Yang Yibu didn't go far with Li Hanhan, and there was a faint cry of sadness and misery in front of him, and with the footsteps of the road, the cry became clear.

"It's the one in front," Li Hanhan pointed to a family in front of him and said to Yang Yibu.

The door of the house was open, and a huge black coffin was parked in front of it, in front of which several women and children knelt and wept and burned paper money.

The miserable and hoarse cries, accompanied by the paper money ashes flying in the air, made people's moods depressed, and a faint sorrow enveloped the entire small mountain village.

In the courtyard, there are some busy neighbors in the house, they are all people who spontaneously go to the deceased's house to help, as the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, and only when something important happens can the importance of the neighbors be reflected.

Yang Yibu and Li Hanhan slowly walked into the door of the deceased's house, stood in front of the dark coffin, burned three pieces of paper money, and then bowed to show respect for the deceased.

"We want to open the coffin and have a look," Li Hanhan whispered to the family of the deceased after the salute.

"Officer Li, didn't you just watch it last night?" Because Li Hanhan had just come the night before, the family of the deceased still knew her.

"Yesterday was a preliminary inquest, and today we need further confirmation, and we need to find out the cause of death of the deceased," Li Hanhan said softly to the family of the deceased.

Li Hanhan's soft words sounded like the two of them, which made Yang Yibu look at her twice, which caused Li Hanhan to glare at him.

"Well, open the coffin, we also want to know the cause of his death" The family of the deceased was not a stubborn person either, but after a little consideration, they agreed to open the coffin.

The family of the deceased called out to four sturdy young men, and with a creaking sound, opened the lid of the coffin, and pushed the lid to the ground before standing aside.

Yang Yibu went up and looked fixedly at the deceased lying in the coffin, this is a middle-aged man of about forty, because he has been dead for a long time, his face is extremely pale, there is no trace of blood, his lips are black, and he looks a little scary.

There was nothing unusual to see from the surface of the deceased, and there was no difference from a normal death, Yang Yibu put his hand on the deceased's cheek, stroked the top of his head for a while, and then withdrew his hand in the incomprehensible gaze of the people.

"Do you see what's coming," Li Hanhan asked Yang Yibu in a low voice.

"Not for the time being, don't interrupt, I have to take a closer look" Yang Yibu frowned, and also said to Li Hanhan in a very small voice.

After speaking, Yang Yibu closed his eyes, in the eyes of others he was closing his eyes and contemplating, but in fact he was not, he closed his eyes at the same time, opened his eyes and looked at the dead lying in the coffin.

The dead in the eyes of heaven was a different scene, a dark gray thick line appeared on the door of the deceased's head, and if you looked closely, there was also a faint gray line above his eyes.

There was a strange smile on the corner of the deceased's mouth, and what was even more terrifying was that the deceased's whole body seemed to have been fried in boiling oil, and it was the kind that was thoroughly fried, which was extremely terrifying.

"What a cruel method," Yang Yibu muttered, before closing the Heavenly Eye and opening his eyes.

"Close the lid of the coffin," Yang Yibu, who opened his eyes, said to the four sturdy young men standing on the side.

"Have you found out the cause of death?" After the four sturdy young men closed the coffin lid, the family of the deceased couldn't wait to ask.

Everyone present looked at Yang Yib with their eyes brushed in unison, waiting for Yang Yib's reply.

"Found out" Yang Yibu did not hide it, and directly answered the questions of the deceased's family.

"Died of illness or what" An elderly man in the village asked as he stared at Yang Yib tightly, he had a bad premonition that he needed to get an affirmative answer from Yang Yib.

"He died of a spell, a very old spell," Yang Yib replied in the affirmative, but he bit the word very old very hard.

Hearing Yang Yibu's answer, the eyes of everyone present were full of horror, as if a catastrophe was coming, and they all stood silently.

"Yang Yibu, are you sure" Li Hanhan looked at the frightened people and asked Yang Yibu.

"I'm sure," Yang Yib said in a very flat tone.

"You can help us, right" The old man in the village who asked just now suppressed the fear in his heart, looked at Yang Yibu and said, his tone had unconsciously changed to an honorific title.

"I'll do my best, now that I'm here," Yang Yibu nodded.

"Gather the whole village into this courtyard, and don't miss one," Yang Yibu said to Li Hanhan, looking at the large courtyard of the deceased's house.

Li Hanhan took out his mobile phone and pulled out a call, but Yang Yibu kept walking around the courtyard, walking around the courtyard, and at the same time carved some talismans in the air, underground, on the wall, flowers and trees.

After Yang Yibu did this, everyone in the village, including those from the police station, gathered in the courtyard.

After signaling people to be quiet, Yang Yibu didn't say anything, but took out a stack of yellow talismans from the space ring, chanted words in his mouth, and after reciting the incantation, he threw the yellow talisman into the air, and spit out the mantra "Xun" in his mouth.

The yellow talisman floating in the air, like a rain of flowers, floated in the air, and with the spit out of Yang Yibu's mantra, the floating yellow talisman suddenly exploded with a "bang".

The exploding yellow talisman did not have firelight, did not have the splendor of fireworks, but formed a trace of black gas, entwined and entangled, like a black dragon constantly churning in the air, roaring.

Suddenly, the churning and roaring black dragon cracked again with a "pop", turning into nine tiny black dragons, eight of which flew out of the yard and disappeared into the air after a while, leaving only one to hover and fly over the yard, and then "whoosh" and rushed into the deceased's home.

Yang Yibu followed in at great speed, and at the same time said "two people come in".

Above the stove of the deceased's house, the small black dragon circled for a while, and then disappeared into the stove, and Yang Yibu stepped forward to look left and right.

To a policeman and a villager who came after him, he said, "Bring down the pot on the stove."

The policeman and the villagers stepped forward, and together they lifted the large iron pot from the stove and lowered it to the ground.

"Look carefully in the stove and see if there's anything," Yang Yibu said to the two of them.

The two of them didn't say a word, walked to the stove, and began to dig in the stove to find it, and after a short while, the policeman picked up a stove brick, took out a small coffin made of mud from it, handed it to Yang Yibu and said, "Master, I found this."

This policeman has a lot of respect and trust for Yang Yib, because he is one of the people who was rescued by Yang Yib after losing his soul last time.

"It's it," Yang Yibu said as he took the small coffin handed over by the police and looked at it carefully for a while.

Holding the small coffin, Yang Yibu took the two of them out of the house and came to the courtyard, raised the small coffin in his hand and said to the villagers, "Neighbors, give you twenty-five minutes, hurry back, in your stove or in the fire pond, look for this thing, you must search the two places I said, you can't find two, you must return here within fifteen minutes, please police comrades to look for it together, quickly" Yang Yibu waved to the neighbors after speaking.

When it came to their own safety, the neighbors were very cooperative, and after a while, they all left the courtyard and went back to look for the small coffin.

After watching the villagers disperse, Yang Yibu moved a table, put the small coffin on the table, and slowly opened it.

After the small coffin was opened, Yang Yibu saw a small villain lying in the coffin, this villain was made of noodles, the whole villain was fried in boiling oil, it was fried to golden and crisp, and a small yellow talisman was pasted on the door of the head, and some strange symbols were painted crookedly.

Yang Yibu looked at this yellow talisman fixedly, and after touching it for more than ten minutes, he shook his head and closed the lid of the small coffin with a sigh.

"Did you make a fire on the stove before the deceased died?" Yang Yibu asked the family of the deceased who was standing behind him and bending down to watch the small coffin together after closing the lid of the coffin.

"I was born, but I just started a fire, and he became ill, and he rolled on the ground in pain, and died after more than ten minutes," said the family of the deceased, whose eyes were red, and they sobbed again as they spoke.