Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Now, the only thought in Li Zhuiyuan's mind was:

Does the Hùijiā Wǎng still work?

Although he couldn't see Runsheng or the net now, he should still be within the net's covered area.

The shadow at his feet was slowly extending forward, bringing a left-leaning wobble. This meant it was slowly walking towards him.

The boy's inner torment and fear were constantly intensifying.

Li Zhuiyuan raised his head again to look at the kneeling Bǎo Gē and Zhào Xīng. They were still howling in pain, but their gazes were not focused on him.

Fortunately, he was not tall to begin with and was still squatting. The figure behind him, based on the shadow, appeared relatively tall and large. Therefore, even if both sides were now in the same line of sight, he could clearly distinguish from the gazes of the "two people" opposite.

This meant the Hùijiā Wǎng was still working; it couldn't see him!

But the current problem was that it was getting closer and closer. In a few more steps, it would collide with him.

Li Zhuiyuan maintained his squatting posture and began to carefully and cautiously move his feet, trying his best not to make any extra noise.

He was moving towards Runsheng's position. He couldn't go in other directions; if he left the Hùijiā Wǎng's effective range, he would be directly exposed.

Li Zhuiyuan felt like he was walking sideways like a crab.

Just as he took his last step and moved his foot away, another strange large foot landed. If he had been half a beat slower, their feet would have touched.

Immediately after, the opponent's feet came into Li Zhuiyuan's line of sight. This pair of feet was rotting, but the places where skin and flesh should have fallen off were filled with layers of yellowish-white fleshy tumors.

The color of these fleshy tumors was exactly the same as the Tài Suì in the water jar.

So, the health-preserving divine object that the Jiǎng family treasured came from this?

You know, they not only ate that Tài Suì themselves but also used water from the water jar to boil tea and cook rice every day.

Li Zhuiyuan's gaze slowly moved upwards. The opponent had no clothes on, which was the same as the two skeletons dug out from the pond. Before being killed and buried, they were definitely stripped naked.

Jiǎng Dōngpíng, on the other hand, was wearing clothes and a watch. This could be used to judge that the dead corpse in front of him was indeed a transformed victim.

The other parts of its body were almost the same as its feet, all rotting beyond recognition. That Tài Suì-like substance was spread all over its body like glue, re-adhering the skin and flesh to the skeleton, maintaining a relatively complete form.

Its left leg was somewhat bent outwards, like it was limping. That's why it had walked slowly before, with a slight left-leaning wobble.

However, it stopped in front of the tombstone.

The next moment, it knelt down.

Li Zhuiyuan re-examined this tombstone. Previously, he and Runsheng had only felt that this tombstone was larger than the surrounding ones, suitable for two people to hide behind.

Only now did he realize that this was a joint burial tomb for a couple.

Quickly scanning the words on the tombstone, Li Zhuiyuan noticed that the husband on the tombstone had the surname "Zhōu".

So, the dead corpse in front of him was highly likely a person surnamed Zhōu who was personally buried by Bǎo Gē, and it was now kneeling at what was possibly its parents' tomb.

He was killed and buried by Jiǎng Dōngpíng, and after turning into a dead corpse, he came in front of his parents' tomb after completing his revenge.

Li Zhuiyuan noticed the year and month of death were two years ago. The old couple's death times were only one month apart, meaning they passed away almost at the same time.

Nowadays, unless through official channels, most movie posters are printed on calendars to enhance their practicality.

The largest and oldest poster of Wáng Zǔxián on the wooden board at the entrance of Měi Jiě's video hall also had the time marked below as two years ago.

That is to say, it was very likely that Bǎo Gē earned a large sum by helping Jiǎng Dōngpíng kill and bury people. This allowed him and his girlfriend Měi Jiě to open a video hall in the town.

The dead corpse did not kowtow, it just knelt in front of the tombstone. It made no sound, but the surroundings were filled with the miserable screams of Bǎo Gē and Zhào Xīng.

Li Zhuiyuan finally understood why they weren't killed immediately but were tortured for so long. It was because the howls and screams of the enemy were the best sacrifice.

But gradually, the dead corpse's head suddenly drooped slightly.

It was sniffing, and then slowly began to turn its head towards Li Zhuiyuan's direction. It seemed to have discovered something.

The boy's heart was in his throat at this moment. His purpose for coming out today was to put theory into practice, but the targets he chose for himself were Bǎo Gē and Zhào Xīng, two people who actually dared to come to his door to threaten and provoke wanderers.

Dealing with them with himself and Runsheng re-cooperating with newly made professional tools should not be a big problem.

But this dead corpse that could control wanderers was somewhat beyond the syllabus. Starting with such difficulty, he really felt somewhat unsure.

The most important thing was that this dead corpse was a victim before its death. If Jiǎng Dōngpíng had transformed, there would really be no way to deal with it. But for this one, if he actively dealt with it, it seemed somewhat inappropriate.

But just as its head turned halfway, and it was about to meet the boy's gaze, waves of black mist actually rose from its body, as if the water vapor in its body was evaporating.

The dead corpse turned its head back, facing the tombstone.

A hoarse friction sound came from deep within its throat, and the Tài Suì all over its body also began to tremble.

Li Zhuiyuan had seen a similar scene with the cat-faced old lady. After he had given her a revenge plan, her resentment had shown a tendency to dissipate.

Wèi Zhèngdào wrote in the "Jiānghú Guàiwén Lù":

【Dead corpses are born from gathered jianghu resentment and filth.】

【If resentment is not resolved, they wander in jianghu swamps, harming the human world, and should be suppressed and killed according to the heavenly way.】

When reading the book previously, Li Zhuiyuan had only noticed the latter sentence, especially the phrase "if resentment is not resolved".

Since dead corpses are born with resentment as a carrier, then resolving their resentment wouldn't they just dissipate?

Just like that black cat, it had almost completed its revenge and was also almost liberated.

Then, in the book, "resentment is not resolved" seemed to refer to the enemy already not being there or being impossible to find. Dead corpses could not self-dissipate in this way and could only keep wandering in water systems, harming living people. They had to be dealt with.

Really, is it that simple?

Then why not mention "if resentment has a solution"?

In the "Zhèngdào Fúmó Lù", all recorded methods are for suppressing and killing dead corpses. It seems that from the author's perspective, "resentment is not resolved" was already the only option.

But he could not have mentioned it, and the sentence would still be smooth.

Li Zhuiyuan guessed that this should be the political correctness of that era, meaning that dead corpses, these yin evil things, absolutely could not harm living people.

Why did Wèi Zhèngdào add the sentence "if resentment is not resolved" in the book? He was actually deliberately adding feet to a snake he had drawn. He didn't want to defy the political correctness of his time, but when writing the book, he added a hint of a backdoor.

Because, "if resentment has a solution", there is no need to teach any specific methods. You just help the dead corpse solve the object of its resentment.

But helping evil things harm living people, isn't that typical aiding a tyrant?

How could righteous people do such a thing?

Don't mention things like grievances have a head and debts have an owner, and don't even think about defending it with reason. If political correctness could be influenced like this, it wouldn't be called political correctness.

However, Li Zhuiyuan suddenly discovered that everything he and his Great-grandfather encountered seemed to follow the path of "resentment has a solution".

It seemed that the path he and his Great-grandfather walked was indeed not the "righteous path."

...

The recording of the Jiǎng family members was in progress.

Dead people were actually not a big deal. The deceased, those who died of illness, accidentally, or in accidents, as long as a region's population was dense enough, it would be strange if there were no deaths on any given day.

But murder was different. Public attention to this was extremely high and it was extremely easy to cause social panic.

Therefore, this time, digging up three corpses in one pond could be said to be extremely vicious in nature. It was likely that even the city bureau was heavily focused on this matter. Tán Yúnlóng estimated that the task force led by the city bureau would come down soon.

Furthermore, if it was confirmed to involve black and violent elements, then subsequent city-wide strike and clean-up activities would inevitably be carried out.

However, these were all things for later.

Walking out of the director's office, Tán Yúnlóng touched his nose. The appearance of such a vicious case within his jurisdiction put a lot of pressure not only on the station but also on the county. Now, the only thing they could do was solve the case as quickly as possible and strive for outstanding performance.

The pressure was delegated layer by layer, finally falling on Tán Yúnlóng.

Tán Yúnlóng lit a cigarette and walked into the interrogation room. He wanted to personally interrogate the few Jiǎng family members who had tried to stop the digging at the pond.

The interrogation went very smoothly. Firstly, their psychological quality and professional skills were not good to begin with. The Jiǎng family actually relied on Jiǎng Dōngpíng alone to support them. Now that Jiǎng Dōngpíng was gone, the remaining few were just a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp.

Secondly, Tán Yúnlóng used inducement, hinting to them that Jiǎng Dōngpíng was already dead and they should confess quickly, dumping all the dirty water on Jiǎng Dōngpíng, this dead person.

This was considered an irregular operation, but if Tán Yúnlóng had been a good boy, he wouldn't have been demoted to the town police station.

In short, the case had already made significant breakthroughs and progress. They had also implicated quite a few people, and they were already going to make arrests.

However, there was one victim surnamed Zhōu whose body had not been found.

This person surnamed Zhōu had a fractured left leg and was lame. The other two skeletons had been checked and showed no signs of bone fractures.

According to the Jiǎng family's confession, this person surnamed Zhōu had a business rivalry with Jiǎng Dōngpíng. Jiǎng Dōngpíng then colluded with a friend of the Zhōu surnamed person, a person surnamed Zhào from Shījiā Village, and lured him out and killed him in the name of celebrating his son's birthday.

That person surnamed Zhào had already been arrested. It seemed that his son had recently died. The surrounding policemen all said this was retribution.

Tán Yúnlóng didn't believe these things, but he also didn't reject them. If retribution for bad deeds in this world always came very timely, then the police would definitely be the happiest to see it.

However, the current problem was how to reasonably explain this disappeared victim surnamed Zhōu and the inexplicably dead Jiǎng Dōngpíng?

Of course, if you didn't pursue reason, you could also say that the victim surnamed Zhōu's body had been moved, discarded, and reprocessed. Jiǎng Dōngpíng died due to internal strife within the Jiǎng family. Anyway, those few weren't good people either, so dumping the blame on them was not a problem.

However, these were all unrelated to him. With the case having progressed this far, he could already hand it over.

Tán Yúnlóng held the cigarette in his hand, his thoughts returning to the pond that had not been dug up and destroyed recently. He was very puzzled as to how Jiǎng Dōngpíng's fresh corpse had been buried in there.

However, not many people knew about this matter, and even if the site had been protected more carefully at the time, the things that should have been dug up were already dug up. It was very difficult to confirm that the pond had not been moved recently.

"Team Tán, it's sorted."

"Okay."

Tán Yúnlóng took the file and looked at it for a while, then nodded: "Dig a bit more. Don't let anyone who should be caught get away."

"Okay, understood."

"Is Grandpa Li still at the station?"

"Yes, he's chatting happily with our little Wang, the forensic expert."

"Really?"

"I just went to the forensic room to get a file. Grandpa Li was pointing at the corpses and talking, and little Wang, the forensic expert, was holding a notebook and recording, like a teacher giving a lesson to a student."

Little Wang, the forensic expert, was very young and had only recently started working. It was also because she came that the town police station had its own forensic room. Previously, they either invited someone from the hospital or borrowed someone from the next unit.

However, little Wang, the forensic expert, had a cold personality. Several young single male policemen at the station originally wanted to try, but they were all mercilessly rejected, leaving no opportunity or polite words.

Tán Yúnlóng thought of the scene of the young friend Li Zhuiyuan digging corpses and could only sigh: "Actually, some folk experts also have real skills. You can't just generally call it pure feudal superstition."

The office phone rang. Tán Yúnlóng picked up the phone and said "yes" several times before hanging up.

He stood up and tidied his clothes: "The city bureau task force is here. Let's go report the progress of the investigation."

...

In front of the tombstone, the black mist from the dead corpse's body rose more and more, and faster and faster.

Li Zhuiyuan knew that it was about to be liberated.

However, he didn't know specifically why this process was accelerating so violently in the middle.

Could it be because the police were handling the case?

But... is the efficiency that high?

"Bā jī! Bā jī! Bā jī!"

After the black mist had evaporated to a certain extent, the dead corpse's body also shrunk a bit. At the same time, the Tài Suì on its body began to crack, splashing out pus.

Immediately, a strong fishy smell permeated the surroundings.

Li Zhuiyuan knew that this should be the smell of a water corpse, which his Great-grandfather and the others often mentioned.

Floaters who had just died were easy to salvage and weren't very disgusting. Those who had been soaked for a long time and had turned into pig skin jelly, that was truly smelly.

After salvaging them once, even washing with soap seven or eight times, three days later, the smell could still be detected on your body.

The Tài Suì all began to crack, and the dead corpse's body also lost its adhesion. The rotten skin and flesh began to fall off quickly. Its body was shrinking gradually, like a melting ice block.

Li Zhuiyuan noticed that in the disgusting bubbles, a black round object seemed to be tumbling inside. This thing should have been inside the dead corpse's body.

It seemed to be a copper coin.

However, an accident still happened.

The dead corpse stretched out its hand. Only white bones were left in its palm. Its hand pointed towards the kneeling Bǎo Gē and Zhào Xīng over there.

It should have planned to end this sacrifice and take down these two wanderers, but it somewhat underestimated its own dissolution speed. Just as it lifted its hand, it gradually put it down powerlessly again.

Comparatively, that black cat was much more cunning. When the black mist was rising from its body at that time, it could still suppress it again and hold on to wait for its revenge to be completed.

And that black cat also understood some of the rules of righteous people, and was shocked and incomprehensible by his help more than once.

But this dead corpse obviously did not have that ability, which also meant that it... had messed up.

Without the shackles and oppression of Bǎo Gē and Zhào Xīng, even though their whole bodies were broken, the two people still slowly stood up.

Now, they looked like plastic models at the entrance of a clothing store that had been smashed and the paint had fallen off severely.

But the resentment in their eyes was even more intense. Obviously, the previous pain and torture had thoroughly stimulated all the malice in their hearts.

They didn't come towards him but walked towards another tombstone.

Although it was empty there, Li Zhuiyuan knew that this was where the two thugs were kneeling in reality.

"Kā chā..."

The dead corpse had almost completely melted into pus, leaving only a head with some Tài Suì and flesh. It twisted its head with difficulty, and its white bone arm next to it also moved slightly towards Li Zhuiyuan's side.

Li Zhuiyuan blinked his eyes, feeling very inexplicable. He seemed to be able to feel the meaning that this dead corpse, which was about to dissolve, wanted to express.

Just like Ā Lí's usual expressions and actions were also very subtle, and he could understand her.

Li Zhuiyuan nodded and said: "You can rest assured and go. You have to believe that the police will uphold justice for you."

Immediately after, Li Zhuiyuan added a sentence: "I'll take care of those two for you."

As soon as the boy finished speaking, the flesh on the dead corpse's head also peeled off with it. It thoroughly turned into a pile of white bones and completed its dissolution in front of its parents' tombstone.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't like to see innocent people die. He sighed in the end: Justice may be late, but it will never be absent.

But in this kind of scene, as a bystander, sometimes to comfort oneself, one will also do some beautification as much as possible.

For example, he felt now: Their family is finally reunited at this moment.

This was the boy's kindness and blessing.

Because Li Zhuiyuan still couldn't be 100% sure of one thing until now.

That is, the Hùijiā Wǎng could indeed completely hide him in front of Bǎo Gē and Zhào Xīng, but was it really useful against this kind of dead corpse that could control wanderers?

If it was really useful, why did it turn its head towards him again after kneeling down?

Is it possible that

it could actually always see the two teenagers hiding behind its parents' tombstone?

"Dīng..."

A crisp sound rang out. That completely black copper coin rolled down along the white bones and rolled all the way to Li Zhuiyuan's front.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't dare to reach out and take it directly. He suspected that behind this abnormal phenomenon was its urging.

He might not want to grow full of Tài Suì all over his body.

Suddenly, Li Zhuiyuan began to feel a wave of dizziness, and his whole body was aching.

He probably guessed what happened outside, because soon, Runsheng's shout came from beside his ear:

"Xiǎo Yuán, don't sleep, wake up quickly, wake up quickly!"

Li Zhuiyuan opened his eyes. Runsheng was grabbing his shoulders and shaking him vigorously.

"Hū... Xiǎo Yuán, you finally woke up."

"Runsheng Bror, do you know how strong you are?"

"Ah, sorry, it's them standing up."

Li Zhuiyuan turned his head to look. The two thugs had ended their kneeling posture and were starting to walk towards him. They were already very close, but because they were inside the Hùijiā Wǎng, they couldn't see him and Runsheng.

"Xiǎo Yuán, what do you say we do!"

Runsheng gripped the Huánghé Shǎn tightly in his right hand. He had wanted to make a move for a long time.

"Runsheng Bror, beat them crippled."

"Okay!"

Runsheng immediately let out a low roar, his whole body's muscles tensed up. He pulled the net with his left hand and rushed up with the Huánghé Shǎn in his right hand.

The two thugs were also scared by the sudden appearance of a living person and continuously retreated.

But Runsheng didn't care. He raised the shovel and smashed it on a thug's arm.

"Kā chā!"

A bone-breaking sound came. This arm was directly wasted, but the thug did not scream in pain. Instead, he bent down, swung his body, hugged Runsheng with his other hand, and stuck his head and shoulders on Runsheng's waist, entangling Runsheng.

Runsheng raised the shovel, wanting to smash it on his head, but remembering Xiǎo Yuán's instruction to just cripple them and not kill them, he could only flip the shovel and use the shovel handle to wedge between himself and the thug, using his own chest as a fulcrum, directly exerting force, like a bottle opener, forcibly pulling the thug away from his body.

But from behind, another thug opened his mouth and rushed up, biting down on Runsheng's arm. This posture was like a mad dog.

"Sī..."

Runsheng gasped in pain, but the excitement on his face immediately intensified.

At this time, he seemed like a completely different person from the timid Runsheng who usually pushed a cart in the countryside.

Runsheng also opened his mouth, lowered his head, and bit down on the thug's neck.

"Huā lā!"

This thug only used his teeth to bite, but Runsheng tore it with his mouth! After opening his mouth and biting down, he immediately lifted his head and swung it, tearing off a large piece of skin and flesh.

Runsheng's face was covered in fresh blood, but his excitement was still rising.

In short, being a wanderer was originally a low-level thing among ghosts;

And the Zhao Xing and Bǎo Gē who controlled these two small thugs, one was a young master who liked to play around because his family had some money and was weak, and the other was a middle-aged thug who bullied the weak and feared the strong.

Li Zhuiyuan remembered a New Year family gathering when Grandpa Bei scolded the cousin who liked to fight at school, saying: If you want to find true heroes among old punks, it's like panning for gold in shit!

In short, those who truly had guts would not do this kind of hooligan thing.

Sure enough, these two people were actually scared by Runsheng's momentum, forgetting that they were ghosts, and actually wanted to escape nakedly.

However, Runsheng Bror was really fierce.

Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but suspect that if Runsheng Bror were to be remade with some better tools, even if the previous dead corpse were against him and Runsheng, Runsheng Bror might not necessarily be unable to handle him.

Li Zhuiyuan wisely did not participate in the previous fight, but now, he could make a move.

He held the Qī Xīng Gōu in his right hand, pressed down the seal mud with his left thumb, and then pointed it on the side of the Qī Xīng Gōu, pulling vigorously. The seven sections of the Qī Xīng Gōu extended out simultaneously, all smeared with red seal.

Squatting in a horse stance, exerting force from his waist, Li Zhuiyuan first swept the Qī Xīng Gōu towards a thug's ankle. The foremost section immediately split into two openings like a mantis's pincers, clasping the opponent's ankle.

"Pū tōng..."

Under the force of Li Zhuiyuan's pull, his body tilted forward, and he managed to stabilize his posture with difficulty. The thug, on the other hand, directly fell face down, like a dog eating shit.

This was a move to catch a dead corpse from the lower volume of "Zhèngdào Fúmó Lù".

"Ah!!!"

The thug lay on the ground, hugging his ankle and screaming.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up the Hùijiā Wǎng and covered him with it.

Another thug was then fly-tackled to the ground by Runsheng. Runsheng raised his fist and punched his face. In an instant, it was like smashing a dye shop; all kinds of colors overflowed.

Li Zhuiyuan immediately shouted: "Runsheng Bror!"

Runsheng seemed to have suddenly shuddered, forcing himself not to land the second punch. His expression also gradually changed from intense excitement to honest and dull.

Li Zhuiyuan let out a breath. If that second punch had landed, the thug would have undoubtedly died. He didn't pity that guy, and even his subconscious didn't fear killing, but he didn't want to be involved in subsequent troubles because of causing a human life.

"Next, Runsheng Bror."

Li Zhuiyuan threw the black canvas to Runsheng. The interlayer of this black cloth was all wood flower rolls, and each piece had patterns carved by Ā Lí.

The purpose of coming out this time was to test the tools and see which were useful and which were not.

Runsheng covered the black canvas over the thug's body. Immediately, the thug began to howl and struggle, and some white smoke actually rose.

In the white smoke, Zhào Xīng's face seemed to appear, but it quickly dissipated, and the thug also stopped struggling.

Runsheng moved the black canvas away, touched the opponent's nose to check for breath, and said: "Xiǎo Yuán, still alive."

Li Zhuiyuan nodded. The effect of this black canvas was unusually good. However, he also needed to consider the extremely long torture that the previous dead corpse had inflicted on these two wanderers.

Immediately, Li Zhuiyuan looked at the thug wrapped in the net under him. He took out the stack of talismans he had personally drawn from his bosom.

Yes, he still hadn't given up.

After all, the other tools were made entirely according to the book's content, completely "following the book." Only these talismans could be considered to have a bit of his own original attribute.

He stuck a talisman on the thug's forehead. The talisman quickly turned black and then slid off.

He stuck another one on, and it continued to turn black and slide off.

The third, the fourth, the fifth... until all the talismans he had brought were used up.

All the talismans turned black, but not even a bit of white smoke came out of the thug's body.

Li Zhuiyuan was silent.

The fact that the talismans he drew could turn black proved that they were a bit useful, but just being able to turn black was only useful for fart.

That sense of frustration that a poor student feels attacked his heart again.

"Runsheng Bror, the canvas."

"Okay."

The black canvas was thrown over. Li Zhuiyuan caught it and then covered the thug below with it.

White smoke emitted, vaguely forming Bǎo Gē's desperate face, and then quickly dissipated.

Li Zhuiyuan lifted the black canvas. There was actually a hole burnt out in the middle. Many of the wood flower rolls inside had turned black, with only one-third remaining their original color.

This meant that this tool needed to be remade.

Li Zhuiyuan walked to the front of the tombstone. A black copper coin lay here.

"Runsheng Bror, dig a pit on the side."

"Understood."

Li Zhuiyuan began to observe the copper coin while Runsheng dug the pit.

After a long while, seeing Runsheng still digging, Li Zhuiyuan turned his head in confusion and found that Runsheng had actually dug a pit large enough to bury several people.

"Runsheng Bror, what are you doing?"

"Ah?" Runsheng scratched his head and pointed to the two thugs who had fainted and were tied up, "Aren't we burying them?"

"No, it's to bury this copper coin inside."

"Oh, I thought wrong."

"Don't touch it with your hands, use the shovel." Li Zhuiyuan reminded him while stepping forward and smearing a lot of seal mud on the Huánghé Shǎn.

Runsheng used the shovel to pick up the copper coin and carefully put it into the pit.

"Runsheng Bror, fix that earth wall on the side a bit first. The urn of someone was almost dug out by you."

"Oh, okay."

This was a graveyard. Runsheng dug too deep, and the corner of an urn was exposed.

After fixing the grave wall, Runsheng began to backfill the earth pit. After burying it, Li Zhuiyuan used several stones to make a mark there, then bowed towards the direction where the underground urn was located:

"Sorry for disturbing you. Just help me watch over that copper coin. I'll come back to get it next time, and I'll burn paper for you."

Before confirming the role and harm of that copper coin, Li Zhuiyuan not only didn't take it away, but didn't even touch it.

Lowering his head again, he checked Runsheng's Huánghé Shǎn and was surprised to find that the places that were originally smeared with red seal had all turned white.

Turning black, purple, or other dark colors when digging the earth was understandable. Only turning white could explain that the copper coin was truly fierce.

"Runsheng Bror, let's go."

"Go home?"

"Go to the police station."

"What are we still going to the police station for?"

"To fulfill the vow."

...

Tán Yúnlóng, who had just finished meeting with the city task force, walked back to his office while yawning. Pushing open the door, he saw the boy sitting inside his office.

Tán Yúnlóng picked up the thermos, poured a cup of tea, and placed it in front of Li Zhuiyuan.

He didn't feel that there was anything inappropriate about what he did. Moreover, his next question was:

"Where are the skeletons?"

"Uh..." Li Zhuiyuan showed a troubled expression, "Uncle Tan, you've skipped a lot of steps."

"Because the last time you entered my office, you told me the location of the skeletons. Now, you've come again."

"In the graveyard at the junction of West Suburb Village and East Suburb Village. There are also two people who fainted next to it."

"Are they accomplices responsible for transferring the skeletons?"

"This needs to be investigated by the police uncles."

"Thank you, Xiǎo Yuán. This time, you really helped a lot from beginning to end."

"My Great-grandfather often taught me to remember the fish-and-water relationship between the police and the people."

"Xiǎo Yuán, where is your household registration?"

"Uncle Tan, don't scare a child."

"I'm just asking casually, I care about you. My son should be a few years older than you."

"Then your relationship with your son is definitely not very good."

Tán Yúnlóng was choked. This was indeed true. He could only see his son smile at him when he bought food and toys for him.

"Uncle Tan, is the case progressing smoothly?"

"The investigation speed is very fast. After confirming these skeletons, the case can basically be closed."

"That's really good."

After saying that, Li Zhuiyuan picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, it was very hot, just wet his mouth symbolically, and then put down the teacup.

"Uncle Tan, I'm going home. You're busy."

"I'll have someone send you."

"No need, my driver is waiting for me outside."

After the boy walked out of the office, Tán Yúnlóng seemed to have thought of something, stopped a person in the corridor and asked: "Xiǎo Zhāng, has Grandpa Li left?"

"Just left, Team Tan. Do I need to call him back?"

"No need, it's nothing. Right, call a few people and follow me out to pick up the skeletons."

"Pick up ribs? Having a meal together tonight?"

...

Several empty cars were parked at the entrance of the police station. Cars outside couldn't enter, and cars inside couldn't exit. People had already been sent to shout for people to move their cars.

Li Zhuiyuan walked to the front of the "Shígāng Town Police Station" plaque, spread his arms, and hugged it.

He vaguely felt that the reason why the dead corpse dissipated so quickly this time, completely helping him cut off the potential threat in advance, had a lot to do with this plaque.

At this time, the cars blocking the entrance had been cleared.

Li Zhuiyuan turned his head and found that on the other side of the door, there was an old man also hugging a plaque.

The old and the young's gazes met. Both silently loosened their hands.

"Āi yā āi yā, when you see it, you can't help but want to hug it once." Li Sānjiāng patted the dust on his body, "Xiǎo Yuán, why haven't you gone home yet?"

"I came to pick you up, Great-grandfather."

"Oh, okay, let's go home."

...

After returning home, Li Zhuiyuan first went upstairs to take a bath. Runsheng then used well water at the edge of the wellhead on the dam to directly rinse his body.

Liǔ Yùměi was drinking tea and sighed, shaking her head slightly.

Li Zhuiyuan, who had finished his bath, went downstairs to wait for dinner.

"Xiǎo Yuán, come with Grandma."

Li Zhuiyuan stood up and walked over. Ā Lí, who had already sat down waiting for dinner, also stood up and followed.

Liǔ Yùměi led the boy into the east room. What puzzled Li Zhuiyuan was that Grandma Liǔ didn't lead him towards the memorial tablets this time, but led him into her and Ā Lí's bedroom.

After entering, Li Zhuiyuan knew what Liǔ Yùměi meant.

Almost half of the bed was used to neatly place Jiànlìbǎo bottles, with the distance between each bottle being exactly the same.

Liǔ Yùměi had no choice. She and Ā Lí slept in the same bed, and now she had to sleep on the floor.

"Grandma Liǔ, do you have an empty box?"

"Yes, here."

Li Zhuiyuan moved his hands and picked up the Jiànlìbǎo bottles on the bed one by one, placing them into the box.

Ā Lí stood at the side, her head lowered.

"It's better to collect them in this box. Let's think of a way to fill this box early. What do you think?"

Ā Lí looked up at Li Zhuiyuan, then turned around and picked up the Jiànlìbǎo bottles on the bed, placing them into the box.

Liǔ Yùměi was already used to this. Her painstaking persuasion for several days and nights was not as effective as a single sentence from the boy.

"Xiǎo Yuán, do you want to turn back?"

"No."

"This road may not be easy to walk."

"Well, it's not interesting if it's easy to walk."

After dinner, Li Zhuiyuan accompanied Ā Lí to watch an episode of "Lìwáng Léiǒu", then came to the balcony alone and finished today's horse stance.

Back at his bedroom desk, he turned on the desk lamp, took out his notebook, and opened the first page, which was the plan he had written for today's action.

"Sī lā..."

The plan paper was torn off, crumpled into a ball, and thrown into the basket beside it.

After today's events, Li Zhuiyuan found that no matter how good the plan was, at least half of it could be directly scrapped after it started.

He picked up a pen and began to record the mistakes he had made today.

First: Encountering a special classic environment like a graveyard, one should not follow in too early. One must explore and confirm the situation in the outer circle.

Second: Before entering the dream to walk in the yin, one must predict the accidents that may happen next.

Third: Not walking the righteous path seems to make dead corpses easier to deal with.

Flipping to the next page, Li Zhuiyuan began to record the test and usage of each tool today.

Finally, when writing about the talismans, Li Zhuiyuan hesitated a bit, then wrote:

Role of talisman: Can be used to detect nearby dirty things. If there are any, they will turn black.

Just as he put down the pen, he heard a knock on the door:

"Xiǎo Yuán wait, Great-grandfather, I'm going to take a bath. Go wait in Great-grandfather's bedroom."

"Oh, okay, Great-grandfather."

Li Zhuiyuan entered Great-grandfather's bedroom. Just like the past two days, there was a circle of candles placed on the tiles, and a very familiar array was drawn.

Why say familiar? Because this array was again somewhat different from the previous times.

And that book, "Jīnshā Luówén Jīng", was still open on the ground.

This meant that even if this array had been drawn several times, Great-grandfather still needed to continue copying according to the book each time he drew a new one.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up this book, flipped to the page for the transportation ceremony, scanned the book, and then carefully looked at the array on the ground.

"Hmm?"

Immediately, he felt as if his eyes were playing tricks on him, looked at the book again, then carefully looked at the array on the ground.

"This time... did Great-grandfather actually draw it correctly?"

This should have been a good thing, but Li Zhuiyuan couldn't be happy.

Because when Great-grandfather drew the wrong array, the effect of the array was instead controllable. But who knew what would happen after Great-grandfather drew the array correctly?

The scariest thing is always the unknown.

From Li Zhuiyuan's perspective, he knew the purpose of Great-grandfather's transportation for him. He just hoped to transport away the dark side things in the eyes of secular people in his body, let himself become an ordinary child again, and live a normal life.

But this was not what he wanted. He was already on this road.

Furthermore, even without considering the possibility of Great-grandfather's fortune being too thick and causing himself to explode, what would he do with Great-grandfather's fortune?

Great-grandfather had been carefree his whole life. If something bad happened in his old age because of dividing his fortune, why bother?

Grandpa Nan and Grandpa Bei were not the only grandsons, but Great-grandfather only recognized him as his great-grandson.

Others coveted this fortune, but Li Zhuiyuan had absolutely no interest in it.

"Great-grandfather, you should just enjoy your old age."

He squatted down, picked up the vermilion sand box and rag beside him, first erased a small corner of the north position of the array, then used vermilion sand to fill it back in. However, that small corner, which was originally facing inwards, was changed by Li Zhuiyuan to face outwards. Originally, both the south and north corners faced inwards.

Although he hadn't started reading books related to arrays, he had also copied and carved quite a few patterns on tools during this period. He knew that this kind of detail could easily render an array ineffective.

Li Zhuiyuan secretly nodded: Such a large array, changing such a small corner, Great-grandfather should not be able to see it.

"Xiǎo Yuán, Xiǎo Yuán!"

Runsheng's shout came from downstairs.

"Coming."

Li Zhuiyuan went downstairs and saw Runsheng grabbing the TV antenna and swinging it:

"Xiǎo Yuán, look, why is there no picture on this TV?"

Li Zhuiyuan looked at the night outside: "It seems like it's going to thunder. The signal might not be good. We have to go see Grandpa Shān early tomorrow morning. You should also go to bed early. If the TV is still not good tomorrow, we'll send it for repair on the way and bring it back when we return."

"Okay, Xiǎo Yuán, do you still have money to repair the TV? I heard that repairing TVs is quite expensive."

If he broke the TV while watching it, Runsheng wouldn't dare tell Great-grandfather.

"It's okay, Runsheng Bror. If there are no accidents, we'll have money tomorrow."

...

Li Sānjiāng finished his bath, wearing red underwear, and walked into the bedroom while wiping water droplets from his body with a towel.

"Yi, Xiǎo Yuán is waiting for someone?"

He threw the towel on the ground casually and walked towards the head of the bed to get a cigarette and prepare to light one.

Who knew that in his haste, he stepped on the half-wet towel and directly slipped, losing his balance.

Fortunately, although the old man was old, he was still strong and reacted quickly. He quickly turned his body sideways, supported the ground with his left hand, and only slightly knocked his knee. He didn't fall completely.

Getting up somewhat luckily, Li Sānjiāng looked at his red knee.

"Yi, bleeding?"

He reached out to touch it, but saw no wound. He put his hand in front of him again and looked. It wasn't blood; it was vermilion sand.

Li Sānjiāng lowered his head and looked at the array on the ground. He found that a small area of the array in the south position had been wiped off by his knee.

He quickly dragged the vermilion sand box over, preparing to fill it back in.

"Āi, what is this?"

He had drawn this array map several times. Although he needed to copy it according to the book each time, he had roughly grasped some patterns. For example, this array map was symmetrical.

He looked up at the opposite position, which was the north position.

"Oh, it's an outward-facing corner."

Li Sānjiāng carefully used vermilion sand to fill it in, patted his hands, and nodded with satisfaction.

Next, he lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then lit all the candles on the ground.

Li Zhuiyuan returned at this time.

"Little bird, I told you to wait, what are you running around for?"

"He he, didn't I come?"

"Quickly sit into the array."

"Okay, Great-grandfather."

Li Zhuiyuan sat into his position and specifically looked at the north position of the array. Hmm, that corner was still facing outwards.

Li Sānjiāng also sat down at this time, took out a talisman from his pants crotch, lit it, waved it, and chanted.

Finally, he took a deep breath, gathered his strength, and prepared to vigorously slap the ground. Only by doing this could he create wind to extinguish the surrounding candles and simultaneously cause the light bulb above to short circuit and flash once.

He silently counted in his heart, one, two, three!

He slapped down with the talisman in his hand,

"Pā!"

Darkness,

instantly swallowed everything.

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According to the editor's request, I am asking for a monthly ticket.

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