"Just give me a clue and have fun..."

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

How can this kind of thing be done casually, and how can it be classified as just for fun? Don't they know that doing so will ruin the life of a peer.

Tan Wenbin remembered the scene he saw in Wu Xinhui's memory, and the following conversation had occurred during the confrontation between the two:

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

"It will be fine if you die, it will be fine if you die, no one will know if you die."

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

How did this incredible behavioral logic and motivation come about?

Tan Wenbin whispered: "I don't understand..."

Inside the house, Mao Changan's ferocious laughter came:

"Hahahahahaha!"

Obviously, the person who is most incomprehensible and unacceptable right now is him.

He worked hard, planned step by step, pretending not to know and always paying attention to the progress. He even sacrificed his own son for this. 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 what happened today. We will keep it secret."

Mao Changan's laughter stopped. He now wanted to torture the two people in front of him to the extreme. Unfortunately, Wu Xinhui died so happily that it was easier for him.

However, as soon as Mao Changan raised his hand, he stopped moving when the silver needle appeared again on his fingertips.

Outside the crack of the window, Li Zhuiyuan's eyes narrowed slightly when he noticed this detail.

The old man is a ruthless character. Even if the plan fails, even if he is so angry, he is still afraid of the way of heaven suppressing his impulse and not taking action.

He really loves himself.

By this time, the blood incense had burned out.

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

The bodies of Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin, standing side by side, began to shake, and wisps of liquid continued to leak from their bodies. Because the puppets were damaged, they were showing a state of loss of control.

Mao Changan waved his hand and said seriously: "You are innocent people, run away and pay attention to safety."

"Thank you, thank you!"

"Thank you, thank you!"

Zhu Hongyu and Liu Xinya, as if they had received amnesty, stood up and started to run away. However, the ecstasy array they had set up when Mao Zhushan was still alive was still there. They circled in circles for a long time, but still could not escape from the hall gate.

Mao Changan could break this simple formation with just a raise of his hand, but he didn't do so. He covered his face, sobbed and complained about his dead son and the tragedy that happened here, and walked out of the hall with a "pop"

Kneel down and continue to repent to heaven.

Obviously, he would not let those two women go, but he didn't want to get his hands dirty.

Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin finished shaking, and a strong aura of death emitted from their bodies. Zhao Junfeng was stronger, while Qiu Minmin seemed shallower. It was probably because the latter had suffered a heavy injury recently.

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

Zhu Hongyu and Liu Xinya screamed and backed away. Their backs were almost touching the door panel, very close to where Li Zhuiyuan and the others were hiding and peeking in.

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

But the two of them were obviously unwilling to do this. Not only did no one try to consult Xiao Yuan behind them, but one turned his face away and the other simply lowered his head.

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

Yin Meng understood and immediately answered: "I didn't see it."

Tan Wenbin hesitated for a moment and felt that this statement was not good, so he changed his mind and asked again:

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

"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 customs", they often find ways to step down. The purpose of doing this is to keep themselves free of burdens and avoid falling into 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 her and others, and Runsheng was still lying on the hospital bed recovering from his injuries; Mao Zhushan died unjustly, and his father and master didn't care; as for the three Wu Xinhui...it seemed like they wouldn't be blind.

of.

After adjusting like this, Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng both breathed a sigh of relief and their thoughts became clearer.

Even the two screams that came from inside the house did not make them feel unbearable or guilty.

Li Zhuiyuan stood at the back and witnessed the inner drama of the two of them. Anyway, apart from "explaining the way of heaven", he did not have this process in his heart at all.

Everyone in the room was dead. Mao Changan stood up and walked into the room while wiping his tears.

His expression was first one of astonishment, then one of intolerance, and finally one of anger:

"Two villains actually dare to kill living beings under my nose!"

Tan Wenbin couldn't help but sigh: "He is indeed an experienced actor."

Yin Meng echoed: "Really dedicated."

Li Zhuiyuan made a summary of the class: "Remember to study, and then give the class notes to Runsheng, don't let him miss his homework."

Every adventure we participate in together is a valuable experience.

Yin Meng is worse than Tan Wenbin in terms of cooperation, and she always talks inappropriate nonsense. This is also because she has been calm since joining the team and came to Nantong. She lacks this kind of team experience and just joined the team earlier.

Binbin talks a lot more nonsense than she does.

Mao Changan was preparing to clear out the area, but his plan failed and his son and apprentice died, but life must go on.

Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin walked towards him, obviously wanting to do something to him out of instinct. He bent down and picked up the two broken dolls on the ground. He didn't panic at all when facing the two sides that were approaching him step by step. He used quick fingers.

Rewind the wire pins upwards.

Li Zhuiyuan turned around, walked out of the 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 good for the three of them to come forward to deal with the old man first and let Mao Changan deal with them first?

This is also more in line with the three people's previous plan, but instead of being the first to deal with the old man, there is only one old man left to deal with.

But they didn't understand, so the two of them quickly came to Li Zhuiyuan's side, holding Yellow River shovels, one on the left and the other on the right.

Mao Chang'an held two newly repaired dolls, flicked them with his fingers, and immediately stopped when they fell to the ground. With another flick of his fingertips, they turned around and faced the door.

Immediately, Mao Changan stretched out three fingers of his left hand, twirled his right arm, crossed them, and finally overlapped them:

"Mao Chang'an, my ancestors boarded the Jinling Qinhuai Pier. I wonder which terminal my little brother boarded?"

When meeting colleagues, the first thing to express is fear and to explore the bottom first, also to avoid friction as much as possible.

There is no way, no one in this industry has many special skills, and if they are really quarreling with each other at every turn, then no one will have a good life.

At this time, if you mention "taking the Haohe Pier" again, it would be a deliberate joke.

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

"I'm not taking the pier, I'm worshiping the Dragon King of the Liu Family."

Mao Changan's expression was stagnant, and he was in a panic that was visible to the naked eye. He even took several steps back and explained anxiously:

"I did not teach my son well, which led him to go astray, causing such a tragedy. Now I have killed my relatives out of justice and cleaned up the mess. Please tell me a lesson!"

He was scared.

But his fear was different from Yin Fuhai's shock when he announced his family name on the ghost street in Fengdu.

Yin Fuhai has lived in a small county town for generations, and he only hears about things on the river through rumors and rumors. But Mao Changan was able to get a cultural relics protection unit sign to hang on his doorstep.

What he is afraid of is clearly not the prestige of the Liu family in the past, but the present!

This reminded Li Zhuiyuan of Yu Shu, a storyteller who had been to Nantong.

It seems that even during the walk after the dinner at Ding's house in the mountain city, Grandma Liu hid her secret from herself and did not lie to herself, but she did not tell the truth.

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

Mao Changan hesitated.

Hey, is it really possible to lose it to yourself?

Li Zhuiyuan continued: "Stop, there are all our people outside."

Although it is very clear that unless Runsheng is discharged from the hospital with a sling bottle, there is absolutely no way there is anyone outside.

But Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng still calmly raised their chests, especially Tan Wenbin, who had a disdainful smile on his lips.

"Please."

Mao Changan threw the female doll towards Li Zhuiyuan.

There were needles all over it, but Li Zhuiyuan didn't pick it up. Yin Meng used her hand to take off the pressure first, then caught it and handed it to Li Zhuiyuan.

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

Li Zhuiyuan nodded while inspecting the doll: "Don't worry, we will not wrongly accuse a good person, nor let a bad person go."

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

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

As he landed on the ground, the needle was touched, and Qiu Minmin made several weird postures in succession.

Mao Changan said doubtfully: "What are you..."

Li Zhuiyuan pointed at Zhao Junfeng: "He is actually not controlled by your puppet. He is just pretending from beginning to end."

Mao Changan was surprised: "What, how is this possible?"

"Believe it or not, it's up to you. I didn't come out just now. Did you want to use this doll to control them and kill yourself, so that you could complete the final step of destroying the corpses and eliminating traces?

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

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Junfeng rushed towards Mao Changan.

Mao Changan rolled sideways in a panic and barely managed to avoid it.

He quickly fiddled with the man puppet in his hand with his fingertips, but to no avail. Zhao Junfeng spun in mid-air and pounced on him again, opening his mouth and spitting blood mist.

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

"Why is this happening?"

It's not just Mao Chang'an who doesn't understand the situation, Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng are also the same. However, the two of them continue to have sullen faces. No matter how confused Tan Wenbin is, he still forces out a look of "Look, that's it".

At this time, Qiu Minmin's body was covered with a layer of mud and she threw herself towards Mao Chang'an from behind.

Mao Changan turned sideways again, took out a silver needle in his hand, stabbed Qiu Minmin, and then pulled along the silk thread to close the distance between them, then kicked him sideways.

"Bang!"

Qiu Minmin, whose vitality was severely damaged, was kicked to the ground.

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

While retreating, he was still shouting: "Please help me surrender to death!"

Li Zhuiyuan clapped his hands: "You continue, we won't interrupt you."

After saying that, step back.

"you……"

Mao Changan's eyes were about to burst. At this moment, he finally realized: "You are not from the Dragon King's family!"

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

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

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

I was confused when I saw Mao Zhushan using the puppet to control these two bodies.

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

But, I don’t think I can even compete with a doll.”

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

But the doll is a dead thing, so where does the sense of confrontation come from.

Therefore, the person controlling Qiu Minmin is definitely another existence.

Both Mao Zhushan and Mao Changan practiced the evil book, and both used puppets to control corpses. This means that it is not their father and son who really control Qiu Minmin.

Everyone in the house is almost dead. Use the elimination method to sift it. No matter how impossible it is, that is only the final answer.

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

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

"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 came specifically to kill people and silence them."

"Obviously, the memory scene can be adjusted further forward. For example, Wu Xinhui and the others did not actually see the murderer, and the truth could be revealed simply, but this section was deliberately not cut out.

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

Memory is closed."

"What about another door?"

"I originally thought it belonged to Mao Chang'an. After all, he was not dead and was also in this game. Now I think it may not be the case... It should be something deeper residing in Zhao Junfeng's body. For example, the book that their father and son talked about

Book."

"Can a book achieve this level?"

"Some things are very evil. Did Runsheng tell you that we still have a copper coin buried there at the grave in Shigang. Even if I left home to go to college, I didn't take it.

It’s not that I forgot, it’s just that I’m really unsure about touching it now.”

When I got that thing in my hands, I accidentally developed Tai Sui on my body, which was like an infectious disease.

"So, looking at it now, Mao Chang'an is not an oriole?"

"Well, a mantis stalks a cicada, followed by a food chain."

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

"What else? We are here to finish things off. The old guy is the mastermind and we are supposed to deal with it. Since it turns out that it is not the puppet that is really controlling Qiu Minmin but Zhao Junfeng, then Zhao Junfeng also has a grudge against us.

They are all targets that need to be dealt with. How can we let the old man be killed by a sneak attack like this? Let them bite each other and bleed each other first, which will save us trouble."

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

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

"Yin and yang accompany life and death, how can it be so easy to refine? According to Wei Zhengdao, only those from well-known and decent families have the background to try to create this thing.

The two of them are still sitting on the dock, how could they get into such a fight?"

Yinmeng looked a little worried. Her family also had a dock. No, after her grandfather died, she came to Nantong, and her Yin family didn't even have a dock.

"I suspect that there is something wrong with the records in the book that the father and son got. It is probably the same as your Yin family's twelve methods. It is a simplified version, which makes people think that it can be easily used."

Yinmeng felt another squeeze on her chest.

"What is the ultimate goal? Although it is a bit absurd, I guess that it is relatively restricted. It wants to have a carrier and regain freedom at the same time."

Tan Wenbin: "The old man seems to be in trouble?"

Inside the house, Mao Changan tried to escape several times, but was intercepted by Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin, who seemed to want to keep him here at all costs.

"Zhao Junfeng, since you are out of control and conscious, you should know that even if you kill me, you will still have to face those three people when you go out!"

"Those three people may have come a long time ago. They haven't left yet. They just want us to defeat them first so that we can clean up the situation. If you want to take Qiu Minmin away, I won't stop you. You two should leave now. Then it will be

Whether you want to vent your resentment by poisoning living beings or escape into the river and sea, it’s up to you!”

"Zhao Junfeng, let's join forces first to deal with the three people outside, and then we will divide life and death, so that outsiders won't take advantage of us!"

Tan Wenbin: "The old man is not pretending anymore."

Yinmeng curled her lips and said, "It's so shameless."

Tan Wenbin: "But it seems that Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin are staring at him and want to kill him. Are they so bitter and bitter?"

The person who died is not the person who was alive. Zhao Junfeng killed Ran Qiuping and Sun Hongxia under the premise that he could control himself and Qiu Minmin, which proved that he had already broken away from the original identity fetters.

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

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

Mao Chang'an was really forced to have no choice. There were many scars on his body and he was dripping with blood. If he didn't act sincerely, his life would really be lost here.

I saw two of his thumbnails piercing into the palm of his hand, opening a bloody hole, and then pulling out two red threads from inside.

The red line is propped up, the waist exerts force, and springs forward.

At this moment, Zhao Junfeng rushed towards him, spitting out red mist again. However, when the red mist hit the pop-up red line, it made a "sizzling" sound. Not only did it disperse by itself, it did not block the red line at all.

The red thread flicked onto Zhao Junfeng's body, leaving a red mark on Zhao Junfeng's chest like an ink stick, and then melted quickly.

"Bang!"

Zhao Junfeng was thrown away, his body twisting and turning, and the parts of his body that were stained with red lines began to fall off.

Qiu Minmin appeared behind Mao Changan, thrusting out her arms.

Mao Changan shrank and did not choose to dodge. Instead, he leaned back and hit Qiu Minmin hard with his shoulder.

As Qiu Minmin retreated, the mud on his body quickly adhered to Mao Chang'an, pouring in from the wounds on his body.

"ah!!!"

Mao Chang'an let out a scream, but still wrapped his arms around Qiu Minmin's neck with the red thread, and then used all his strength!

"puff……"

Qiu Minmin's head was cut off.

The headless corpse stepped back a few steps, stretched out its arms, pus gushes out from the incision on the neck, black air overflows, and the resentment begins to dissipate.

"Holy shit, this old guy is so strong." Tan Wenbin swallowed subconsciously, "Without Brother Xiaoyuan's back-up, Yinmeng and I really couldn't beat him. How did that red thread come out of the body?"

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

"So cruel, Mengmeng, do you know how to do this?"

"No, I mentioned it when I was listening to my grandfather telling stories when I was a kid."

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

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

After dealing with Qiu Minmin, Mao Changan used red lines to force Zhao Junfeng back continuously, but every time he tried to take advantage of this opportunity to escape, Zhao Junfeng would stick to him again, like a tarsal maggot.

But this also gave Mao Changan a chance. He pretended to leave the hall again. When Zhao Junfeng pounced on him again, he kicked off his feet, jumped back, and sat directly on Zhao Junfeng.

Pressing his arms down, the red thread was pulled towards Zhao Junfeng's neck.

Zhao Junfeng raised his arms and stabbed into Mao Changan's thigh. At the same time, he opened his mouth and spit out red mist crazily.

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

Mao Changan did not care and gave everything he had.

"puff……"

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

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

Mao Changan was covered in blood, like a bloody man, limping towards the door. Facing the three people standing outside the house, he smiled.

His teeth were 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 to his legs were obviously slack, as if he had suddenly aged twenty years.

But he still didn't give up. Knowing that he had no strength to fight anymore, he said:

"You set the conditions. All you want is to give me a way to survive."

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

"Why? I have no grudge against you."

Li Zhuiyuan replied seriously: "If I don't kill you, the three of us will come here tonight and do nothing. It will make us look stupid."

Mao Changan: "..."

Tan Wenbin echoed: "Yes, yes, the show is indeed exciting and beautiful to watch at night, but you have to do something so that you can feel involved."

Mao Chang'an: "Every move I make is in compliance with the rules. If you kill me, aren't you afraid of divine punishment?"

Tan Wenbin pointed at the three of him: "It's okay. The three of us will share one share. On average, there shouldn't be much left."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Without my previous reminder, you would have died in Zhao Junfeng's sneak attack. Therefore, your life is mine."

Yinmeng looked at Tan Wenbin: "There is a brain gap."

Mao Changan made a "pop" sound and collapsed on the ground. He took out a piece of talisman paper in his hand, touched it lightly with his fingertips, and the talisman paper ignited.

He could barely walk now, and if he stopped bleeding and lost too much blood, he would die, so he knew very well that there was no possibility of his escape.

A selfish person is not only very afraid of death, but also afraid of others taking advantage of him.

The talisman he just lit is the "key" to his home.

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

The original yin and yang co-housing pattern began to experience friction and collision. Strong yin energy overflowed from the bronze door under the general statue. Groups of green will-o'-wisps rose in the air, and lines of fire appeared on the ground.

"No one of you can take away my things, no one can even think about it..."

The fire started to appear, and it was ignited without any blind spots, and soon it started to spread everywhere.

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

"Let's go."

Li Zhuiyuan turned around and ran directly outside.

Yin Meng doesn't understand. Wouldn't it look stupid if you don't kill someone?

And although the fire started at this time, it was not extremely critical, and there was still time to escape even if someone was killed.

Tan Wenbin had already followed. Upon seeing this, Yinmeng glanced at Mao Changan who was sitting there and ran out together.

"hey-hey……"

Looking at the three people leaving, Mao Changan laughed, and then looked at the flames burning around him, a look of loneliness appeared on his face.

He reached out and took out a book with a white cover and a black background from his pocket.

He lowered his head and looked at the cover of the book, with hatred in his eyes. He knew that if it hadn't been for this book, he and his son would still be living a peaceful life, passing on family knowledge, maintaining peace, and preventing death from causing harm to the world.

Do not disgrace the lintel of our ancestors.

It was precisely because of its appearance that everything changed, and it was all its fault.

But soon, greed and attachment appeared in Mao Changan's eyes. He loved this book, and he loved it to the core of his heart.

Hearing the Tao in the morning will lead to death in the evening; ordinary people sitting on the dock will never get the real profound inheritance. It is this book that allows him to see the true splendor. It turns out that this world can still have such possibilities.

Zhushan, my good son, my good apprentice, you must feel the same as me.

What does it matter if you lose your life just to see the scenery of that world?

We just failed and didn't succeed. How many have succeeded in the past?

We, father and son, will ultimately see more than others and our ancestors...

The dark wind blew and opened the first page, which was blank.

Mao Changan was stunned. He immediately turned to the second page, which was blank, and then turned to the third page, which was blank. He continued to turn, and it was all blank!

The book was real, he remembered the feel of the paper, but the original recording method of refining yin and yang to accompany life and death, and the method of using needle puppets to control corpses, how come they were missing?

“No, no, no, no!!!”

Mao Changan kept turning the pages. He could accept failure. He could accept his own son as the price of failure, but he couldn't accept that it was just a scam from beginning to end!

The method of refining yin and yang in conjunction with life and death that it gave was not true at all. This book made a fool of myself and my son, and both my father and son became the playthings of this book!

"It can't be like this, it can't be like this, please, please, put out the words, put out the words, even if it's wrong, even if it's false, please, give me Braille, give me Braille..."

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

Mao Changan heard the movement and looked back.

Zhao Junfeng's clothes fell off, and a lot of the meat on his chest had been lost due to the previous red line sweep, but deep in the bloody flesh, there was a woman's face, slowly moving.

It's Qiu Minmin's face.

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

"Ahhhh..."

"Bang!"

His head exploded, red and white splattered all over the floor.

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

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

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

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

However, the fish were swimming, and the firelight of the General Temple below was still so clear.

Finally, the fish stopped.

The mud slowly faded away, and Zhao Junfeng looked around, with the virgin eyes on his chest constantly looking around.

He is trapped.

"Hey hey hey."

Tan Wenbin stood up slowly, holding a seven-star hook in his left hand and a Luo Sheng umbrella in his right hand.

In an emergency, the Yellow River shovel is most suitable, but when you really need to cooperate and have sufficient conditions and equipment, you have to clearly define your position.

Next to her, Yin Meng was holding a Yellow River shovel. When Runsheng was away, she took the main attack.

"Hey hey haha..."

Tan Wenbin couldn't stop laughing.

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

Tan Wenbin held back his laughter and licked his lips: "Don't tell me, being a villain is really fun."

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

Li Zhuiyuan sat on a stone and said calmly:

"It's not an additional question, it's just that the total score is not satisfactory, and one face was missed."

Immediately, the young man put his elbows on his knees and his palms on his chin:

"Don't delay. Get rid of the fire before it attracts people."

Tan Wenbin said to Yin Meng: Look, who really looks like the villain.

Yin Meng didn't object.

The two of them were chanting: "Three and three are born, four and four are connected, two and eight are asking for hexagrams, and three and nine are connected..."

Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but raise his hands to cover his eyes. This scene looked like he was carrying the multiplication table into the examination room, so stupid that he couldn't see.

Tan Wenbin stretched out the seven-star hook in his hand and hooked it towards Zhao Junfeng. Zhao Junfeng wanted to dodge, but he was clearly moving backwards and quickly moved forward and was caught by the hook.

Yin Meng stepped forward and slapped her again.

When Zhao Junfeng reacted and wanted to resist, Tan Wenbin opened his umbrella and blocked all the mud splashing over him.

Then she removed the umbrella at the right time, and Yin Meng took another shot.

Zhao Junfeng could not escape and hide, but his attacks were neutralized time and time again. On the contrary, he did not suffer any damage at all.

His state had already been greatly reduced by Mao Changan, and he was trying to escape by pretending to be dead. In this sluggish state, and suppressed by a carefully arranged formation in advance, he really had no room for performance.

.

And Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng's extremely rigid coordinated offensive strangled the possibility of any reversal or miracle.

It's just that this fight has become a bit boring.

Li Zhuiyuan sighed. If Runsheng was here, with Runsheng's power, it would have ended long ago. Yinmeng still has a big gap in terms of pure strength. She is more suitable for Tan Wenbin's current position, and Tan Wenbin is more

Suitable for your current position.

There are many remaining formation flags under the young man's feet. When the formation is loose or broken, he needs to hold the flags to repair them.

But in this smooth situation, the formation is very stable and can sustain it until the effect of the formation naturally fades, so he has nothing to do.

This was also the reason why he couldn't accept Runsheng's mistake last time. There was obviously a more rational team choice, but he had to be swayed by emotion 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 quiet if you don't touch it, but this book should have some kind of activity, and it may even actively confuse people's minds.

Forget it, in order to end it as soon as possible, let's add some fire.

Li Zhuiyuan stood up and shouted: "Remember, you are not allowed to read that book later, that book belongs to me!"

What Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng thought after hearing this shout was:

Um, is there any need to shout? If it’s not yours, who else could it be? Even if this book is placed in front of them, they won’t dare to open it!

At this moment, the woman opened her mouth, spit out the book, and dropped it to the ground.

Then, Zhao Junfeng stood there, motionless, and was killed.

Despite this, Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng still followed the old rhythm very steadily, attacking and defending at a time, until Yin Meng completely beat Zhao Junfeng's face to pieces on his chest.

Finally, "poof", Zhao Junfeng leaned back and fell to the ground, streams of pus emerged, and the black energy dissipated crazily.

Solved!

"Huh..." Yinmeng breathed a sigh of relief. Her arms were no longer strong, and her palms were bleeding.

Tan Wenbin held Luo Sheng's umbrella on the ground and rubbed his waist.

In fact, in the last period of time, they knew that they could be more unrestrained and gave up resistance even if they died, but there was really no other way. They were still reciting the formula in their hearts for fear of making mistakes, so naturally they could only continue to be strict.

"Close your eyes."

The two immediately closed their eyes obediently.

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

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

Li Zhuiyuan likes reading very much, but this is the first time that a book has taken the initiative to flatter him.

It's a pity that this charming look can only be shown to the blind.

Li Zhuiyuan took out a piece of canvas. The wooden flower rolls on the top of the canvas were still purple. Each piece was cut from the ancestral tablet by Ah Li himself.

Ali then carved the pattern himself, placed it inside the cloth, and sewed it up.

The problem with it 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 tool in my hand that is the most harmful to evil spirits.

Li Zhuiyuan covered the book with canvas.

"Sizzsssssssssss..."

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

"well……"

Li Zhuiyuan sighed. He still didn't know when he would see Ah Li. This thing was broken and there was no way to repair it.

Soon, the young man realized that this kind of thinking was wrong, and Ali was not his tool.

Therefore, he quickly corrected himself in his mind:

Ah Li is not around, this is what Ah Li thinks about when I stay here. If it is broken, how can I miss people when I see things.

This idea is obviously much more appropriate.

Li Zhuiyuan enjoyed this feeling very much, because only when Ali was involved, his inner thoughts became more active, and he no longer simply weighed the pros and cons and motives.

The "sizzling" sound gradually subsided, and I don't know if the canvas was burned through or if the thing was finally pressed down.

Li Zhuiyuan bent down and reached out to carefully touch from the edge.

It's a good chance that it's not burned through, but the canvas has become very thin, which means that most of the purple wood flower rolls inside have turned black.

Fortunately, this book has indeed been suppressed.

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

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

But she can't let Grandma Liu see this, and she can't let her know that the ancestors of the Qin and Liu families were used by her to wrap book covers.

Even after achieving this step, the young man still felt that it was not safe enough. This thing was not like the unconscious effect of the copper coin. It had its own consciousness. When he called for it before, it took the initiative to "surrender".

Therefore, it is not appropriate to dig a hole and bury it. If it comes out one day, and you burned it just like that, you may find a way to find a new body to seek revenge.

You still have to take it back to the dormitory and see for yourself.

Taking out the talisman paper he drew, Li Zhuiyuan pasted it on. The talisman paper did not change color and was very stable.

"Brother Binbin, do you still have talismans there?"

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

"You can open your eyes." After saying that, Li Zhuiyuan threw the cloth bag to Tan Wenbin and "pasted it all over."

"Okay!"

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

This saves the time of dealing with the incident afterwards. If it were just a disappearance case or an arson case, it would not alert people like Yu Shu.

Li Zhuiyuan doesn't want to deal with them now, because if he fights, he will easily meet Li Lan.

You have your own way to go, just like now, you have your own team, you have partners you can trust, well, although the person you trust the most is not sick today.

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

Jiangjun Mountain is relatively remote, and there are almost no taxis at night. To be on the safe side, the three of them deliberately walked some distance away from the area before finding a private car and paying the driver to take them to the school.

It was still dark when they entered the school. They were afraid of being impressed by the security guard at the door. Instead of going through the gate, the three of them chose to climb over the wall.

Walking in the cold campus tree-lined paths, Tan Wenbin laughed at himself: "Today's fare is so expensive. If we don't have money, we really can't get rid of the devil and defend the Tao."

Yin Meng said: "After school starts, the store will be able to make money. After we save more, we can buy a restocked car. This will be convenient in the future. Prices in Jinling are really expensive."

Tan Wenbin: "Right, it's better for us to go to Xiaonantong."

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

Tan Wenbin coughed twice and changed the subject: "But, Brother Xiaoyuan, do we need to be so careful and climb over the wall? Even if the school discovers that Wu Xinhui and the others are missing, they won't be suspicious of us.

"

"It's five."

"Uh...yes, five."

There is also an aunt who sells goods in the shop and an aunt who manages the dormitory.

"Normally, we can't be traced, but what if we encounter a police officer like your dad again?"

I remember that afternoon, Tan Yunlong had just gotten out of the car outside Sister Mei's video studio in Shinan Town. After scanning around, he walked straight towards him.

This scene is still fresh in Li Zhuiyuan's memory.

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

Yinmeng chuckled: "You two father and son have such a good relationship."

Tan Wenbin: "By the way, tell me, since Wu Xinhui didn't kill 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 it possible? In Zhao Junfeng's memory screen, he shouted that he was wronged and that he did not kill anyone the whole time."

Yin Meng: "Then did you remember Zhao Junfeng when you saw the crime?"

"No."

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

Tan Wenbin blinked: "Let me tell you, it's not really the person Zhao Junfeng killed, right? That's right, if he wasn't the person he killed, why would he run away? When he was rescued from the water by Mao Zhushan, he certainly wouldn't

If you say you are a murderer, you must say you were wronged."

Li Zhuiyuan said: "What is your profession?"

Yin Meng and Tan Wenbin said in unison: "Ah."

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

Yin Meng: "Resentment."

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

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head: "In fact, there will be 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, it will definitely alarm the people.

he.

Maybe the real murderer is also in this school now."

Yinmeng first went back to the store to put things to feed the dog, and then went to the infirmary to visit Runsheng.

Li Zhuiyuan and Tan Wenbin returned to the dormitory. When they passed Lu Yi's dormitory, they found the door open, indicating that they had been possessed by the evil spirit before. Tan Wenbin opened the door and took a look. When he came out, he had a red sausage in his mouth:

"No one else is here."

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

Just after washing, there was the sound of slippers coming from behind, it was Lu Yi, with a mixed look on his face.

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

"It's too hot and I can't sleep."

"Brother Prodigy, I just got up and went to pee. Guess what I saw when I came back. The red sausage on my table was gone. It was gone!"

"oh."

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

"Good thing, the offerings are useful."

"Yeah, that's good, that's good. Oh, how pitiful. Now I suspect that this ghost was also from my hometown of Nagada."

"Maybe."

"Then I will provide you with two more red sausages next time. Even if you are a ghost, I won't let the fellow ghosts have enough to eat."

Li Zhuiyuan returned to the dormitory with a basin. Tan Wenbin was sitting on the floor, holding a towel and still wiping the umbrella carefully. He had already eaten more than half of the red sausage in his mouth.

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

"Well, you go to sleep first, brother."

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

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

Li Zhuiyuan sat up. Under normal circumstances, unless he consumed too much yesterday, his biological clock is very stable.

But the young man felt that this stable biological clock was destined not to last too long because it was missing the sound of nature three times a day.

At this moment, a natural sound came from downstairs in the dormitory outside the window:
Chapter completed!