"Big brother, don't come to me." The old lady leaned down on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, begging for mercy: "I'll buy you wine tomorrow morning! Please, let me go."

"You are also a wise person. You know that there is a fault and a debt, and this really has nothing to do with me!"

It has nothing to do with you, so who does it have anything to do with?

After hearing what he said, I immediately felt a secret in my heart, at least it means that she is an insider.

I threw out a talisman, and suddenly the wind blew everywhere.

The calendar hanging on the wall was flipped and rustled.

The old lady's half-sewn clothes also floated up, stretching her sleeves long, like her extended arms, putting them on her shoulders and twisting them straight to her throat. "I beg you! Let me go." The old lady grabbed the sleeves hard and shouted loudly.

when!

At this time, I put another bottle of wine on the table, and this time it was a bottle of wine.

The old lady's face turned pale when she saw the beer bottle.

"I...I have nothing to do with Zhao Laoshi! He just threatened me and didn't let me spread the news that he had drunk with you. I really don't know anything else."

"Yes, there is still money!" The old lady said, while trembling hands and feet, she took out a few hundred-dollar bills from under her socks, and raised her hands: "He gave me five hundred dollars and said I would reveal my mouth, so I would kill my whole family. You also know, what if I have a baby and Dazhu, what should I do if I have a short and small amount of money! I didn't dare to touch this money, and I will buy you wine and paper money tomorrow. Please! Let me go."

"If he hurts you, go and settle the score with him! Let me go! I beg you, please." As he said that, the old lady kowtowed to the ground, banging and trembling, her whole body trembling, and she was really scared.

It seems that what she said is indeed the truth.

The one who killed Zhang Wujin was Zhao Laoshi. This old lady was just being coerced. Since that's the case, there was no need for me to force her anymore.

He put away the Yinfeng Talisman, grabbed two wine bottles, and walked out quietly.

I remember the old lady said that Zhao Laoshi lives in the East Village, and his second uncle just died a few days ago.

With these two clues, it is not difficult to find him.

After I jumped out of the yard, I ran straight east along the field.

After three or four miles away, another village appeared ahead.

This village is slightly larger than Zhang Village, but it seems that it is not the coverage point for the construction of new rural areas, and the entire village is in ruins.

It was just dark at this time, and the villagers had dinner and were wandering on the road in groups of three or three. Many half-aged children were laughing and playing freely with fluorescent sticks of different lengths in their hands.

I am a foreigner. I came up this evening and asked who Zhao Laoshi was. I'm afraid they wouldn't tell me either.

But Zhao's second uncle just died, and according to the customs here, he had to hold a funeral for a few days.

So, I bought a lot of burnt paper in a small shop at the village entrance. The seller thought I was a distant relative of the Zhao family, so he politely said to me without asking much questions.

Since there is a funeral, there is no need to ask any way, and I soon found the place.

The spirit shed was not big and there were not many people in the yard.

There is no coffin in the monastery, only a black and white portrait is hung. The person on the portrait has a thin face and is full of wrinkles.

There were two incandescent lamps hanging in the shed, and three or five people were sitting in the daze of light, smoking cigarettes one by one. The daze of light, pale wreath, and bright paper people randomly outlined a terrifying picture.

As soon as I, a foreigner, appeared here, the people in the yard looked at me strangely.

I stepped forward and put the burned paper on the table. Then, without waiting for them to ask who I was, I asked directly: "Who is Zhao Laoshi?"

"What are you looking for him?" a tall and thin man asked vigilantly.

"The boss asked me to bring him something."

"What?"

"I can only hand it over to him with my own hands." I stared in the guy's eyes, and the person who came was not good at asking, "Where are others?"

The man looked back at me and said, "Wait a moment, I'll go and call him for you." After that, he turned around and walked towards the yard.

In fact, he is Zhao Laoshi!

This guy was extremely calm and didn't show any flaws, but I could have seen something wrong from the eyes of the people next to me!

Zhao Laoshi walked into the yard and disappeared into the darkness, but I was not afraid that he would run away.

As early as the moment he turned around, I popped up a piece of paper and fell at his feet.

This is not just a piece of paper, but a soul-chasing talisman. As long as his soul does not dissipate, there will be no place to hide.

When this guy saw me, he hadn't figured out who I was yet to figure out who I was, and he was so hurrying to escape. He must have a ghost in his heart!

I deliberately let him go, just to see what trump card this guy has!

When the others inside and outside the monastery saw that I was very difficult to mess with, even Zhao Laoshi had lie and ran away, so naturally he didn't dare to ask me anything. However, they all looked at me nervously, and it seemed that I would never let me go into the yard to find him.

I was like nothing happened, walking back and forth with my hands on my back, as if I was really waiting for Zhao Laoshi to come out.

As I walked, I suddenly realized something was wrong!

There was a wet mark on the ground in the mourning shed.

One side is large and the other side is slightly square.

Isn't this the coffin?

How come there is so much water where the coffin lands?

I pretended to tie my shoelaces and squatted down and touched it. The water was still cold, and even the soil layer was a little hard.

This is not water, but ice! It is so cold that the ground is frozen.

After the coffin was carried away, the soil layer had just melted. Could it be that the corpse was also extremely cold?

The body of Zhang Wujin after his death was like ice, and the same was true for Zhao's second uncle.

The causes of death of these two deceased are likely to be exactly the same!

What's going on?

Zhang Wujin was secretly pretending to be a ghost, and what the hell did he do with Zhao Laoshi in secret?

I felt that Zhao Laoshi was getting farther and farther away from me, walking straight north, and at a very fast speed, almost running wildly!

I waited for a while, and pretended to be impatient and said to the others: "When Zhao Laoshi comes back, tell him that I will come again in a few days." Then I walked out of the yard.

"Mazi!" Not far from the yard, I called Li Mazi.

As soon as the phone rang, he immediately answered it.
Chapter completed!