"Uncle Quan!" Lotte gestured slightly, and said, "Let's take a look at He Ye." ”

Come and see, He Ye, He Ye......

The empty courtyard seemed to have the effect of amplification, and the sound waves rushed back and forth, resonated, and collided between the coffins, making it even louder.

All of a sudden, it will scare a child into crying.

"yes, come and see, look at the ghost. Su Yu almost rolled his eyes, only to feel that Lotte deliberately wanted to test his guts.

"Who is this?" cried out with a withered neck, and it was evident that he was trying, but his voice was still hoarse and slight.

What is rare is that in such an environment, it is very clear.

"This is the new chief catcher in the town, Lord Su, just about to see He Ye!" Lotte lowered his voice, this time there was no response, he was very satisfied.

The whole uncle looked Su Yu up and down several times, as if he wanted to imprint him in his mind, his eyes were distracted but there was a god, and he looked very bluffing, so when Su Yu felt a little numb in his scalp, he trembled and led the way.

"Then, come with me!"

"Don't blame me, my lord, Quanbo's temper is like this, he has lived in Yizhuang for many years, takes Yizhuang as his home, and regards anything in it as a part of the family, and his temper is inevitably weird. Lotte whispered to his ear and explained to Su Yu.

Looking at Quan Bo, who was taking small steps in front of him and stepping up the stone steps of the corridor with difficulty, as if he would stumble in the next moment, Su Yu's lips moved slightly, and the voice came into Lotte's ears: "Quan Bo has lived in Yizhuang for a long time?"

Lotte was stunned, first shocked by the voice that suddenly appeared in his head, his expression was a little panicked, and after two breaths, he understood that it was the art of sound transmission, and he couldn't help but look at Su Yu again, but before he could answer, the whole uncle in front of him suddenly stopped.

"Yes, the old man has lived here for thirty years. After answering, Quan Bo slowly turned around again, his movements jerky and mechanical, his hands and feet still trembling.

Su Wei smiled and nodded, and continued to follow the step to beat the two trembling Quanbo, his steps were slow, as if he was stepping on a strange rhythm, without a sound.

It turned out that he not only transmitted music just now, but also transmitted the whole uncle.

"What are you doing, just the three of us, and you still have to play transverse? This is to retaliate for me deliberately scaring him just now, is it the feelings of the legendary master?"

Lotte's face was a little stiff, and he guessed Su Yu's thoughts. With his realm, he can't do sound transmission, which is the patent of the martial artist who sees it thoroughly, so he was stunned when Su Wei transmitted the sound.

But what makes Lotte uneasy is that what does Su Yu mean by it, because he is a master and can't allow others to make fun of him?

After a trip to the Sword Forest, Su Yu found that with the void's tolerance of himself, the seal was almost the same as a void, and once he needed it, he could unseal it at any time.

If you want to be sincere, the key is to grasp your own heart, and you should be conscious and self-disciplined, rather than relying on the constraints of external forces.

After thinking about this, Su Yu let go of the seal, but restrained himself from using the power of the Xuanshen Penetration.

"Le Zhutou, you haven't answered my question yet!" Su Yu's voice came into Lotte's ears again, and he was shocked to realize that he had lost his mind and had been left behind by the two of them, so he hurried up.

"Don't blame adults!" Lotte clenched his fists slightly, and said softly: "Whether Quanbo has lived in Yizhuang for thirty years, I don't know if I want to come to the town's files, but when I was still a small catcher, Quanbo was already in charge of Yizhuang, and if you count it, there will be at least twenty years." ”

He saw that Su Yu was suspicious of Quanbo, and he had the heart to explain it to Quanbo. Of course, this is the case, and there is no need for Lotte to deliberately conceal it, as long as he comes from the truth.

When it comes to whether Su Yu is making a big fuss, Lotte doesn't think so, and just regards it as Su Yu's professional habits, just like him, after He Huacheng was killed, he almost doubted the residents of the town.

It's just a pity that Lotte still hasn't found a clue to solve the case.

Su Wei waved his hand and signaled that he would talk about it later, because they had already arrived.

"My lord, this is He Ye's room, my lord will go by himself, and the old man will retire. Quan Bo pointed to a room with a closed door, and added at the end: "Please also ask why the master should cover the lid when the lord leaves, so that the old man will not get up in the middle of the night to clean up for him." ”

Whew, whew!

A whirlwind blew abruptly, rolling up the dust on the tattered corridor, which seemed to be bubbling with black air, and the surroundings were suddenly cloudy.

The cold is even better!

Lotte unconsciously tightened the red armor on his body, pulled his neckline, rubbed his palms and said, "My lord, let's go in." ”

"Hmm!" Su Yu nodded and said to Quan Bo: "Don't worry, Su will not embarrass Quan Bo." ”

"This is good, this is good!" Quan Bo nodded again and again, his cloudy eyes were a little more pleased, obviously very satisfied with Su Yu's virtue of respecting the old and loving the young.

But Su Yu really said that he was very worried, for fear that Quan Bo's dry neck would not be able to stand his actions, and his head would be broken, and he would not be able to connect it for him at that time, and this was not a grafted tree, and it could be used if he tied it.

Quan Bo walked away tremblingly, Su Yu watched him leave, and he didn't feel at ease until he walked around the corner, this look, as if watching his parents leave, but really don't be too filial.

"My lord?" Lotte looked strange and scolded in his heart: "Is this a lack of love since childhood?"

"Okay. Su Yu looked around and pushed the door with one palm.

"Squeak!"

The door was obviously not used very often, and the sound was harsh and rough, and as soon as it was opened, a cold yin wind rushed out, but the breath was dry and did not smell unpleasant.

Obviously, Quan Bo takes care of it seriously on weekdays, and he is worthy of the allowance given to him by the government.

The room was large, but there weren't many things, just a thin black coffin and a simple desk. The table was spotless, and there was a dilapidated incense burner on the table, lit with three incense sticks, which were almost extinguished.

Come to think of it, there is no one to pay tribute.

According to the rules, Lotte first took out the letter incense, lit three sticks each with Su Yu, and inserted them on the incense burner, and when the remaining smoke curled, the two stood at the front and back ends of the coffin respectively, ready to open the coffin for inspection.

"By the way, I haven't asked, didn't Mr. He have any family before his death?"

At this time, Su Yu was not in a hurry, so he put his hand on the coffin and put it down again, making Lotte feel helpless - Su Yu really didn't look good to serve.

"What the lord said is that Mr. He is not from the town of Changlefang, but I heard that he has also settled for 30 years. In the early years, I heard that I also had a family, and the other party was an orphan girl in the town, and later died of a cold illness, and He Zongzhu has not continued the string. Therefore, after being killed, there was no worship at all. ”

"It's a long-term affection. Su Yu chuckled lightly, noncommittal.

"Who's to say it isn't?" Lotte shrugged his shoulders and put his hand on the coffin, his eyes slightly suggesting.

"Okay, okay. Su Yu lowered his face bitterly, and suddenly remembered something: "In the morning, I saw your apprentice with a girl, is he absenteeism." ”

"My lord?" Lotte was about to cry, and he was talking about it, and he was very sad and sad when he was talking.

"Alright, alright!" Su Yu finally stretched out his hand, but stopped halfway through.

"My lord?" Lotte shouted a little cautiously this time, because he suddenly felt that Su Yu was really a little ...... It's a bit of a nervous disorder.

"What are you going to do again?" Lotte glared at him with the eyes in his eyes that I had seen through you.

Sure enough, I heard Su Yu ask: "Le Zhutou, did you bring a yellow calendar?"

"This has nothing to do with the open coffin autopsy, okay?" Lotte almost went crazy.

"Don't care about this little thing!" Su Yu expressed his contempt for Lotte's rarity and strangeness, and then popularized science to him with a serious expression: "When it comes to such a serious thing as opening the coffin, it is also necessary to pay attention to the time of day, why don't we go back and pick a good day first, and then come back with three animals and tribute." ”

"Then do you want to invite a few more classes of Taoist monks?" Lotte said coldly, feeling that he was really unlucky.

"Well, that's a good idea!" Su Yu really thought about it seriously, and gave a few praises to Lotte's cleverness.

"My lord, what do you want?" Lotte walked up to Su Yu with his hands behind his back and looked at him expressionlessly, he could see that Su Yu was going to make trouble.

"It's not what I'm going to do, you should ask the corpse brother in the coffin what to do?"

Before the words fell, a black claw silently pierced through the coffin, grabbing at Lotte's back waist, five fingers like fine iron, nails like iron hooks, exuding a dizzying smell, it was an extremely violent poison of rotting corpses.

"Boom!"

A flash of white light suddenly flew out, illuminating the burrow, like lightning and fire, suddenly through Lotte's armor, cut on the black claw, the knife staggered, the blade trembled, as if the chainsaw twisted, exploding a spark.

"Whew!"

But at this moment, a burly figure suddenly tore through the thin-skinned wooden coffin, clasped his claws, grabbed the blade tightly, and hit it head-on. I saw that this person's eyes were gray, his face was like black iron, and his skin was stiff and rigid, like gray rock.

"Get out of the way!"

The change suddenly appeared, Su Yu's footsteps moved slightly, his body flashed instantly, he crashed into Lotte, suddenly relaxed his right arm holding the knife, his shoulder trembled, and his arm was thrown away, as if he was dancing Qing Aya, and the waist knife was like a wave of water, Huo Ran flicked it, the blades were stacked on top of each other, and a coherent force was thrown out from the knife soldier to the tip of the knife, and the black claws were thrown away.

Between the lightning and flint, Lotte fell to the side, and before he could come to his senses, he heard a loud shout.

"Zha!"

The clear sword light slashed up from the bottom, as if splitting the sky, only a line of white light was seen between heaven and earth, and the burly figure was suddenly stunned, and the next moment, it fell to the ground with a bang, shaking the dust of the burrow.

"My lord, this is Mr. He!"

Lotte is worthy of being an old catcher, and after surviving the initial surprise, he quickly entered the role, stepped forward to distinguish the identity of the sneak attacker, and smacked his tongue in his heart.

Because, except for a white mark on the center of his eyebrows, He Huacheng did not have a single scar on his body.

Fang Su's knife cut off the spirit.