Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 82

"Just give me a clue for fun..."

Outside the door and window, Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng looked at each other in disbelief.

How can such a thing be done casually and be considered as just for fun? Don't they know that doing so will ruin the life of a peer?

Tan Wenbin recalled the scene he saw in Wu Xinhui's memory. The following conversation took place between the two during their confrontation:

"Why did you frame me, why did you frame me, why!"

"It would be better if you died. It would be better if you died. No one would know if you died."

So, Wu Xinhui so bravely chased the fleeing Zhao Junfeng with a dagger, not because he was the murderer, but to make this "joke" come true?

How did such incredible behavioral logic and motivation come about?
Tan Wenbin whispered: "I don't understand..."

From inside the house, Mao Chang'an's hideous laughter could be heard:
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Obviously, the person who is most unable to understand and accept right now is him.

He put a lot of thought into it, planning step by step, pretending not to know and keeping a close eye on the progress, even sacrificing his own son for it, and in the end, this was the result.

"Please, let us go. We can give you whatever you want."

"Yes, yes, let us go. We won't tell anyone about what happened today. We will keep it a secret."

Mao Chang'an stopped laughing. He now wished he could torture the two men in front of him. Unfortunately, Wu Xinhui died too easily and it was too easy for him.

However, just as Mao Chang'an raised his hand and the silver needle appeared on his fingertips again, he stopped.

Outside the window, Li Zhuiyuan noticed this detail and his eyes narrowed slightly.

The old guy was a ruthless character. Even though his plan collapsed and failed, even though he was so angry, he was still afraid of the way of heaven and suppressed his impulse and did not take action.

He really loves himself.

At this time, the blood incense had burned out.

The bright array patterns originally painted on the floor tiles of the hall instantly turned into old and peeling paint.

Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin, who were standing side by side, began to shake, and streams of liquid continued to overflow from their bodies. Because the puppets were damaged, they were out of control.

Mao Changan waved his hand and said earnestly: "You are innocent people, run quickly and be careful."

"thanks, thanks!"

"Thank you, thank you!"

Zhu Hongyu and Liu Xinya stood up and started to run away as if they had been pardoned, but the maze that Mao Zhushan had set up when he was still alive was still there. The two of them circled in the spot for a long time but still could not run out of the hall gate.

Mao Chang'an could break this simple formation with just a wave of his hand, but he didn't do it. Instead, he covered his face, sobbed and cried about his dead son and the tragic things that happened here, then walked out of the hall, knelt down with a plop, and continued to repent to the heaven.

It was obvious that he would not let the two women go, but he did not want to dirty his hands.

Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin stopped shaking, and a strong smell of death emanated from them. Zhao Junfeng's smell was stronger, while Qiu Minmin's smell seemed shallower, probably because the latter had just suffered a serious blow recently.

The two dead men instinctively looked towards the two women who were still running in the house, and walked towards them step by step.

Zhu Hongyu and Liu Xinya screamed and retreated, their backs almost touching the door panel, very close to the position where Li Zhuiyuan and the other two were hiding and peeking inside.

The expressions on Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng's faces changed slightly, because they only needed to show up to save these two people.

But the two were obviously unwilling to do so. Not only did no one try to ask Xiaoyuan's opinion behind them, but one turned his face away and the other simply lowered his head.

Tan Wenbin: "Did you see the two murderers about to kill someone?"

Yin Meng understood and immediately replied, "I didn't see it."

Tan Wenbin hesitated for a moment, felt that this statement was not good, and changed the topic and asked again:

"Did you see Zhu Hongyu and Liu Xinya running out of the hall just now?"

"I saw them, they just ran out!"

"It's great that they escaped and are safe."

“Yeah, I’m really happy for them.”

When people do something that violates "public order and good morals", they often try to find a way out for themselves. The purpose of doing so is to relieve themselves of the burden in their hearts and avoid internal friction.

Many people died in the house tonight. They were watching the show outside the whole time. If they had taken action earlier, most of the people inside might not have died. But why did they take action?
Ran Qiuping and Sun Hongxia had attacked him and others, and Runsheng is still lying in bed recovering from his injuries; Mao Zhushan deserved to die, and his own father and master didn't care; as for Wu Xinhui and the other two... it seemed like no one would turn a blind eye.

After this adjustment, Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng both breathed a sigh of relief and their thoughts became clear.

Even the two consecutive screams coming from the house did not make them feel pity or guilt.

Li Zhuiyuan stood at the back and witnessed the entire inner drama of the two. Anyway, apart from the "explanation of the Way of Heaven", he himself had no idea of ​​this process at all.

Everyone in the house was dead. Mao Chang'an stood up and walked into the house while wiping his tears.

His expression was first stunned, then reluctant, and finally angry:
"How dare you two evil creatures kill lives right under my nose!"

Tan Wenbin couldn't help but sigh: "He is indeed a veteran actor."

Yin Meng echoed, "How dedicated."

Li Zhuiyuan concluded the class: "Remember to study and give your class notes to Runsheng so that he won't fall behind."

Every adventure we take part in together is a valuable experience.

Yin Meng is not as cooperative as Tan Wenbin and always talks inappropriate nonsense. This is because she has been calm since she joined the team and came to Nantong. She lacks the experience of team coordination. Binbin, who just joined the team earlier, talks much more nonsense than her.

Mao Chang'an was ready to clear the area, his plan failed, his son and apprentice also died, but life had to go on.

Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin walked towards him, obviously wanting to attack him out of instinct. He bent down and picked up the two broken dolls on the ground. Facing the two dolls that were closing in on him, he was not at all panicked, and his fingers quickly rewound the thread and inserted the needle.

Li Zhuiyuan turned around, walked out of his hiding place, went straight to the door, looked at Mao Changan, and said:
"good evening."

Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng didn't understand why Xiaoyuan chose to show up at this time. Wouldn't it be better to let Mao Changan deal with the two dead guys first, and then the three of them would come out to deal with the old man?
This is more in line with the three people's previous plan, except that instead of having to deal with the old man first, there is only one old man left to deal with.

But even though they didn't understand, the two of them quickly came to Li Zhuiyuan's side, holding Yellow River shovels, and protected him on the left and right.

Mao Chang'an took the two newly repaired dolls and flicked them with his fingers. The two dolls stopped immediately. He flicked his fingertips again and the two dolls turned around and faced the door.

Then, Mao Chang'an stretched out three fingers with his left hand, swirled his right arm, crossed them, and finally overlapped them:
"Mao Chang'an, your ancestors were stationed at the Qinhuai Wharf in Jinling. I wonder which wharf did you take?"

When colleagues meet, the first thing that comes to mind is actually fear. They try to find out the bottom line first in order to avoid friction as much as possible.

There is no way. In this line of work, everyone has some special skills. If people really fall out with each other and scheme against each other, no one will have a good life.

At this time, if anyone mentions "sitting at the Haohe River Wharf" again, it would be a deliberate joke.

Li Zhuiyuan put his hands in his pockets, too lazy to return the greeting, and said bluntly:

"I'm not sitting on the dock. I'm worshipping the Dragon King of the Liu Family."

Mao Chang'an's expression froze, and he was visibly panicked. He even took several steps back and explained anxiously:

"I failed to educate my son properly, causing him to go astray and resulting in such a tragedy. Now I have killed my own son for the sake of justice and have to clean up the mess. Please understand!"

He was scared.

But his fear was different from Yin Fuhai's shock when he first introduced himself in Fengdu's ghost street.

Yin Fuhai has lived in the small county for generations, and he only knew about what happened on the river through rumors and hearsay. However, Mao Changan was able to get a sign of a cultural relic protection unit to hang on his doorstep.

What he feared was clearly not the Liu family’s reputation in the past, but the present!

This reminded Li Zhuiyuan of the storyteller Yu Shu who had come to Nantong.

It seems that even during the walk after the Ding family dinner in Shancheng, Grandma Liu kept a secret from me. She didn't lie to me, but she didn't tell me the whole truth either.

Li Zhuiyuan pointed at the two puppets in Mao Changan's hands and asked, "Can you throw one over to me?"

Mao Chang'an hesitated.

Eh, is it really possible to throw it to myself?
Li Zhuiyuan continued, "Stop it, everyone outside is ours."

Although it was clear that unless Runsheng was discharged from the hospital with an IV bottle, there would be absolutely no one outside.

But Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng still remained calm and held their chests high, especially Tan Wenbin, who had a disdainful smile on his face.

"Please."

Mao Changan threw the female doll at Li Zhuiyuan.

There were needles all over it, and Li Zhuiyuan didn't take it. Yin Meng used his hands to relieve the force, then took it and handed it to Li Zhuiyuan.

Mao Changan said: "I can fully explain what happened here. It's really..."

Li Zhuiyuan nodded as he checked the doll: "Don't worry, we won't wrongly accuse a good person, nor will we let a bad person go."

The young man was certain that the old man in front of him regarded him as someone like Yu Shu. It seemed that Uncle Qin did not choose a place to live in seclusion after leaving his grandfather's house. He had something to do.

After the inspection, Li Zhuiyuan casually threw the female doll to the ground.

When she landed, the needle was touched and Qiu Minmin made several strange gestures in succession.

Mao Changan asked doubtfully: "What are you doing..."

Li Zhuiyuan pointed at Zhao Junfeng and said, "He is not actually controlled by your puppet. He was pretending from the beginning to the end."

Mao Changan was surprised and asked, "What? How is this possible?"

"Believe it or not, it's up to you. If I hadn't come out just now, were you planning to use this puppet to control them to kill me so that you could complete the last step of destroying the body?

You will die, and he is actually waiting for this opportunity."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Junfeng suddenly pounced towards Mao Chang'an.

Mao Chang'an rolled sideways in an awkward manner and barely avoided it.

He quickly fiddled with the male puppet in his hand with his fingertips, but to no avail. Zhao Junfeng's figure spun in mid-air and pounced again, opening his mouth and spewing blood mist.

Seeing this, Mao Chang'an had no choice but to throw the puppet away and dodge again, but this time his right arm was swept by the red mist. Not only were his clothes torn, but his arm was also burned.

"Why is this happening?"

It was not only Mao Chang'an who did not understand the situation. Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng were the same. However, the two of them continued to have a stern face. No matter how confused Tan Wenbin was, he still forced himself to give an expression of "see, that's it".

At this time, Qiu Minmin was covered with a layer of mud and pounced on Mao Changan from behind.

Mao Chang'an leaned sideways again, took out a silver needle from his hand, stabbed Qiu Minmin, then pulled along the silk thread to shorten the distance between them, and then leaned sideways and kicked.

"boom!"

Qiu Minmin, who had already been seriously injured, was kicked to the ground.

Just as Mao Chang'an was about to ride up and cut off Qiu Minmin's head with the silver wire, Zhao Junfeng appeared, and Mao Chang'an had to give up and retreat quickly.

As he retreated, he still shouted, "Please help me to surrender and die!"

Li Zhuiyuan clapped his hands and said, "You guys continue, we won't disturb you anymore."

Having said that, he stepped back.

"you……"

Mao Chang'an's eyes were red with anger, and at that moment he finally reacted: "You are not from the Dragon King's family!"

Li Zhuiyuan ignored him and continued to retreat. Yin Meng and Tan Wenbin followed him. After the three of them retreated to a safe distance, they stopped and watched the show.

Tan Wenbin couldn't help but ask again: "Brother Xiaoyuan?"

"That night in the dance studio, I tried to control Qiu Minmin, but I found that she was controlled by another consciousness, a ghost.

I was puzzled when I saw Mao Zhushan using the puppet to control the two dead bodies.

It’s not that this kind of evil magic can’t control death.

But I don’t think I can’t compete with even one puppet.”

That night, Li Zhuiyuan was just one step away from completely controlling Qiu Minmin, but the consciousness in Qiu Minmin's body was extremely tenacious and fought desperately against him.

But dolls are inanimate objects, so where does the sense of resistance come from?

Therefore, the one who controls Qiu Minmin is definitely another existence.

Mao Zhushan and Mao Changan both practiced that evil book and used puppets to control corpses, which means that the ones who truly controlled Qiu Minmin were not them, father and son.

Almost everyone in the house is dead. Use the process of elimination to screen. No matter how unlikely it is, that is the final answer.

The one who has been controlling Qiu Minmin is Zhao Junfeng.

"Brother Binbin, do you still remember the memory scene you saw when you were walking in the underworld?"

"Remember……"

"Have you noticed that Wu Xinhui's memory images are very confusing?"

"Ah, yes, Wu Xinhui is obviously not the murderer, but that part gives people the feeling that he is the murderer and is deliberately killing people to silence them."

"It's obvious that the memory scene could be adjusted earlier, for example, Wu Xinhui and the other two didn't actually see the murderer, and the truth could be easily revealed, but this part was deliberately not cut out.

In addition, there are many doors there, three of which are closed. One door can be opened, and Qiu Minmin's face is inside. The other two doors cannot be opened. Since there is Qiu Minmin, there should also be Zhao Junfeng's, but Zhao Junfeng's memory is closed. "

"What about the other door?"

"I originally thought it was Mao Chang'an's. After all, he is alive and in this game. But now I think it may not be the case... It should be something deeper residing in Zhao Junfeng's body, such as the book that they talked about."

"Can a book achieve this level?"

"Some things are very evil. Did Runsheng tell you that there is a copper coin buried at our grave in Shigang? Even though I left home to go to college, I didn't take it.

It’s not that I forgot, but I’m not sure I can touch it now.”

If you get that thing in your hands, you'll get Tai Sui if you're not careful, like an infectious disease.

"So, now it seems that Mao Chang'an is not the one behind this?"

"Well, the mantis stalks the cicada, and a food chain follows behind it."

"Brother Xiaoyuan, did you go out on purpose just now? Did you want them to kill each other first?"

"What else? We are here to clean up the mess. The old man is the mastermind and he must be dealt with. Now that it has been proven that it was not the puppet that was actually controlling Qiu Minmin but Zhao Junfeng, then Zhao Junfeng also has a grudge against us.

They are all targets to be dealt with, so how can we let the old man be killed by a surprise attack? Let them bite each other and bleed first, which will save us trouble."

Tan Wenbin: "Brother, if you feel your brain is heavy and tired one day, I will help you pretend for a while."

Yin Meng then asked: "What is the ultimate purpose of all this?"

"It's not that easy to refine Yin and Yang, Life and Death. According to Wei Zhengdao, only those famous and upright sects have the foundation to try to make this thing.

How could two corpse retrievers, who were working at the dock, cause such a scene?"

Yin Meng looked a little sad. Her family also had a wharf. No, after her grandfather died, she came to Nantong, and her Yin family no longer even had a wharf.

"I suspect that there is something wrong with the records in the book that they got. It is probably the same as your Yin Family's Twelve Methods, a simplified version that makes people feel that it is easy to use."

Yin Meng felt another blow to his chest.

"As for the ultimate goal, although it is a bit absurd, I guess it is rather restricted. It wants to have a carrier and regain its freedom at the same time."

Tan Wenbin: "It seems like the old man is dying?"

Inside the house, Mao Chang'an tried to escape several times, but was stopped by Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin every time, as if they were determined to keep him here at all costs.

"Zhao Junfeng, since you are not under control and have consciousness, you should know that even if you kill me, you will still have to face those three people when you go out later!"

"Those three people may have come a long time ago. They haven't left yet because they want us to kill them first so that they can clean up the mess. If you want to take Qiu Minmin with you, I won't stop you. You two can go now. It's up to you whether you want to poison people to vent your grievances or flee into the river or the sea!"

"Zhao Junfeng, let's join forces first and deal with the three people outside. Then we can decide who lives and who dies. This way, we won't be taken advantage of by outsiders!"

Tan Wenbin: "The old man is a little bit less pretentious."

Yin Meng curled her lips: "How shameless."

Tan Wenbin: "But Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin seem to be targeting him and want to kill him. Are they so bitter and vengeful?"

The dead is not the same person he was in life. Zhao Junfeng killed Ran Qiuping and Sun Hongxia while he was able to control himself and Qiu Minmin. This proves that he had long since broken away from the shackles of his original identity.

Under this premise, if he is really wise, he should consider the old man's proposal.

Li Zhuiyuan: "The book is on the old man."

Mao Chang'an was really forced into a corner. His body was covered in wounds and blood. If he didn't take real action, he would really lose his life.

I saw him pierce his palms with his two thumb nails, making bloody cuts, and then pull out two red threads from them.

The red line is propped up, and the waist is exerted to bounce forward.

Just at this moment, Zhao Junfeng pounced over and spewed out red mist from his mouth again, but when the red mist touched the pop-up red line, it made a "sizzling" sound and not only dispersed by itself, but also failed to block the red line at all.

The red line bounced onto Zhao Junfeng's body, like an ink fountain, leaving a red mark on Zhao Junfeng's chest, and then quickly melted.

"boom!"

Zhao Junfeng was flung away, his body twisted and turned, and the part of his body stained with red lines began to fall off.

Qiu Minmin appeared behind Mao Changan and thrust out with both arms.

Mao Chang'an shrank his body and did not choose to dodge. Instead, he leaned back and his shoulder hit Qiu Minmin hard.

As Qiu Minmin retreated, the mud on her body quickly stuck to Mao Chang'an and poured madly into the wounds on his body.

"what!!!"

Mao Chang'an let out a scream, but he still wrapped his arms around Qiu Minmin's neck with a red thread, and then exerted all his strength!
"puff……"

Qiu Minmin's head was cut off.

The headless corpse took a few steps back, stretched out its arms, pus gushed out from the cut on its neck, black air overflowed, and resentment began to dissipate.

"Fuck, the old man is so strong." Tan Wenbin swallowed subconsciously, "Without Brother Xiaoyuan's backup, Yin Meng and I really can't beat him. How did the red thread come out of his body?"

Yin Meng: "He warms it in his body and uses it as tendons."

"That's so cruel, Mengmeng, can you do this?"

"No, I heard it mentioned in my grandfather's stories when I was a child."

"This set of things doesn't look like the right way at all."

Upon hearing this, Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but think of the bloody gills that appeared on Uncle Qin's body before he went down the river. In fact, the righteous path is inherently bloody.

After dealing with Qiu Minmin, Mao Changan used the red line to force Zhao Junfeng back continuously, but every time he wanted to take this opportunity to escape, Zhao Junfeng would stick to him again, like a maggot on the heel.

But at the same time, this also gave Mao Chang'an an opportunity. He once again pretended to leave the hall, and when Zhao Junfeng pounced on him again, he kicked his feet, leaped backwards, and sat directly on Zhao Junfeng.

He pressed his arms downward and the red line pulled towards Zhao Junfeng's neck.

Zhao Junfeng raised his arms and stabbed them into Mao Chang'an's thighs. At the same time, he opened his mouth and spit out red mist frantically.

"Die to me, die to me, die to me!"

Mao Chang'an didn't care and risked everything.

"puff……"

Zhao Junfeng's head was also cut off and rolled several times on the ground.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Mao Chang'an was covered in blood, like a bloody man, limping towards the gate. Facing the three people standing outside the house, he smiled.

His teeth looked very white against the blood stains.

The red thread in his hand had broken, and the skin and flesh from his face to his arms and legs had visibly loosened, as if he had aged twenty years in an instant.

But he still didn't give up. Knowing that he didn't have the strength to fight anymore, he said, "You set the conditions. Just give me a chance to live."

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head: "You have to die."

"Why? I have no grudge against you."

Li Zhuiyuan replied seriously, "If we don't kill you, the three of us came here tonight and did nothing, which would make us look stupid."

Mao Changan: “…”

Tan Wenbin echoed, "Yes, yes, yes. It's true that the show is exciting and good to watch when you come out late at night, but you have to do something so that you can feel involved."

Mao Chang'an: "Everything I do is in accordance with the rules. If you kill me, aren't you afraid of God's punishment?"

Tan Wenbin pointed at the three of them and said, "It's okay. If we divide it among the three of us, there shouldn't be much left."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Without my previous warning, you would have died in Zhao Junfeng's sneak attack, so your life belongs to me."

Yin Meng looked at Tan Wenbin: "The difference in brains."

Mao Chang'an collapsed to the ground with a plop. He took out a piece of talisman paper and stroked it with his fingertips, and the talisman paper lit up.

He could barely even walk now, and if the bleeding was not stopped the excessive blood loss would lead to his death, so he knew very well that there was no chance of escape for him.

A selfish person is not only afraid of death, but also afraid that others will take advantage of him.

The talisman he had just ignited was the "key" to the house.

The moment the talisman paper burned, the wind in the temple changed its smell.

The original yin and yang pattern began to rub and collide, and thick yin energy overflowed from the bronze door under the general's statue. Groups of green ghost fires rose in the air, and lines of fire appeared on the ground.

"No one of you can take my things away, no one can..."

The fire started to spread everywhere, and soon it spread everywhere.

Yin Meng: "Brother Xiaoyuan, I'm going to kill him, and then we'll leave."

"let's go."

Li Zhuiyuan turned around and ran out.

Yin Meng was a little confused. Wouldn't it be stupid not to kill someone?

Moreover, although the fire had started at that time, it was not yet extremely dangerous, and there was still time to escape even if someone was killed.

Tan Wenbin had already caught up. Seeing this, Yin Meng took a last glance at Mao Changan who was sitting there, and followed him out.

"hey-hey……"

Looking at the backs of the three people leaving, Mao Chang'an laughed, then looking at the flames burning around him, a look of loneliness appeared on his face.

He reached out and pulled out a book with a white cover and a black background from his arms.

Looking down at the cover of the book, hatred flashed in his eyes. He knew that if it were not for this book, he and his son would still be living a peaceful life, passing on the family knowledge, maintaining peace in the area, preventing death from bringing disaster to the world, and not bringing disgrace to their ancestors.

It was because of its appearance that everything changed. It was all its fault.

But soon, greed and attachment appeared in Mao Chang'an's eyes again. He loved this book from the bottom of his heart.

If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening. How could an ordinary corpse-salvager sitting on the dock get the real profound inheritance? It was this book that made him see the real wonders. It turned out that this world could have such possibilities.

Zhushan, my good son, my good disciple, I believe you feel the same as I do.

What does it matter if I lose my life just to see the scenery of that world?
We just failed, we didn't succeed. Throughout history, how many people have been able to succeed?

After all, my father and I have seen more than others and our ancestors...

A cold wind blew, and the first page was opened. It was blank.

Mao Chang'an was stunned. He immediately turned to the second page, but it was blank. He then turned to the third page, but it was also blank. He continued to turn the pages, but they were all blank!
The book is real, he remembers the feel of the paper, but how come the methods of refining Yin-Yang Life and Death, and controlling corpses with needle puppets originally recorded in the book, all of these have disappeared?

“No, no, no, no!!!”

Mao Chang'an kept turning the pages. He could accept failure, he could accept losing his own son as the price of failure, but he could not accept that this was all just a scam from the beginning to the end!

The method of refining Yin-Yang, Life and Death it provided was not true at all. This book made fun of himself and his son. Both he and his son had completely become playthings of this book!

"It can't be like this, it can't be like this, please, please, release the words, release the words, even if they are wrong, even if they are fake, please, give me some words, give me some words..."

Suddenly, the headless Zhao Junfeng in the hall slowly stood up.

Mao Chang'an heard the noise and looked back.

Zhao Junfeng's clothes fell off, and a lot of flesh on his chest fell off because he was hit by the red line before, but deep in the blood and flesh, there was a woman's face, slowly wriggling.

It’s Qiu Minmin’s face.

The headless Zhao Junfeng walked up to Mao Chang'an, stretched out his hand, grabbed Mao Chang'an's head, and kept exerting force.

"Ah ah ah..."

"boom!"

The head exploded, and red and white splattered all over the ground.

Zhao Junfeng bent down and picked up the book with a white cover and a black background. There was a lot of dirt splashed on it, but it disappeared in an instant as if it was absorbed.

There is a woman's face on the chest, her mouth is open, and the book is bitten by the woman.

A pool of mud appeared around Zhao Junfeng, wrapping him up. Before the fire reached here, he moved along the ground.

Escaping from the scorching sea of ​​fire and leaving the General Temple, he headed straight for the nearest river, like a fish that had regained its freedom and was about to return to water.

However, as the fish swam, the firelight of the General Temple below was still so clear.

Finally, the fish stopped.

The mud slowly receded, and Zhao Junfeng looked around. The woman's eyes on his chest kept looking around.

He is trapped.

"Hey hey hey."

Tan Wenbin stood up slowly, holding the seven-star hook in his left hand and the Luosheng umbrella in his right hand.

In an emergency, the Yellow River Shovel is the most appropriate, but when you really need to cooperate and have sufficient conditions and equipment, you have to clarify your position.

Next to her, Yin Meng was holding a Yellow River shovel. Since Run Sheng was not there, she took the lead.

“Hehe, hahahaha…”

Tan Wenbin couldn't stop laughing.

Yin Meng couldn't help but glance at him and said, "You smile like a villain in a TV show."

Tan Wenbin held back his laughter and licked his lips: "Don't mention it, it feels really good to be a villain."

After a pause, Tan Wenbin asked again: "Brother Xiaoyuan, how did you guess that there would be additional questions?"

Li Zhuiyuan sat on a stone and said calmly:
"It's not an additional question. The total score is not satisfactory. I missed a face."

Then, the boy rested his elbows on his knees and held his chin with his palms:
"Don't delay. Get rid of it before the fire attracts anyone."

Tan Wenbin nodded at Yin Meng: Look, who really looks like a villain.

Yin Meng didn't refute.

The two of them chanted: "Three threes bring life, four fours enter Qian, two eights ask for hexagrams, three nines connect..."

Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but raise his hands to cover his eyes. This scene was like memorizing multiplication tables into the examination room. It was too stupid to watch.

Tan Wenbin extended the seven-star hook in his hand and hooked it towards Zhao Junfeng. Zhao Junfeng wanted to dodge, but he was clearly moving backwards, but he quickly took the initiative to move forward and was hooked by the hook.

Yin Meng stepped forward and hit him hard with a shovel.

By the time Zhao Junfeng reacted and wanted to resist, Tan Wenbin opened his umbrella to block all the splashing mud.

He pulled the umbrella away at the right time, and Yin Meng slapped him again with a shovel.

Zhao Junfeng could neither escape nor hide, his attacks were neutralized every time, but he did not suffer any damage at all.

His condition had already been greatly reduced by Mao Chang'an, so he tried to escape by pretending to be dead. In this depressed state, coupled with the suppression of the formation that had been carefully arranged in advance, he really had no room to perform.

The extremely rigid coordination of Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng's offensive strangled any possibility of reversal or miracle.

But it makes this fight a bit boring.

Li Zhuiyuan sighed. If Runsheng was there, with Runsheng's strength, it should have ended long ago. In terms of pure strength, Yin Meng was still far behind. She was more suitable for Tan Wenbin's current position, while Tan Wenbin was more suitable for his current position.

There are still many remaining formation flags under the boy's feet. When there is a looseness or a hole in the formation, he needs to take the flag to repair it.

But in the current smooth situation, the formation is very stable and can hold out until the effect of the formation naturally fades away. He has nothing to do at all.

This is also the reason why he could not accept Runsheng’s mistake last time. There was obviously a more rational team choice, but he was swayed by emotions at that moment.

Li Zhuiyuan's attention was more focused on the book in the woman's mouth.

The copper coin left in Shigang will be very quiet if you don't touch it, but this book should have some kind of activity, it may even actively seduce people.

Forget it, in order to end it sooner, I'll just add fuel to the fire.

Li Zhuiyuan stood up and shouted, "Remember, you are not allowed to read that book later. That book is mine!"

Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng's inner thoughts after hearing this shout were:
Uh, is there any need to shout? If it's not yours, whose else could it be? Even if this book is placed in front of them, they dare not open it!

Just then, the woman's mouth opened, and she spat out the book, which fell to the ground.

Then, Zhao Junfeng just stood there, motionless, and waited to be killed.

Even so, Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng still followed the old rhythm very steadily, attacking and defending at once, until Yin Meng completely smashed the face on Zhao Junfeng's chest.

Finally, with a "plop", Zhao Junfeng fell backwards to the ground, streams of pus oozing out, and black air dissipated wildly.

solved!
"Huh..." Yin Meng breathed a sigh of relief. Her arms were already weak and her palms were bleeding.

Tan Wenbin propped up the Luosheng umbrella on the ground and rubbed his waist.

In fact, during that last period, they knew they could be more unbridled, and they had given up resistance even though people were dying. But there was really no other way. They were still reciting the formula in their minds for fear of making mistakes, so naturally they could only continue to be rigid.

"Close your eyes."

The two of them immediately closed their eyes obediently.

Li Zhuiyuan also walked down with his eyes closed. He could remember the direction below, so he walked steadily and stood in front of the book.

There was no wind, but I could hear the sound of pages turning.

Li Zhuiyuan likes reading very much, but this is the first time that a book has actively approached him.

Unfortunately, this seductive look can only be seen by the blind.

Li Zhuiyuan took out a piece of canvas. The wood flower curls on the canvas were still purple. Every piece was shaved off the ancestral tablet by A'li himself.

Then Ahri personally carved out the patterns, placed them inside the cloth, and sewed them.

Its problem is that it is not as convenient to use as the exorcism whip, but there is no doubt that the canvas has always been the most powerful tool in my hand to cause damage to evil spirits.

Li Zhuiyuan covered the book with canvas.

“Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle…”

In an instant, it was as if water was poured into a boiling oil pan, and I could smell the smell of burning smoke in my nose.

"Ugh……"

Li Zhuiyuan sighed, not knowing when he could see A'li again. This thing was broken and there was no way to repair it.

Soon, the boy realized that this way of thinking was wrong, as Ari was not his tool.

So, he quickly corrected himself in his mind:

A'li is not around, this is the memory of A'li that I keep. If it breaks, how will I remember her when I see the thing?

This idea is obviously much more appropriate.

Li Zhuiyuan enjoyed this feeling very much, because only when it came to A-li, his inner thoughts would become more active, and he would no longer simply weigh the pros and cons and motives.

The "sizzling" sound gradually subsided, and I didn't know whether it was because the canvas was burned through or the thing was finally pressed down.

Li Zhuiyuan bent down, reached out his hand and carefully touched the edge.

Fortunately, it wasn't burned through, but the canvas had become very thin, which meant that most of the purple wood flower rolls inside had turned black.

Fortunately, this book was indeed suppressed.

Li Zhuiyuan took out the purple exorcism whip, wrapped the book with canvas first, then tied it up with the exorcism whip and tied a knot.

After doing all this, Li Zhuiyuan opened his eyes and looked at the cloth bag wrapped in the whip in his hand.

But I can’t let Grandma Liu see this. I can’t let her know that I used the ancestors of the Qin and Liu families to wrap books.

Even after doing this, the boy still felt that it was not safe enough. This thing was not like the copper coin which had an unconscious effect. It had its own consciousness. He had called for it before, and it had taken the initiative to "surrender".

Therefore, it is not appropriate to dig a hole to bury it. If it comes out one day, after being burned so hard just now, it might try to find a new body to seek revenge.

You still have to take it back to the dormitory and look after it yourself.

Li Zhuiyuan took out the talisman paper he had drawn and pasted it on. The talisman paper did not change color and was very stable.

"Brother Binbin, do you still have any talisman paper?"

"Yes, I have them all in my bag."

"You can open your eyes now." Li Zhuiyuan threw the cloth bag to Tan Wenbin and said, "Paste it all over."

"okay!"

In just a short while, Zhao Junfeng's body had turned into pus, and the raging fire in the General Temple below was destined to burn everything to ashes.

This saves the effort of handling the incident afterwards. If it was just a missing case or arson, it would not alarm people like Yu Shu.

Li Zhuiyuan doesn't want to deal with them now, because if the fight goes on, he will easily run into Li Lan.

You have your own path to follow, just like now, with your own team and partners you can trust, although the patient you trust the most didn't come today.

"Pack up your things and let's go back to school."

Jiangjun Mountain is quite remote and taxis are almost unseen at night. To be on the safe side, the three of them walked a long distance away from the area before finding a private car and paying the driver to take them to school.

It was still dark when they entered the school. Afraid of leaving an impression on the security guard at the gate, the three did not go through the main gate but chose to climb over the wall.

Walking on the quiet campus tree-lined path, Tan Wenbin said self-deprecatingly: "Today's bus fare is so expensive. If I don't have money, I really can't get rid of the devil and defend the Tao."

Yin Meng said, "After school starts, the store will start making money. Once we save some money, we can buy a car to carry goods. This will make it more convenient in the future. Prices in Jinling are really expensive."

Tan Wenbin: "Right, our little Nantong is still the best."

Yin Meng: "The prices are similar to those in Jinling, and the wages are even lower."

Tan Wenbin coughed twice and changed the subject, "But, Brother Xiaoyuan, do we really need to be so careful and climb over the wall to get in? Even if the school finds out that Wu Xinhui and the other two are missing, they won't suspect us."

"Five."

"Uh... yes, five."

There is also a shop selling auntie and a dormitory manager auntie.

"Under normal circumstances, we won't be able to trace it back to us, but what if we run into a police officer like your father again?"

I remember that afternoon, outside Meijie Video Studio in Shinan Town, Tan Yunlong just got off the car, looked around, and then walked straight towards me.

Li Zhuiyuan still remembers this scene vividly.

"Ahaha, next time I call my dad, I'm going to tell him what you said, Brother Xiaoyuan. Believe me, my dad will be very happy about it."

Yin Meng laughed: "You two have a really good relationship as father and son."

Tan Wenbin: "By the way, you tell me, since it wasn't Wu Xinhui who killed Qiu Minmin, then who was the murderer of Qiu Minmin?"

Yin Meng: "Could it be that Zhao Junfeng killed him?"

Tan Wenbin shook his head and said, "How is that possible? In Zhao Junfeng's memory, he kept saying that he was innocent and that he didn't kill anyone."

Yin Meng: "Then did you remember what happened when you saw Zhao Junfeng?"

"No."

"I heard that when death row inmates go to the shooting range, they will continue to shout that they are innocent."

Tan Wenbin blinked his eyes. "Oh my god, could it really be that Zhao Junfeng killed the person? Oh, right? If he didn't kill the person, why would he run away? When Mao Zhushan rescued him from the water, he definitely wouldn't say that he was a murderer. He must have said that he was wrongly accused."

Li Zhuiyuan asked, "What are your occupations?"

Yin Meng and Tan Wenbin said in unison: "Corpse retriever."

Li Zhuiyuan: "What are the most basic conditions for the formation of death?"

Yin Meng: "Resentment."

Tan Wenbin slapped his forehead and said, "Then Zhao Junfeng died unjustly. He was wrongly accused."

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head: "In fact, there are exceptions, but the five missing people this time are all related to the case seven years ago. The police will definitely restart the investigation. If the real culprit is still at large, he will definitely be alarmed.

Maybe the real murderer is in this school now."

Yin Meng first went back to the store to put food on the table to feed the dog, and then she had to go to the infirmary to visit Runsheng.

Li Zhuiyuan and Tan Wenbin returned to the dormitory. When they passed by Lu Yi's dormitory, they found the door open. Remembering the previous incident of being possessed by evil spirits, Tan Wenbin pushed the door open and went in to take a look. When he came out, he had a sausage in his mouth:
"No one else is here."

Back in his dormitory, Tan Wenbin was responsible for wiping the utensils and tidying up, while Li Zhuiyuan took the basin to the sink to take a shower.

Just after I finished washing, I heard the sound of slippers behind me. It was Lu Yi, and his face had a mixed expression of joy and worry.

"Brother Shentong, why are you taking a shower now?"

"It's too hot to sleep."

"Brother Shentong, I just got up to pee. Guess what I saw when I came back. The sausage on my altar was gone. It was gone!"

"Oh."

"Brother Shentong, do you think this is a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Good thing the offering worked."

"Really? That's good, that's good. Alas, it's so pitiful. I now suspect that this ghost was also from my hometown when he was alive."

"maybe."

"Then I'll give two more sausages next time. Even if it's a ghost, I can't let the fellow ghost go hungry."

Li Zhuiyuan returned to the dormitory with the basin. Tan Wenbin was sitting on the ground, wiping his umbrella carefully with a towel. He had already eaten most of the sausage in his mouth.

"I'm going to sleep first, bro."

"Well, go to sleep first, brother."

Li Zhuiyuan lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

But he woke up not long after dawn. On the bed next to him, Tan Wenbin, who had packed his things and taken a shower, was sleeping soundly with his arms around his pillow.

Li Zhuiyuan sat up. Normally, unless he had overdrawn yesterday, his biological clock was very stable.

But the boy felt that this stable biological clock was destined not to last too long because it would be missing the heavenly sounds three times a day.

At this moment, a heavenly voice came from the dormitory building outside the window:
"Xiaoyuan, it's time for breakfast!"

(End of this chapter)