Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 276

The seating arrangement at the time of departure played a significant role at this moment.

Because it is ensured that there is someone with very good skills sitting next to someone who is not good at martial arts.

At the moment before the car crash, Lin Shuyou pulled Tan Wenbin, Runsheng grabbed Li Zhuiyuan, and Liang Li took Yin Meng, and they jumped out of the car at an extremely fast speed.

Zhao Yi and Liang Yan both reached out to grab each other at the first moment, and the two even held each other's fingers.

Knowing that the other party had no problem with their skills and reactions, they turned the dunk into a high-five and left the car.

As soon as we left Nantong, trouble came knocking on the door. This is enough to show how much the man under the peach forest had to endure in the past few days.

Looking at the two cars that were scrapped on the spot, Runsheng, who had always been frugal, sighed.

I bought the small pickup truck when I opened a store in college. It is very convenient for purchasing and moving goods.

I put a raincoat on it when I keep it at home, and I don’t use it when I deliver goods.

Because in Uncle Li’s eyes, it’s not that cooking is cheaper than burning oil, but that we have to eat rice every day and we can’t save on it.

Tan Wenbin lit a cigarette and said to Lin Shuyou beside him, "Chen Lin's car is considered as a dowry brought in advance. Remember it."

Lin Shuyou: "I will compensate you."

Tan Wenbin blew a smoke ring towards Ayou's face.

Then, Tan Wenbin threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, saying with emotion: "It seems that we have to ask Brother Liang to come down to earth again."

Lin Shuyou: "Are we... short of money?"

Tan Wenbin: “Hmm?”

Lin Shuyou: "If there is a shortage, I can go back and divide the family in advance."

Tan Wenbin: "It's not necessary. We are not short of money, but Brother Liangliang has too much money. Helping him spend money is like helping him relieve his worries."

Zhao Yi and Liang Yan checked the cabs of two trucks, one in front and one behind. Both drivers were in a coma, but a black square pendant was found in their cabs.

The material is black jade, and there is nothing unusual to see with the naked eye.

Zhao Yi said as he played with it, "It's quite interesting."

Liang Yan handed the piece in her hand to Li Zhuiyuan, and the boy gently rubbed it with his fingertips.

Soon, a hideous face appeared and quickly disappeared.

Zhao Yi stretched himself lazily and deliberately added fuel to the fire: "It seems that the road ahead will be difficult. We have to avoid them."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Why do you want to hide from them?"

Zhao Yi added fuel to the fire: "Yes, there is no point in hiding. It is better to have a good talk with them and try to resolve misunderstandings and build consensus."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Well, let's talk."

Zhao Yi couldn't help but want to laugh.

He knew that this man surnamed Li had no temper, just like he had no enemies.

In the past, he might have tried to persuade the other party to calm down and put the overall situation first.

But this time, there was really no other way. The car was written off just after passing the Nantong boundary marker.

If this matter is not explained, are we going to have to walk to Fengdu?

Li Zhuiyuan took out his small compass and motioned Zhao Yi to hold it for him.

Then, the young man held the pendant in his left hand, and a blood mist condensed in the palm of his right hand. The blood mist quickly turned black and turned into a black hand, grabbing towards the pendant.

It was very faint and light, very insignificant, but something was definitely caught.

Li Zhuiyuan pointed his right hand at the compass, and the compass needle quickly rotated and fixed in one direction.

Zhao Yi pointed in that direction and said, "Over there."

Li Zhuiyuan tilted his head in the direction Zhao Yi pointed and corrected him, "It's over there."

Zhao Yi: "Compass, I can still calculate accurately."

Li Zhuiyuan: "My compass has a fixed error."

Zhao Yi: "Who are you guarding against?"

Li Zhuiyuan said nothing.

There was a buzzing sound, probably a gasoline leak and a fire.

Tan Wenbin immediately looked down at the cigarette butt that he had just stepped out and confirmed that it was not caused by him.

The fire started on the truck and then ignited the two cars in the middle that were severely squeezed and deformed.

In fact, the fire should have been quite spectacular. If it had been an ordinary person, there might have been people in the car with steel bars piercing their bodies and bleeding but not yet dead. They would have watched the fire start without being able to do anything and could only be engulfed by the fire.

However, during this period of time, there were too many skilled people on Li Zhuiyuan's side and some of them were picked out, making the fire seem a bit out of place.

Li Zhuiyuan: "You have worked hard, let us die for a while."

Zhao Yi: "Okay! Ali, get me some paper."

Liang Li handed over a stack of paper and a brush as well.

Zhao Yi held a brush and wrote the name and eight characters of the people present on each piece of paper, and then pushed them forward one by one.

After each piece of paper fell, it automatically folded into a small paper man, and was quickly burned to ashes after rushing into the fire.

The last two pieces of paper fell together, they were "Zhao Yi" and "Lin Shuyou". "Lin Shuyou" rushed into the fire carrying "Zhao Yi". The two of them were very resistant to burning and it was like they were dancing a waltz in the fire.

Tan Wenbin: "Hey, you actually know our horoscopes."

Zhao Yi: "Wouldn't this make it easier for me to prepare gifts and surprises for you on your birthday?"

The two truck drivers who were still in a coma were arranged by Zhao Yi and his team to lie on a meadow beside the road. The loss of their truck and cargo was indeed a huge loss, but they were lucky to be able to survive this "unexpected disaster".

Tan Wenbin had no intention of asking them for compensation. Moreover, since the car was burned, he could avoid the trouble of subsequent investigation and search and could leave the scene directly.

Not far from the accident site, there is a small service area. Although small, it has everything, including a repair shop, a convenience store, and a small restaurant, but it still stubbornly maintains its short two-story building.

There were guests, but not many.

A craftsman was repairing a motorcycle in the repair shop, and a yellow-haired young man was standing next to him, who should be the owner of the motorcycle.

An old woman was sitting at the counter of the convenience store, waving a palm-leaf fan in her hand, fanning herself and swatting away flies.

There was a truck parked in front of the restaurant. Two drivers, one middle-aged and one young, were eating. In the middle sat a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup and a mole on the corner of her mouth. While leaning towards the middle-aged man, she was touching the young driver and saying that he needed to exercise to digest the food after eating.

Li Zhuiyuan and Lin Shuyou walked into the restaurant. The woman stood up, separated from the two people who were taking advantage of her and the two people who were being taken advantage of by her, and walked over.

"What to eat? There are stir-fried dishes and noodles."

Through the window you can see the kitchen, where a fat chef is sitting, drinking tea from a cup. When he sees a guest coming, he spits out the tea leaves in his mouth and moves closer.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't order any food. He walked past the woman and sat down at an empty table.

When Lin Shuyou followed, the woman smiled and reached out her hand towards his lower body.

I've seen many people who are dusty, sweaty and haven't taken a shower for a long time, so when I suddenly see a young girl with delicate skin, my appetite is really aroused.

Moreover, this young man has a fresh fragrance on his body, which is not the smell of perfume, but more like body odor, which makes people want to pounce on him and lick him a few times.

The woman's hand failed to grab what she wanted, and her wrist was controlled by Lin Shuyou.

Lin Shuyou looked at her coldly, pushed her away with force, and then walked over to sit next to Brother Xiaoyuan.

When choosing who would follow Brother Xiaoyuan in, Lin Shuyou was chosen because Brother Bin said he had experience in entering the Sisters Hotel.

But that time, Lin Shuyou just went in and ran out quickly without even having a meal, let alone any other experience.

But since he came in to protect Brother Xiaoyuan closely, he accepted the offer directly.

The woman was about to go forward to chat, but the fat chef came out, motioned for her to step back, and walked over himself.

It sways like a mountain of flesh, bringing pressure.

“Eat something!”

Li Zhuiyuan: “No food.”

"Drink something."

Li Zhuiyuan: “I don’t drink.”

"We have toasts here, homemade, and they're delicious!"

Li Zhuiyuan looked at the fat chef and said, "The penalty drink has been served."

"Den!"

He didn't see how the fat chef made the move, but a shiny kitchen knife was placed on the table in front of Li Zhuiyuan.

"Boy, you don't eat or drink, did you come here just to have sex?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

The woman behind the fat chef covered her mouth, smiled coquettishly, and licked her lips with her tongue. Inadvertently, she licked the thick paint on the edge of her lips, causing a noticeable color difference.

Li Zhuiyuan nodded.

"Haha!" The fat chef laughed. "How old are you? You can't help but come out and play this?"

At this moment, even the two drivers who were eating at the table next to them spat out the food in their mouths because of laughing.

Li Zhuiyuan: "It seems that you are not from that side."

The fat chef's face turned cold and he asked in a deep voice:

"What do you mean?"

"A bunch of lonely ghosts."

"Boy, do you know what you're talking about?"

"How much paper money did they burn for you before they let you help with the work?"

The fat chef's face gradually tightened, and there seemed to be a green glow in his eyes, and a hint of greed appeared in his tone:
"So, how much do you plan to burn for us?"...

People kept coming into the small service area.

Runsheng walked to the door of the restaurant, folded his arms and stood still.

Because the people inside were talking, no one came out to invite him in to eat.

Runsheng sniffed and looked through the glass covered with a layer of dust at the cooked food inside, including the meal that the middle-aged and young driver couple were eating.

After swallowing several times, Runsheng felt a little hungry.

His stomach is very similar to Yin Meng's. If he eats too much light food, he will miss spicy food after a while.

He touched his belly, then touched the shovel.

Runsheng pricked up his ears and closed his eyes.

After a while, he held his nose again to block out the fragrance, and opened a valve on his body to breathe.

Next to the repair shop, Tan Wenbin and the Liang sisters walked over.

Tan Wenbin handed a cigarette to the mechanic, who took it and put it between his ears.

When he passed it to the yellow-haired man again, he took a half step back and indicated that he didn't want to smoke.

Liang Yan: "If you don't smoke, why would you dye your hair yellow?"

Liang Li: "What a waste of paint."

Huang Mao was angry and wanted to step forward to argue, but Tan Wenbin stopped him with his hand:

"Hey, man, what model is your motorcycle?"

Huangmao didn't answer.

Tan Wenbin continued: "Oh, there are quite a lot of modifications."

The mechanic looked at Tan Wenbin and said, "An expert?"

Tan Wenbin shook his head: "I'm not, my dad is."

Tan Yunlong likes motorcycles and has a lot of motorcycle magazines at home. He enjoys driving his own motorcycle or one from the institute.

Holding a cigarette, Tan Wenbin began to touch the motorcycle in front of him.

When the cigarette butt touched the steel plate, it actually burned a hole through it.

"What are you doing!"

Huangmao immediately stepped forward, pushed Tan Wenbin aside, and looked at the hole that was still expanding with great heartache.

Tan Wenbin: "I didn't do it on purpose. It's your fault that your motorcycle is so poor quality that it looks like it's made of paper."

The mechanic took out a pair of scissors, cut off the piece, and took out a stack of colored paper and said to Huangmao:

"It's okay, I have parts here and can help you fix it."

As he spoke, the mechanic looked up at Tan Wenbin and said in a deep voice:
"Young man, you have to pay."

"Compensation? No problem."

“It’s not enough to just pay the money.”

"What a coincidence, I think so too."

Zhao Yi walked to the window of the convenience store and the old woman inside glanced at him.

"Take that pack of cigarettes."

The old woman got off the stool and reached for it. She finally took it down from the high place on the cigarette rack. When she handed it to him, Zhao Yi did not take it. Instead, he said:

"I took the wrong one. It's the one next to it."

The old woman turned around and went to get it again. After another effort, she got it down and handed it out.

"I took the wrong one again. It's the one next to it."

The old woman looked at Zhao Yi deeply, said nothing, and turned back to take it. This time she poked the pack of cigarettes with her dry hands:

“It’s this bag.”

"Yes, that's right."

The cigarette was taken down.

Zhao Yi: "Wrong, it's not this bag."

The old woman stopped moving, her arms drooped, her eyes turned gray, and she said in a cold voice:

"Young man, it's not kind of you to tease an old woman like me like this."

Zhao Yi smiled: "You almost killed us before, so you are being kind?"

A strange color flashed in the old woman's gray eyes, and she asked doubtfully: "You are not dead?"

Then, the old woman opened the account book on the cabinet. On the latest entry, there were eight names written on it, and all of them were crossed out.

"This is impossible!"

The old woman looked up and stared at Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi leaned forward, put his face in front of the old woman, pointed at his face and said:
"He's not dead yet. If you don't believe me, feel it."

……

Inside the restaurant, the fat chef's loud voice continued to ring out:
"Hey, I'm asking you a question. Although I'm surprised you didn't die, this is my territory. I take money from people and help them get rid of disasters. I'm a person of integrity.

Unless you can give more than them, haha!"

When the fat chef laughed, a few little mice came out of his mouth, and small insects flew in and out of his ears.

Li Zhuiyuan: "How much did they give?"

Upon hearing this, the fat chef tilted his neck back, making a series of crackling sounds, and folded his head and body to 90 degrees. When he looked up again, a translucent official hat appeared on his head.

"They didn't burn paper for me, they gave me this hat."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Where is the person who gave you this hat now?"

Fat Chef: "Don't worry, you will see it soon. I will take your soul to see him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the kitchen knife that was originally standing on the dining table suddenly broke away and flew towards Li Zhuiyuan.

The boy sat there without moving, and Lin Shuyou reached out first and grabbed the kitchen knife.

The fat chef didn't feel scared. His white coat fell off, revealing a body covered with disgusting pustules.

"It's a job worthy of a hat. It really takes some effort."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Have you ever thought about why he would rather give you a hat than take action himself?"

Fat Chef: "The officials are afraid of dirtying their hands, so they recruit us street ghosts to do the dirty work. Isn't this normal?"

Li Zhuiyuan said to Lin Shuyou, "Take off his hat and give it to me."

The fat chef pounced.

Lin Shuyou opened his vertical pupils and kicked out. With a "bang", the fat chef flew backwards.

Before the fat chef landed on the ground, Lin Shuyou rushed forward and hit him hard in the chest with an elbow, knocking him to the ground. At the same time, a phantom appeared in his right hand, touched the fat chef's head, took off the hat that did not exist in reality, and quickly retreated back to Brother Xiaoyuan.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, here you go."

Li Zhuiyuan raised the compass, caught his hat, placed the tip of his index finger on the compass, and closed his eyes.

A faint light appeared in the dark vision, and Li Zhuiyuan saw a figure in official robes.

The other party is not far from here, and it can even be said that it is nearby.

At this moment, the other party also noticed the investigation from Li Zhuiyuan. He turned around, holding the imperial sceptre, and said sternly:
"Be bold!"

In reality, the fat chef with a sunken chest climbed up, and as the pustules all over his body swelled again, he roared:
"Kill them now!"

The woman behind him had a tapered face, her clothes spread out and turned into red ribbons, and her feet became like spider legs. Her face shrank, but her eyes remained the same, though mostly protruding.

The two drivers who were eating stood up, tilted their heads to one side, and pressed their bodies together. After landing, they crawled on four hands and four legs.

The mechanic in the repair shop stood up, his ribs protruding from his skin, stretching himself like a white hedgehog.

The motorcycle has completely turned into a paper car, and the workmanship is very poor and rough.

Tan Wenbin said to Huang Mao, "Let me introduce you to a place where paper-cutting is very good."

The yellow-haired man said nothing, but pieces of flesh kept falling off his body. His eyes were full of resentment as he stared at Tan Wenbin.

He must have driven fast during his lifetime, chasing the wind and freedom, letting his yellow hair flow freely.

The old woman in the store had dense white hair growing on her face and long fingernails on both hands. She let out a sharp whistle and grabbed Zhao Yi's face directly.

Zhao Yi dodged the opponent's claws easily, then grabbed the opponent's neck and slammed him hard against the counter below.

"Snapped!"

The counter was smashed to pieces, and Zhao Yi stepped on it again, making it unable to move.

He picked up the cigarette that the old woman had taken earlier, tore open the package, and opened it. Inside were ten slender fingers with nail polish of different colors. After opening the lid, they were still squirming and actively hooked their fingers towards him, as if teasing him.

Zhao Yi showed disgust on his face and wanted to throw it away, but after hesitation he put it in his pocket. He didn't smoke it, but someone must like it very much.

Inside the hotel.

Li Zhuiyuan opened his eyes and used the compass in his hand to determine a new direction. Now that the location of the mastermind behind this wave of attacks had been determined, Li Zhuiyuan had no interest in this place anymore.

The young man stood up with the compass in his hand and said:

"Okay, let's clear the place."

(End of this chapter)