"Yonghou... He was here just now. Where is he now? Maybe he went to the back to eat. He is my family. When he has time, he comes to my place to read cards and helps boil water and make tea.

I will also take care of his meals."

Zhou Fabao led three people to the back, where several old people were sitting there drinking tea and chatting. Zhou Fabao asked: "Auntie, where is Marquis Yong?"

"Yonghou, I saw you here just now, but now I don't know where you are."

Zhou Fabao turned around and said helplessly: "I really didn't lie to you again. I really don't know where he has gone now. What are you doing to him? Does he owe money?" "No, I just want to ask him to ask someone. I'm sorry, boss.

Sorry to interrupt your business, let’s go.”

Li Zhuiyuan walked out of the hall and onto the road.

Runsheng rubbed his nose and said: "Xiaoyuan, it's strange, I didn't smell the smell of death in there just now."

"It's not surprising. Some dead people have special abilities that can separate their minds and bodies. Do you still remember the cat-faced old lady last time?" "Cat-faced old lady?" Tan Wenbin looked surprised, "I came late.

Did you miss any important program?"

Runsheng said solemnly: "If that's the case, Xiaoyuan, it will be more difficult for Zhou Yong to handle this." Tan Wenbin rubbed his hands excitedly and nodded in agreement: "Yes, it will be more difficult."

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head: "It doesn't have to be a fight. He hasn't hurt the villagers yet. He just likes to swim in the river and go home to be with his dead wife and children. There is no reason for us to have trouble with him.

All we need to do is remind him not to be seen by the villagers when he dives, and ask who is the person who taught him these methods. In essence, we can live with him in peace."

"Ah? Can we still live in peace?" Tan Wenbin asked in confusion, "Shouldn't it be that good and evil are incompatible, and humans and ghosts cannot coexist, so must we suppress and kill him?" "Brother Binbin, this will be very tiring."

"Forehead.."

Just like Xiao Huangying, after she took her revenge, she did not continue to harm others, and her grandfather just thought that she was no longer a thing and did not want to continue to deal with her. "Then... where should we find Zhou Yong now?

, should we go to his house or go to the river again?"

Li Zhuiyuan smiled, looked at the rice fields in front of him, and said:

"Maybe, they are standing somewhere right now, staring at us."

Even if he was deliberately hiding from him, Li Zhuiyuan didn't panic. He had plenty of ways to force him out for a conversation. But before that, there was another thing that needed to be resolved first, and that was that it was getting dark soon.

Li Zhuiyuan touched his pocket, took out the money and handed it to Runsheng: "Brother Runsheng, go and buy more high-strength liquor and cooked vegetables. It's time for us to have dinner." When they returned to Uncle Shan's house, the two old men were sitting shoulder to shoulder.

Sitting shoulder to shoulder in the yard, smoking and chatting.

"Sanjiang Hou, the most difficult thing in my life is getting to know you." "Shanpao, you are a loser in gambling, so don't put the shit on my head."

"Oh, I didn't blame you."

"Yes, yes, you poured it into your own mouth."

"Jingli Hukou, I heard that Jingli can also go to college...

"Shanpao, if you mention this again, I'll pick it up for you and throw it into your neighbor's porcelain vat to marinate again." "Bah, you old man is always so shameless."

Li Zhuiyuan and Tan Wenbin came back, and the two old men immediately asked about the situation.

"Master, I've probably found the location and caught it with a net, but it's too late. Brother Runsheng plans to go fishing tomorrow when the sun comes out." "Look, we've found them all. Look, Runsheng is following me.

I'm much better than following you, right?"

Immediately afterwards, Li Sanjiang nodded to Xiao Yuan and said, "Yes, that's the truth. It's best not to do things at night, as it's easy for things to go wrong. Sometimes something that is normally dead may start to move at night."

Runsheng bought the food and wine, and the two old men must have a couple of bites.

Coupled with the fact that Tan Wenbin, who had received the mission instructions, was nearby to enliven the atmosphere at the wine table, the two old men drank to their heart's content.

After the first five glasses of wine, Li Sanjiang said that it was getting late and he was going to Xiaoyuanhou's house. After the last five glasses of wine, he and Uncle Shan lay on the table and became drunk and unconscious. Runsheng treated his grandfather to

He and Uncle Li moved into bed, covered their bellies with quilts, and even placed the spittoon at home beside the bed to facilitate their vomiting at night.

After doing this, the three of them packed up their things again and came to the river.

The atmosphere at night was indeed very different from that during the day. Li Zhuiyuan also knew that his grandfather was right, but it was meaningless because Zhou Yong had long been able to not only run away, but also find time to go ashore to watch card games.

When he reached the bridge, Runsheng waded into the water, let go of the seven-star hook, swung it up, and caught a nail, and then began to pull down with force. After pulling out three nails in a row, Runsheng stopped.

, he put away the seven-star hook, pulled out the Yellow River shovel, and held it in his hand.

It didn't take long for the temperature of the river surface to drop.

Even Li Zhuiyuan, who was standing by the river, noticed that the evening wind blowing here was carrying a chill, and he began to slow down his breathing and concentrate on alertness.

Movement finally appeared.

Ten meters in front of Runsheng, a person's back slowly emerged on the river.

Tan Wenbin held Li Zhuiyuan's Yellow River shovel in his right hand, and kept poking Li Zhuiyuan's back with his left hand, knocking him down, knocking him down, knocking him down!

Oh my God, Dad, your son has become so successful that he finally fell to his death!

Li Zhuiyuan looked back at him helplessly. Binbin's face was both excited and nervous, as if he was going to faint in the next second. This reminded Li Zhuiyuan of those people who had seen him at the concert held by the Workers' Stadium.

Singer and Gostilian fan.

On the river, my back began to turn up gradually.

Soon, the face was revealed. It was a very pale face, as if it had been covered with a layer of putty. It was sticky and white, and was still dripping down his chin. When he opened his eyes, a stream of

A thick white liquid overflowed from the corners of his eyes, completely covering his eyes.

Li Zhuiyuan took out two pieces of yellow paper and folded them into a bundle. But Tan Wenbin beside him was already dead. "Zhuang Zhuang!"

"Why!"

Almost as a conditioned reflex, Tan Wenbin immediately took out a match, struck out the fire, and helped Li Zhuiyuan light the yellow paper.

Li Zhuiyuan waved the burning yellow paper in his hand, chanted in a low voice, and finally stuffed the half-burned yellow paper into the bowl of rice wine at his feet.

Tan Wenbin lit the small candles arranged in advance one by one.

The placement of each candle is calculated, including the arrangement of the altar, which cannot be changed. The three nails have been pulled out, but if they are not completely pulled out, there is still room for things to happen.

What this action is asking for is a slap in the face followed by a sweet date.

If you can talk, then let's talk. If you can't talk, then sooner or later you will go crazy and become a disaster if you stay here, so we can only have a head-on confrontation. Li Zhuiyuan picked up the wine bowl and sprinkled it on the river.

Then he stretched out his left arm for Tan Wenbin to hold, while he closed his eyes, seeking a state of half-asleep and half-awake.

Many spells are actually useful, including my grandfather's casual thoughts and jingles, but one of the purposes of these spells is to "communicate." But is there any other way that can be more effective than directly using the negative method?

of?

When you can directly apply the formula, there is no need to arduously derive the process step by step.

"We don't have any ill intentions, we just came to have a chat with you. Firstly, we ask you not to disturb the living people. Secondly, we ask you to tell us who will teach you how to arrange it.

If you cooperate, I will drive the nails back for you, and we will each go our own way. If you don't cooperate, one of us will have no way out from tonight." When Li Zhuiyuan handed his arm to himself,

Tan Wenbin kept reciting the countdown silently in his heart. Finally, he finished reciting it and immediately shook the boy vigorously.

Li Zhuiyuan was forcibly awakened, breaking his previous shallow state of wandering. This was a layer of insurance he provided for himself.

Although he has learned how to control the dead body, he is still a beginner and he has not yet gained the confidence to use it now.

My head feels a little dizzy and a little painful. This is a symptom of forced external force to break the yin circulation. Fortunately, I have the splitting headache I experienced in Ali, so now it is nothing.

The words have been passed on. Next, it depends on what Zhou Yong chooses.

Zhou Yong slowly turned around, turned his back to everyone, and then slowly moved forward in the river. "Brother Binbin, why don't you go back."

"No, it's impossible. I want to protect you." "Oh, you made your own choice, don't regret it." "How can you regret it? No!"

Li Zhuiyuan pointed to the arrangement on the ground, motioned to Tan Wenbin to clean it up, and then followed him on the bank, while Runsheng walked in the river.

Tan Wenbin put out all the candles on his hands and knees, then took a sack and threw all the dishes and other things into it. Then he picked up the things and ran to catch up. He didn't want to miss it again.

Fortunately, Runsheng was in the river, and no matter how much Xiaoyuan was a brother, there was no way he could tie himself up and throw him into the reed swamp. After walking for a while, Zhou Yong went ashore.

It was obvious that he was heading home.

Li Zhuiyuan grabbed Runsheng's vest and signaled to slow down. When the pace of the three of them slowed down, Zhou Yong, who was walking in front, also slowed down. He was waiting. He wanted to lead the three of them.

Go home.

After clarifying his meaning, Li Zhuiyuan patted Runsheng on the back, and the three of them returned to normal speed. When they arrived at Zhou Yong's house again, the three of them stopped and Zhou Yong stood in front of the door.

"Dong...dong...dong..." He was banging the door lightly with his head.

After a while, the lights came on in the room.

Through the thick crack in the door, someone can be seen appearing inside the door, followed by a series of crisp sounds of unlocking. "Creak..."

The door of the house was opened.

Standing inside was Zhou Yong's wife. The woman stood there quietly.

When I saw her during the day, she was lying in cotton wool under the mat.

Although it was night now, through the light in the room, I discovered that not only her eyes, nostrils, ears, and between her fingernails, there were cotton wadding growing out like weeds. It seemed that these cotton waddings were not on her body, but just there.

It grew out of her body.

The woman stepped aside and Zhou Yong walked in.

The woman continued to stand by the door without closing the door, as if waiting for the guests to enter. Runsheng looked at Li Zhuiyuan, who nodded.
To be continued...