Chapter 291

In a corner of the capital, inside a house, a thin, tall middle-aged Daoist was pacing back and forth, extremely anxious.

"I said we shouldn't have been so hasty!

"Causing such a big commotion will sooner or later attract other people's attention!

"What do I do now..."

The thin, tall Daoist muttered to himself, but very softly.

Everyone understands the principle that walls have ears; someone like him, who is also a practitioner of the Dao, must be even more careful.

Even knowing that the rooms around his own were empty and uninhabited, the capital has always had many spirits and monsters, and often "foxes" live among people, scurrying about and coming and going in other people's homes, just like people going on spring outings together, so one must not only guard against people but also against these "foxes."

However, at this moment, anxiety still had the upper hand.

"Master Fan...

"True Person Lin..."

The thin, tall Daoist did not know what kind of skills that True Person Lin had, only that he had once eliminated the Alligator Long Wang by the Wei Shui River and had easily subdued two stone horses with immense strength on the main street.

That was one of the three great demon kings of Qin Zhou.

And that Master Fan was even more extraordinary.

As for exactly how extraordinary, if one were to explain in detail, no one could say, not even a single word, but if one were to speak broadly, it wouldn't be something that could be explained in a few words.

Perhaps it was because the gap was too large.

That was a high mountain; mortals were destined only to view it from afar, and looking up close, there was nothing but grass, trees, mud, and stone.

In the past, Master Fan never bothered with these things!

Master Fan's abilities were too great; usually, only when large demons caused chaos would they attract Master Fan's attention, just like the Alligator Long Wang last year. Even if officials from the Ministry of Rites begged at his door, he would never take action, only writing a letter asking the officials of the Ministry of Rites to find other spirits or ghosts, leaving the credit to those spirits and ghosts.

The reason the thin, tall Daoist dared to do such things in the capital was that he was certain such trivial matters could not enter the eyes of the great gods, and how could his own case be the only one among the many large and small harmful deeds in the capital?

Now, it must be that he was too anxious a while ago, actually alarming that True Person Lin and Master Fan.

These two said they wanted to find him.

Although the thin, tall Daoist did not know what methods they would use, his heart was very panicked.

"What kind of methods could they be?"

Those women did not become ghosts; could it be that their souls had not yet dissipated completely? Could True Person Lin and Master Fan still summon their souls back?

Could it be the scars on their bodies? Do True Person Lin and Master Fan have the ability to find him through this?

Or perhaps...

Was he careless somewhere, leaving a bit of skin, a horn fragment, or a hair that got onto those women's bodies, and they have magic to find him through these things?

Or did he accidentally drop something there?

The thin, tall Daoist paced back and forth, his mind extremely restless.

There are too many spells in the world, ever-changing and infinitely mysterious. Not to mention that spells have declined now, even during the heyday of the Lingfa Sect, I'm afraid no one dared to say they knew all the spells in the world—that Lin Zhongxian was still collecting spells until before the Five Decays, let alone others?

The thin, tall Daoist had no choice but to think through various folk rumors and strange stories, even though these rumors and stories were always more fabricated than real, but he couldn't care about that anymore.

If I abandon my family wealth at this time and flee the capital, can I escape the palms of that True Person Lin and Master Fan?

"No, no..."

Even if I can escape the capital, Master Fan has the ability to command spirits; as long as he knows it's me, it's useless for me to flee to the ends of the earth.

It would be better to hide with a powerful person.

But hiding with a powerful person, he was also afraid, afraid that the powerful person would also fear the name of Master Fan and simply kill him once and for all.

That would be worse than fleeing the capital!

The thin, tall Daoist wanted to take advantage of the time before True Person Lin and Master Fan went to the government office to check the corpses to burn the morgue first, or quietly go to see if he had any omissions, but he was afraid that a large group of constables would be guarding there, or that those constables were just waiting for him. But if he went to check that day, he was afraid of being caught on the spot.

For a moment, his mind was filled with thousands of thoughts, the more he thought, the more chaotic he became, and even in his agitation, he had a feeling that he was dead either way.

"No!

"They might not be able to find me yet!

"..."

The thin, tall Daoist pondered for a long time, but in the end, he couldn't set his mind at ease.

Finally, he decided to make several preparations—

First, notify the powerful person, let the powerful person send someone to the morgue of the government office to deal with the corpses of those women; this kind of thing is most convenient for the powerful person to do.

Then, still leave the city to avoid the limelight.

If the powerful person failed to deal with the corpses of those women, or if the powerful person also felt it was risky and was unwilling to do it, the day for True Person Lin and Master Fan to check the corpses was tomorrow.

Although he really wanted to go to the scene to see and grasp the situation, reason also made him forcibly suppress his inner thoughts, only letting his apprentice go to see, so as to report the situation to him.

If the limelight passes, he will come back.

If it doesn't pass, there is still a glimmer of hope.

"How is Fellow Daoist Wan's body recovering?"

"Thanks to the True Person, it has recovered well."

"Lord Luo has already set a trap, just waiting for him to enter the net. If Fellow Daoist Wan has recovered, you can follow us to find him for revenge." Lin Jue said to him, "This person's background is definitely unusual, and he is hidden very deeply. If he doesn't enter the net this time, we won't be able to catch him."

"Really?" Wan Xinrong immediately became excited, "Wan naturally is willing!"

"Then listen to Lord Luo's arrangements."

Everyone's eyes looked at Luo Seng.

"I already have a few suspects, one of whom is the most suspicious. I have asked a few people from the Jianghu to monitor him. After arranging you all, I will come back to watch him, and others are also being watched by Jianghu heroes."

Luo Seng sat on a chair, leaning back, with a talisman stuck on his left eye:

"The morgue of the government office must be watched, but it cannot be too eye-catching. I have already hidden the sub-talisman of the eye talisman there. If you go to watch the morgue of the government office, you don't have to be in the morgue; you just need to be in a nearby inn."

"Let's leave this to Fellow Daoist Wan." Lin Jue said, "There won't be any big fights in the city; Fellow Daoist Wan just needs to be a bit more alert."

"No problem!"

Wan Xinrong even dared to go to Mount Fengshan, so even if this was the case, he naturally agreed without hesitation.

"If we can't guard the person, we will check the corpses tomorrow as usual. Master Fan can come forward, and I will accompany Master Fan." Luo Seng said, "If there is a guilty person who dares to come to the scene to see, unless this person is extremely deep, otherwise, as long as there is a little panic, I can see it at a glance."

"What about us?" Lin Jue asked.

"There are two other places outside the city. Two women are no longer in the morgue and are buried there. I think we can go and guard them." Luo Seng said, "Perhaps he will go there to check first."

"Then Fuyao, my junior sister, and I will each go to guard them." Lin Jue said, looking at his junior sister and Fuyao.

"Okay!"

His junior sister agreed.

"Ying!"

The fox scratched its head with its hind leg and also agreed.

Luo Seng then took off the eye talisman and handed it to Wan Xinrong.

He also took out two ear talismans from his bosom and handed them to his junior sister.

"The one folded into a square is the mother talisman, and the one folded into a triangle is the sub-talisman. Hide the sub-talisman carefully, stick the mother talisman to your ear, and whatever the sub-talisman hears, the mother talisman can also hear. The eye talisman is the same."

Wan Xinrong accepted it solemnly.

His junior sister took the ear talisman and curiously stuck it to her ear, but heard nothing.

Her leg was a little itchy.

Looking down, she saw Fuyao was carefully pulling at her, so she stuck it to Fuyao's ear, letting it also listen to the air.

Wan Xinrong also learned from them, sticking the eye talisman to his left eye. Immediately, his eyes blurred, and a dark morgue appeared in his vision; there was no one there.

After a while, the few people dispersed.

In the barren mountains outside the city, Luo Seng sent Lin Jue, his junior sister, and Fuyao to a patch of graves.

It was a small grave, not even a tombstone.

Luo Seng pointed to this grave and said: "The owner of this grave is surnamed Zhang. She was originally about to get married, but now she is buried here, and I'm afraid her bones will be devoured."

"Junior sister and Fuyao, guard here. Junior sister can turn into a stone, stay further away, and make good use of the ear talisman. Fuyao can escape into the ground to hide." Lin Jue said, "With the two of you together, in this capital, except for immortals, I don't think many people can fight you."

"Okay!"

"Ying wu!"

"I'll go to the other side."

Lin Jue and Lord Luo turned and walked away.

Before long, they were in front of another larger grave.

Lord Luo pointed and said: "This is the concubine of a county official in the city. She was very favored by the county official, who built this good grave for her."

Lin Jue looked left and right.

Soon he saw a tree.

That tree was a bit thicker than a bowl, and logically it shouldn't be able to hide a person, but Lin Jue's current wood-escape method had significantly improved. When hiding himself in a tree, it was no longer necessary for the tree to be wider and thicker than a person to hide inside.

Lin Jue walked to the tree, took a step forward, and entered the tree.

Only then did Lord Luo leave.

Unknowingly, he waited from morning until noon, and then until the afternoon.

Night fell, and the wilderness was silent.

Waiting until late at night, and then until early morning.

Just as it was about to dawn, a thin, tall Daoist walked on the road hesitantly, looking left and right.

The thin, tall Daoist had a bundle hanging from his waist, containing all his belongings. Originally, he had decided to leave the city to avoid the limelight, but after leaving the city, walking in this direction, although it was not completely on the way, he still couldn't help but want to come and take a look—the murderer indeed had this habit; he had already come to see this grave before.

This kind of thing really had no practical significance.

But his heart was just itching.

Now he also wanted to confirm whether he would leave any omissions, whether his magic power remained on those wounds, and whether those women would, because of their resentment and unwillingness, even if their souls had dissipated, still have their residual souls and obsessions remain beside their bodies.

He certainly couldn't go to the morgue, and he didn't dare to go tomorrow when True Person Lin and Master Fan examined the corpses, but he absolutely had to come and see the graves in this wilderness.

Actually, it was to seek peace of mind.

Coming here didn't mean anything, but he always wanted to come.

So he waited by the roadside until late at night, and then until near dawn, before walking over slowly.

The thin, tall Daoist was very careful. Using the faint daylight, he circled the place several times, observing from different angles, and only after confirming that there was no one here did he walk over.

Stopping in front of the grave, he still looked left and right.

"Where magic power reaches, the earth opens."

The thin, tall Daoist whispered a spell.

With a rumbling sound—

That grave, which had been carefully built, suddenly cracked open, barely enough for a thin person to squeeze in sideways.

The thin, tall Daoist had limited magic power, so he had to chant another spell to open the gap wider.

Only, he didn't notice that, at some point, a figure had appeared on his left side.