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Chapter 80: Dementia

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    "But, how to explain the driver's death, is it just a traffic accident?" I asked.

    Zhao Zhenhai said: "It's hard for me to say this. Anyway, if it were me, one would be silenced, and both would be silenced. As long as it is involved in this matter, most of them can't be kept."

    Zhao Yu nodded and said: "Although this road is the shortest to the factory, accidents happen frequently, and I think the factory boss probably doesn't know about it. If he really has the heart, he should remind the driver to take a detour."

    I frowned and said, "That's not right, why didn't we wait for the medicinal materials to be transported to the factory before dealing with the driver?"

    Zhao Yu said: "Anyway, the car has already arrived at the gate of the factory. Wouldn't it be more cost-effective to kill this drug seller before paying the money? But Zhao Zhenhai, you reminded me. After the car accident, the captain was hospitalized, but the same as him  The son of the former director of the car is unconscious, and I don't know if he will be killed."

    I urged: "Then why are you still standing there, go and have a look!"

    Wu Dan said suddenly: "Don't worry, there is one more question. Why did Lin Yichen put this head in the cellar of his home? You really have to ask Mrs. Lin about this."

    "Ah? Ask Aunt Zhang Meng?" I was surprised.

    Wu Dan sneered and said, "For a weak woman who found a human head at home, she didn't feel much fear. Don't you think it's strange?"

    "But, I'm not afraid." I recalled Zhang Meng's expression when he saw the head was taken out.  what is it then?  Surprise, fear, avoidance.  Indeed, the fear on his face was too light, mostly worried and surprised.

    For an ordinary person, especially a woman, seeing such a disgusting and terrifying thing, it is really strange that she doesn't show much fear.  Thinking about the past between her and Song Yang, could it be that she knew Taoism at all, and that she locked the head in?

    Thinking of this, I couldn't help but frown, unable to associate an elegant woman with such a terrifying method.  This is the most despicable behavior in Maoshan Taoism, and she has learned it.

    Thinking of this, I pushed open the door of the living room, walked in, and saw that Zhang Meng was coaxing Xiaoman to sleep.  Probably because many strangers suddenly came to the house, Xiaoman couldn't sleep, but rubbed his eyes and stared blankly at the ground.  Seeing me enter the door, I immediately opened my small hand and shouted: "Brother Erbi!"

    I sighed, walked over and hugged her.  At this time, Xiao Mi, who had been following me, also got in.  As soon as Xiao Man saw Xiao Mi, he pointed at him and shouted, "The uncle in the picture!"

    I thought to myself, little bk, you really have a bright future, you can see it all.

    Zhang Meng was obviously a little restless, and didn't care about Xiao Man's words, but leaned on the back of the sofa, and said with a calm smile: "Does the police officer have anything to ask me?"

    I said coldly: "Auntie, I think you are also an intellectual, how could you do such a thing? This thing was found at home, but it was suspected of murder."

    Zhang Meng didn't speak, first took Xiao Man away and put him on the bed in the bedroom, then closed the door and walked out, saying: "Now, you can ask me if you have any questions."

    I asked bluntly: "Do you understand the Taoism?"

    Zhang Meng smiled faintly: "From the time you entered the door, I knew that you were not only in charge of the affairs of the yang world, but also of the underworld. I believe you also know who the owner of that head is."

    "That truck driver Zhou Damin who died in a car accident three years ago, right?" I asked.

    Zhang Meng nodded and said: "Yes, I asked Lin Yichen to steal the head. I also cast the curse. I know that sealing his soul is a bad thing, but I have no other way."

    Speaking of this, Zhang Meng sighed: "I have been homeless for half my life, and finally I have a home, and it is quite beautiful. But who would have thought that one night three years ago, Lin Yichen came home and said that maybe his disaster was about to come.  I asked what happened, but he didn't say anything, he just said that he and his boss would definitely be in trouble after so many people died."

    "That night, he just told me that a person died near the factory. The car accident was not an accident, but the factory owner deliberately asked him to drive on that dangerous road. Originally, Lin Yichen didn't really believe in such things, so he didn't  Think about it. But he really died, and he died very badly. Lin Yichen said that he was also involved in many things in the factory. He was regarded as an accomplice of the boss.  All night, I thought of this clumsy trick of cutting the head and sealing the soul." Zhang Meng said: "But I have no choice but to do it this way. I don't know anything about spells, but I just knew someone who knew these things.  taught me."

    I nodded and said, "I believe what you say, and I believe that you have nothing to do with this case. Because the woman who was once saved by others,?The design suddenly seemed to have entered a different dimension, twisted by a pair of big hands, and turned into a messy shape.

    I was taken aback, thinking that your mother is doing illusion again!

    Just as he was thinking, the Nuwa stone on his chest suddenly burst into light.  I was startled, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead.  I heard from Wu Dan that the brighter the nuwa stone, the heavier the yin energy.  And in this hospital, Yin Qi is not light at all.  Now that someone is doing it, it seems even more fatal.

    At this time, the surrounding scene changed again.  The originally blurred room suddenly turned into a cemetery.  We were surrounded by large and small grave mounds, and Jiao Ming was not lying on a bed, but on a coffin board.

    At the same time, large and small will-o'-the-wisps were floating around, and the vicinity of the cemetery was a gloomy darkness.

    "Master, is this an illusion?" I asked Wu Dan.

    Wu Dan didn't say anything, but walked up to Jiao Ming in two or three steps, and whispered to me: "Please God, guard the door!"

    I was taken aback and thought to myself, your sister, who should I invite?  Wumen God?

    Please God is also hierarchical.  If you don't call the name of the god statue, most of the gods you invite are the most powerful gods within your ability.  This time Wu Dan asked me to invite the door god, but I never did it once.

    At this moment, I saw Wu Dan take out a spell from his bag, recited the spell for a while, and then stuck the spell on Jiao Ming's body.  After the talisman emitted a ball of golden light, I saw Jiao Ming start to frown and moan, and finally hugged his head and complained of pain.

    At the same time, I saw a phantom gradually trying to separate from his body.

    Wu Dan wiped off his sweat, and cursed: "This grandson is a bit wise!" As he spoke, he chanted the mantra again, and put another spell on Jiao Ming's body.  I saw that this talisman turned out to be a soul-suppressing spell, that is, the one that Yang Wen put in my house at first!

    I was taken aback and asked, "Master, what are you?!"

    Wu Dan said: "There is no other way, Zhenhun, I have to keep his soul. Someone is trying to take his soul. What the hell are you doing, please God!"

    At this time, I saw two black figures suddenly appear where the door was originally.  These two figures really don't look like human figures, but ghosts.  With a pure black robe and cloak, the face could not be seen clearly, only sharp fangs and pale complexion.

    I wiped off my cold sweat, chanted mantras and formulas, and shouted: "The scepter and demon are the only ones to be honored, please the God of Wumen!"

    I have to say, I am getting more and more handsome.  Ask God to be more skillful, cool and stylish.  In an instant, two god statues appeared beside me, one on the left and one on the right.  Qin Shubao, Yu Chigong, what, it's up to you!

    I sneered, pointed at the ghost in front of me, made a gesture of "go you", and shouted at the two statues: "Kill me bk!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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