Chapter 82

Chapter 80

"Buddies, you are truly heavy."

Tan Wenbin placed Lu Yi on the dormitory bed, hands on his hips, panting for breath.

Actually, carrying a person wasn't that tiring. The main reason was that after Lu Yi was cured of the evil influence earlier, he then flew and pounced on the high heels again. The series of intense actions only allowed Tan Wenbin to catch his breath now.

Seeing Lu Yi's face covered in dirty white foam, Tan Wenbin frowned slightly. In the end, he couldn't bear it. He picked up a basin, poured some hot water into it, and then squeezed out a towel to wipe him off.

As for the scrapes and bleeding on Lu Yi's knees, feet, and elbows, Tan Wenbin was too lazy to deal with them. Anyway, they were all rough men, and a few bumps weren't a big deal.

After doing this, Tan Wenbin poured Lu Yi a cup of water and placed it on the plastic stool by his bed. Then, he bent down and took out a Harbin red sausage from the storage box under the bed.

He took a bite, chewed, and said:

"Buddies, this counts as the exorcism fee and cleaning fee."

Leaving Lu Yi's dormitory and returning to his own, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Xiao Yuan Ge sitting at the desk, holding a whip.

That gaze, that aura... Tsk tsk, Tan Wenbin suddenly felt that his memory of his dad holding a belt seemed too kind and benevolent at this moment.

He squatted down to the side and observed Yuan Zi Ge's interrogation.

Yuan Zi Ge's gaze was slightly raised, not falling on the high heels on the desk, which proved that there were other invisible things on the table.

He reached up and scratched his head. Tan Wenbin really wanted to enter the Yin realm together right now to see what was going on.

But he knew that Yuan Zi Ge would definitely not agree.

Yuan Zi Ge always warned him and others not to frequently enter the Yin realm, unless it was truly a very tricky matter that required it.

However, Yuan Zi Ge himself would often just "snap" his fingers and enter the Yin realm. Before, he needed to take a nap and have someone support him while counting down. Now, he could enter the Yin realm with his eyes open, handling both the Yin and Yang realms without delay.

Regarding this, Tan Wenbin felt no imbalance in his heart. From the very first time they met, when his dad finished beating him and Yuan Zi Ge had already finished writing all the test papers on his desk, he knew that the biggest similarity between himself and Yuan Zi Ge was that they both looked like individuals.

However, Yuan Zi Ge seemed to have encountered some trouble, and the interrogation seemed to have hit a snag.

Li Zhuiyuan opened his mouth and said, "Bingbing Ge, burn paper, light candles, spread sand to ask the way."

"Understood!"

Burning paper and lighting candles were easy to understand. Spreading sand to ask the way was actually similar to "pen fairy."

However, Tan Wenbin momentarily forgot whether this process used red candles or white candles.

Damn, his brain felt like it had returned to his alma mater after the college entrance exam.

Not only had he forgotten a lot of his high school knowledge, but even the "professional content" he had memorized before was a bit blurry.

Fortunately, Tan Wenbin had a method.

He first placed a box on the desk, then poured in special white sand. After smoothing the sand surface with a ruler, he held a red candle in his left hand and a white candle in his right hand and asked:

"Xiao Yuan Ge, which direction should the candle be placed?"

Li Zhuiyuan first looked at Tan Wenbin's left hand, then his gaze fell on the southeast corner of the desk.

Got it, it was the white candle.

After Tan Wenbin arranged everything, he lit the candle.

Li Zhuiyuan held a piece of yellow paper and waved it in front after igniting it.

Tan Wenbin took his own porcelain cup for drinking water and prepared to collect the paper ash.

But in a blink of an eye, he saw Yuan Zi Ge stand up, reach forward with his left hand, grab and pull down, then poke the burning yellow paper inside with his right hand, and pat up with his left hand.

In an instant, the yellow paper burned out, leaving only green smoke, not even a single black paper ash remained.

Tan Wenbin's eyes widened. He realized that while he was busy with the college entrance exam for the past half a year, Yuan Zi Ge hadn't been idle either. It was just that things were too calm and uneventful at his old home, so he hadn't noticed Yuan Zi Ge's rapid progress.

In fact, if viewed from the perspective of entering the Yin realm, he would see the young man first reach out and pinch the girl's chin to make her open her mouth, then stuff the burning talisman paper into the girl's mouth, and finally pat the girl's mouth closed.

The two main functions of yellow paper were to guide and to show filial piety. So, directly feeding it into the mouth was like taking a shortcut.

Whether it was due to her special reason or because she was severely burned by the black dog blood wiped by Tan Wenbin, the girl was unable to "communicate and speak." She could only tremble pitifully on the table.

As soon as the yellow paper was fed, the effect appeared.

The girl took the initiative to stretch out her hand and grab the pen placed on the sand plate, her expression resolute.

Li Zhuiyuan also reached out to grab the pen, but seeing the young man's outstretched hand, the girl's resolute expression instantly crumbled, and she shrank back her hand.

No wonder, the girl's fear of the young man was simply bone-deep.

The Yin Family's twelve methods were simplified generation after generation for the convenience of later unworthy descendants. By the time they reached Yin Fuhai, only a basic version remained.

Li Zhuiyuan's [Leading Across the Bridge] was considered fantastic in the eyes of the current Yin family members, but it was actually just a common technique during the peak of the Yin family's ancestors. That is to say, when displaying this move, the young man's body faintly re-emerged some of Yin Changsheng's style.

And Yin Changsheng was considered by many to be the prototype of the Great Emperor of Fengdu.

Seeing the girl so afraid of him, Li Zhuiyuan could only turn his head to look at Tan Wenbin and at the same time point at the pen on the sand plate.

Tan Wenbin understood, reached out and grabbed the pen. Seeing this, the girl stretched out her hand again and also grabbed the pen.

Hiss... so cold.

Tan Wenbin only felt as if the back of his hand was covered by ice, instantly numb and senseless.

The pen finally started to draw.

The tip of this pen was sharp and fine like hair, and the white sand surface was as fine as paper. It could write in a big sloppy way or a small, detailed way.

The pen tip moved quickly, and the characters were as small as fly heads. Li Zhuiyuan had to stand up close to see clearly.

She was writing a letter, a letter from Ran Qiu Ping to her daughter, Qiu Minmin.

Normally, after these letters were written, Ran Qiu Ping would burn them. Only this pair of high heels could "see" them.

One letter's content was quickly written out. After filling one sand surface, Li Zhuiyuan would smooth it with a ruler to allow her to continue writing.

Besides a mother's thoughts for her dead daughter, daily nagging about life, and occasional mentions of Sun Hongxia, whom she had unleashed her anger on, the letter repeatedly mentioned one person's name: Mao Zhushan.

Sometimes he was addressed as Master Mao, sometimes as Heavenly Master Mao, and sometimes even as Little Brother Mao, Handsome Brother Mao. Their relationship was so good that it seemed she wanted him to be her son-in-law in the future.

But there were also negative addresses. Ran Qiu Ping would scold him in the letter, calling him a big swindler, a bastard, and a beast Mao.

The addresses and emotions switched, intertwined in a series of letters, but there was always one important theme that was not interrupted: revival.

When he saw this theme, Li Zhuiyuan knew that Ran Qiu Ping had been deceived.

Wei Zhengdao, in the preface of the first volume of "Jianghu Strange Records," wrote a very abrupt sentence: [The dead cannot be revived.]

This sentence was not connected to the preceding or following text, forming a paragraph on its own.

And the fallen dead he introduced later were all to explain and verify this sentence: the fallen dead are not the people from their previous lives.

In the letter, every time the revival plan progressed well, Ran Qiu Ping's address to Mao Zhushan would be very intimate. She even mentioned that she would introduce them to each other and play matchmaker when her daughter was revived. Every time Mao Zhushan said the plan needed to be delayed or had an accident, Ran Qiu Ping would be furious, displaying hysterical emotions in the letter.

On this point, Li Zhuiyuan's judgment was not wrong.

Whether it was Sun Hongxia or Ran Qiu Ping, they were just puppets being "manipulated and fooled." Their spirits and worldview were already twisted and abnormal.

The girl wrote very fast, and Li Zhuiyuan read very fast. From the information revealed between the lines of the characters, Li Zhuiyuan still caught a general outline: the General Temple, the master concealing something.

Combined with his own field investigation, a relatively clear side story had been sorted out.

After Qiu Minmin died, Ran Qiu Ping was greatly affected. Then she contacted Mao Zhushan, a disciple of the corpse salvager in the General Temple. That was the young man Li Zhuiyuan saw comforting Ran Qiu Ping in the temple that day.

Mao Zhushan promised to help Ran Qiu Ping revive Qiu Minmin, and then Qiu Minmin became a fallen dead, often haunting the dance room on the second floor of the university's activity building.

During this period, Ran Qiu Ping brainwashed Sun Hongxia and, with a redemption mentality, always stood guard and covered for her there.

In recent letters, "the date is approaching" was repeatedly mentioned, which indicated that Mao Zhushan's plan was nearing its final stage.

This definitely didn't refer to helping Ran Qiu Ping revive Qiu Minmin, but should be Mao Zhushan's own plan.

But at this crucial moment, Runsheng and Yin Meng each carried corpse salvager equipment and moved in. Ran Qiu Ping, who managed the dormitory building, must have also seen their equipment when moving luggage.

She must have seen similar things with Mao Zhushan and his master. She reported it, feeling that the matter was exposed and that external corpse salvagers had gathered here to destroy their plan.

In the most recent letter, Ran Qiu Ping specifically wrote related content to her daughter, describing the four of them. She also told her daughter not to be afraid, saying that she would solve them together with her, and no one could stop her beloved daughter from coming back to her side.

After reading the letter, the girl stopped writing.

Li Zhuiyuan also realized that the girl was not from Ran Qiu Ping's group. She seemed to belong to the Yin cunningness within this dormitory building or this area of dormitory buildings.

Because in the letter stories from Ran Qiu Ping, she was not specifically mentioned, only a sentence in one letter:

Minmin, Mom picked up a very nice pair of high heels in the dormitory today. I don't know who left them. Mom will consider it your birthday gift to Mom.

Picking up a pair of exquisite and well-preserved high heels in a boys' dormitory building.

This was very incongruous.

But it wasn't entirely unreasonable. Perhaps some boys planned to buy them as a gift for their girlfriends, or perhaps some boys had a special hobby and wanted to wear high heels themselves.

And the girl was so "entangled" with Ran Qiu Ping.

The reason was simple. Long-term contact with Qiu Minmin, even if she was her own biological daughter who became a fallen dead, would lead to a decline in luck and make her easy to be entangled by evil cunning.

Then, the first night he lived here, when he heard the sound of high heels, could it be that she knew Ran Qiu Ping wanted to target him, so she came in advance to warn him?

No, it wasn't.

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head. It wasn't that he didn't dare to admit his mistake of "returning evil for good," but based on his experience, there was really no need to over-anthropomorphize this type of Yin cunning existence.

She was probably just bored and lonely and wanted to play with people for fun.

The first night, she wanted to come find him, but was scared away by him.

Tonight, she took advantage of the time he wasn't in the dormitory to go find Lu Yi to play, and played Lu Yi into that state.

That's right, Lu Yi wasn't dead yet, but the consequences of an ordinary person being targeted by evil cunning could range from nervous exhaustion, bad luck, and illness, to unbearable pressure and torment, potentially leading to them jumping directly from the dormitory building.

Lu Yi was lucky to run into him and Tan Wenbin. Otherwise, he might have become a school legend in the mouths of future students, appearing in late-night talks after the dormitory lights were out:

"Hey, you know? I heard a senior in the club today say that a senior who used to live on our floor wore a pair of women's high heels before jumping off the building..."

Li Zhuiyuan picked up the whip and put it in Tan Wenbin's hand. The girl immediately shrank back her hand in fear.

"Good."

Hearing this, Tan Wenbin also immediately withdrew his arm. Then he put his frozen, senseless hand inside his clothes to try and warm it with his body temperature, but immediately pulled his hand out with an "oh oh oh" sound. It was so cold that even his body couldn't stand it.

"Bingbing Ge, apply black dog blood."

This symptom was just an "illusion." The girl had no entity, so how could she really freeze someone's hand and injure them?

Tan Wenbin immediately reached into his pocket, then showed an awkward expression. His box of sealing mud had dropped to the ground and spilled everywhere. He couldn't possibly go beg Xiao Hei for some blood now.

"Xiao Yuan Ge, my sealing mud..."

Li Zhuiyuan reached into his pocket with his left hand and pressed on the sealing mud. Then he took it out and drew a symbol on the back of Tan Wenbin's hand.

"Hiss... comfortable~"

The hand, which felt frozen into a block of ice, immediately melted and thawed, feeling crisp and comfortable as if placed in a place of birds singing and flowers blooming.

Tan Wenbin stumbled back repeatedly, finally sitting on the ground, but his face was still smiling.

This was a violent reversal in perception, thus forming an illusory experience of "floating like an immortal."

If he had held the pen, he would have only felt a slight coolness on the back of his hand. But the same degree of coolness could cause a world of difference in physical sensation for different people.

But who told the girl not to dare to hold his hand? At this time, only Bingbing could step up.

In some strange stories, old Taoists and old monks always brought a little disciple with them. If they were really discussing disciples by inheritance, they were obviously separated by several generations, and there was no need for him to personally bring a little disciple.

The main reason was that some methods and techniques were not convenient for people with profound Dao lineage and strong will to use themselves.

For example, the "invitation of gods" that appeared in various metaphysical paths. The higher the Dao lineage, the harder it was to invite gods, because even if they were invited, they were afraid of being swallowed or detained by you. Instead, those who were beginners but not deeply accomplished, and at the same time had relatively good physical qualities, were more likely to successfully invite gods.

Tan Wenbin finally recovered and stood up.

"Bingbing Ge, how are you?"

"Nothing, I've recovered." Tan Wenbin said with a serious expression. There was no way, he couldn't possibly say he felt quite refreshed just now.

"Mmm."

"What did she just write?" Although he held the pen, he really couldn't see clearly what was densely written.

Li Zhuiyuan simply summarized the content. After listening, Tan Wenbin said, "That confirms they are planning to attack us. Then we will proceed according to the original plan. Tomorrow night, we'll go to the General Temple and demand an explanation!"

"When they made their move, they were in a hurry to take Runsheng Ge's life. They may not want to talk about explanations with us."

Hearing this, Tan Wenbin swallowed his saliva, then nodded vigorously, and at the same time clenched his fist:

"That's right, kill them!"

When the big brother sets the tone, the little brother can only add code, not subtract.

Tan Wenbin still remembered seeing the floating corpses of the dwarf father and son on the riverbank that day, and even more so, he remembered Yuan Zi Ge's decisiveness the previous night, blinding himself without hesitation to get revenge.

From then on, every "Ge" he called contained genuine meaning.

Whoever truly angered Yuan Zi Ge, Yuan Zi Ge would invite their family to a feast, the kind of feast where you couldn't find anyone at the table to eat.

But no matter what, following such a big brother was truly not suffocating at all.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at the girl on the desk and opened his mouth, saying, "Are your bones nearby?"

The girl nodded.

"When I graduate and leave this school, I will help you find your bones and help you transcend. During this period, you should be honest and well-behaved, otherwise, I will directly suppress you to accumulate merit."

The girl nodded again.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up the teacup on the table and looked at it, discovering it was empty. The water had just been drunk by Tan Wenbin.

"Oh, here, here!" Tan Wenbin immediately picked up the thermos and poured some.

Li Zhuiyuan lightly touched the cup wall with his fingertip, hesitated for a moment, and still shook his head: "Bingbing Ge, get some cold water."

"Okay, Ge, wait a moment."

Tan Wenbin carried the cup away. After splashing out the boiling water, he went out of the dormitory to fill it with cold water and brought it back, then put it in the young man's hand.

Subsequently, Bingbing stood aside and observed carefully. He used to love watching Yuan Zi Ge perform techniques. Whether he could learn them himself was another matter, but at least before going to sleep at night, he could fantasize about how stylish he would look performing these techniques.

He only saw the young man's fingertip constantly dipping into the cup, flicking water droplets towards the girl.

Yin Family's twelve methods: Water Prison Seal.

That night in Fengdu Ghost Street, when Yin Fuhai taught Li Zhuiyuan, his introduction to this method was that when encountering evil cunning invasion, one could use this move to "draw the ground as a prison," thus temporarily protecting oneself.

Therefore, another reason why Li Zhuiyuan hadn't gone to his great-grandfather's basement to look for books much in the past half a year was that he had learned the Yin Family's twelve methods twice.

In terms of technical specifications, the Yin Family's twelve methods were absolutely not inferior to the Qin and Liu families' absolute skills, but the former had been "simplified" into children's reading material by later generations.

Every time a water droplet fell on the girl's body, the girl would let out a scream, like a normal person being poured with molten iron.

But under Li Zhuiyuan's glare, the girl dared not cry out again.

Gradually, the girl's body started to seep out water, like a spider web pattern.

Finally, Li Zhuiyuan splashed the remaining water in the cup onto the girl's body. The girl completely couldn't hold back and was about to scream, but was pointed in the middle of her brow by the young man's finger.

In an instant, the girl's expression froze, as if frozen.

The young man reached out and patted the girl's arm, saying lightly:

"Go back."

With a "hua la" sound, from Tan Wenbin's perspective, a large puddle of water suddenly fell on the desk, then all merged into that pair of high heels.

"Bingbing Ge."

"Yes."

"Clean the shoes, then pack them in a box without a sealed opening, and place them below the balcony."

"Alright."

Tan Wenbin walked over to pick up the high heels and was surprised to find that even though a lot of water had clearly entered before, the inside of the shoes was still very dry.

Only the surface of the shoes still had the black dog blood he had personally wiped on earlier.

Li Zhuiyuan then started to tidy up the desk. His earlier sealing technique was indeed a bit cruel, but he didn't feel he had gone too far. If he hadn't had the ability, when he lived here the first night, dancing while wearing high heels under evil influence could have been himself.

Liu Yi would only become a school legend. He might even be reported in the newspaper: "College Entrance Exam Top Scorer Child Prodigy Mental Disorder, Beware of Pulling Up Seedlings to Help Growth, Causing Harm."

Moreover,

Since he planned to leave her as guard shoes,

Then he had the obligation to manage her well. If she caused any more trouble after staining his karma, the Heavenly Way would definitely calculate it on his head.

He also blocked a blind spot of the Heavenly Way here. Liu Yi was just a small obstacle anyway. As for what sins she had committed before and how many people she had caused to collapse, he didn't know, he didn't ask, and ignorance was no crime.

"Whew..."

By the time the table was tidy, Tan Wenbin had also washed the high heels and returned. He originally thought of wiping them with paper, but found that the top was dry again.

"Xiao Yuan Ge, it seems very thirsty."

"Later, when you have time, pour some water on her."

Tan Wenbin blinked: "Uh, Ge, are you joking?"

"Seriously, water it like flowers."

"Got it." Tan Wenbin wrapped it well with a black plastic bag and placed it below the balcony. Standing up, he looked around and laughed, "Our dormitory is completely safe now. It would be a pity if it doesn't get robbed later."

"Mmm."

It was much safer than before, but still not as safe as his great-grandfather's home.

In the past, even Uncle Qin had served as security at his great-grandfather's home.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up the basin. Tan Wenbin immediately followed suit, saying, "Let's go, let's go, wash together, wash together."

After the two finished bathing, Li Zhuiyuan lay on the bed.

Tan Wenbin wasn't in a hurry to get into bed. He still wanted to go back to the desk later to study, but before that, he first walked to the stool, flipped the bronze mirror facing the door, and opened the door ban.

After doing this, he squatted beside the wooden stool and carefully observed the bronze mirror.

"Xiao Yuan Ge, can you make me one of these bronze mirrors? It's really nice."

"I didn't make it."

"Ah? Is it a real antique?"

"Mmm, a six-mountain pattern bronze mirror."

"Wow." Tan Wenbin sighed. Then, not understanding antiques, he switched to the thinking of ordinary people who understand antiques, "How much is it worth?"

"Don't know."

"Uh, Xiao Yuan Ge, you can roughly estimate a number."

"There's a similar one collected in the national museum."

Tan Wenbin: "......"

Tan Wenbin's face also moved back, afraid that his breath would profane it.

"Xiao Yuan Ge, where did you find this bronze mirror?"

"Someone sent it as a return gift."

"Heavens, what did you send people?"

"Go study, I'm going to sleep."

"Oh, okay."

Li Zhuiyuan adjusted his pillow and closed his eyes.

This bronze mirror was a return gift from A Li. And that morning, what he first sent to A Li was: a box of small Go made of plastic paper for the chessboard, from the stationery store next to the elementary school in Shannan Town.

Waking up from sleep, Li Zhuiyuan opened his eyes and habitually turned his head to see Tan Wenbin snoring while lying on the desk.

Bingbing seemed to be trying to prove that he was smarter than Yin Meng, so he stayed up all night to study thoroughly last night. Anyway, he could catch up on sleep during the day.

Actually, Yin Meng wasn't stupid either, but in terms of cultivation, she was no match for Runsheng. In terms of learning techniques and entering the Yin realm, she was no match for Tan Wenbin. She was just the one who was teased into being the most stupid among the three.

Li Zhuiyuan sat up from the bed. Every morning, he would silently ask the window outside: When will Grandma Liu and the others move here?

He couldn't see A Li again. He didn't know if A Li's condition could continue to improve, but his own condition seemed to be getting worse.

He walked out of the dormitory to wash up.

Liu Yi also came out with a basin to wash.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Morning."

"Morning, Child Prodigy Ge."

Liu Yi wanted to speak several times but stopped. Li Zhuiyuan noticed, but he didn't point it out or pick up the topic.

Actually, the incident with Liu Yi last night might also be because he had worshipped that fallen dead during the day. Although he had taught him to receive the gift, it might still involve something.

Not everyone who worships an image of a general will have an incident, but their luck will decline as a result. And Liu Yi happened to live in a dormitory building with evil cunning.

When Li Zhuiyuan had washed his face and was about to leave with the basin, Liu Yi stretched out his hand and gently pulled the young man's sleeve with his finger.

He was clearly a meter eighty-five tall man from the Northeast, but at this moment, he gave people a sense of the shy grace of a Jiangnan woman.

"Just... just... that... Child Prodigy Ge... our dormitory building, really... really has ghosts?"

"No, I lied to you."

"Ah!" Liu Yi instantly cried out, "Child Prodigy Ge, save me, please save me!"

If Li Zhuiyuan had continued to tell him "there are ghosts," he might have felt better. But directly denying it was like a doctor telling you to "go home and eat something good."

"It's okay, really."

"Child Prodigy Ge, Ge, you are my real Ge."

Seeing Liu Yi still pestering him, Li Zhuiyuan could only say, "Go buy a pack of cigarettes, use red sausage as a tribute, and sacrifice it on the balcony for three days, and it will be fine."

"Thank you, thank you, Child Prodigy Ge, you are amazing! That ghost indeed loves to eat red sausage!"

After returning to the dormitory, Li Zhuiyuan started reading, but he wasn't reading other brain-consuming books. Instead, he re-read Wei Zhengdao's "Jianghu Strange Records."

He vaguely had a premonition that this encounter with the fallen dead should be special. It was a pity that he had too little information about the fallen dead under the image of the general, making it impossible to specifically distinguish and confirm.

In the afternoon, Tan Wenbin just woke up from his sleep and got out of bed when Yin Meng arrived.

Tan Wenbin glanced at her and said faintly, "Finished studying? Just waiting for you."

Yin Meng rolled her eyes at him.

Li Zhuiyuan asked, "How is Runsheng Ge?"

"Runsheng has recovered well, and he said he doesn't want to come with us."

"Mmm, bring the things, let's go."

The two large bags of things were mostly array flags. They might not be the small flags used for setting up door bans, but large flags.

The scenery of the General Mountain was very nice, but because it hadn't been developed yet, not many people came here.

Outside the General Temple, Li Zhuiyuan chose two positions and asked Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng to set up arrays respectively. The array diagrams were in their minds, and now they just needed to follow the pattern.

By the time they finished arranging, it was already dark.

The three sat behind the earth slope in front of the General Temple's door, eating the water and biscuits they had brought and adjusting their state.

"I observed from a high place just now. There are no more tourists in the temple. The staff on duty today are just that master and disciple.

I didn't see Ran Qiu Ping. She might be hiding in the office, but she's secondary.

After going in, we will first deal with that old man and lead him into the array."

According to the known news, this plan was entirely Mao Zhushan's. Looking at his very restrained and low-voiced conversation with Ran Qiu Ping that day, he was likely doing these things without his master's knowledge.

But Li Zhuiyuan was too lazy to report it or find that master to reason with him. He might not place his hope on the old man cleaning up the sect. He chose the most steady method: first take care of the old man.

Just at this moment, a white small sedan drove to the entrance of the General Temple, and three people got out of the car.

Tan Wenbin: "Huh, why are they here?"

The people who came were Wu Xinhui, Zhu Hongyu, and Liu Xinyan, the three witnesses in the Zhao Junfeng case.

As soon as the three got out of the car, they started arguing, seemingly disagreeing about coming here.

Zhu Hongyu raised her hand and slapped Wu Xinhui. Wu Xinhui immediately punched Zhu Hongyu back, knocking her to the ground.

Liu Xinyan, standing aside, simply hugged her arms and had no intention of breaking up the fight.

Zhu Hongyu climbed up from the ground and rushed forward with a scream, scratching at her husband's face. The husband and wife fought fiercely beside the sedan.

Yin Meng was about to open her mouth to ask "what do we do now" when she saw Tan Wenbin give her a look, signaling her to shut up and listen to Xiao Yuan.

Li Zhuiyuan wasn't in a hurry to make a decision. Anyway, it had just gotten dark, and the night was still long.

The commotion at the temple entrance was too big, and finally, someone came out of the General Temple, it was Ran Qiu Ping.

She knelt down to the three people, begging bitterly for something.

The three stopped arguing and tidied their clothes.

But soon, as they exchanged words, the three people's emotions became agitated again. Wu Xinhui even reached out to grab Ran Qiu Ping's collar, questioning something loudly.

Ran Qiu Ping kept begging while desperately shaking her head.

Logically, Ran Qiu Ping should have a very good relationship with these three people. After all, it was with the help of these three witnesses that she was able to catch the real criminal who killed her daughter, Qiu Minmin.

Suddenly, Li Zhuiyuan's ears twitched slightly, and he immediately said:

"Return Village Net."

Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng immediately propped open the net and covered the three people.

After a while, the sound of "ka cha... ka cha..." footsteps came from the front.

Sun Hongxia came out from the small path obliquely below, step by step, so she didn't notice the three people hiding behind.

Tan Wenbin initially wondered why Sun Hongxia was no longer crazy and had become quiet. But soon he discovered that Sun Hongxia's hands behind her neck and ankles were all covered in black mud.

After Sun Hongxia walked down, a faceless woman came out from the original spot behind her. Her whole body was pitted, still flowing with black blood, and her body emitted a foul smell. It was Qiu Minmin.

Although they were a distance apart, her every movement was exactly the same as Sun Hongxia's.

However, in front of Qiu Minmin, a thin mud wall gradually formed, covering herself.

Yin Meng suddenly realized that this was the reason why the other side could quietly disappear in the dance room.

Therefore, in the eyes of the four people below, only Sun Hongxia walked out. After she came in front of the crowd, she also knelt down with a "pu tong" sound.

"My son has sinned, my son has sinned, I didn't teach my son well, I also have sinned, I also have sinned..."

Wu Xinhui and the other three were now kneeling, one in front and one in back, to the two old aunts.

At this time, Mao Zhushan walked out from the temple door, said something, then pointed inside, seeming to invite everyone in.

Wu Xinhui and the other three seemed to be persuaded and walked into the temple. Ran Qiu Ping kicked the stunned Sun Hongxia and then reached out to hug the Qiu Minmin who should not have been seen behind her.

Finally, everyone entered the temple.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Let's go in too. It looks like tonight, there's a good show to watch."

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Tomorrow is a big chapter.

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