home with peace of mind, you're not guilty."

I'm not guilty of that, there's no doubt about it, because I didn't have the slightest hint of it when I did it last night.

But what happened to the mother who suddenly appeared?

Worried and vigilant, I walked out of the gate of the police station and saw a woman standing at the door of a black sedan.

The woman wore a high-necked purple cheongsam with a white scarf around her neck and floral flats underneath.

She is about 1.7 meters tall, and her face is as white as a piece of delicate porcelain, not ugly, but also not like a person.

At the first sight of her, I knew that it was really my mother who had returned.

At the same time, I can't see the slightest breath of a living person from her body. It is estimated that this is also the reason why she is still holding a black umbrella on a cloudy day.

Her face made me feel familiar and intimidated.

I walked up to her and shouted in a dry voice, "Mom."

"Hey."

The corners of the woman's mouth pulled up a smile, which melted the mysterious and cold temperament, and made me feel a little more steady.

Growing so big, I could count the number of times I saw my parents on one hand.

Even though I knew that the person in front of me was my mother, I didn't feel the slightest sense of intimacy except for the facial features and my inexplicable face.

I have too many questions to ask, but at this moment, I can only follow the woman and get into the car.

"Mom, where are we going?"

"Go to Zhao's house and see my daughter-in-law who hasn't passed through the door."

In the car, the melodious music sounded, which made my mood relax a little.

I finally mustered up the courage and asked nervously, "When I was eight years old, I received a photo of you and your father being hanged at the Wuhou Temple."

"Ten years later, you're still the same as in the photo, not getting old at all."

"Can you tell me what the hell is going on? Where is my dad now?"

"And ...... Are you a human or a ghost!?"

The mother smiled at the corner of her mouth, "Child, none of this is important, the important thing is that Mom is here with you."

"In the future, my mother will protect you, and no one will dare to do anything to you."

The heavens and the earth were bright and extinguished, a thunderbolt flashed, and the torrential rain crackled down like beads with broken threads.

The mother's face turned pale against the lightning.

I didn't ask any further. She didn't want to answer, even if she asked a thousand times, it was useless.

The car drove on a mountain road at the border between urban and rural areas, with a steep slope on one side and a large barren terraced rice field on the other.

Suddenly, there was a miasma in front of me, and I saw two statues of gods with horns on their heads and angry eyes on both sides of the road in front of me.

"Brake!"

I screamed, in fact my mother had already slammed the brakes before I could do so.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

The road is slippery in rainy weather, especially on the downhill part of the mountain road, and it is impossible to step on it at all.

The car slipped forward for a while before it barely stopped, and we were already within the bounds of the barrier.

Two strange statues of gods placed at the intersection, called Grasshopper Glaze,

It is a kind of mountain god who specializes in enchantments.

In ancient times, when there was a plague of locusts, they would ask Grasshopper Glaze to lay out an enchantment for the village, so that those lost locusts could make a detour.

Barriers can trap locusts, but they can also trap people.

My mother got out of the car with an umbrella, and I just wanted to follow, but she took a step back and dodged away.

Such a big black umbrella is enough to cover three people, but my mother doesn't seem to have any plans to share the umbrella with me.

Forget it, just drench.

After getting out of the car, I looked around, and I found that there was a white fog in the place where I was, and the road in front of me and behind me was gone, and there was only a sense of desolation in the white fog.

I said, "Mom, someone has laid a trap here, and it will take me about half an hour to get rid of it, you ......."

"I don't need you to do anything, Mom has a way to deal with them."

The mother held an umbrella and walked slowly forward.

I hesitated for a moment, and hurriedly followed.

Walking through the mountain pass, the fierce aura in front of me is getting stronger and stronger, and I hold the evil charm in my hand, and I am ready to fight.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground. The bitter sea is boundless, and the shore is turned back."

Directly in front of us, a chaotic voice suddenly sounded, like a man and a woman, as if coming from eternity.

A golden Buddha more than ten meters tall rose from the ground out of thin air, sitting cross-legged in the clouds and mist, and his mouth emitted obscure Sanskrit sounds.

"Namu, Radinah, Raja, Namor, Aliah, and Niyana......

My complexion changed dramatically, "Wishing Guanyin Mantra! It's not good, it's a Tibetan lama!"

The Wish-Seeking Guanyin Mantra, also known as the Fatal Sanskrit Sound, is one of the most powerful and terrifying scriptures in the Fudo Ming King Sutra.

The power lies in the fact that it can wipe out almost all living beings.

The horror is that it can indiscriminately wipe out living beings, not just the demonic realm.

Therefore, in Tibetan Buddhism, one can only cultivate at the level of a Buddha, a semi-holy Buddha.

"Mom, cover your ears!"

While I covered my ears, my mother remained unmoved, as if this deadly Sanskrit sound, which could shake people's souls away, was like a little song to her.

In my stunned gaze, my mother walked over to the car and took out a wire rope from the rear compartment that was used as a tow for the car.

She chanted a difficult gray incantation and tossed the wire rope into the air.

Poof—

The wire rope wrapped around the Buddha's head, and with such a hard tug, the creaking sound sounded for a while, and only to hear a pop, and the huge head rolled down.

The illusion and clouds disappeared in front of him, and on a big tree in front of him, the body of the fat monk was hanging at the position of the branch, and his head rolled under the tree.

Last night, my mother said with a blank face, "You drive home first, and Mom will arrive later."

I have almost never heard of my mother's methods.

She flashed and disappeared around the corner in front of her.

I looked blankly in the direction where she disappeared for a moment, then turned back to the car and drove to the Zhao family's villa.