Chapter 84

"Just provide a clue for fun..."

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

How could such a matter be treated casually, and how could it be categorized as "fun"? Didn't they know that doing this would ruin the life of a peer?

Tan Wenbin recalled the scene he had seen in Wu Xinhui's memory, where such a dialogue had occurred during their confrontation:

"Why did you frame me? Why did you frame me? Why!"

"It would be better if you were dead. It would be better if you were dead. If you were dead, no one would know."

So, Wu Xinhui was so valiantly chasing after the fleeing Zhao Junfeng with a dagger not because he was the murderer, but to keep this "joke" going?

How on earth did such an inconceivable logic and motivation for behavior come about!

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

Inside the room, Mao Chang'an's ferocious laughter could be heard:

"Hahahahahaha!"

Obviously, the person who was most unable to understand and most unable to accept this right now was him.

He had racked his brains, planned step by step, and kept pretending not to know while constantly monitoring the progress, even sacrificing his own biological son for it, only to end up with such a result.

"Please, let us go. We can give you whatever you want."

"Yes, yes, yes, let us go. We won't tell anyone about what happened today. We will definitely keep it a secret."

Mao Chang'an's laughter stopped. He now wished he could subject the two people in front of him to cruel torture and extreme suffering. Unfortunately, Wu Xinhui had died too quickly; it was letting him off too easily.

However, just as Mao Chang'an raised his hand and the silver needle appeared at his fingertip again, he stopped his movement.

Outside the window crack, Li Zhuiyuan, who noticed this detail, had his gaze slightly tighten.

The old thing was a ruthless character. Even if the plan collapsed and failed, and even if he was angry to this extent, he was still wary of the Heavenly Dao and forcibly suppressed his impulse, not making a move.

He really loved himself very much.

At this moment, the blood incense had burned out.

The formation patterns that had been very bright on the floor tiles of the hall instantly turned into peeling paint from years ago.

Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin, who were standing side by side, began to sway, and wisps of liquid constantly overflowed from their bodies. Because the puppets were damaged, they were currently in a state of being out of control.

Mao Chang'an waved his hand and said earnestly, "You are innocent people. Run quickly, and pay attention to safety."

"Thank you, thank you!"

"Thank you, thank you!"

Zhu Hongyu and Liu Xinya felt as if they had been granted amnesty and got up to start running away. But the maze formation set up by Mao Zhushan while he was still alive was still there. The two of them circled in place for a long time, yet they still couldn't run out of the hall gate.

Mao Chang'an could break this kind of simple small formation with a wave of his hand, but he didn't do so. While covering his face and sobbing, complaining about his dead son and the tragic situation that had occurred here, he walked out of the hall, knelt down with a "thump," and continued to repent to the heavens.

Obviously, he wouldn't let those two women go, but he didn't want to dirty his own hands.

Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin stopped swaying, and a thick aura belonging to the dead-fallen radiated from them. Zhao Junfeng's was more intense, while Qiu Minmin's appeared shallower, probably because the latter had just suffered a severe blow recently.

The two dead-fallen instinctively looked at the two women still running inside the room and walked toward them step by step.

Zhu Hongyu and Liu Xinya retreated while screaming, their backs almost pressed against the door panel, very close to the position where Li Zhuiyuan and the other two were hiding and peeking inside.

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

But the two of them obviously didn't want to do so. Not only did no one try to consult the opinion of Xiaoyuan behind them, but instead, one turned their face away and the other simply lowered their head.

Tan Wenbin: "Did you see that the two dead-fallen murderers are about to kill someone?"

Yin Meng understood and immediately replied, "Didn't see it."

Tan Wenbin hesitated for a moment, felt that this statement was not good, and changed his words to ask again:

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

"Saw it, they just ran out!"

"That's great, they escaped and are safe."

"Yeah, I'm really happy for them."

When people do things that go against "public order and good customs," they often find excuses for themselves. The purpose of doing so is to leave no burden in their hearts and avoid falling into internal friction.

Many people died in the room tonight, and they watched the show from the outside the whole time. If they had made a move earlier, perhaps most of the people inside wouldn't have died. But, why should they make a move?

Ran Qiuping and Sun Hongxia had attacked them and the others, and Runsheng was still lying in the hospital bed recovering from his injuries; Mao Zhushan deserved to die, and his own father and master didn't care; as for the three of Wu Xinhui... it was as if everyone knew how to play dumb.

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

Along with the two screams that came from the room one after another, they didn't feel unbearable or sinful.

Li Zhuiyuan stood behind and witnessed their inner drama the whole time. Anyway, except for the "explanation to the Heavenly Dao," he himself would never have this process in his heart.

The people in the room were all dead. Mao Chang'an stood up and walked into the room while wiping his tears.

His expression was first stunned, then unbearable, and finally angry:

"Two evil obstacles, actually daring to harm living creatures under my nose!"

Tan Wenbin couldn't help but exclaim: "As expected of an old veteran actor."

Yin Meng echoed: "Really professional."

Li Zhuiyuan made a classroom summary: "Remember to study, and then hand over the class notes to Runsheng. Don't let him fall behind in his homework."

Every adventure event participated in together is a precious experience.

Yin Meng was a notch worse than Tan Wenbin in terms of cooperation, and she always said some inappropriate nonsense. This was also because she had been peaceful ever since she joined the team and came to Nantong, lacking this kind of team experience and grinding. Earlier, when Binbin first joined the team, he talked much more nonsense than her.

Mao Chang'an was preparing to clear the scene. The plan had failed, and his son and apprentice were also dead, but life had to go on.

Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin walked toward him, obviously instinctively wanting to make a move on him. He bent down, picked up the two damaged puppets on the ground, and faced the two dead-fallen that were pressing in step by step, he was not panicked at all, his fingers quickly winding threads and inserting needles on them again.

Li Zhuiyuan turned around, walked out of the hiding place, went straight to the door, looked at Mao Chang'an, 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 better to let Mao Chang'an solve those two dead-fallen first, and then the three of them show up to solve the old man?

This would also be more in line with the three's previous plan, except that it changed from solving the old man first to only one old man left to solve.

But not understanding was one thing, the two of them still quickly came to Li Zhuiyuan's side, holding Yellow River shovels, guarding on the left and right.

Mao Chang'an held the two puppets that had just been repaired, his fingers flicked lightly, and the two dead-fallen immediately stopped their footsteps. With another light adjustment of his fingertips, the two dead-fallen turned around and faced the door.

Immediately, Mao Chang'an extended three fingers with his left hand, his right arm spun, and after a cross, finally stacked them up and down:

"Mao Chang'an, ancestors were based at the Qinhuai Wharf in Jin Ling. I don't know which wharf the little brother is based at?"

When peers meet, what arises first is actually wariness. Probing the bottom is also to avoid friction as much as possible.

There's no way around it. In this line of work, who doesn't have a few housekeeping skills? If they really tear their faces apart and plot against each other, then no one will have a good life.

At this time, if one were to mention "based at the Haohe Wharf" again, it would be deliberately making jokes.

Li Zhuiyuan put his hands in his pockets, too lazy to return the salute, but said very straightforwardly:

"I'm not based at a wharf. I worship the Long Wang of the Liu family."

Mao Chang'an's expression stalled, with visible panic, and he even retreated several steps in a row, explaining anxiously:

"I failed to teach my son, causing him to go astray and brew such a tragedy. Now I have already destroyed my relatives for righteousness and cleaned up the mess. I ask you to judge clearly!"

He was very afraid.

But his fear was different from the shock of Yin Fuhai when reporting his family background at the Fengdu Ghost Street back then.

Yin Fuhai had lived in a small county for generations, and things on the river were just rumors and hearsay. Mao Chang'an, however, had a way to get a plaque from the cultural relic protection unit to hang at his own door.

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

This couldn't help but make Li Zhuiyuan think of the storyteller Yu Shu who had been to Nantong back then.

It seems that even when walking after the dinner party at the Ding family in the mountain city back then, Grandma Liu had hidden a hand from him. She didn't lie to him, but she didn't tell the whole truth either.

Li Zhuiyuan pointed to the two puppets Mao Chang'an was holding and asked, "Can you throw one over for me to see?"

Mao Chang'an hesitated.

Huh, it's actually possible to throw it to him?

Li Zhuiyuan continued: "Stop, the outside is full of our people."

Although it was very clear that unless Runsheng was discharged from the hospital carrying a drip, it was absolutely impossible for anyone else to be outside.

But Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng still puffed out their chests calmly, especially Tan Wenbin, with a look of disdain hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"Please."

Mao Chang'an threw the female puppet toward Li Zhuiyuan.

It was covered with needles. Li Zhuiyuan didn't catch it. Yin Meng used a flipping hand to first unload the force on it, then caught it smoothly and handed it to Li Zhuiyuan.

Mao Chang'an said: "I can give a full explanation for what happened here. It really is..."

Li Zhuiyuan nodded while checking the puppet: "Don't worry, we won't wrong a good person, nor will we let a bad person go."

The teenager was sure that the old man in front of him regarded himself as the same kind of person as Yu Shu. It seems that after Qin Shu left the great-grandfather's house, he shouldn't have just chosen a place to live in seclusion; he had things to do.

After checking, Li Zhuiyuan threw the female puppet onto the ground very casually.

As it hit the ground, the needle tip was touched, and Qiu Minmin made several strange postures in a row.

Mao Chang'an asked suspiciously: "You are..."

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

Mao Chang'an said in surprise: "What, how is this possible?"

"Believe it or not, it's up to you. If I hadn't come out just now, were you planning to use this puppet to control them to solve yourself, so as to complete the last step of destroying the evidence?

You will die. He is actually also waiting for this opportunity."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Junfeng lunged at Mao Chang'an fiercely.

Mao Chang'an did a miserable side roll and barely dodged it.

He quickly used his fingertips to flick the male puppet in his hand, but it was of no use. Zhao Junfeng's figure rotated in mid-air, lunged again, opened his mouth, and sprayed a blood mist from his mouth.

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 was his clothes torn, but his arm was also burned by a layer.

"Why is it like this?"

It wasn't just Mao Chang'an who didn't understand the situation; Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng were the same. But the two of them continued to keep their faces straight. No matter how suspicious Tan Wenbin was in his heart, he still forcibly squeezed out a look of "See, that's how it is."

At this time, Qiu Minmin was covered with a layer of mud and lunged at Mao Chang'an from behind.

Mao Chang'an side-stepped again, a silver needle protruded from his hand, pierced Qiu Minmin, and after pulling along the silk thread to bring the two sides closer, he kicked sideways.

"Bang!"

Qiu Minmin, who had already been severely injured, was kicked to the ground.

Just as Mao Chang'an was preparing to ride on her and cut off Qiu Minmin's head with a silver thread, Zhao Junfeng appeared. Mao Chang'an had to give up first and retreat quickly.

While retreating, he was still shouting: "Please help me subdue the dead-fallen!"

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

After speaking, he retreated backward.

"You..."

Mao Chang'an's eyes were about to split. At this moment, he finally reacted: "You are not from the Long Wang'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 sufficiently safe distance, they stopped and watched the show.

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

"That night in the dance practice room, I once tried to control Qiu Minmin, but found that she was controlled by another consciousness. She was a ghost servant.

Earlier, when I saw Mao Zhushan use that puppet to control these two dead-fallen, I felt suspicious.

It's not that this kind of evil art can't control dead-fallen.

It's just that I don't think I can't even compete with a puppet."

That night, Li Zhuiyuan was one step away from fully controlling Qiu Minmin, but the consciousness within Qiu Minmin was exceptionally tenacious, fighting desperately against him.

But a puppet is a dead object; where would a consciousness to fight back come from?

Therefore, the one controlling Qiu Minmin was definitely another existence.

Mao Zhushan and Mao Chang'an both practiced that evil book and both used puppets to control corpses, which means that the one truly controlling Qiu Minmin was not their father and son.

The people in the room were almost all dead. Using the elimination method to screen, no matter how impossible it was, that was the final answer.

The one who had been controlling Qiu Minmin was Zhao Junfeng.

"Brother Binbin, do you remember the memory scene seen during the soul-walking earlier?"

"Remember..."

"Have you noticed that Wu Xinhui's memory scene is very misleading."

"Ah, yes, Wu Xinhui is clearly not the murderer, but that part gives people the feeling that he is the murderer who specifically came to kill and silence."

"It could have been adjusted further forward, for example, the three of Wu Xinhui didn't actually see the murderer, and the truth could have been revealed simply, but this part was deliberately not cut out.

In addition, there are many doors there. Three doors are closed, one door can be opened, and inside is Qiu Minmin's face. The other two doors cannot be opened. Since there is Qiu Minmin, there should also be Zhao Junfeng's, but Zhao Junfeng's memory is closed."

"Then what about the other door?"

"I originally thought it was Mao Chang'an's. After all, he didn't die and is also in this game. Now I think it might not be... It should be something deeper residing in Zhao Junfeng's body, for example, the book that their father and son mentioned."

"Can a book do this to such an extent?"

"Some things are very evil. Has Runsheng told you that at the grave in Shigang, there is still a copper coin buried there? Even if I left home for college, I didn't take it.

It's not that I forgot, but that I really don't have the confidence to touch it now."

Once that thing is in hand, if one is not careful, a Tai Sui will grow on the body, like an infectious disease.

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

"Hmm, the mantis stalks the cicada, and there is a food chain following behind."

"Brother Xiaoyuan, you deliberately went out just now, wanting to let them kill each other first?"

"Otherwise? We are here to finish the job. The old thing is the mastermind and was meant to be dealt with. Since it's proven that it's not the puppet truly controlling Qiu Minmin but Zhao Junfeng, then Zhao Junfeng also has a grudge against us.

Both are targets to be dealt with. How could we let the old man be sneak-attacked and die just like that? Let them bite each other and bleed first, wouldn't it save us trouble?"

Tan Wenbin: "Brother, if one day you feel your brain is heavy and tired, I'll help you carry it for a while."

Yin Meng spoke up at this time and asked: "What is the ultimate goal of all this?"

"Yin-Yang companion dead-fallen, how could it be so easy to refine? According to Wei Zhengdao's meaning, it must be those famous orthodox sects that have the foundation to try to create this thing.

Two corpse-salvagers, still based at the wharf, how could they create such a battle?"

Yin Meng's expression was a bit sorrowful. Her family was also based at the wharf. No, after her grandfather died, she came to Nantong, and her Yin family didn't even have a wharf anymore.

"I suspect that the records in the book their father and son obtained have problems. It's probably the same as your Yin family's twelve methods, a simplified version, making people feel that it's easy to get started."

Yin Meng felt that her chest was stifled again.

"As for the ultimate goal, although it's a bit absurd, I guess it is relatively limited itself. It wants to possess a carrier while regaining freedom."

Tan Wenbin: "The old man seems to be failing?"

Inside the room, Mao Chang'an tried to escape several times, but was intercepted by Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin, as if they wanted to keep him here at all costs.

"Zhao Junfeng, since you are not controlled and have consciousness, then you should be clear that even if you kill me, you will have to face those three people when you go out later!"

"Those three people might have come very early. They haven't left now just because they are thinking that we will perish together so they can clean up the situation. If you want to take Qiu Minmin and leave, I won't stop you. You two leave now. Whether it's poisoning living creatures to vent resentment or escaping into the river and sea, it's all up to you!"

"Zhao Junfeng, let's join forces first, solve the three people outside, and then we will decide life and death. Only then will we not be taken advantage of by outsiders!"

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

Yin Meng curled her lips: "Really shameless."

Tan Wenbin: "But Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin seem to be staring at him, just wanting to kill him. Is there such a deep grudge?"

Dead-fallen are not people from their lifetime. Zhao Junfeng killed Ran Qiuping and Sun Hongxia under the premise of being able to control himself and control Qiu Minmin, which proves that he had long since broken away from his original identity and bondage relationship.

Under this premise, if he really had wisdom, he should seem to consider the old man's proposal.

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

Mao Chang'an was really forced to have no other way. He already had multiple scars on his body, dripping with blood. If he didn't get serious, his life would really be lost here.

I saw him pierce his own palms with his two thumb nails, pierce open blood holes, and then pull out two red threads from inside respectively.

The red threads were propped up, his waist exerted force, and he flicked toward his front.

It just so happened that Zhao Junfeng lunged at this time, spraying red mist from his mouth again, but when the red mist touched the flicked red threads, it made a "hissing" sound. Not only did it disperse itself, but it didn't block the red threads at all.

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

"Bang!"

Zhao Junfeng was flicked away, his body twisted, and the parts of his body stained with red threads began to fall off with broken flesh.

Qiu Minmin appeared behind Mao Chang'an, her arms stabbing out.

Mao Chang'an shrank his body, didn't choose to dodge, but leaned back smoothly, his shoulder hitting Qiu Minmin fiercely.

While Qiu Minmin retreated, the mud on her body quickly stuck to Mao Chang'an, frantically pouring in from the wounds on his body.

"Ah!!!"

Mao Chang'an let out a scream, but his arms still circled, the red threads wrapped around Qiu Minmin's neck, and then exerted force to cut!

"Puff..."

Qiu Minmin's head was cut off.

The headless corpse retreated a few steps, arms spread out, pus gushed out from the neck incision, black energy overflowed, and resentment began to dissipate.

"Damn, the old thing is so strong." Tan Wenbin swallowed his saliva subconsciously, "Without Brother Xiaoyuan's backup, Yin Meng and I really couldn't beat him. How were those red threads pulled out from the body?"

Yin Meng: "It's what he nurtured in his body, used as tendons."

"So ruthless, Mengmeng, can you do this?"

"No, I heard it mentioned when grandfather told stories when I was a child."

"This set of things doesn't look like an orthodox path no matter how you look at it."

Hearing this, Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but think of the blood-colored fish gills that appeared on Qin Shu's body before he went down the river. In fact, the orthodox path was originally very bloody.

After solving Qiu Minmin, Mao Chang'an forced Zhao Junfeng to retreat continuously with red threads again, but every time he wanted to take this opportunity to escape, Zhao Junfeng would stick to him again, like a tarsal maggot.

But this also gave Mao Chang'an an opportunity. He pretended to leave the hall again. When Zhao Junfeng lunged again, he kicked his feet, flicked backward, and sat directly on Zhao Junfeng's body.

His arms pressed down, and the red threads pulled toward Zhao Junfeng's neck.

Zhao Junfeng raised his arms, stabbed into Mao Chang'an's thighs, and at the same time opened his mouth, red mist frantically spraying out.

"Die for me, die for me, die for me!"

Mao Chang'an didn't care about anything, betting everything.

"Puff..."

Zhao Junfeng's head was also cut off, rolling on the ground several times.

"Hoo... hoo... hoo..."

Mao Chang'an was covered in blood, like a blood man, limping toward the gate. Facing the three people standing outside the house, he smiled.

Against the backdrop of blood stains, his teeth were very white.

The red threads in his hands had broken. From his face to his arms and then to his legs, his skin and flesh were obviously sagging, as if he had suddenly aged twenty years.

But he still didn't give up, knowing that he no longer had the strength to fight. He said: "You propose the conditions, I only ask for a way to live."

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

"Why? I have no grudge against you."

Li Zhuiyuan replied seriously: "If we don't kill you, we three would have done nothing coming here tonight, which would make us look very dull."

Mao Chang'an: "..."

Tan Wenbin echoed: "Yes, yes, yes, coming out late at night, the show is indeed exciting and good-looking, but we have to do something, so that we have a sense of participation."

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

Tan Wenbin pointed to the three of them: "It's okay, the three of us share it, and it shouldn't be much left after averaging it."

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

Yin Meng looked at Tan Wenbin: "The gap in brains."

Mao Chang'an sat on the ground with a "thump." He took out a talisman paper from his hand, stroked it with his fingertips, and the talisman paper ignited.

He could barely even walk now. If he didn't stop the bleeding, excessive blood loss could cause his death, so he was very clear that he had no possibility of escaping.

Selfish people are not only very afraid of death, but even more afraid of others taking advantage of them.

The talisman he just ignited was the "key" to his home.

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

The original Yin-Yang combined structure began to rub and collide. Wisps of thick Yin energy overflowed from the bronze door below the general statue, clusters of greenish ghost fire rose in the air, and fire lines appeared on the ground.

"My things, none of you think about taking them away, none of you think about..."

The fire began to appear. This ignition had no dead ends and soon sprang up from everywhere.

Yin Meng: "Brother Xiaoyuan, I'll go kill him, and then we'll leave."

"Let's go."

Li Zhuiyuan turned around and ran straight out.

Yin Meng didn't quite understand. Isn't it that not killing someone would make one look dull?

And although the fire had started at this time, it hadn't reached the point of extreme danger. Killing someone would still be in time to run out.

Tan Wenbin had already followed. Seeing this, Yin Meng took a final look at Mao Chang'an sitting there, and also followed and ran out.

"Hehe..."

Watching the backs of the three leaving, Mao Chang'an let out a laugh. Looking at the flames rising all around, his face showed loneliness.

He reached out and took out a book with a white cover and black bottom from his bosom.

Lowering his head and looking at the book cover, hatred appeared in his eyes. He knew that if it weren't for this book, he and his son would still be living a peaceful life, inheriting family learning, maintaining peace in one area, not letting dead-fallen harm the world, and not shaming the family ancestors.

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

But soon, greed and attachment appeared in Mao Chang'an's eyes again. He loved this book, loved it to the bottom of his heart.

If one hears the Dao in the morning, one can die in the evening. Where would ordinary corpse-salvagers based at the wharf get a truly profound inheritance? It was this book that let him see the true brilliance. It turns out that this world can still have such possibilities.

Zhushan, my good son, my good apprentice, you must have the same feeling as me, right?

To see the scenery of that world, losing one's life, what does it count for?

We just failed, didn't succeed. Throughout history, how many have been able to succeed?

Our father and son, after all, compared to others, compared to ancestors, have seen more...

A Yin wind blew, opening the first page. It was blank.

Mao Chang'an was stunned. He immediately opened the second page, blank. Then opened the third page, blank. Continued to flip, all blank!

The book was real. He remembered this paper touch, but the refining method of Yin-Yang companion dead-fallen originally recorded in the book, the method of needle puppet corpse control, these, why were they all gone?

"No, no, no, no!!!"

Mao Chang'an flipped through the pages non-stop. He could accept failure, he could accept his own son as the price of failure, but he couldn't accept that from beginning to end, it was just a scam!

The refining method of Yin-Yang companion dead-fallen it gave was not real at all. This book teased him and his son. Their father and son completely became the playthings of this book!

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

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

Mao Chang'an heard the movement and looked back.

Zhao Junfeng's clothes fell off, and the broken flesh on his chest had also fallen off a lot because he was swept by the red threads earlier, but in the depths of the bloody mess, there was a woman's face, slowly wriggling.

It was Qiu Minmin's face.

The headless Zhao Junfeng walked to Mao Chang'an, reached out, grabbed Mao Chang'an's head, and kept exerting force.

"Ah ah ah..."

"Bang!"

The head exploded, red and white splashed all over the ground.

Zhao Junfeng bent down, picked up the book with the white cover and black bottom. The filth that had been splashed on it earlier disappeared in an instant, as if it had been absorbed.

The woman's face on the chest opened its mouth, and the book was bitten by the woman.

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

Breaking away from the scorching sea of fire and leaving the General Temple, he went straight to the nearest river, like a fish that had regained its freedom and was about to return to the water.

However, as the fish swam, the firelight of the General Temple below was still so clear.

Finally, the fish stopped.

The mud slowly faded away. Zhao Junfeng looked around, and the woman's eyes on his chest kept looking around.

He was trapped.

"Hehehe."

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

In an emergency, holding a Yellow River shovel is most appropriate, but when one really needs to cooperate and the conditions are sufficient and the equipment is complete, then one must clarify one's positioning.

Beside him, Yin Meng was holding a Yellow River shovel. With Runsheng not there, she was the main attacker.

"Hehehehaha..."

Tan Wenbin's laughter didn't stop.

Yin Meng couldn't help but glance at him and said: "You laugh like a villain in a TV series."

Tan Wenbin suppressed his laughter and licked his lips: "Don't say, the feeling of being a villain is really happy."

After a pause, Tan Wenbin asked again: "Brother Xiaoyuan, how did you guess there was an extra credit question?"

Li Zhuiyuan sat on a stone, very calmly said:

"It's not an extra credit question, it's that the total score wasn't full, missing a face."

Immediately, the teenager supported his knees with his elbows and his chin with his palms:

"Don't delay, solve it before the firelight attracts people."

Tan Wenbin nudged Yin Meng: Look, who is really like a villain.

Yin Meng didn't refute.

The two of them were chanting in their mouths: "Three-three get life, four-four enter Qian, two-eight ask divination, three-nine connect..."

Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his eyes. This scene was like entering the examination room while reciting the multiplication table, stupid enough to be unwatchable.

Tan Wenbin's seven-star hook extended out and hooked toward Zhao Junfeng. Zhao Junfeng wanted to dodge, but he, who was clearly moving backward, quickly turned into actively stepping forward and was hooked by the hook.

Yin Meng stepped forward and gave a heavy pat with the shovel.

When Zhao Junfeng reacted and wanted to resist, Tan Wenbin opened the umbrella and blocked all the mud that splashed over.

Then, at the right time, he withdrew the umbrella, and Yin Meng gave another heavy pat with the shovel.

Zhao Junfeng couldn't escape, couldn't dodge, his attacks were resolved every time, and instead, he ate every single damage move.

His state had already been shaved off by a large chunk by Mao Chang'an, which could be considered seeking escape in a fake-death way. Encountering the suppression of a carefully arranged formation in advance in this withered state, he really had no room to play at all.

And Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng's incomparably rigid cooperative offensive strangled any possibility of reversal and miracles.

It just made this fight a bit boring.

Li Zhuiyuan sighed. If Runsheng were here, with Runsheng's strength, it should have ended long ago. Yin Meng still had too big a gap in pure strength. She was more suitable for Tan Wenbin's current position, and Tan Wenbin was more suitable for his own current position.

Under the teenager's feet, there were still many remaining formation flags. When the formation appeared loose or broken somewhere, he needed to take the flags to repair it.

But in the current smooth situation, the formation was very stable and could support until the formation effect naturally dissipated. He had nothing to do at all.

This was also the reason why he couldn't accept Runsheng's mistake last time. Clearly there was a more rational team choice, but he had to be swayed by sensibility at that moment.

Li Zhuiyuan's attention was more focused on the book held in the woman's mouth.

If you don't touch the copper coin left in Shigang, it is very quiet, but this book should possess some kind of activity. It might even actively bewitch people's hearts.

Forget it, to end it early, let's add a fire myself.

Li Zhuiyuan stood up and shouted: "Remember, you are not allowed to look at that book later. That book is mine!"

The inner thoughts of Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng after hearing this shout were:

Uh, is it necessary to shout? If it's not yours, whose could it be? Even if this book was placed in front of them, they wouldn't dare to flip through it!

Just at this time, the woman's mouth opened and spat out the book, which fell to the ground.

Then, Zhao Junfeng stood in place, didn't move, and let people kill him.

Even so, Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng still very stably followed the old rhythm, one attack and one defense, until Yin Meng completely smashed the face on Zhao Junfeng's chest.

Finally, "thump," Zhao Junfeng's body leaned backward and fell to the ground. Pus gushed out, and black energy frantically dissipated.

Solved!

"Hoo..." Yin Meng breathed a sigh of relief. Her two arms were already exhausted, and her palms were even rubbed bloody.

Tan Wenbin propped the Luo Sheng umbrella on the ground, rubbing his waist.

In fact, during the last period of time, they knew they could be more presumptuous. The dead-fallen had given up resistance, but there was really no way. Their hearts were still reciting the mantra, fearing mistakes, so naturally, they could only continue to be rigid.

"Close your eyes."

The two immediately obediently closed their eyes.

Li Zhuiyuan also walked down with his eyes closed. He could remember the orientation below, so he walked very steadily and came to the book and stood still.

Clearly there was no wind, but he heard the sound of the book flipping pages.

Li Zhuiyuan liked reading very much, but this was the first time he encountered a book actively fawning over him.

Unfortunately, this flirtatious look could only be thrown to a blind person.

Li Zhuiyuan took out a piece of canvas. The wood flower rolls inside the canvas were still purple. Every piece was personally planed by A Li from the ancestor's memorial tablet.

Then personally carved with patterns by A Li, placed in the cloth, and sewn well.

Its problem was that it wasn't as convenient to use as the exorcism whip, but there was no doubt that the canvas had always been the tool with the strongest damage to evil spirits in his hands.

Li Zhuiyuan covered the book with the canvas.

"Zzzzzzzzz..."

In an instant, it was as if water had been poured into a boiling oil pan, and his nose even smelled the burnt smoke.

"Sigh..."

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

Soon, the teenager realized that this line of thinking was wrong. A Li was not his tool.

Therefore, he quickly corrected himself in his heart:

A Li is not by my side. This is the thought A Li left with me. If it's broken, how should I see the object and think of the person.

This line of thinking was clearly much more appropriate.

Li Zhuiyuan enjoyed this feeling very much, because only when involving A Li would his inner thoughts become relatively active, no longer simply weighing pros and cons and motivations.

The "zzzzz" sound gradually subsided. I don't know if the canvas was burned through or if that thing was finally suppressed.

Li Zhuiyuan bent down, reached out, and carefully touched from the edge area.

Close call, it didn't burn through, but the canvas had become very, very thin, which meant that most of the purple wood flower rolls inside had turned black.

Fortunately, this book was indeed suppressed.

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

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

Must not let Grandma Liu see this, must not let her know that the ancestors of the Qin and Liu families were used by him to wrap a book cover.

Even doing this step, the teenager still felt it wasn't safe enough. This thing wasn't like that copper coin that had unconscious effects. It had its own consciousness. Earlier, he shouted that he wanted it, and it actively "surrendered."

Therefore, digging a hole to bury it wasn't appropriate. If it came out one day, and he had scalded it like that just now, it might find a way to find a new shell to seek revenge.

Still have to bring it back to the dormitory and watch it myself.

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

"Brother Binbin, do you still have talisman paper there?"

"Yes, my bag is full of it."

"You can open your eyes." Saying this, Li Zhuiyuan threw this cloth bag to Tan Wenbin, "Paste it full."

"Okay!"

In just this short while, Zhao Junfeng's corpse had turned into pus, and the raging fire of the General Temple below was destined to burn everything clean.

This saved the effort of post-processing. If it were just a missing person case or an arson case, it wouldn't alarm people like Yu Shu.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't want to deal with them too much now, because if they kept dealing with them, it would be easy to meet Li Lan.

He had his own path to walk, just like now, his own team, his own partners he could trust, um, although the one he trusted most didn't come today because he was a patient.

"Pack up the things, let's go back to school."

General Mountain is relatively remote, and taxis are almost invisible at night. And for the sake of safety, the three deliberately walked an extra distance away from the area before finding a private car and paying the driver to help send them to the school.

It wasn't dawn yet when entering the school. Fearing being impressed by the security guards at the gate, the three didn't take the main gate but chose to climb the wall.

Walking on the cold campus tree-lined path, Tan Wenbin mocked himself: "The fare today is so expensive. If there's no money, it's really impossible to eliminate demons and defend the Dao."

Yin Meng said: "After school starts, the store can make money. After saving up more, we can buy a car for stocking ourselves, so it will be convenient in the future. The prices in Jin Ling are really expensive."

Tan Wenbin: "Right, our little Nantong is still better."

Yin Meng: "The prices are about the same as Jin Ling, and the wages are even lower."

Tan Wenbin coughed twice and changed the subject: "However, Brother Xiaoyuan, do we need to be so careful, even climbing the wall to get in? Even if the school finds out that the three of Wu Xinhui are missing, they won't suspect us, right?"

"It's five."

"Uh... right, it's five."

There was also the auntie selling goods in the store and a dormitory auntie.

"Under normal circumstances, they won't find us, but what if they encounter a policeman like your father again?"

Remembering that afternoon, outside the video hall of Sister Mei in Shinan Town, just after Tan Yunlong got off the car and scanned the area, he walked straight toward him.

Li Zhuiyuan remembered this scene vividly.

"Aha, when I call my dad next time, I must pass this sentence of yours to him. Believe me, my dad will be so happy because of this."

Yin Meng chuckled: "Your father-son relationship is really good."

Tan Wenbin: "By the way, you say, since it wasn't Wu Xinhui who killed Qiu Minmin, then who is the murderer who killed Qiu Minmin?"

Yin Meng: "Could it be that Zhao Junfeng killed her?"

Tan Wenbin shook his head: "How is it possible? In Zhao Junfeng's memory scene, he was shouting the whole time that he was wronged and didn't kill anyone."

Yin Meng: "Then did you see Zhao Junfeng's memory when the case happened?"

"No."

"I heard that when death row prisoners go to the shooting range, they will also continue to shout that they are wronged."

Tan Wenbin blinked: "Damn, it wouldn't really be Zhao Junfeng who killed someone, right? Oh right, if he didn't kill someone, why did he run? When he was saved from the water by Mao Zhushan, he definitely wouldn't say he was a murderer, he must have said he was wronged."

Li Zhuiyuan spoke: "What is your profession?"

Yin Meng and Tan Wenbin said in unison: "Corpse-salvagers."

Li Zhuiyuan: "What is the most basic condition for the formation of a dead-fallen?"

Yin Meng: "Resentment."

Tan Wenbin patted his forehead: "Then Zhao Junfeng was wronged and died. He was wronged."

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head: "Actually, there will be exceptions, but the five people who disappeared this time are all related to the case seven years ago. The police will definitely restart the investigation. If the real murderer is still at large, it will definitely alarm him.

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

Yin Meng returned to the store to put things away and feed the dog first, and then had to go to the infirmary to visit Runsheng.

Li Zhuiyuan and Tan Wenbin returned to the dormitory. Passing by Lu Yi's dormitory, they found the door open. With the previous evil-possessed incident, Tan Wenbin pushed the door in to take a look. When he came out, he had a red sausage in his mouth:

"He's not here."

Returning to their dormitory, Tan Wenbin was responsible for wiping the equipment and tidying up, while Li Zhuiyuan took a basin to the hand-washing pool to take a bath.

Just after washing, the sound of slippers came from behind. It was Lu Yi, with a look of mixed joy and worry.

"Brother Shentong, why are you taking a bath now?"

"It's too hot, can't sleep."

"Brother Shentong, I just got up to pee. Guess what I saw when I came back? The red sausage I put on the offering table is gone, it's gone!"

"Oh."

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

"A good thing, the offerings are useful."

"Is that so? That's good, that's good. Sigh, really pitiful. I now suspect that this ghost was also from my hometown."

"Perhaps."

"Then I'll offer two more red sausages next time. Even if it's a ghost, I can't let a fellow villager ghost go hungry."

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

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

"Um, you sleep first, brother."

Li Zhuiyuan lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and he soon fell asleep.

But when it wasn't long after dawn, he woke up. On the bed next door, Tan Wenbin, who had tidied up and taken a bath, was sleeping soundly while hugging his pillow.

Li Zhuiyuan sat up. Under normal circumstances, unless he was overdrawn yesterday, his biological clock was very stable.

But the teenager felt that this stable biological clock was destined not to last long, because the heavenly sound that came three times a day was missing.

Just at this time, a heavenly sound came from downstairs of the dormitory building outside the window:

"Xiaoyuan, time for breakfast!"

(End of chapter)