Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 81

Plans can never keep up with changes.

Originally, Li Zhuiyuan wanted to make small dishes, labeling each dish with a sequence and cooking them one by one; now that all the dishes are squeezed into the pot together, he decided to change to a hodgepodge approach, which is also a good dish.

Anyway, I'm here for revenge. If I can lean on the enemy's door and watch the fun while taking revenge, it would be double the happiness.

"Remember, no matter what happens, if you can come out to solve it, don't linger inside. We have a formation set up outside, so if we don't use it, it will be a waste. That's also our retreat route."

"clear."

"know."

When he reached the temple gate, Li Zhuiyuan stopped.

The temple door is not a big iron door or a wooden door, but a half-person-high sliding design. It is nominally electric, but is actually hand-pulled, so even a child can easily climb over it.

However, with this door as the dividing line, Li Zhuiyuan smelled a different scent.

It was so strong that Yin Meng frowned, and Tan Wenbin kept twitching his nose.

It is normal for an old temple to have a bit of musty smell, but the question is, where does this strong fishy smell that is almost turning into water droplets come from?
It was as if what was in front of the three people was not a temple at all, but a long-rotten swamp.

Li Zhuiyuan took out the compass and glanced down: a place where danger lurks.

But the problem is, I have been here before and visited the temple. If this is really the layout here, why didn't I notice it that day?
It is not impossible to subvert the Feng Shui pattern. I have done this many times before, but those were all changes based on the original foundation.

But during the visit that day, I didn't see any solid feng shui layout in the temple. The only thing that could be considered good was the crack under the general's statue.

Normally, unless the Feng Shui master provided sufficiently detailed standard drawings and hired a large construction team to completely renovate the General Temple during the day...

No, even if the newly remodeled Feng Shui layout can play its role, this strong smell of corruption cannot be filled in overnight. This smell contains the sediment of time that cannot be fast-forwarded.

Li Zhuiyuan squatted down, stretched out his left hand and grabbed a handful of moist soil, rubbing it carefully to feel it. At the same time, he covered his mouth with his right hand and whispered some words to describe the perception, seeking comparison with the content in the books he had read.

The prerequisite for knowing the coming of autumn from a single leaf is to have a huge database, and the same is true for observing the soil.

Tan Wenbin also squatted down and, imitating Li Zhuiyuan, reached out and grabbed a handful of soil, put it in front of him, and licked it with his tongue.

In an instant, I felt like I was back to the experience of trying the Houttuynia cordata in the mountain city.

As he couldn't make any loud noise, Tan Wenbin could only open his mouth wide and retch silently.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at Tan Wenbin in confusion: "Brother Binbin, what are you doing?"

Tan Wenbin finally recovered and said with a guilty conscience: "Learn, learn from you."

Li Zhuiyuan moved his right hand that was covering his mouth, his palm was clean, then he released his left hand and the dirt fell off.

Tan Wenbin opened his eyes wide, but it was dark and his vision was poor, so he couldn't tell the difference between his left and right hands.

Yin Meng said from the side: "He was dazzled and thought you were eating dirt, so he ate it along with you."

Tan Wenbin: "You..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Water monkeys have the habit of tasting soil, but this method is too quick to achieve success and is not good."

Tan Wenbin nodded immediately: "Yes, yes, I was wrong."

Yin Meng changed the subject and asked, "Brother Xiaoyuan, why does it give me such a strange feeling inside?"

"I discovered this place when I first came to Jiangjun Mountain, because it is a standard water burial site. In ancient times, some people must have chosen this place for water burial."

Tan Wenbin asked in confusion, "But a standard place means it's easy to be discovered, right? Shouldn't water burial be about concealment? If we bury it here, aren't we waiting for it to be stolen?"

“When emperors built imperial mausoleums, they generally assumed that their dynasties would last forever. The dignitaries also believed that their wealth could be passed down forever, so it was not surprising that they built them here. They believed that this place could be protected for generations.

This water burial site must have been robbed by water monkeys long ago, and the temple built on it was also a traditional act of suppression by the ancients in such places.

This is how many small temples built by rivers, in mountains, and in non-densely populated areas came about. Their existence is not to make it convenient for people to worship and burn incense, but to ward off evil and ensure safety. Therefore, the offerings in the temples are often strange and bizarre. Anyway, the form is the only thing that matters, and there is no need to pay attention to details.

However, this kind of place also gave birth to another unique Feng Shui pattern, where black and white are intertwined, good and evil are confronted, the living are not cared for, and the dead do not enter.

Some Feng Shui masters like this kind of place and will deliberately choose it to build a temple or a house. Generally, such a place is called "Yin Yang burial" or "Yin Yang co-residence", which means that the Yin house and the Yang house are combined together. "

Yin Meng: "So the corpse retrievers in this temple actually went through a side door?"

Every industry has its own chain of contempt. Among the corpse catchers, the water monkey is at the bottom. He is almost expelled from the corpse catcher sequence and kicked out to live with the tomb robbers.

Among traditional corpse lifters, there are those who take the orthodox path and those who take the unconventional path. Although the Yin family has long been in decline, they have always regarded themselves as the orthodox family.

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head: "Yin Meng, your family has an old house, right?"

"Yes, but it's in the countryside, no one has lived there for a long time, and it's quite remote, so I didn't take you there."

"If nothing unexpected happens, your old house should also be built in this kind of Feng Shui location, because the job of a corpse retriever is to travel between the Yin and Yang and cross the Yellow Springs, so it is most appropriate to choose this kind of place to build your own house."

Yin Meng was speechless for a moment. She didn't expect that the side door would turn out to be her own.

"It's actually the same with my great grandfather's house, but they rebuilt a new house so it's not obvious. Runsheng's hometown is also the house where Grandpa Shan lived, so it's easier to see.

This type of house is usually built in the corners of primitive villages. There are few neighbors nearby, and if there are, they are only slightly adjacent to one side. It is unlikely to be surrounded by densely populated neighbors.

However, these are the choices of ordinary corpse collectors. This family in front of us..." Li Zhuiyuan pointed to the temple in front of him, "Being able to settle down in a large water burial site is already considered to be a very good one among our peers."

General Mountain has not been developed yet, and the temple is not famous. Upon closer inspection, even the general statue in the main hall is of one of the four generals of the Demon Family, and no one knows from which temple's gate it was smuggled.

As a result, he was still able to get a "protected position" and hang up a sign. Although the funding and benefits were inevitably pitifully small, it could be considered as borrowing the royal aura to protect the house.

The master and disciple were nominally staff members of the temple, but they were just wearing work clothes while the old owner was at home.

This set of methods opened Li Zhuiyuan's eyes.

My grandfather had to go to the police station to get a sign, but people just hung a public sign at home.

“I don’t know what they are planning, but since all the living and dead are here tonight, it’s time to fulfill the plan.

Now, they have closed the door of the yang house and opened the door of the yin house wide.

When we enter the temple now, it is no longer the same as when we visit during the day, but we are really stepping into a tomb.

In short, be careful when you go in later, anything weird could happen in there."

Tan Wenbin smacked his lips and said, "Fuck, that sounds amazing. If developers choose this kind of place to build houses in the future, wouldn't the owners be able to steal an extra apartment for free?"

Yin Meng couldn't help but roll his eyes and said, "You live in the Yang house during the day and go back to the Yin house to sleep at night, right?"

Tan Wenbin: "No?"

Yin Meng: "Which developer would be so stupid?"

Tan Wenbin retorted: "Brother Liang said that with the great economic development in the future, the real estate market will definitely soar. If the Yang house is hyped up, how can the Yin house be cheap?
I watched Hong Kong dramas on TV and the cemeteries there are sold at very high prices. It is possible that we will build commercial housing in small cities near big cities in the future to attract people from big cities to buy houses just to provide an urn for their ashes.

In the community, the place where both the living and the ashes are stored, isn't that the kind of yin-yang living that Brother Xiaoyuan just mentioned?"

Yin Meng felt that Tan Wenbin was making excuses, but she didn't know how to refute him.

Tan Wenbin had a smug look on his face.

Li Zhuiyuan said calmly: "Isn't the small city next to the big city our Nantong?"

Tan Wenbin: “…”

Li Zhuiyuan: "Okay, let's go in. The show should have started."

Yin Meng was the first to roll in, frowned slightly when she landed, leaned over to support herself, and then signaled that it was okay.

Li Zhuiyuan was the second one to come in. When he landed, he clearly felt that the soil was soft. When he stepped on it with his soles, water seeped out from all around.

After Tan Wenbin climbed in, he whispered, "Is the Yin house so wet? And it's foggy."

It was just separated by a door, but the temple was not only terribly humid, but also foggy, making it hazy and only able to see the figures of people around me.

Moreover, the fog seemed to be disturbed and continued to gather here, becoming thicker and thicker.

"Follow me."

Li Zhuiyuan reached back with his right hand and grabbed Tan Wenbin's waist, and reached forward with his left hand and grabbed Yin Meng's waist.

When he was grabbed, Yin Meng's body shrank.

"Brother Xiaoyuan..."

Her waist is sensitive and itchy.

In the past, Runsheng was the one who cleared the way. When Runsheng was not around, Yin Meng, who was more capable of fighting, would naturally take the lead.

Li Zhuiyuan had no choice but to change his position, grabbing Yin Meng's waistband with his fingertips and pressing his knuckles against her back.

There was no other way, he needed to use force to guide Yin Meng's direction.

And they cannot hold hands. The two people who lead the way and the other two who cover the rear must always keep their hands alert to deal with possible changes.

We walked slowly like this and finally walked out of the thick fog. In front of us was a bulletin board with ID photos and names. There were two regular workers in the first row and two temporary workers below them.

Mao Zhushan's name is in the first row, next to it is a photo of an old man, also with the surname Mao, named Mao Chang'an.

Looking back, the thick fog behind them disappeared. The three of them had only walked less than ten meters inside the temple gate, but these ten meters seemed as long as a hundred meters.

It seems that the water monkeys who robbed this water burial site had very good skills. While stealing it well, they also preserved the original layout of the water burial to a great extent, which is why the current cemetery effect is so good.

Previously, this kind of "ghost fog" was a common anti-theft measure in water burials.

Yin Meng secretly reached out and pinched her waist. She felt that it was embarrassing and inappropriate for her to be ticklish in the previous situation.

Tan Wenbin muttered quietly: "Haha, I think we can order a set of action clothes and wear a bracelet around the waist in the future."

Although it was a joke, Yin Meng rarely did not refute.

There were lights on in a few places in the temple, but the lights were dim and had a dark green color.

"Keep going inside along the corridor. Don't go outside."

The corridor is a residential building. Although it is certainly not absolutely safe, if you walk casually in the open area, there will be too many changes.

Along the corridor, I passed an office with an open window.

When I looked inside, I found that the area inside was surprisingly spacious.

Normally, this should be a small office of three or four square meters, or a reception desk, but now looking inside, it is dozens of square meters.

Tan Wenbin rubbed his eyes in disbelief, retracted his head and looked outside and then inside.

He had laughed before and said that he could steal a house with larger area. Now it seems that he was too conservative. How many times the area could he have stolen?
However, it was empty inside and the roof was flat with only grooves around it. This scene looked familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere.

He remembered that this layout was just like the ear chamber that the four people had seen when they first entered the underground palace.
So, the corridor I am walking on now is actually the corridor in the tomb?
The corridor first passes through the office area, and there is a left turn halfway, which leads directly to the main hall, where the statue of the general is located.

At this time, the lights there were the brightest and human voices could be faintly heard.

The group of people who entered the temple earlier should be there.

And that is the switch point for the cemetery and the house.

The last time I came here, I only discovered that there was a mezzanine under the general statue, but I didn't expect that there was such a hidden arrangement. Mainly because I was afraid of the sleeping corpse, I didn't go to the underworld to check.

However, when I walked to the window of the second office, the scene inside was different.

Although it was still the same as the first office, small on the outside and very large on the inside, this time it was not empty inside. Instead, it had six steps with a bed frame on the platform, and an old man was lying on the bed.

The old man had red lips and a pale face. He was wearing shroud and had his hands folded on his abdomen. He looked peaceful.

The old man was the one we saw that day, the one who could be seen as a corpse lifter even when he was walking. He was Mao Zhushan’s master, Mao Chang’an.

he died?
Next to it is a elegiac couplet, signed by his disciple Mao Zhushan.

Tan Wenbin was surprised and asked, "The old guy was killed by his disciple?"

How could it be such a coincidence that the old guy, who was in good health and spirit just two days ago, passed away just when we were about to settle the score?
Combined with the fact that Mao Zhushan had come forward earlier and brought everyone into the temple, it was clear that tonight's gathering was arranged by him, so he had killed his own master in advance who might have been a hindrance.

This main office happens to correspond to the main tomb chamber in the water burial, so from the window, the dead old man looks like he is lying on the bed frame in the main tomb.

Li Zhuiyuan reached out and grabbed the door handle.

He wanted to push open the door and go in to see the dead old man, although he knew very well that there was no point in doing so, and the main game tonight was over there at the general statue.

But he just wanted to go and take a look.

However, as soon as the doorknob was turned, the wind around suddenly sounded, as if a dusty tomb was opened, bringing with it waves of inexplicable whistling sounds.

This commotion forced Li Zhuiyuan to let go.

A pool of mud accumulated outside the corridor, slowly piling up and gradually forming the shape of a human. When the mud dispersed, a faceless body was revealed.

Yin Meng and Tan Wenbin immediately picked up the Yellow River shovel and prepared to go up and fight. This was the purpose of their visit tonight.

Li Zhuiyuan said, "She is far away from us. She can't see us now. Pull the net."

Yin Meng and Tan Wenbin immediately pulled out the Homecoming Net again and covered the three of them with it.

Sure enough, although Qiu Minmin was walking towards this side, she walked very slowly and did not pounce over to attack like she did in the dance studio.

This is caused by the lack of corridors. Even death is confined in this kind of Yin-Yang house.

After a lot of effort, Qiu Minmin walked onto the corridor, then immediately rose up, stuck to the top of the corridor, and began to move around in the corridor at an extremely fast speed.

But because the three of them were covered by the Homecoming Net, she could not detect the presence of outsiders, and soon she returned to the main hall and disappeared into it.

Alert lifted.

Li Zhuiyuan hesitated for a moment and looked into the office window again. The old man was motionless, and the ink of the newly written elegiac couplets beside him seemed to be still wet, and the content was full of sincere emotion.

Li Zhuiyuan did not try to open the door and go in to take a look. Instead, he signaled to withdraw the net. The three continued to walk towards the hall entrance, followed the corridor, came to the edge of the hall, and then slowly walked around to a hidden corner at the back before stopping to continue observing.

There are many small black stone lions placed around the hall, and bronze swords are hung above them.

This is something I didn’t see when I came last time. It must have been newly taken out and arranged specifically for today.

It has the effect of isolation, and this isolation is two-way. Unless there is a loud noise like the one before, the inside cannot perceive the changes outside.

Normally, there are very few people here at night, and the layout of the cemetery is enough to block all external interference.

However, in Li Zhuiyuan's eyes, this arrangement was very forced and arbitrary, as if it completely ignored the particularity of the external environment.

Through the gaps in the doors and windows, you can only see the dim green lights inside, and nothing else can be seen.

If you want to get in, you either have to break the formation or go secretly.

"What's wrong with you?" Yin Meng reached out and pushed the shaking Tan Wenbin.

Tan Wenbin suddenly took a breath, as if forcing himself to wake up, and said in a somewhat strange tone: "I slept all day, but now I feel so sleepy for no apparent reason."

At this moment, the light inside suddenly changed color and became milky white, with a halo spreading and overflowing.

Tan Wenbin's eyelids drooped involuntarily again, and he had to twist his thighs hard, but he could no longer control the tears in his eyes because he wanted to sleep.

Li Zhuiyuan: "There's a ceremony going on inside."

Yin Meng: "Why don't I have this feeling?"

Tan Wenbin rubbed his eyes and yawned as he said, "Because you are slow to react."

Yin Meng glared at Tan Wenbin and asked, "Brother Xiaoyuan, no matter what they are doing now, isn't this a good opportunity for us? How about we just break through the formation and charge in?"

Li Zhuiyuan was silent.

Yin Meng was right. This was indeed a good opportunity for a sneak attack. Mao Zhushan and Ran Qiuping did not show any moral principles when they dealt with them before.

But Li Zhuiyuan looked behind him, then looked forward, and shook his head:
"No, wait a little longer. The dead body under the general statue is still sleeping. The main course has not been served yet. Let's not rush."

Yin Meng had no choice but to nod.

Tan Wenbin continued to twist his thighs hard, trying to stay awake. He was actually trying to have sex.

Moreover, what he said to Yin Meng before was not wrong. The reason why she didn't feel anything was indeed because she was slow.

In the coffin shop on Fengdu Ghost Street, Yin Fuhai appeared at night. Tan Wenbin was so stimulated that he lifted the coffin lid, but Yin Meng, who was related to Yin Fuhai by blood, was sleeping soundly.

"Let's go and take a look. I'm also curious about what that guy is planning. Yin Meng, take good care of Brother Binbin." Li Zhuiyuan patted Tan Wenbin on the back and said, "Go to sleep. You don't have to force yourself this time. Come in with me."

After getting permission, Tan Wenbin lay directly on Yin Meng's back and closed his eyes.

Yin Meng helped him up and wanted to support Li Zhuiyuan, but he saw the young man standing there with his hands behind his back, eyes half open, motionless.

Apart from anything else, the boy's posture and temperament at this moment really gave her a sense of transcendence, which reminded her of the portraits of ancient ancestors in the family tree.

Tan Wenbin was sleeping like a dead pig. Yin Meng waved her hand in front of the boy curiously.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Please take good care of Binbin and remember to pay attention to the front and back."

"Brother Xiaoyuan, have you gone in?"

"Ah."

"What did you see?"

Li Zhuiyuan said nothing.

Yin Meng knew that he was annoyed by her.

When the Yin-Walking was successful, different images appeared in Li Zhuiyuan's sight, like a series of glowing doors.

He realized that Maozhu Mountain was conducting a collective ritual of walking into the underworld, and these doors were the memories of those inside.

But how did he do it?
It would be a big deal to hide a switch for the Yin-Yang house in the mezzanine below the general's statue. This kind of collective Yin-Walking ritual is not easy to arrange, unless he uses other forces, such as... the dead body that has been sleeping.

Not seeing Tan Wenbin, Li Zhuiyuan felt that he should have entered a certain door, that is, into someone's memory.

Li Zhuiyuan was not in a hurry to go in and check. For the same memory scene, he could read it many times faster than ordinary people, so he looked around first to check the "environment".

Here, most of the doors are open, only three doors are still closed.

Li Zhuiyuan first walked to a closed door, reached out to open it, and inside was a girl's face.

Li Zhuiyuan had seen this face in the files and in the portrait in Sun Hongxia's house. It was Qiu Minmin.

Why is her face here?
Li Zhuiyuan closed the door. At this moment, he had to doubt again where this environment came from.

He tried to open the second door, but it was tightly closed, as if there was a force inside that was struggling with him. The same was true for the third door.

Li Zhuiyuan began to walk back and stepped into one of the open and glowing doors.

After walking in, he saw Ran Qiuping sitting on a chair. She looked much younger than she is now. Ran Qiuping was clapping and looking at Qiu Minmin who was dancing for her in front of her with a smile and pride.

Qiu Minmin's dancing posture is indeed very good, reflecting her excellent talent in dancing.

"Come, let's watch my daughter dance together." Ran Qiuping took the initiative to wave to Li Zhuiyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head and took a step to the right. A black line extended from under his feet, dividing the picture.

The left side still shows the warmth of a mother watching her daughter dancing, while the right side shows the depressing scene of Ran Qiuping crying heart-wrenchingly while holding her daughter's body.

Oh, that's all.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't feel anything at all. He even felt that it was meaningless to look at this memory.

He took a step back, left this door, and walked into the second one.

He saw Sun Hongxia, who was sitting at the dining table eating with her son Zhao Junfeng. The son was eating with big mouthfuls while the mother was chattering beside him.

Li Zhuiyuan noticed that the bowl in front of Zhao Junfeng was very large, filled with rice. On the cupboard behind the screen, there was a set of training clothes and competition certificates hanging.

"Come, sit down and eat with my son."

Like Ran Qiuping, Sun Hongxia also extended an invitation to Li Zhuiyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan hesitated for a moment, and even though it was a waste of time, he still moved a step to the right.

In another picture cut out from the same column, Sun Hongxia is kneeling on a mat, next to her is her son's portrait on a bench. Together with her dead son, she is kowtowing and apologizing to Qiu Minmin, who is enshrined on a high table.

Li Zhuiyuan exited this door and entered another one. This time, there were a lot of people inside and it was very lively. There were many students and police officers searching the mountain.

Among them, Li Zhuiyuan also saw Tan Wenbin.

A student nearby said, "Classmate, come and help us find the murderer!"

Li Zhuiyuan ignored him and he walked away by himself.

When another student passed by him, he said the same thing again: "Classmate, come and help us find the murderer!"

Li Zhuiyuan still ignored him, but it was obvious that Binbin, who was looking for something eagerly in front of him, was already immersed in the experience of this situational game.

Li Zhuiyuan could only walk towards Tan Wenbin, who was looking for someone with a very excited look on his face!
He was still muttering: "Damn it, Zhao Junfeng, where are you hiding!"

When he turned around, Tan Wenbin saw Li Zhuiyuan. He was stunned for a moment, as if he vaguely realized something was wrong, but he still said, "Classmate, come and join us..."

Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand and slapped Tan Wenbin in the face.

"Snapped!"

Tan Wenbin covered his face, his eyes finally showing a little clarity: "You are, Xiaoyuan?"

……

At the same time, in reality, Yin Meng, who was supporting Tan Wenbin, looked at Tan Wenbin's face strangely and shifted to the left.

She could only reach out and try to straighten the other person's face.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to touch it, the other side of Tan Wenbin's face suddenly shifted. Although the process was difficult to understand, it did return to normal.

……

Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand and slapped him again.

"Snapped!"

Tan Wenbin covered his face with his hands and said in surprise: "Brother Xiaoyuan!"

This is completely sober.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't intend to humiliate Binbin in this way. He was in the Yin state, and the twelve methods of the Yin family and the "Ksitigarbha Sutra" that he knew were torture to Tan Wenbin. If he was not careful, he would kill him here.

A slap in the face is the least damaging option while being effective.

Anyway, Binbin can understand and won’t misunderstand.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, I felt like I had a very long dream. I was catching a criminal in my dream! Hey, are we out now? Did you solve the problem while I was sleeping?
There were a lot of people, including policemen, wearing old-fashioned police uniforms, the same as my dad used to wear.”

"Brother Binbin, we are still walking in the dark."

"Oh? Oh-oh~oh!"

Tan Wenbin finally understood: "Whose memory is this? Oh, by the way, I just saw Wu Xinhui, and I called him the president. Where is he now?"

"Brother Binbin, watch carefully, I will teach you."

Li Zhuiyuan took a step to the right, and a black line extended from the bottom of his feet, dividing the picture.

On the other side of the screen, the figures of Wu Xinhui and Zhao Junfeng appeared.

Tan Wenbin also took a step over here, but he found that he had not come here and was still in the original painting.

He started to jump, but didn't make it over. He started to run, still in the original painting.

Li Zhuiyuan reached out and grabbed him, and using the force, he finally got through.

At this time, Wu Xinhui was holding a dagger in his hand and staring at Zhao Junfeng viciously.

Zhao Junfeng's face was full of panic and confusion. He shouted loudly: "I didn't kill him. It was really not me who killed him. It wasn't me, it wasn't me!"

Wu Xinhui said nothing and continued to move forward.

Zhao Junfeng continued to shout: "Why did you frame me, why did you frame me, why!"

Wu Xinhui: "It would be better if you died, it would be better if you died, no one would know if you died!"

As he spoke, Wu Xinhui lunged forward and stabbed in vain. Zhao Junfeng twisted Wu Xinhui's arm with his backhand, snatched the dagger away, and restrained Wu Xinhui at the same time.

Tan Wenbin couldn't help but whispered, "Zhao Junfeng is quite skilled."

Li Zhuiyuan: "He has won awards for martial arts."

In Sun Hongxia's memory, Li Zhuiyuan saw training uniforms and award certificates.

"Stop, Zhao Junfeng, you are surrounded, put down your weapon and stop committing crimes..."

"I didn't kill anyone, I didn't kill anyone, I didn't..."

"boom!"

Gunshots were fired.

Zhao Junfeng was stunned. At this time, Wu Xinhui pushed back and Zhao Junfeng lost his balance and slipped into the river behind him.

In the picture, the policeman who fired the shot also seemed dazed for a moment and his body shook slightly.

Tan Wenbin said: "Brother Xiaoyuan, it seems that Zhao Junfeng was not shot just now."

It was pitch dark and the other party was holding a hostage. What kind of sharpshooter would dare to shoot directly at the "murderer"? The shot just now might have been just a warning shot fired in an emergency.

Wu Xinhui knelt on the ground, supporting himself with his hands, a look of relief on his face.

The memory screen ends here.

Li Zhuiyuan took Tan Wenbin out of the door.

There was one last door left open with light on, and Li Zhuiyuan and Tan Wenbin walked in.

In this scene, young Mao Zhushan rescued Zhao Junfeng from the river and they were talking.

"The newspaper said that you were shot and fell into the water, and now the police and students are trying to retrieve your body."

"I didn't kill anyone, I really didn't kill anyone, it was Wu Xinhui, it was Wu Xinhui..."

Li Zhuiyuan took another step sideways, and another picture appeared on the side. In the picture, Mao Zhushan found Ran Qiuping, who looked ashen after having just seen her daughter's body.

"Preserve your daughter's body. Trust me, I have a way to bring your daughter back to life."

The two images began to collapse at the same time.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, what happened?"

"The ceremony is about to end."

"Then let's go quickly."

Li Zhuiyuan did not leave in a hurry, but raised his hand, and the images on both sides began to fast forward. The last image was that Mao Zhushan killed Zhao Junfeng with his own hands with a grim smile, and Ran Qiuping knelt at the foot of Mao Zhushan and begged him to resurrect her daughter.

Then, Li Zhuiyuan and Tan Wenbin walked out of the door. He took a last look at the three closed doors, or to be exact, the two doors that could not be opened.

"Snapped!"

Snapped his fingers.

Li Zhuiyuan ended his negative movement and his vision returned to normal.

Tan Wenbin also opened his eyes, as if he had just woken up from a nap and had a headache.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Cracks appeared on the bodies of the little lions placed on the ground, and the bronze swords hanging on them also fell down at this time, and the isolation formation was broken.

At this time, through the crack in the door, you can see that everyone inside has woken up. Mao Zhushan, who was standing in the middle and holding a long incense stick, spat out a mouthful of blood, but his expression showed a strange excitement.

Mao Zhushan: "Haha, you all saw it, right?"

In the previous memory scenes, the people in the room could see the memories of others, and Li Zhuiyuan and Tan Wenbin were later entrants, although Binbin integrated into the room.

Mao Zhushan's words were not actually directed to the living people present. When he said this, he first looked at the faceless dead body hanging upside down above his head, and then looked towards the bottom of the general's statue.

Ran Qiuping rushed towards Wu Xinhui like crazy: "It turned out to be you, you killed my daughter, you killed my daughter!"

Wu Xinhui tried hard to push her away, but the woman was desperate. Even though he was a middle-aged man, he couldn't break free at this moment.

"You beast, give me back my daughter's life, give me back my daughter's life!"

Wu Xinhui shouted: "I didn't kill her, I didn't kill her!"

Zhu Hongyu and Liu Xinya, who were standing nearby, immediately stepped forward to help Wu Xinhui push Ran Qiuping away after they came to their senses.

"You beast, you still refuse to admit it. I will fight you, I will fight you!"

When Ran Qiuping pounced on him again, Wu Xinhui simply grabbed her neck and threw her to the ground. Zhu Hongyu and Liu Xinya also came over to help hold her down.

"I didn't kill her, I really didn't kill her!" Wu Xinhui immediately turned his head and looked at Mao Zhushan, "Did you give us some kind of poison or dream drug? I didn't kill Qiu Minmin, it wasn't me!"

On the other side, Sun Hongxia was in a daze for a long time. She first looked at Wu Xinhui, and then at Mao Zhushan.

She carried her son's portrait to apologize to others for so many years. She had been atonement for so many years, but it turned out that her son was really wronged?
She regretted not choosing to believe her son.

"It's you, you killed my son!"

Sun Hongxia pounced on Mao Zhushan, and a smile appeared on Mao Zhushan's lips.

"Buzz!"

Above, Qiu Minmin fell down, stretched out a hand, and grabbed Sun Hongxia's neck. No matter how Sun Hongxia struggled, she could not break free.

Ran Qiuping had been pinned to the ground by the three men. She turned her head and saw this scene, and immediately shouted, "Minmin, kill him, kill him, he is the murderer who killed you!"

But the daughter, who had always been "well-behaved and obedient", was indifferent at this time.

Mao Zhushan smiled and said, "Go ahead."

"boom!"

Sun Hongxia was thrown out by Qiu Minmin and crashed under the statue of the general.

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Minmin pounced towards Wu Xinhui.

"Ghost!"

"Qiu Minmin?"

Wu Xinhui, Zhu Hongyu and Liu Xinya were so frightened that they immediately let go of Ran Qiuping and stepped back.

An angry look appeared on Ran Qiuping's face. She was about to get up, but the next moment, a hand pierced through her chest.

She turned her head to the side in disbelief, and saw a faceless face, but she always knew that this was her daughter.

"Minmin...why are you..."

Ran Qiuping's blood began to recover rapidly and was absorbed into Qiu Minmin's body.

"Ahhh!"

"what!!"

Zhu Hongyu and Liu Xinya screamed. This scene was indeed too bloody and horrifying.

Then, the general statue collapsed backwards at this moment.

"boom!"

After the trembling sound ended, a bronze door appeared below. There was a pool of water on the door. The corpse lying in the water slowly sat up.

Zhao Junfeng!
Sun Hongxia looked up at Zhao Junfeng and murmured, "Son, you, you are still alive? Mom is sorry for you. Mom shouldn't have disbelieved you, Mom..."

Zhao Junfeng bent down and bit Sun Hongxia's neck. Sun Hongxia's body began to twitch and she could not make any sound.

Then, Zhao Junfeng shook his head, and Sun Hongxia's body was thrown out, and his face was covered with Sun Hongxia's blood.

On the other side, Qiu Minmin pulled back her arm, and Ran Qiuping collapsed, her arm also covered with Ran Qiuping's blood.

"Run!"

Wu Xinhui shouted and prepared to run away. For ordinary people, this scene was so scary that they could not even imagine it in their nightmares.

"Heh." Mao Zhushan laughed.

Qiu Minmin appeared in front of Wu Xinhui and the other two, blocking their way; Zhao Junfeng stood behind them, blocking their way back.

Immediately afterwards, Mao Zhushan flicked his fingers, and a mirror stood up above, and long paintings fell on both sides, forming a ghost wall formation. This was actually very simple, but it was enough to prevent the three people inside from escaping.

"Ah!!!" Zhu Hongyu held her head and screamed.

Wu Xinhui knelt down and kowtowed: "I'll give you money, I'll give you everything, let me go, let me go!"

Outside, Tan Wenbin, who was peeking through the window, looked at Li Zhuiyuan in shock and confusion, and asked in a low voice:

"Brother Xiaoyuan, what on earth is going on here?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "He is practicing... Yin and Yang accompany life and death."

Tan Wenbin looked shocked. Apparently, he had read the book and remembered this passage.

Wei Zhengdao's "Records of Strange Tales from the Jianghu" records: When men and women die, each takes advantage of the yin and yang, and chooses an auspicious or inauspicious day. They kill their closest relatives and enemies, shed their blood, and then form a companion life.

Li Zhuiyuan was deeply impressed by this record, not because of the name of the death potion and the horrifying refining method, but because Wei Zhengdao obviously used a very obscure method in the subsequent introduction of this death potion.

He drew a picture with a throne in the center. It was impossible to tell what sect it belonged to, but there was a pair of boys and girls on both sides of the throne.

The ending is: the Yin and Yang companions of a certain sect lost control of their lives and deaths, destroyed the entire sect, and were later destroyed by the righteous path.

This is a hint and cannot be said explicitly, because it is very likely that only some "righteous sects" like to refine this kind of death-death artifact. The prototypes of the boys and girls in many mythological stories may not be so innocent and cute.

But one thing is certain, the fact that Wei Zhengdao could "speak for the protection of the righteous path" must mean that he was driven by deep interests, which made those righteous people not hesitate to lose their skin. Think about which noble figures can have virgin boys and girls as standard in their seats.

All I can say is that they are all crazy, just like the people in Baijia Town under the river, they are all crazy people who will do anything to pursue their dream of becoming immortals.

Now, the blood of the closest relatives has been shed, and the next step is the blood of the enemies.

Tan Wenbin asked in confusion: "Brother Xiaoyuan, Qiu Minmin was killed by Wu Xinhui, but Zhao Junfeng was killed by Mao Zhushan himself. Could it be that he will have to sacrifice himself later?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Hate relatives."

"The blood of a relative..." Tan Wenbin's face was filled with horror. "So, he killed his father and sacrificed his own father?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "His father Mao Chang'an is not dead."

After hearing this, Yin Meng finally understood why Xiao Yuan had tried to open the door of that office before, and why he had repeatedly reminded her to be careful.

It turned out that the young man had already figured out that Mao Chang'an, who was lying in the "main tomb", was actually still alive.

He is indeed still alive. If you kill him too early, how can you offer a sacrifice? And it will be effective only if you kill him in the hall with the formation pattern painted on it and during the time when the blood incense is lit and burns out.

At this time, Mao Zhushan took out two male and female dolls from his arms. The dolls were tied with thread and pierced with needles. The backs of the dolls had been dyed blood-red, leaving only the fronts with their original color.

Mao Zhushan grabbed the female puppet and waved it lightly, and Qiu Minmin immediately rushed out of the hall.

Because Li Zhuiyuan and the other two were hiding in the back corner, they did not have to worry about being discovered. Of course, in the past, hiding to avoid death could easily become self-deception, but now this was a cemetery, and apart from the direct "perception" of seeing and hearing, the rest of the sixth sense was not reliable here.

Soon, Qiu Minmin came back carrying Mao Changan.

The two enemies were also ready.

Mao Zhushan sighed and looked at his old father and master. It seemed that there was still some father-son affection left between them.

He first raised the female doll and pointed it at Wu Xinhui.

Qiu Minmin let Mao Chang'an lean against the pillar and turned to walk towards Wu Xinhui.

Upon seeing this, Wu Xinhui immediately cried out in fear: "No, no, no, don't kill me, don't kill me! Ah, ah, ah!"

"Crack!"

Qiu Minmin bit off Wu Xinhui's neck with one bite.

"Ugh."

Mao Zhushan sighed at first, then showed anticipation, and gently flicked the needle on the man doll with his fingertips.

At this moment, Mao Changan suddenly opened his eyes and cursed:

"brute!"

Mao Zhushan was incredulous and said, "How could you wake up? I clearly gave you enough medicine!"

Mao Chang'an began to struggle, and the shroud on his body was torn, but inside the shroud, there was an iron chain and a large copper lock tied to it, which obviously showed that his son had made double preparations in advance.

"You beast! I have raised you for nothing, I have taught you for so long, yet you dare to do such an evil thing behind my back. Aren't you afraid of being punished by God?"

"Old man, I picked up that book from under here when I first moved in as a kid, but you hid it away and didn't let me practice. I'm your son and your apprentice, and if you don't practice it yourself, why don't you let me practice it!"

"That is an evil book. It contains all kinds of evil techniques. It is not something we can touch. I myself don't even dare to read it, nor do I dare to practice it."

"It doesn't matter. I found your hiding place anyway. I started practicing eight years ago. The book says that if you have to be accompanied by Yin and Yang and fall down, you can enter the gate of heaven and achieve immortality. I don't want to stay here with you for the rest of my life and be a corpse retriever!"

"Zhushan, you are possessed by a demon. It is not too late for you to turn back now. Really, turn back, turn yourself in, and atone for the sins you have committed."

"I'm almost successful, hehe, turning back now?"

"God is watching you. If you do something like this, you will definitely suffer misfortune and die a miserable death."

"Come on, let me see where it is, old man. I have been fooled by your words until now. Now, go to where you should go."

"Evil son, evil disciple, how dare you..."

Mao Zhushan glanced at the last piece of incense in front of him and said:

“The incense is almost burnt out, and I have to complete all the rituals before it burns out.

So, Dad, go ahead, and after you die, I will break the pot for you."

Outside, Tan Wenbin grabbed Li Zhuiyuan's arm, and Yin Meng was also ready to rush in as soon as Li Zhuiyuan gave the order.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, go in and save the old man!"

In their opinion, now is the best time to take action.

Li Zhuiyuan did not give an order, but said quietly: "What the old man said sounds so familiar."

"Ah?" Tan Wenbin didn't understand what Xiaoyuan meant by saying this.

Yin Meng also cast a puzzled look. Why not take action at this time?
Inside the house, Mao Zhushan lifted up the man doll, and Zhao Junfeng also walked towards Mao Changan.

"You traitor, I will enforce justice on behalf of Heaven!"

As soon as he finished speaking, although Mao Chang'an's body was tied up, he flipped his hands and two thick and long silver needles appeared in his hands, with strings at the ends of the needles.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

Two silver needles popped out from the fingertips alternately.

One of them pierced Mao Zhushan's wrist. He cried out in pain, his fingers spasmed and opened, and the man doll in his hand fell down. The other one pierced into the man doll just right, and then pulled back, and the man doll flew into Mao Chang'an's hands.

Mao Zhushan: "You actually practice too..."

Mao Chang'an gently flicked a needle on the doll with his thumb.

Zhao Junfeng's eyes turned red and he pounced on Mao Zhushan like a wild beast. Mao Zhushan didn't even have time to scream before he was bitten to death.

Mao Chang'an held the needle in his palm and fiddled with the copper lock.

"Click..."

The brass lock swung open quickly, and he took a step forward, the chain falling off of itself.

Then, Mao Chang'an glanced at the corpses on the ground, suddenly knelt down and began to cry:
"Wuwuwu... It's my fault that I didn't teach you well, allowing you to do such a rebellious thing. I feel so sorry for your mother and for the way of heaven..."

I cried so hard that tears streamed down my face, and my heart was broken.

Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng, who were peeking outside, swallowed their saliva subconsciously. This old man is so fierce!
At this time, the two of them gradually came to their senses. This old man was so fierce that it was unbelievable. Why didn't he take action earlier?

Li Zhuiyuan seemed very calm and not surprised at all.

There is no way. It is really the rhetoric that the old man used after he opened his eyes. I have often said that this taste of deceiving the heavens is too familiar.

It was his son who killed the man and committed the sin. He was kept in the dark the whole time, and when he finally attacked his son it was only out of self-defense.

Look, he was innocent throughout the whole process, but in the end he was able to complete the ceremony and got a pair of yin and yang to accompany him through life and death for free.

From what Mao Zhushan said before his death, it seemed that when they chose to settle here many years ago, the young Mao Zhushan picked up a book here and gave it to Mao Changan.

This book should have been left behind in this water burial site.

No one knew whether it was the book's bewitching effect or the things recorded in it that moved both the father and son, but it was obvious that the father was more calculating than his son.

Witnessing the deep love between father and son, Li Zhuiyuan suddenly felt that the mother-son relationship between himself and Li Lan was not that bad.

He and Li Lan only exposed each other's true colors when they met, but Li Lan was really sincere to each other.

Sure enough, happiness comes from comparison.

Li Zhuiyuan looked inside and whispered, "Okay, stop crying, the incense is almost burned out."

Mao Chang'an's crying suddenly stopped. He immediately stood up and walked quickly over to pick up another female doll.

"I am the one who should be in charge of suppressing this kind of evil thing, so as to prevent it from causing harm to the world!"

Mao Chang'an stacked the two dolls together.

Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin also stood together at this time.

Mao Chang'an began to chant a spell, and at the same time grabbed the blood incense ashes and sprinkled them on the two dolls. He then placed the dolls in front of the candle and ignited them.

However, Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin just stood together, and no other changes occurred.

"That's not right. According to the book, they should now present their seals to each other, produce yin and yang, live together, and release the light of brilliance."

As the puppet continued to burn, the eyes of Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin gradually turned red, showing a trend of being out of control.

"No, how could this happen? It's impossible, impossible, must it have failed?"

Mao Chang'an subconsciously looked back at his son lying on the ground.

No, he has paid such a huge price, how can he allow failure.

"What went wrong? What went wrong?"

Mao Chang'an immediately picked up the two half-burned dolls and separated them regardless of the heat. He was surprised to find that both sides of the male doll were red, while only the back of the female doll was red, and the front was still the original color.

This means that Qiu Minmin has not completed her revenge!

"No, what's going on?"

Mao Chang'an immediately ran towards Wu Xinhui's body. His neck was broken and his head was separated from his body. He was dead.

"Why, why was the revenge not completed? Didn't he kill Qiu Minmin?"

Mao Chang'an roared and looked at Liu Xinya and Zhu Hongyu, who were still alive and huddled in the corner. They were so scared that they were a little stunned.

"Isn't it him who killed her? It was you, or you, who raped... killed Qiu Minmin?"

He had completely forgotten that he was pointing at two women.

Liu Xinya: "It's not me, it's not us, we didn't kill anyone, we really didn't kill anyone!"

Zhu Hongyu: "It has nothing to do with us. It wasn't us who killed him, nor was it Wu Xinhui. The three of us were together the whole night."

Liu Xinya pointed at Zhu Hongyu: "She said so. She said she saw Zhao Junfeng running out of the toilet."

Zhu Hongyu pointed at Liu Xinya and screamed, "You are talking nonsense. I didn't say that. You said that you saw Zhao Junfeng running out of the toilet!"

The two women accused each other and finally pointed at Wu Xinhui, who was lying on the ground with his head and body separated: "It was Wu Xinhui who said that he saw Zhao Junfeng running out of the toilet."

Mao Changan roared: "But he is not the murderer of Qiu Minmin!"

"We, we didn't actually see anyone."

"We saw Qiu Minmin was killed when we went to the toilet."

"Yes, we didn't see the murderer at all."

Mao Chang'an roared, "Then why did you say you saw Zhao Junfeng kill him?"

"Who knew that Zhao Junfeng would not cooperate with the arrest and died? The three of us just wanted to provide the police with a clue for fun..."

(End of this chapter)