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Chapter 237: Shadowless Murderer
With a burst of white light, Murong entered the phantom of the past time and space as in the train.
Yang Keer sat on the head of Liu Hongde's bed and looked at the shivering and bulging quilt on the bed, panic that the voice of the tone shift came from the quilt.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me! I'm still young and I don't want to die. I'm the only one left in our village. God has mercy on me. Please leave a little blood for Yuexiang Village!"
A trace of sadness flashed across Yang Keer's face, and yoyo said: "You and I are married, this life and this life... even if you die, it is impossible to get rid of me."
The destruction of Yuexiang Village dealt a serious blow to Liu Hongde. Later, he was called by a special department to inquire about many things, and received a state compensation and signed a confidentiality agreement.
Liu Hongde is very smart. He inferred that there was something wrong with his village. He was worried that the murderer would cut the roots. He simply quit his job. There were more and more Buddha statues at home, but he couldn't suppress the panic in his heart. He tranced every day.
In this way, his physical condition was getting worse and worse. At the beginning, he finally fell asleep and woke up with a shiver, and saw Yang Keer lying beside him.
Frightened, he did not dare to sleep for several days, kneeling before the Buddha's image and reciting sutras, but this situation intensified. When the sun was the most poisonous at noon, he could actually see Yang Keer passing by. Figure.
Murong looked at the fast flashing scene before him, seeing Liu Hongde panicking all day long, even though Yang Keer stayed beside his lover as he wished, he was not happy, and his heart was difficult to understand.
The flow of time in the Phantom World suddenly slowed down, and Murong knew that the cause of Liu Hongde's death was about to emerge!
She raised the spirit of 120,000 points, paying attention to every place in the room.
Yang Keer looked at the empty window with a panic expression: "Who are you?"
Murong frowned. No one was seen in the room except Yang Keer and Liu Hongde.
"Ah!" Yang Keer screamed, her soul body was quickly broken and decomposed like a piece of paper inserted into a shredder.
Immediately afterwards, Liu Hongde was pulled out of the quilt by an invisible force. He struggled in midair in pain for a while, then knelt on the ground with his mouth wide open and torn at the corners of his mouth, drooling out. Eyeballs protruded outwards and his expression was very painful.
At this moment, Murong's talisman paper popped out to protect Liu Hongde, but in less than a second, with a "bang", the talisman paper was crushed by a powerful force.
Murong couldn't help raising his hand to cover his heart, the pain in his heart when the talisman was shattered seemed to have not disappeared.
Immediately after a large amount of blood came out of Liu Hongde's body, the floor was quickly stained red.
Murong saw: A "white smoke" emerged from Liu Hongde's seven orifices, a twisted figure floating in the air, Liu Hongde's soul was abruptly stripped out!
The picture stopped, Murong slowly opened his eyes.
Seeing Zeng Tianhan looking at him questioningly, opening his mouth but not knowing where to start, the cause of Liu Hongde's death was so bizarre that even Buddha's eyes could not detect the true face of the murderer.
"Call the police."
"You came up with this after sitting for so long?"
"A word is hard to say, call the police first."
Yao Yaoling rushed to block the scene. The leaders of the bureau had instructed that they did not embarrass Murong and Zeng Tianhan, and politely invited them back to the police station to make a record.
The forensic doctor initially identified that Liu Hongde died of excessive blood loss. The bloodstain on the floor belonged to the deceased, but it is strange that no fatal wounds capable of bleeding so much blood were found on the deceased's body.
Coming out of the police station, Zeng Tianhan carried Murong back to his Anshun Hall. The shop was located in the downtown but cleverly hidden in the alley.
You can hear the peculiar shamanism singing from a long distance away. Zeng Tianhan explained with a smile: "I have accepted a young apprentice, with a high talent, I can already see the ordinary trivial things."
"Congratulations."
Several guests stood in the shop. Zeng Tianhan's apprentice Shen Dong wore the same shaman robes and babbled.
Murong noticed a peasant woman sitting on the sofa. The woman's mouth and eyes were slanted and her body trembled like chaff. Several sweaty farmers were pressing on her.
Zeng Tianhan walked over quickly and picked up the donkey skin drum to make a crisp drum. Shen Dong Yixi looked at Zeng Tianhan, who nodded to signal him to continue.
"Ouch!" The woman suddenly furiously grabbed the arm of the man next to her and bit her without letting go. Murong glanced intently: the woman's eyebrows were filled with yellow smoke, and a stray weasel was attached to her.
Zeng Tianhan held Shen Dong’s shoulders and stopped beating the drums. He drew out the golden knife and looked at the woman: "You little wicked animal, I think that in the face of your ancestors, I think that it is not easy to practice now, and you Good talk, don’t I have to abolish your cultivation base and beat you back to the original shape, cramping and peeling the skin before I will give up?"
The blood ran down the man’s arm, and the woman rolled her eyelids and stared at Zeng Tianhan viciously with her green eyes, and said vaguely: “My request is very simple. Should help me!"
Shen Dong jumped out and yelled angrily: "What a little evil animal who doesn't know the height of the sky, your grandmother and grandmother are not qualified to stand up, just because you are worshipped for generations, are you not afraid of being struck by lightning!? What else is there for others to disturb peace?"
Zeng Tianhan waved his hand to signal Shaoan not irritable, and said with earnest persuasion: "There is no rule without rules. The Ma family has always been based on the principle of mutual consent. You and this family have neither gratitude nor resentment, and they are unwilling to go out. You Why do you want to force it? Although my apprentice speaks ugly, but the truth is true. Your Taoism is still shallow, go back to the mountains and cultivate for a hundred years before you come."
"You can't control the whole life for a while. My body is not here. Even if you forcibly drive me away today, I will still come!"
An elderly man was very worried after hearing this: "Zeng Daxian, my daughter-in-law is not in good health and she can't bear this. If the child in the family is still young, you can do it."
Zeng Tianhan nodded, and glanced at Shen Dong, who knew how to find a one-meter red cloth from under the sacred table. Zeng Tianhan put down the three treasures and pulled out a large red paper from the drawer, rolled it into a paper tube, and went around to the back of the Buddhist hall Borrowed a few drops of nectar from the water purification jar in front of the Guanyin Xiangxiang and poured it on the paper tube, and walked out with his hands behind his back.
Walking in front of the woman, she picked up the paper tube and smashed it towards her Tianling Cap. With a "bang", Huangpizi's spirit body was beaten on the ground, and the woman rolled her eyes and shivered a few times and passed out.
Shen Dong stretched the red cloth to the ground and just buckled the yellow leather inside, struggling violently in the seemingly empty red cloth pocket, frightening the other people to hide away.
This family was thankful to carry the woman and left. Before leaving, he pressed a crumpled 30 yuan under Zeng Tianhan’s fairy hall. Zeng Tianhan smiled and sent the person to the door, and returned to the shop to pick up the money. Er took out one and handed it to Shen Dong: "Go and buy me a pack of cigarettes. Let's stop here today. I won't take it if it's not a terrible emergency."
"Yes, Master."
Zeng Tianhan changed his robe and sat on the sofa: "Hey, this is really hard money."
"What are you going to do with it?" Murong pointed to the yellow leather that was still struggling but couldn't escape the red cloth.
"This wicked animal has a lot of evil intentions. I plan to abolish the cultivation base and throw it into the mountains to let it fend for itself."
A cry of begging for mercy came from Hongbui, and Zeng Tianhan slapped the coffee table heavily before quieting down.
"Do you have a clean room here? Lend me one."
"The third room upstairs is a guest room, please do it yourself."
"Thank you."
Murong asked Zeng Tianhan to borrow yellow paper cinnabar and went to the second floor. He took off the necklace that had been hung on the neck for three years and put it on the bedside table. He picked up a brush dipped in cinnabar and drew a soul-shocking charm in one go, and folded it skillfully. I took a mobile phone downstairs and burned it. I lay on the bed and stuck the talisman paper on the top of my head.
Murong picked up the phone and dialed Hao Jiefang's number. It rang for a long time before connecting.
They have not contacted for three years since Murong stumbled out of Wangchuanhe last time. According to the following time, it has been thirty years.
"Hello, hello."
Murong was excited and pleased to hear the familiar voice of an old friend: "Hao Jiefang, it's me."
The other side was silent for a while: "Murong?" The tone was calm.
"Well, are you okay?"
"Very good, why contact me suddenly."
"Can you help me see that Liu Hongde and Yang Keer's marriage documents are still there? This is not a taboo."
"What do you check it for."
"Yang Keer and Liu Hongde are dead. No, it should be said that it is more serious than death. The most terrifying thing is that I didn't see the murderer."
"Are you there?"
"No, I calculated it afterwards."
"Calculate? You... opened the Buddha's eyes?" Hao Jiefang's tone was very excited, no longer the calm before.
"Ok."
After a long silence, a long sigh came from the receiver: "Sorry Murong, I'm afraid I can't help you."
"Oh... it doesn't matter, I understand, after all, I'm not a bad guy. It's taboo to ask about the underworld, right?"
There was another long silence, and Hao Jiefang gritted his teeth: "The gate of Fengdu is closed. Now those who are going to reincarnate are the reserve souls who lived in Fengdu and were waiting for reincarnation. You didn't realize that World of the Living opened up the second child policy. Is the birth rate continuing to decrease?"
Murong was amazed: "Why? Fengdu is the hub of the Three Realms and Six Paths. Wouldn't the World of the Living be no one in the long run? What about the souls wandering in the World of the Living?"
Hao Jiefang suddenly lowered his voice: "There is only so much I can tell you. The Death Academy has activated the control of World of the Living. Now there is no such thing as an error, let's not say."
There was a busy tone, and Hao Jiefang hung up the phone.
Murong fell into contemplation. In the past three years, she has almost paid no attention to changes in the outside world. She did not expect such a big event to happen.
The gate of Fengdu was closed, people from a stockade in southern Xinjiang disappeared bizarrely, and even the murderer invisible to Buddha, even the Majia in the northeast became a mess!