Chapter 185

Lin Shu You held the map in his left hand and the compass in his right, turning around, and finally found the destination.

They were each equipped with a compass, but except for Tan Wenbin who could look at some Feng Shui like a model with the help of the compass, like Ah You, Mengmeng, and Runsheng, the compass in their hands could only be used as a large-sized compass.

The coordinate point was in a village under a township; Lin Shu You took off his mountaineering bag, held it in his arms, and sat down on the side of the road.

Beside it was a civilian house; there was a separate small brick house next to the main house, which was a toilet.

Lin Shu You had just sat down for a while when an auntie came out of the house to go to the porcelain vat.

Without pulling the curtains, he turned his body, faced outward, stuck his rear out, half-squatted, pulled his cotton trousers down, and sat directly onto that wooden chair with two armrests.

Lin Shu You only felt a large piece of white flash before his eyes, and then immediately turned his head away, his face flushed.

"Whose child are you?"

The auntie who was relieving herself was idle anyway, and asked Lin Shu You.

"I'm not local."

"Yo, speaking Mandarin, hehe, then where is your hometown?"

"Fujian."

"Fujian, do people there all do business and have a lot of money?"

"No."

"I heard that you Fujian people are all very rich, and the houses built at home have many floors."

At this time, the auntie was like the Empress Dowager sitting on the dragon chair, while Lin Shu You was like the fair-skinned eunuch being questioned in front of the seat.

Lin Shu You originally thought about continuing to sit here, waiting for people to finish relieving themselves and then it would be quiet.

After all, the coordinate point he found was here; it was afternoon now, and he estimated that the evil spirits would come out at night.

But the auntie's voice attracted several aunties from nearby civilian houses; several aunties walked out of their homes, came here, and started chatting.

While chatting, two of them also started to urge, looking like they also wanted to relieve themselves.

From time to time, they would deliberately shout at Lin Shu You, asking about his situation.

A handsome young outsider holding a bag and sitting on the side of the road for so long was indeed very curious.

Finally, Lin Shu You was defeated and left this most precise position, got up, and went to the bungalow a little further away.

The bungalow was surrounded by farmland, with a small stream in front of the door and a persimmon tree by the stream.

Lin Shu You sat back against the tree root; although the distance was a bit far, the flat terrain was open, and he could still clearly see the previous coordinate point.

Just like this, he sat quietly until dusk.

Smoke rose from the chimney of the bungalow, and an old grandfather carrying a toolbox and a saw walked back from the small road outside.

He was a carpenter and would take some scattered work in nearby villages.

His children had all separated and lived alone; he was unwilling to follow, feeling that he was free living his own life, and he and his wife lived in the old house.

The old grandfather was very enthusiastic and took the initiative to come over and talk to Lin Shu You.

It's just that the old grandfather couldn't speak Mandarin, and it was even difficult to listen.

Lin Shu You felt that he had learned a little Nantong dialect during his time at Uncle Li's house, but he didn't expect that just going from one county to another, he couldn't understand this old grandfather's dialect at all.

One old and one young, they talked chicken and duck for a long time under this persimmon tree.

Subsequently, the old grandfather shouted twice toward the house; the grandmother came out of the small kitchen door, smiled and looked at Lin Shu You, and then went in again.

The old grandfather reached out and patted Lin Shu You on the shoulder, then exerted force to help him up.

Lin Shu You understood; this was inviting him to eat.

His mountaineering bag had supplies, and he hurriedly refused, saying no need, but the more Ah You refused, the more enthusiastically the old grandfather invited, gradually developing into mutual pulling.

Language is not connected, but enthusiasm is connected.

Finally, Lin Shu You really had no choice, so he bowed to thank and agreed.

Dinner was not eaten in the house, but two square stools were placed outside as a table, matched with three small benches.

This habit of eating was similar to Uncle Li's house.

Except for rainy days, Uncle Li's house basically placed tables on the dam to eat; when someone passed by on the village road while eating, they could conveniently chat.

The dishes were very simple, a bowl of braised potatoes, a bowl of green vegetables with vermicelli.

Perhaps to entertain guests, the grandmother specially peeled three preserved eggs, put them into a vinegar bowl, and cut a plate of homemade sausage.

The old grandfather wanted to pour wine for Lin Shu You, but Lin Shu You hurriedly refused.

Explaining that he had to catch ghosts at night, fearing that drinking would delay things.

The old grandfather didn't understand; seeing Lin Shu You pick up the rice bowl and start shoveling rice, he thought this young child really didn't drink, so he poured a bowl of yellow wine for himself.

The grandmother used chopsticks to break the preserved egg, picked up half a piece, dipped it in vinegar, and sent it to Lin Shu You's bowl.

Lin Shu You took the initiative to reach out the bowl to receive it and said thank you.

The potatoes were cooked soft and rotten, the sausage was very fragrant, and they were all very suitable for rice.

Lin Shu You, as a martial artist, had a large appetite; not paying attention, he ate two large bowls.

When the grandmother filled the third bowl for him, the old grandfather who finished drinking wine and prepared to eat rice came out of the kitchen, and there was only pot crust left in the bowl.

Lin Shu You knew he had eaten too much.

At this moment, it was already dark.

At the previous coordinate point, I don't know when, a stage was actually set up.

Banners were hung on both sides of the stage, and a large loudspeaker was set up at the top.

Although the food was very fragrant, Lin Shu You was sure he didn't lose focus; that stage appeared out of thin air.

Someone on the stage started performing,

"Clang clang clang! Clang clang clang!"

From the loudspeaker came the sound of children's opera.

Lin Shu You had heard Tan Wenbin talk about this local play, also known as Tong Opera.

Binbin said it was very hard to listen to, and only old people liked it.

But just listening to this opening segment, Lin Shu You unexpectedly felt it was not bad, full of emotion, and rich in flavor.

Art is something that has a thousand faces for a thousand people, depending on personal taste.

If he didn't know it was an evil spirit setting up the stage, Lin Shu You would really want to move the small stool he was sitting on under the stage and enjoy it properly.

At this time, the old grandfather and grandmother who were eating were all sitting stiffly there, with a turbid look in their eyes.

Lin Shu You closed his eyes and opened them, his pupils changed slightly, dispelling this influence.

He knew this was ghost singing.

Folk opera generally has two performance forms, one is singing for people to watch, and one is singing for ghosts to watch.

In his hometown, on some fixed days, people would be specially invited to sing opera in the ancestral hall at night, singing all night long, with no one under the stage.

Besides these two mainstream forms, there is a special form, which is ghosts singing for people to watch.

This move reverses Yin and Yang, watching the play and receiving rewards; what the ghost wants is the life span of the living people under the stage.

At this moment, there must be many people in nearby civilian houses who are just like the old grandfather and grandmother in front of them, in a dazed state; it won't be long before they will take their own benches from home and go to the side of the stage to enjoy the ghost play.

It is indeed a bit fierce; I'm afraid it has been craving here for a long time.

Lin Shu You opened the mountaineering bag and started changing clothes, then opened his face.

Since the stage is set up, can you sing, and I can't?

After opening his face, the Guan Jiang Shou outfit stood up.

Since following Brother Xiao Yuan, Ah You's changes were not just as simple as the extension of spirit-possession time.

Under Brother Xiao Yuan's coercion, every time the boy descended, the support given was also gradually increasing.

It could be said that he had achieved a dual improvement in both time and quality.

The old grandfather and grandmother had already picked up the benches, looking like they were going to move to the stage.

Lin Shu You took a step ahead, stepping on three steps of praise.

In the eyes of ordinary people, he walked very slowly, but his figure could always span far away inadvertently.

Came under the stage.

At this time, it was still in a state of no one around; there was a group of performers on the stage, but only the "Tang King" clustered in the middle was relatively complete.

The other "actors" all had moving costumes, couldn't see heads, couldn't see hands and feet, all were floating.

This play is called "Tang King Tours the Underworld."

The Tang King looked blankly at Lin Shu You standing under the stage, and for a while, he even forgot the lyrics.

It never expected that the stage had just been set up, and the good show had just begun, when it suddenly encountered such an existence.

Lin Shu You jumped up, jumped onto the stage, waved the trident, and bursts of exclamations came from inside the costumes around, all avoiding.

The Tang King raised his hand, and a ball of black mist dispersed from his body; soon, black shadows like little ghosts appeared on the stage.

According to the content of the play, originally these little ghosts should be coming to capture the Tang King, but at this moment they were all commanded by the Tang King.

Lin Shu You's eyes focused, scanning the surroundings.

These little ghosts clamored continuously, but none dared to approach.

You know, at this time Lin Shu You had not yet possessed spirits.

The Tang King was ashamed and angry, muttering and scolding something in his mouth, but Lin Shu You couldn't understand at all.

Subsequently, the Tang King pulled out his belt and started whipping these little ghosts; the little ghosts let out screams, driven to attack Lin Shu You.

Lin Shu You held the trident, his figure turned on the stage, entangled with these little ghosts, blocked twice, then took the opportunity to attack; the trident was originally a mortal weapon, but after being used by the Bai He Master Master Tongzi many times, it had long been stained with the aura of the Yin God, and for these little ghosts that couldn't even be counted as ghosts, it was simply a sharp weapon.

"Ah."

"Ah!"

Bursts of screams were issued, one little ghost after another was pierced by the trident, struggled on the ground, and then began to turn into black ash.

It's a pity, the villagers in nearby civilian houses were still in the stage of carrying benches and walking here, and there was no one under the stage to enjoy it.

Otherwise, just this extremely wonderful martial play would be enough to make people clap their hands and shout, not in vain tonight.

Moreover, such a play is really hard to see on weekdays.

Tang King in the children's opera fights Bai He Master Master Tongzi in the Guan Jiang Shou.

Comparable to Guan Gong fighting Qin Qiong in the new era.

Seeing that these little ghosts couldn't take down Lin Shu You, the Tang King finally couldn't hold back, pulled out the sword from his waist, and stabbed at Lin Shu You.

The opportunity Lin Shu You was waiting for was this.

The evil spirit that set up the stage and sang opera was not very powerful, but Brother Xiao Yuan said that to ensure it was done cleanly, not only must it be defeated, but it must be thoroughly killed.

Afraid that it would turn around and run away, making it hard to chase, Lin Shu You didn't possess spirits.

At this moment, the Tang King took the initiative to attack; Lin Shu You first propped up the opponent's sword with the trident.

The evil spirit's strength was very strong; after a short stalemate, the Tang King began to suppress Lin Shu You downward, and the weapons of both sides constantly shifted to Ah You's side, and Ah You himself was forced to kneel on one knee.

It was also at this time that Lin Shu You's eyes widened, and the vertical pupils opened!

The momentum of his whole body changed suddenly, and the Bai He Master Master Tongzi descended.

What Guan Jiang Shou is best at is dealing with these ghosts and evil spirits; after all, they were once existence at the level of ghost kings, but were recruited by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

The Tang King was shocked, dropped his sword, and wanted to escape.

How could the Bai He Master Master Tongzi let it have its wish? He reached out one arm, directly pierced the Tang King's chest, then retracted backward, forcibly pulling the Tang King back in front of him.

Turning his palm, the technique was released, and the phantom of the white rope bound the Tang King's whole body; no matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free, and wanting to escape was even more unable to perform the method.

The Bai He Master Master Tongzi held the trident in the other hand and stabbed it down at the Tang King's head.

"Ah!!!"

The Tang King let out a scream, and black mist boiled on his body.

In the Bai He Master Master Tongzi's vertical pupils, a touch of comfort and excitement flowed.

Ever since he, this spirit medium, had followed that youth on the river journey, he had faced powerful enemies almost every time he descended, and by that youth's side, terrifying big guys that even he could not look directly at often appeared.

Finally, he encountered a normal little minion, which he could easily crush and shatter.

After doing high-difficulty work for a long time, suddenly encountering a low-difficulty one, it really made the boy enjoy it.

The Tang King's shrill screams continuously spread outward along the large loudspeaker above the stage.

"Bang!"

The large loudspeaker couldn't support it, turned into a broken electronic sound, and spread to the surroundings.

The residents around who were holding benches one by one recovered their clarity, as if they had walked away and had a dream.

The Bai He Master Master Tongzi stirred the trident, and the Tang King's head shattered.

The costume floated down, and the stage disappeared.

In place, it was still that piece of farmland.

In front, there was a mouse as big as a cat, the mouse's head had shattered, and the trident stood there.

Besides that, there was a broken loudspeaker and two or three old costumes beside the mouse.

The Bai He Master Master Tongzi pulled out the trident, raised his foot, and stepped on the mouse's corpse.

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

The headless mouse corpse could actually still let out screams.

This guy actually wanted to use the method of playing dead to escape, but how could such a trick deceive the boy's vertical pupils.

In its final scream, the boy raised his neck, showing enjoyment.

This sound was the real good singing style.

"Bang!"

Finally, the mouse body exploded completely.

The boy lowered his head and looked, still wanting more.

Relatively speaking, this time was not walking the river, and the one he cleaned up was this kind of unranked role, so the merit was not high.

However, after the boy raised his head and looked into the air, he discovered another new phenomenon, or trend.

That boy wanted to set up a dojo and erect a gate here.

Folk inheritance has a very strong regionality; every region has its own traditional characteristics; people have people's territory, and gods also have gods' incense range.

The boy began to ponder in his heart: what if a Guan Jiang Shou temple could be built here.

But soon, this thought was discarded by the boy.

One is that he didn't dare to open this mouth to that boy.

Two is that even if a Guan Jiang Shou temple was set up and those were invited over, he would still be ranked last; wouldn't it be that he worked hard and did a wedding dress for others again?

Suddenly, another thought arose in the boy's heart.

Not setting up a Guan Jiang Shou temple, then can he set up one for himself alone in that boy's dojo?

Better to be a chicken head than a phoenix tail.

At worst, he would come out and work alone!

The vertical pupils disappeared, and the boy left.

Lin Shu You stood where he was; as the spirit medium being possessed, he could "hear" the thoughts the spirit had earlier, or rather, this was something the spirit had intentionally told him in this way.

"This..."

Lin Shu You didn't know what to say for a while.

When he goes back next time, how should he tell his grandfather and master?

Could it be that he directly told them,

Lord Bai He Master Master Tongzi wants to jump ship?

"Clatter! Clatter! Clatter!"

Late at night, in the bathroom on every floor of this high school teaching building, all the faucets turned on by themselves.

Yin Meng sat on the roof, holding a bag of salted peanuts, throwing them into her mouth one by one.

Uncle Li would take the initiative to buy many snacks for Brother Xiao Yuan, but Brother Xiao Yuan basically didn't eat them.

Runsheng and Tan Wenbin didn't have the habit of eating snacks on weekdays either.

Afraid of expiration, these finally fell into Yin Meng's mouth.

Before at the shop of Haihe University, her mouth was also never idle.

It made Lu Yi, in order to report expenses well, have to separate an extra part every time he stocked up to serve as Yin Meng's snack loss.

As a Sichuan-Chongqing person, the love for life is engraved in the bones; while being able to endure hardship, they are also more willing to eat.

In most construction sites and factories, when off work and eating, the best food is often from the workers from Sichuan and Chongqing.

Therefore, after Yin Meng came to Nantong, she always felt that life here had no meaning, rigid and not lively.

After entering the night, except for schools and factories that were still lit, it was very difficult for you to find a night snack street of scale in the city area.

Therefore, if suppressed for a long time, it will also be suppressed into problems.

Yin Meng came to this school to wait very early; at this time it was eleven o'clock at night, students had just finished evening self-study and left the teaching building, and the lights in the classroom and street lights were all turned off, falling into coldness.

And dirty things had already impatiently started to absorb this fresh resentment.

Not long ago, several people should have jumped off the building, making the Feng Shui pattern here very tight and eerie.

Hurry up, hurry up.

Yin Meng was a bit impatient waiting, because the snacks in her bag were almost eaten up; she couldn't use compressed biscuits to satisfy her hunger, right?

Finally, in the toilet under her, the light bulb started flickering, and a pitch-black figure was gradually forming.

A male student ran back to the teaching building at this time; he was holding a love letter in his arms, intending to stuff it into the desk of the female student he admired while no one was around.

No matter how oppressive the teaching atmosphere was, it was very difficult to completely suppress that youthful restless heart.

After stuffing the love letter, the male student prepared to go to the toilet by the way.

Just as he approached the toilet, he saw a wet figure wearing a school uniform walking out of the toilet, looking at him with a grin.

"Come down and accompany me... come down and accompany me... come down and accompany me..."

"Ah!!!"

The male student screamed in fright, then his body stiffened, and he fell to the ground with a "thump," fainting.

"Pfft..."

Yin Meng couldn't help but spit out the peanuts in her mouth.

You'd better scream and shout, or run and escape, but you fainted in one face-to-face; with this psychological endurance, forget about puppy love!

But no matter what, she couldn't watch that boy become the first sacrifice of that resentful ghost.

Brother Xiao Yuan had calculated the coordinate position early, just to let these incoming evil spirits not have time to commit a single sin.

The whip was thrown out, the figure hung and swung down, and halfway through, the whip was pulled out and re-bound; Yin Meng landed in front of the male student in an extremely agile way.

Having experienced two serious poisonings without dying, her physical strength didn't change much, but in agility and lightness, she had made a very clear progress.

The resentful ghost wearing a school uniform saw Yin Meng, raised both hands, and moved toward her.

The resentful ghost's feet didn't move, but liquid kept flowing on its body, as if it was sliding.

"You finally came out, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Yin Meng raised her hand, learned Brother Xiao Yuan's habit, and snapped her fingers.

"Pa!"

No reaction.

Snapped her fingers again, still no reaction.

Yin Meng frowned; she was very unhappy.

That resentful ghost continued to approach, less than three meters away from Yin Meng; Yin Meng had already felt that cold chill.

Yin Meng gave up snapping her fingers, raised her head, and looked above the corridor.

The resentful ghost continued to advance, didn't even look; it could feel that there was no one above.

Indeed no one, but there was a bug.

Yin Meng shouted: "Release poison!"

The Gu insect's mouthparts collided quickly, secreting corrosive toxins; this little dose of toxin almost didn't play any role.

But it just quickly crawled along the jars and cans pasted above.

The sealing film at the jar opening was broken by the corrosive Gu poison, and the poison jars arranged at the toilet entrance were all opened, falling on the resentful ghost below like a curtain of rain.

In an instant, ear-piercing screams were issued.

This resentful ghost raised

Originally, its appearance was already terrifying, but at least with a student uniform on, it had a human shape; now, it had completely become a mass of tumors.

Yin Meng dragged the fainted male student away and went to a corner.

The gu-insect crawled rapidly along the top, followed him, then spread its tentacles after landing on Yin Meng's shoulder below.

"Slap!"

The tumor exploded, splattering a large pool of pus.

Seeing that the reaction was about enough, Yin Meng walked out, took out a jar of highly toxic and volatile venom, and sprinkled it all around.

Fighting poison with poison, she completely neutralized the residual toxins here.

After finishing this, Yin Meng clapped her hands.

She looked up again and gazed at the densely packed small jars stuck above.

She was thinking, was there a way to gather a large amount of different toxins together while ensuring their stable state?

If she could manage that, the utilization rate of her backpack when going out in the future would be greatly improved, and at least she could carry many more snacks.

This was worth a try.

But Yin Meng suspected that they might not agree to her experimenting with this at home.

……

A dead-walker crawled out from the water well.

This was a female dead-walker, with clothes from the Republic of China era remaining on her body, looking like a qipao.

This well was located inside a nursing home, and many elderly people lived in the rooms of the surrounding buildings.

The level of evil spirits varied, and the objects they chose to harm and drain were also different.

The blood qi of the elderly was declining, far inferior to that of young people, but people dying one after another in a nursing home was, in itself, a very normal thing.

She could take her time, and she would not excessively alarm the powers above in the dark.

She continued to move forward, leaving behind wet and sticky footprints.

Her gaze was constantly scanning, looking for tonight's target.

"Cough, cough... cough, cough..."

In a room on the second floor, an old person began to cough.

She walked toward the stairs, preparing to go up; she believed this was the meal responding to her.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of her.

Young, vigorous, and surging with blood qi!

Greed appeared in her eyes; her original plan failed directly in the face of such intense temptation.

She wanted him; she wanted to drain him dry!

She pounced on him.

Along with her, her shadow also pounced.

Her shadow took the first step to control the man, and she opened her mouth, heading straight for the man's chest.

At this moment, she was already looking forward to the feeling of that hot, scalding blood entering her throat.

But just at this moment, the man reached out his hand and grabbed her throat.

Astonishment appeared in her eyes; why, why was her shadow unable to restrain him!

Runsheng lifted her up and observed her carefully.

When he and his grandfather dealt with this kind of dead-walker in the past, it would be very tricky and extremely troublesome, requiring them to risk the danger of no return.

But now, looking at her was just like looking at a broken doll.

Almost instinctively, Runsheng stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

Acting alone, Xiaoyuan and Mengmeng were not by his side.

He did not need to hide the longing deep in his heart.

What Xiaoyuan helped him suppress was the evil qi within his body, but the origin was in his soul and could not be stripped away.

When he ate, he still needed to light incense.

If only he could eat her at every meal, that would be great.

Terror appeared on the woman's face because she felt that while she was treating him as food, he was also treating her as food.

Runsheng carried her back to the well, not in a hurry to take a bite.

Because Xiaoyuan had drawn two circles on his map.

The woman struggled continuously, attempting to break free, but Runsheng's hand was like steel pliers, locking her tightly.

Seeing that the other dead-walker had not come out yet, Runsheng had to turn around, leaving his back to the well mouth.

At this time, a new figure poked out from the well mouth; it was a man wearing a brown suit, but like the woman, the clothes on his body were already tattered beyond recognition.

The man opened his mouth and pounced toward Runsheng's back.

Runsheng's back qi-gate opened, making it impossible for the man to get close.

The next moment, Runsheng drew the Yellow River shovel he had just sharpened in the morning, and with one horizontal slash, the man's head left his neck and rolled to the ground.

"Crack!"

Immediately after, Runsheng snapped the woman's neck.

The two dead-walkers began to dissipate; before long, they would turn into a pool of liquid.

Runsheng swallowed his saliva, walked in front of these two corpses, and squatted down.

At this time, he had to take advantage while it was still cool.

Runsheng lowered his head and opened his mouth, but just as he was about to bite down, a strong sense of rejection came from the bottom of his heart.

"What's going on..."

Runsheng could not understand.

He lowered his head again, wanting to open his mouth; in the past, at this moment, he would have felt incomparably satisfied and happy, but the result of trying again was still an incomparably strong nausea.

It was just like when he ate normally; if he didn't light incense, even though he was clearly very hungry and wanted to eat, the moment he was about to put it in his mouth, he would feel incomparably repulsed.

Runsheng had no choice but to drag these two dissolving dead-walkers away from the nursing home, find a desolate location, and throw them in.

They were still dissolving, and that constantly rising black qi, in the past, would have been the aroma of hot rice and meat.

Runsheng could still feel hungry; he still wanted to eat.

He decided to try one more time, squatted down, leaned over, and opened his mouth.

No, still no!

Runsheng stood up, and beneath his pupils, a faint scarlet appeared.

Based on some situations Xiaoyuan had told him, plus his own repeated attempts, Runsheng finally confirmed one thing.

That was that he still wanted to eat dirty meat; this longing was not only because the evil qi in his body was suppressed, but on the contrary, it had become even more intense because of it.

However, he could no longer eat ordinary dead-walkers.

He felt very self-reproachful and guilty; there was a kind of evaluation that, for a child from a poor family background, was a heinous crime.

That was,

He had become a picky eater.

……

"Ding-a-ling!"

The phone in Tan Yunlong's office rang, and he reached out to pick it up.

"Hello, I am Tan Yunlong."

"Dad, I knew you were still in the office."

"You brat."

Tan Yunlong recognized his son's voice.

"Dad, it's not that I'm complaining, but look at what time it is now, and you're still working and not coming home?"

"Has the sun risen from the west? You specifically called to urge me to rest?"

"I mean, if you keep focusing on work and not coming home like this, if my mom divorces you because of it, I'll be too embarrassed to stand on your side and speak for you."

Tan Yunlong wrapped his finger around the phone cord; he wished that this cord were wrapped around the neck of the person on the other end of the phone right now.

Unfortunately, it was very difficult for him to see this son of his now.

In the past, in his spare time, he would take time to go to the school to see his son; not seeing him for a period of time, he would indeed miss him.

It was just that his son hadn't returned to school after the New Year.

If he were playing around and wasting his studies, that would be one thing; it would be a perfect reason to unbuckle the belt around his waist.

But he had gone to the school to ask, and his son's paperwork there was complete; he had started his internship early.

Was the construction of the motherland so vigorous that even freshmen had to participate in work so quickly?

However, as an old criminal investigator and a man who had spent half his life in the unit, he could see from these procedures that his son had obtained a good opportunity that others could hardly imagine; as long as he could walk this path well, he would definitely be able to make a name for himself in this industry in the future.

It was the same graduation, but he had four years more work experience than others, and he was following a famous teacher in the industry.

Anyway, regardless of what his father and father-in-law thought, Tan Yunlong had already extinguished the idea of letting his son take the police exam after graduation.

Because, even if his selfishness was incomparably heavy, there was absolutely no way he could pave the way for his son to such an extent.

"Dad, seriously, you have to take care of my mom more; it hasn't been easy for my mom to be with you all these years."

"I haven't seen you take the time to accompany your partner more either."

"I have no choice; I inherited your bad habits, so it's still your fault."

"Speak your mind."

"I want to report a case."

Tan Yunlong let go of the cord he was pulling, sat up straight, and said seriously, "Speak, what is it?"

"I'll tell you about it first, and you see how to handle it."

Tan Wenbin talked about the Wu family's matter.

Tan Yunlong lit a cigarette, fell into silence, and only after a while did he say, "If this case is true, it will be very difficult to handle."

"I know."

Tan Wenbin on the other end of the phone had a very calm tone; of course, he knew this case was not easy to handle, but the necessary procedures definitely still had to be followed.

"I will call my former colleagues and let them go investigate."

"Okay."

"Anything else?"

"No."

"Why aren't you resting so late?" Tan Yunlong heard the sound of a car horn outside, "Are you outside?"

"No, they're playing a Hong Kong movie on TV."

"People in Hong Kong movies speak Nantong dialect?"

"Nantong dialect dubbed version."

"You..."

"Dad, it's almost a minute, I'm hanging up."

"Beep..."

Tan Yunlong pressed the phone and redialed.

Tan Wenbin, over there, asked the convenience store owner for a bottle of drink and settled the bill.

Then, drinking the beverage, he walked to the roadside and flagged down a taxi that happened to be passing by.

The taxi had the red "Occupied" light on, but there was no one sitting inside.

The driver slowed down, pulled over to the side, rolled down the window, and asked, "Where to?"

Tan Wenbin stated the destination.

"Get in, my home happens to be there."

"Isn't that a coincidence, hehe."

"Special love for a special you, my loneliness cannot escape your eyes!"

In the passenger seat of the taxi, Tan Wenbin hummed along with the music on the car radio.

His immersion moved the driver who was driving, and he also sang along with him.

The journey was a bit long; after the two finished singing, the driver even handed his water cup to Tan Wenbin, and the two began to chat.

The destination was by the river.

When they were almost there, the driver said:

"I've taken someone here several times before; I'm curious, it's in the middle of nowhere, why does that young man always like to come to this place."

Tan Wenbin looked at the map, then looked at the river surface under the night outside the window, and smiled:

"Maybe he's here to jump into the river."

"Haha, even if he's jumping into the river, how could he jump so many times at once? How many lives does he have to jump with?"

"Who knows, young people nowadays have rather special hobbies; I don't understand."

"I think you're also quite young; aren't you quite normal?"

"Is that so? Hehe."

"We're here."

"Mm."

Tan Wenbin took out money and handed it to the driver.

While giving change, the driver asked, "Are you still going to leave later?"

"Why, listening to that, do you want to stay and wait for me?"

"It's not easy to hail a taxi here."

"Aren't you in a hurry to go home?"

"It is time to get off work and go back, but my wife and children must have been asleep long ago. In the past, only my mom would leave the lights on at home waiting for me to get off work and come back, and she would also save food for me.

I told her not to wait for me and to go to sleep early, but she said she was worried that it wouldn't be safe for me to drive at night; if I didn't come back, she couldn't sleep either."

Tan Wenbin turned around, took a look at the back seat, and said, "Auntie has passed away."

"Mm, how did you know?"

"You said 'in the past'."

"She passed away a while ago, cerebral infarction, she passed away in her sleep, she didn't suffer much. Tomorrow happens to be her fifth-seventh day.

I'm not driving tomorrow; if you don't take too long, I'll wait for you here, take you back, and chat with you; it's quite relaxing."

"Do you want to chat with Auntie?"

"What?"

Tan Wenbin took out a Heart-Clearing Talisman and stuck it on the driver's forehead.

The driver originally had a look of confusion, but once the talisman was stuck on, his whole person calmed down, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

He had already accumulated a day's fatigue, and now that his heart was clear, the thing he wanted to do most was sleep.

Tan Wenbin reached out and grabbed the driver's wrist, beginning to walk in the underworld.

The driver opened his eyes in a daze, as if he were dreaming; he also felt that he was dreaming.

Tan Wenbin signaled him to look back; the driver turned his head and saw his mother sitting in the back seat.

His mother had been sitting in the back, worried about her son.

This was not a ghost, nor did it have resentment, but rather an obsession formed by the bond of longing, which would not harm anyone.

Tan Wenbin said, "Have a chat; I've given you a chance to meet one more time. For his sake, don't keep following the car anymore; it's not good for his fortune."

The old woman nodded at Tan Wenbin, casting a look of gratitude.

"Mom..."

Tan Wenbin got out of the car and walked to the river alone.

Just now, it was just a small interlude; that taxi was not his target for today.

Or rather, this kind of normal obsession manifestation was not enough to make Brother Xiaoyuan personally appoint him to solve it.

Many people would dream of their relatives after they passed away; in fact, many times, this was not a dream.

Tan Wenbin picked his ear; he felt that ever since his two god-sons were full and had nothing to do, he himself had also become very different.

Some things were easier to do than in the past.

After going down the slope, Tan Wenbin continued to walk toward the river.

When assigning tasks, Brother Xiaoyuan emphasized one point, saying that the location assigned to him had the heaviest evil spirit aura, and the compass response was also the most intense.

The other partners clearly showed a lack of understanding on their faces; everyone acknowledged the role Tan Wenbin could play in the team, but in terms of individual strength, the most powerful evil spirit should be left to Runsheng to solve, or at least it should be Lin Shu You.

It wasn't that Tan Wenbin's ghost-controlling technique wasn't strong, and Tan Wenbin after falling asleep would only have more powerful ghost-controlling effects, but that required paying the price of shortening his lifespan.

Tan Wenbin took the map, scanned it, and said with a smile, "Small problem, a piece of cake."

Walking to the river, the sound of river water hitting the shore kept coming from all around.

That's right, this is the location.

Looking at his watch, it was almost time.

Tan Wenbin stood by the river, waiting patiently.

Not long after, a figure in red drifted over on the river surface in the distance.

Under normal circumstances, evil spirits wearing red were often more fierce.

And when you looked at her, there was a feeling that your vision was also distorted, and dizziness and discomfort would arise in your head.

However, Tan Wenbin not only didn't look away, but instead kept staring at her, and a smile even appeared on his face.

By his ear, bursts of evil wind howled.

"Whoo~~~"

Tan Wenbin blew a frivolous whistle.

On the river surface, the red figure stood up; she felt the provocation from Tan Wenbin, and she was angry.

That rich resentment was like substance.

Brother Xiaoyuan was right; this was indeed a big evil spirit.

Even if Runsheng or A-You came over, wanting to solve her alone would be very difficult and very dangerous.

Because this kind of evil spirit had very rich means, and she would likely not choose to engage in close combat with you.

In Tan Wenbin's ears, the woman's whispers had already appeared.

Fortunately, he still had his two god-sons by his side, otherwise, he would probably have already lost his mind by now.

But even so, he still felt an extremely intense headache, as if his brain were about to be torn apart.

They hadn't even fought yet; just staring at each other from so far away, if he didn't use his ghost-controlling technique again, he would already be unable to hold on.

Tan Wenbin took out his cigarette case and pulled one out to hold in his mouth.

He tried rubbing the lighter a few times, but the flame was quickly blown out by the river wind.

Tan Wenbin simply took out a piece of yellow paper, folded it into a concave shape, and then rubbed the lighter inside it; very quickly, the yellow paper burned.

Holding the burning yellow paper in his hand, he brought it to his mouth, and with the help of this fire, he finally successfully lit the cigarette in his mouth.

The figure in red flickered on the river surface; every time she brightened, she greatly shortened the distance between her and Tan Wenbin, bringing even more eerie and terrifying pressure.

Tan Wenbin exhaled a smoke ring, casually threw the half-burned yellow paper onto the river surface in front of him, and then put one hand behind his back,

And said loudly:

"By the order of my Dragon King, the Bai Family Town listens to the decree: Suppress the evil spirit!"

(End of chapter)