Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 180

Lin Shuyou held the map in his left hand and the compass in his right hand, and after going around in circles, he finally found his destination.

Each of them is equipped with a compass, but except for Tan Wenbin who can use the compass to read Feng Shui in a similar manner, the compasses in the hands of Ayou, Mengmeng and Runsheng can only be used as large compasses.

The coordinate point was in a village under a township. Lin Shuyou took off his backpack, held it in his arms, and sat down on the side of the road.

There is a private house next to it, and next to the main house there is a separate small brick house, which is the toilet.

Not long after Lin Shuyou sat down, an aunt came out of the house and served the porcelain jar.

Without pulling the curtain, he turned his body, faced outwards, bent his back, half squatted, pulled his cotton pants down, and sat directly on the wooden chair with two armrests.

Lin Shuyou only felt a large flash of white before his eyes, and then he immediately turned his head away and blushed.

"Whose child are you?"

The aunt, who was using the toilet, had nothing else to do, so she asked Lin Shuyou a question.

“I’m not from here.”

"Oh, you speak Mandarin, haha, where are you from?"

“From Fujian.”

"Fujian, are the people there all doing business and very rich?"

"No."

"I heard that you Fujianese are getting rich and your houses are multi-storey."

At this moment, my aunt was like the empress dowager sitting on the dragon throne, and Lin Shuyou was like the fair-skinned eunuch being questioned in front of the throne.

Lin Shuyou originally wanted to continue sitting here and wait for others to finish using the toilet and then it would be quiet.

After all, the coordinates he found are here. It is afternoon now, and he estimates that the evil spirit will come out at night.

But the voice of that auntie attracted several aunties from nearby houses. Several aunties came out of their homes, came here, and started chatting.

As they were chatting, two of them started to urge for the rest of the room. It seemed that they also wanted to go to the bathroom.

From time to time, he would deliberately call out to Lin Shuyou and ask about his situation.

It is indeed very curious to see a handsome young stranger sitting on the roadside for so long with a bag in his arms.

In the end, Lin Shuyou was defeated, left this most precise location, and walked to a bungalow a little further away.

The bungalow is surrounded by farmland, there is a stream in front of the door, and there is a persimmon tree beside the stream.

Lin Shuyou sat down with his back against the tree roots. Although the distance was a bit far, the plain was wide and he could still clearly see the previous coordinate point.

Just like that, I sat quietly until dusk.

Smoke rose from the chimney of the bungalow, and an old man came back from the path outside, carrying a toolbox and a saw.

He was a carpenter and took odd jobs in nearby villages.

His children all separated and lived on their own, but he didn't want to follow them. He felt that he was already living a comfortable life there, so he and his wife lived alone in the old house.

The old man was very enthusiastic and took the initiative to come over and talk to Lin Shuyou.

It’s just that the old man doesn’t speak Mandarin, and even has difficulty understanding it.

Lin Shuyou thought that he had learned a little Nantong dialect during the time he lived in Uncle Li's house, but he didn't expect that just by moving from one county to another, he would be completely unable to understand the old man's dialect.

An old man and a young man chatted for a long time under the persimmon tree.

Afterwards, the old man shouted twice into the house, and the old woman came out from the small door of the kitchen, glanced at Lin Shuyou with a smile, and went back in.

The old man reached out and patted Lin Shuyou on the shoulder, then tried to help him up.

Lin Shuyou understood that this was a treat for him.

He had supplies in his backpack, so he quickly refused, but the more Ayou refused, the more enthusiastically the old man invited him, and gradually it developed into a tug-of-war.

Even though we may not speak the same language, we share the same passion.

In the end, Lin Shuyou had no choice but to bow, thank him, and agree.

Dinner was not eaten indoors, but outside with two square stools used as a table, and three small stools.

This eating habit is quite similar to that of Uncle Li's family.

Except on rainy days, Grandpa Li's family basically sets up a table on the dam for meals. When people pass by on the village road while eating, they can chat conveniently.

The dish is simple, a bowl of braised potatoes and a bowl of vegetable vermicelli.

Perhaps to entertain the guests, the old woman peeled three preserved eggs and put them in the vinegar bowl, and cut a plate of homemade sausages.

The old man wanted to pour wine for Lin Shuyou, but Lin Shuyou quickly refused.

He explained that he had to catch ghosts at night and was afraid that drinking would cause trouble.

The old man didn't understand. When he saw Lin Shuyou pick up the bowl and start eating rice, he thought that the young man really didn't want to drink, so he poured himself a bowl of rice wine.

The old woman used chopsticks to break the preserved egg, picked up half a piece, dipped it in vinegar, and put it into Lin Shuyou's bowl.

Lin Shuyou took the initiative to extend the bowl and said thank you.

The potatoes were cooked until soft and the sausages were fragrant, both of which are perfect with rice.

As a martial artist, Lin Shuyou had a big appetite and he ate two large bowls of food without realizing it.

When the old woman served him the third bowl, the old man, who had finished drinking and was ready to eat, went into the kitchen to get some rice, and there was only rice crust left in the bowl.

Lin Shuyou knew he had eaten too much.

By now, it was dark.

At the previous coordinates, a platform was built at some point.

There were banners hanging on both sides of the stage and a large speaker on top.

Although the food smelled delicious, Lin Shuyou was sure that he was not distracted, and the table suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Someone started performing on the stage.
“Clang, clang, clang! Clang, clang!”

The sound of children's play came from the loudspeaker.

Lin Shuyou heard Tan Wenbin talk about this local opera, which is also officially known as Tongju.

Brother Binbin said that this sounds unpleasant and only old people like it.

But after listening to just the opening part, Lin Shuyou unexpectedly found it quite good, full of emotion and flavor.

Art is something that has different meanings for different people, it all depends on personal taste.

If he hadn't known that it was a stage built by an evil spirit, Lin Shuyou would have really wanted to move the small stool he was sitting on to the bottom of the stage to enjoy the show.

At this time, the old men and women who were originally eating all sat there stiffly, with a cloudy look in their eyes.

Lin Shuyou closed and opened his eyes, and his pupils changed slightly, dispelling the influence.

He knew that this was a ghost show.

There are generally two forms of folk opera performance: one is singing for people, and the other is singing for ghosts.

In his hometown, on certain fixed days, people would be invited to perform in the ancestral hall at night, and the performance would last the entire night with no one in the audience.

In addition to these two mainstream forms, there is also a special form, which is ghost singing for people to see.

This move is the opposite of yin and yang. When you watch a play and receive tips, what the ghosts want is the life span of the living people in the audience.

At this moment, there must be many people in the nearby houses who are in a daze, just like the old woman and man in front of them. It won't be long before they will spontaneously bring their own benches and sit down by the stage to enjoy the ghost show.

It is indeed a bit fierce. I am afraid it has been craving for this place for a long time.

Lin Shuyou opened his backpack, started to change his clothes, and then gave himself a facial.

Now that the stage has been set up, you can sing but I can't?
After the face-opening was completed, the official stood up with his first uniform.

Since following Brother Xiaoyuan, Ah You's changes are more than just the extension of the duration of his possession.

Under the coercion of Brother Xiaoyuan, the support given by the boy each time he came was gradually increasing.

It can be said that both time and quality have been improved.

The old man and the old woman have already picked up their benches and are apparently about to move down to the stage.

Lin Shuyou took one step ahead and took three steps to praise him.

In the eyes of ordinary people, he was obviously walking very slowly, but his body could always cross a long distance inadvertently.

Come to the stage.

At this time, there was still no one around. There was a group of performers on the stage, but only the "King of Tang" surrounded in the middle was relatively complete.

The rest of the "actors" are just moving costumes, with no visible heads, hands or feet, and they are all floating.

This play is called "The Tang King Visits the Underworld".

King Tang stared at Lin Shuyou standing in the audience and forgot the lyrics for a moment.

It never expected that the stage had just been set up and the show had just begun, and it would suddenly encounter such an existence.

Lin Shuyou leaped onto the stage and swung his trident. There were cries of surprise from inside the costumes around him, and everyone dodged.

King Tang raised his hand and a black mist dissipated from his body. Soon, a group of black shadows like little ghosts appeared on the stage.

According to the content of the play, these little devils were supposed to come to capture King Tang, but now they are all under the command of King Tang.

Lin Shuyou fixed his eyes and looked around.

These little devils kept making noise, but no one dared to approach.

You know, at this time, Lin Shuyou had not yet entered into a state of possession.

The King of Tang was furious and kept muttering and cursing something, but Lin Shuyou couldn't understand anything.

Then, King Tang pulled out his belt and began to whip the little ghosts. The little ghosts screamed and were driven to attack Lin Shuyou.

Lin Shuyou held a trident in his hand and flipped his body on the stage, fighting with these little ghosts. He blocked twice and then waited for an opportunity to attack. The trident was originally an ordinary weapon, but after being used many times by the White Crane Boy, it had already been contaminated with the aura of the Yin God. It was simply a sharp weapon against these little ghosts who were not even minions.

"what."

"what!"

There were bursts of screams as the little ghosts were pierced by the trident. They fell to the ground and struggled, then began to turn into black ash.

It's a pity that the villagers from the nearby houses were still at the stage of carrying their stools and marching towards here, and there was no one in the audience to enjoy the performance.

Otherwise, this extremely exciting martial arts scene alone would be enough to make people applaud and make tonight worthwhile.

Moreover, it is really rare to see such drama on weekdays.

In the boy's play, the Tang King fights the White Crane Boy of General Shuri.

It is comparable to the battle between Guan Gong and Qin Qiong in the new era.

Seeing that these little devils couldn't take down Lin Shuyou, King Tang finally couldn't hold back anymore. He drew the sword from his waist and stabbed at Lin Shuyou.

This is the opportunity that Lin Shuyou has been waiting for.

This evil spirit that sets up a stage to perform is not very powerful, but Brother Xiaoyuan said that to ensure it is done cleanly, we must not only defeat it, but also kill it completely.

Afraid that it would turn around and run away and be difficult to catch, Lin Shuyou did not possess the spirit.

At this moment, King Tang took the initiative to attack, and Lin Shuyou first used his trident to block the opponent's sword.

The evil spirit was very powerful. After a brief stalemate, King Tang began to suppress Lin Shuyou. The weapons of both sides kept moving towards Ayou, and Ayou himself was forced to kneel on one knee.

Just at this moment, Lin Shuyou's eyes widened and his vertical pupils opened!
The aura around him suddenly changed, and the White Crane Boy arrived.

What Guan Jiangshou is best at is dealing with these evil ghosts. After all, they were once ghost king-level beings, but they were recruited by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

The King of Tang was so frightened that he dropped his sword and tried to flee.

How could the White Crane Boy let it do as it wished? He stretched out one arm and pierced the Tang King's chest directly, then retracted it and forcibly pulled the Tang King back to him.

He turned his palm and released magic. White ropes bound the whole body of King Tang. No matter how he struggled, he could not break free, and he could not use any magic to escape.

The White Crane Boy held the trident in his other hand and stabbed it at the Tang King's head.

"what!!!"

King Tang screamed and black mist boiled over his body.

There was a hint of comfort and excitement in the White Crane Boy's vertical pupils.

Ever since this medium followed the young man across the river, he had faced powerful enemies almost every time he descended, and there would often be terrifying giants around the young man that even he could not look directly at.

After a lot of effort, a normal minion finally showed up, and I could easily crush it.

After doing this difficult job for a long time, it is really a pleasure for Tong to suddenly come across an easier job.

The Tang King's miserable screams continued to spread outwards through the loud speakers above the stage.

"boom!"

The loud speaker couldn't hold on any longer and turned into cracked electronic music, spreading in all directions.

The residents around who were holding benches in their hands gradually regained their clarity of sight, as if they had been distracted and had a dream.

The White Crane Boy swung his trident and the Tang King's head shattered.

The costumes fell and the stage disappeared.

The original place is still the farmland.

In front of him, there was a rat as big as a cat, the rat's head was shattered, and a trident stood at the end.

In addition, there was a broken trumpet and two or three old costumes next to the mouse.

The White Crane Boy pulled out his trident, raised his foot, and stepped on the mouse's corpse.

"Squeak!"

The headless rat corpse could actually scream.

This guy actually wanted to fake his death to escape, but how could such a trick be hidden from the boy's vertical pupils?

As the boy let out his last scream, he tilted his neck back with a look of enjoyment on his face.

This voice is the real good singing voice.

"boom!"

Finally, the mouse's body exploded completely.

The boy lowered his head and took a look, still feeling unsatisfied.

In comparison, this time he didn't walk across the river, and the people he dealt with were just such low-level characters, so the merit was not great.

However, when the boy looked up at the sky, he discovered another new phenomenon, or trend.

The young man wanted to set up a temple and build a sect here.

Folk customs are highly regional, and each region has its own traditional characteristics. People have their own territory, and gods have their own range of worship.

The boy began to think in his mind: It would be great if we could build a temple dedicated to officials and generals here.

But soon, this idea was abandoned by the boy.

First, He didn't dare to bring this up to the young man.

Secondly, even if one builds a temple for officials and generals and invites all of them, one will still be at the end of the list. Wouldn't it be that one works hard only to make wedding dresses for others?
Suddenly, another idea came to the boy's mind.

If I don't establish an official general's temple, can I establish myself alone in the young man's temple?
I would rather make a chicken head than a phoenix tail.

At worst, I can go out on my own!

The vertical pupil disappeared and the boy left.

Lin Shuyou stood where he was. As a possessed medium, he could "hear" the boy's previous thoughts. In other words, the boy had deliberately told him this in this way.

"This……"

For a moment, Lin Shuyou didn't know what to say.

How should I tell my grandfather and master when I go back next time?
Can you just tell them directly?
Lord White Crane Boy wants to change jobs?
……

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Late at night, in this high school teaching building, all the faucets in the bathrooms on every floor turned on by themselves.

Yin Meng was sitting on the rooftop, holding a bag of salt and pepper peanuts in her hand, putting them into her mouth one by one.

Uncle Li would take the initiative to buy a lot of snacks for Xiaoyuan, but Xiaoyuan rarely eats them.

Runsheng and Tan Wenbin don’t have the habit of eating snacks.

For fear of expiration, all of these ended up in Yin Meng's mouth.

Previously in the store at Haihe University, her mouth was always busy.

As a result, in order to make accounts more convenient, Lu Yi had to set aside an extra portion of the goods every time he made a purchase to cover the loss of Yin Meng's snacks.

As a person from Sichuan and Chongqing, the love for life is engraved in my bones. While I can endure hardships, I am also willing to spend money.

In most construction sites and factories, when it’s time to eat after get off work, the workers from Sichuan and Chongqing often have the best meals.

Therefore, after Yin Meng came to Nantong, he always felt that life here was boring, rigid and not lively.

After nightfall, except for schools and factories that still have lights on, it is difficult to find a large-scale night snack street in the city.

Therefore, if you suppress it for too long, it will cause problems.

Yin Meng arrived at the school early and waited. It was eleven o'clock at night. The students had just left the teaching building after evening self-study. The lights in the classrooms and street lights were all turned off, and the school was deserted.

And the dirty things couldn't wait to start absorbing this fresh resentment.

Not long ago, several people probably jumped off the building, which made the feng shui here become extremely tense and weird.

Hurry up, hurry up.

Yin Meng was getting a little impatient waiting because she had almost finished the snacks in her bag. She couldn't just satisfy her hunger with compressed biscuits, right?

Finally, in the toilet below, the light bulb began to flicker, and a dark figure was gradually taking shape.

A male student ran back to the teaching building at this time. He was holding a love letter in his arms. He planned to put it into the desk of the female classmate he liked when no one was around.

No matter how depressing the teaching atmosphere is, it is difficult to completely suppress the restless heart of a young person.

After stuffing the love letter into the bag, the male student prepared to go to the toilet.

As he approached the toilet, he saw a wet figure in school uniform walking out of the toilet and looking at him with a grim smile on his face.

"Come down and keep me company...Come down and keep me company...Come down and keep me company..."

"what!!!"

The male student screamed in fear, then he straightened his body and fell to the ground with a thump, fainting.

"puff……"

Yin Meng couldn't help but spit out the peanuts in her mouth.

You could at least scream and shout, or run and escape, but you fainted after the first encounter. With this kind of psychological endurance, how can you even think of falling in love early?
But no matter what, she couldn't watch that boy become the first sacrifice of the vengeful ghost.

Brother Xiaoyuan calculated the coordinates early on so that the evil spirits that came in would not have time to do anything evil.

The whip was swung out, and the body swung down. In the middle, the whip was pulled out and tied again. Yin Meng landed in front of the male classmate in an extremely dexterous way.

Although she survived two serious poisoning incidents, there was no change in her physical strength, but her agility and lightness had improved significantly.

The vengeful ghost in school uniform saw Yin Meng, raised his hands and moved towards her.

The ghost's feet did not move, but liquid kept flowing from its body, as if it was sliding.

"You finally came out. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Yin Meng raised her hand and snapped her fingers, imitating Xiao Yuan's habit.

"Snapped!"

no response.

I snapped my fingers again, still no response.

Yin Meng frowned, she was very unhappy.

The vengeful ghost continued to approach, and was less than three meters away from Yin Meng. Yin Meng could already feel the chilling air.

Yin Meng gave up snapping his fingers, raised his head and looked upward in the corridor.

The resentful ghost continued to move forward without even looking. It could sense that there was no one above it.

There was indeed no one, but there was a bug.

Yin Meng shouted: "Poison!"

The mouthparts of the poisonous insects collide rapidly and secrete corrosive toxins, but the dosage of this toxin is very small and has almost no effect.

But it just crawled quickly along the bottles and jars pasted above.

The cans were sealed with a film, and after the corrosive poison broke it, all the poison cans that had been placed at the entrance of the toilet opened one by one, and fell on the ghosts below like a rain curtain. In an instant, a piercing scream was heard.

The vengeful ghost raised his arms in extreme pain. Pustules kept swelling up on his body, and when the pustules grew to a certain size, they burst on their own.

Its original image was terrifying, but at least it looked like a human being after wearing the school uniform. Now it has completely turned into a mass of flesh.

Yin Meng dragged the fainted male student away and went to the corner.

The poisonous insect crawled quickly upwards, spread its tentacles and landed on Yin Meng's shoulder below.

"Snapped!"

The tumor exploded, splashing out a large pool of pus.

Seeing that the reaction was almost over, Yin Meng came out, took out a can of highly toxic and volatile venom, and sprinkled it around.

Fight poison with poison and completely neutralize the remaining toxins here.

After doing all this, Yin Meng clapped her hands.

I looked up again and saw the densely packed small jars pasted above.

She was thinking, is there a way to bring together a large number of different toxins and keep them in a stable state?

If I can figure it out, I can greatly increase the utilization rate of my backpack when I go out in the future, and at least I can pack more snacks.

It's worth a try.

But Yin Meng suspected that they might not agree to let her try this at home.

……

He fell dead and climbed out of the well.

This is the body of a dead woman, with remnants of clothes from the Republic of China period, such as a cheongsam, on her body.

This well is located inside a nursing home, and many elderly people live in the rooms in the surrounding buildings.

The evil spirits choose different targets for harm and absorption depending on their level.

The blood and energy of the elderly are far weaker than those of the young, but it is normal for people to die one after another in nursing homes.

She can go on slowly and steadily without disturbing the unknown beings above too much.

She continued to move forward, leaving a trail of wet and sticky footprints behind her.

His eyes were constantly roaming around, looking for tonight's target.

"Cough...cough..."

In a room on the second floor, an old man began to cough.

She walked towards the stairs, ready to go upstairs, thinking this was a response from the meal.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of her.

Young, strong, and full of energy!
Greed was revealed in her eyes, and her original plan failed in the face of strong temptation.

She wanted him, and she wanted to suck him dry!

She pounced on him.

Her shadow also pounced forward along with her.

Her shadow took the lead and controlled the man. She opened her mouth and went straight to the man's chest.

At this moment, she was already looking forward to the feeling of hot blood entering her throat.

But at this moment, the man reached out and grabbed her throat.

Surprise appeared in her eyes. Why, why couldn't her shadow restrain him!
Runsheng picked her up and looked at her carefully.

This kind of death would have been very difficult and troublesome for me and my grandfather to deal with, and we would have run the risk of not being able to return.

But now, looking at her is like looking at a worn-out doll.

Almost instinctively, Runsheng stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

Acting alone, Xiaoyuan and Mengmeng are not around.

He doesn't have to hide his deepest desires.

What Xiaoyuan helped him suppress was the evil energy in his body, but this energy came from his soul and could not be stripped away.

He still needs to light incense when he eats.

It would be great if I could eat her every meal.

A look of fear appeared on the woman's face, because she felt that when she treated him as food, he also treated her as food.

Runsheng carried her back to the well, but didn't rush to eat her.

Because Xiaoyuan drew two circles on his map.

The woman struggled constantly, trying to break free, but Runsheng's hands were like fine iron pliers, holding her tightly.

Seeing that the other dead man had not come out yet, Runsheng had no choice but to turn around and leave his back to the wellhead.

At this time, a new figure emerged from the well. It was a man in a brown suit, but like the woman, his clothes were already in tatters.

The man opened his mouth and rushed towards Runsheng's back.

The valve on Runsheng's back was open, preventing men from getting close.

The next moment, Runsheng pulled out the Yellow River shovel that he had just sharpened in the morning, and with a horizontal slash, the man's head was separated from his neck and rolled to the ground.

"Crack!"

Then, Runsheng broke the woman's neck.

The dead bodies at both ends began to dissipate, and soon turned into a pool of liquid.

Runsheng swallowed, walked to the two bodies and squatted down.

At this time, you have to take advantage of the coolness.

Runsheng lowered his head and opened his mouth, but just as he was about to bite, a strong feeling of rejection came from the bottom of his heart.

"what happened……"

Runsheng couldn't understand.

He lowered his head again and wanted to open his mouth. In the past, he would feel extremely satisfied and happy at this moment, but the result of doing it again was still extremely nauseous.

It’s just like when you normally eat, if you don’t light any incense, you’re clearly very hungry and want to eat, but as soon as you put it in your mouth, you’ll feel extremely repulsive.

Runsheng had no choice but to drag the two disintegrating bodies out of the nursing home, find a desolate place, and throw them in.

The two of them were still dissolving, and the rising black air used to be the aroma of hot rice and meat.

Runsheng still felt hungry and he still wanted to eat.

He decided to give it one more try, so he squatted down, leaned closer, and opened his mouth.

No, still not!
Runsheng stood up, and a faint scarlet color appeared under his eyes.

Based on what Xiaoyuan told him and his previous attempts, Runsheng finally confirmed one thing.

That is, he still wanted to eat dirty meat, and this desire became even stronger because the evil in his body was suppressed.

However, he could no longer eat ordinary food.

He felt very self-blaming and guilty, and felt that for a child who grew up in a poor family, this was a very serious crime.

That is,
He has a picky mouth.

……

"Jingle Bell!"

The phone in Tan Yunlong's office rang and he reached out to answer it.

"Hello, I'm Tan Yunlong."

"Dad, I knew you were still in the office."

"Stinky boy."

Tan Yunlong recognized his son's voice.

"Dad, I'm not saying anything, but look at what time it is now, why are you still working and not coming home?"

"The sun is rising from the west. Are you calling me to urge me to rest?"

"What I mean is, if my mother divorces you because of your constant focus on work and your lack of time at home, I won't be able to stand by you and speak for you."

Tan Yunlong wrapped his fingers around the telephone cord. He wished the cord was wrapped around the neck of the person on the other end of the line.

Unfortunately, it is difficult for him to see his son now.

In the past, he would take time out of work to visit his son at school. He would indeed miss him after not seeing him for a while.

However, my son did not return to school after the New Year.

If I neglect my studies because of playing around, that's fine. It's a good excuse to unbuckle my belt.

But he had asked the school and found that his son had all the necessary documents, so he could start his internship in advance.

The construction of our motherland is in full swing, do even freshmen have to get involved in the work so soon?
However, as an old criminal investigator who has been in the same unit for half his life, he can tell from these procedures that his son has been given a good opportunity that others can hardly imagine. As long as he can do well on this path, he will definitely make a name for himself in this industry in the future.

Although you both graduated, you have four more years of work experience than others, and you are working under a famous teacher in the industry.

Anyway, no matter what his father and father-in-law think, Tan Yunlong has given up the idea of ​​letting his son become a police officer after graduation.

Because, even if he was extremely selfish, it would be impossible for him to pave the way for his son to such an extent.

"Dad, seriously, you have to take better care of my mom. It's not easy for my mom to have you all these years."

"I haven't seen you take time to spend more time with your partner."

"I can't help it. I inherited your bad habits. It's your fault."

"Let the fart go."

"I want to report a case."

Tan Yunlong let go of the hand that was pulling the string, sat up straight, and said seriously, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Let me tell you first, and then you decide how to do it."

Tan Wenbin talked about the Wu family's affairs.

Tan Yunlong lit a cigarette and fell silent. After a while, he said, "If this case is true, it will be very difficult to handle."

"I know."

Tan Wenbin on the other end of the phone spoke in a calm tone. He certainly knew that this case was not easy to handle, but he still had to go through the necessary procedures.

"I'll call my former colleagues and ask them to look into it."

"Ok."

"Anything else?"

"No."

"It's so late, why haven't you rested yet?" Tan Yunlong heard the sound of a car horn outside, "Is it outside?"

"No, there's a Hong Kong movie on TV."

“People in Hong Kong movies speak Nantong dialect?”

"Nantong dialect dubbing version."

"you……"

"Dad, the minute is almost up. I'm hanging up."

"beep……"

Tan Yunlong pressed the phone and redialed.

At Tan Wenbin's place, I asked the store owner for a bottle of drink and paid the bill.

Then he drank his drink, walked to the side of the road, and hailed a taxi that happened to be passing by.

The taxi had its red light on, indicating it had passengers, but there was no one inside.

The driver slowed down, pulled over, rolled down the window, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Tan Wenbin told the destination.

"Get in the car. My family lives right there."

"Isn't this a coincidence, haha."

"Special love is for the special you, my loneliness cannot escape your eyes!"

In the passenger seat of the taxi, Tan Wenbin sang along with the music on the car radio.

His devotion inspired the driver who was driving to sing along with him.

The journey was a bit long, and after the two finished singing, the driver handed his water cup to Tan Wenbin, and the two started chatting.

The destination is by the river.

When we were almost there, the driver said:

"I've brought someone here several times before, and I was always curious. There's no village or shop in the middle of nowhere, so why does that guy always like to come here?"

Tan Wenbin looked at the map, then looked at the river outside the window at night, and said with a smile:

"Maybe he's here to jump into the river."

"Haha, even if he was jumping into the river, how could he jump so many times at once? How many lives does he have?"

"Who knows? Young people nowadays have very unique interests and hobbies. I don't understand."

"You look quite young, aren't you quite normal?"

"Is it? lol."

"arrive."

"Ah."

Tan Wenbin took out the money and handed it to the driver.

The driver asked as he gave me the change: "Are you leaving later?"

"Why, from what you said, you want to stay and wait for me?"

“It’s hard to get a taxi here.”

"Aren't you in a hurry to go home?"

"It's time to go home from get off work, but my wife and children must have gone to bed long ago. In the past, only my mother would wait for me at home with the lights on and leave food for me.

I told her not to wait for me and go to bed early, but she said she was worried that it was unsafe for me to drive a sports car at night, and she couldn't sleep if I didn't come back. "

Tan Wenbin turned around, glanced at the back seat, and said, "Auntie is gone."

"Well, how do you know?"

"You said it in the past."

"She passed away a while ago, of a stroke, she died in her sleep, she didn't suffer much. Tomorrow is her 57th day.

I won't be driving tomorrow. If you don't take too long, I'll wait for you here and take you back. It's quite relaxing to chat with you."

"Want to talk to Auntie?"

"what?"

Tan Wenbin took out a mind-clearing talisman and stuck it on the driver's forehead.

The driver had a puzzled look on his face at first, but once the talisman was pasted on, he calmed down and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

He was already exhausted from the whole day, and now that his mind was at peace, the thing he wanted most was to sleep.

Tan Wenbin reached out and grabbed the driver's wrist and started to do something sneaky.

The driver opened his eyes drowsily, as if he was dreaming, and he also felt that he was dreaming.

Tan Wenbin gestured for him to look back. The driver turned around and saw his mother sitting in the back seat.

His mother had been sitting in the back, worried about her son.

This is not a ghost, nor does it hold any resentment. Rather, it is an obsession formed by the bondage of longing, and it will not harm anyone.

Tan Wenbin said, "Let's chat and talk. I'll give you a chance to meet him again. For his own good, don't continue to follow the car. It's not good for his luck."

The old woman nodded to Tan Wenbin and gave him a grateful look.

"mom……"

Tan Wenbin got out of the car and walked to the river alone.

Just now, it was just a small episode. That taxi was not his target today.

In other words, this normal obsession would not be enough for Brother Xiaoyuan to choose him to solve.

Many people will dream about their loved ones after they pass away. In fact, many times, this is not a dream.

Tan Wenbin picked his ears. He felt that he had become a completely different person since his two godsons had nothing better to do.

Some things are easier to do than before.

After going down the slope, Tan Wenbin continued walking towards the river.

When assigning tasks, Brother Xiaoyuan emphasized one point, saying that the position assigned to him had the heaviest evil aura and the strongest compass sensitivity.

The other partners clearly showed confusion on their faces. Everyone acknowledged the role that Tan Wenbin could play in the team, but in terms of individual strength, the most powerful evil spirit should be dealt with by Runsheng, or at least by Lin Shuyou.

It’s not that Tan Wenbin’s ghost-controlling skills are not strong, and after Tan Wenbin falls asleep, the effect of his ghost-controlling skills will only be more powerful, but that will come at the cost of shortening his lifespan.

Tan Wenbin took the map, glanced at it, and said with a smile: "Small problem, just sprinkle some water."

Walking to the riverside, we could hear the sound of water lapping against the shore.

That’s right, it’s this location.

I looked at my watch and it was almost time.

Tan Wenbin stood by the river, waiting patiently.

Not long after, a red dress floated over the river in the distance.

Generally speaking, evil spirits wearing red clothes are often more ferocious.

And when you look at her, you will feel as if your vision is distorted, and your head will feel dizzy and uncomfortable.

However, instead of looking away, Tan Wenbin continued to stare at her with a smile on his face.

The sound of the wind howling could be heard beside my ears.

"Whoo~~~"

Tan Wenbin whistled frivolously.

On the river, a woman in red stood up. She felt the provocation from Tan Wenbin and she was angry.

That strong resentment was like substance.

Brother Xiaoyuan is right, this is indeed a big evil spirit.

Even if Runsheng or Ayou came, it would be difficult and dangerous to deal with her alone.

Because this kind of evil spirit has many methods, she will most likely not choose to engage in close combat with you.

A woman's whisper could be heard in Tan Wenbin's ears.

Fortunately, he has two godsons by his side, otherwise he would have gone crazy by now.

But even so, he still felt an extremely severe headache, as if his brain was about to be torn apart.

They haven't even started fighting yet, they're just staring at each other from such a distance. If he doesn't use the ghost-controlling technique, he will almost be unable to hold on.

Tan Wenbin took out a cigarette box, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

I tried rubbing the lighter a few times, but the flame was quickly extinguished by the river breeze.

Tan Wenbin simply took out a piece of yellow paper, folded it into a concave shape, and then put the lighter inside to rub it. Soon, the yellow paper caught fire.

He held the burning yellow paper close to his mouth, and with the help of the fire, he finally successfully lit the cigarette in his mouth.

The figure in red flickered on the surface of the river. Every time it flickered, the distance between her and Tan Wenbin was greatly shortened, bringing even more eerie and terrifying pressure.

Tan Wenbin blew out a smoke ring, threw the half-burned yellow paper onto the river in front of him, and then put one hand behind his back.

He said loudly:
"In compliance with the order of our Dragon King, Baijia Town, listen up: Suppress the evil spirits!"

(End of this chapter)