When I saw the brother's eyes suddenly opened and his eyes were closed, my tears instantly flowed down and I couldn't help but sit back. The little reel was indeed dead! And I remembered Long Nan's words, and immediately broke up his soul after killing him. Even if I wanted to use the magic of painting the soul, it would be impossible for him to be resurrected from the dead!

"Bastard!" I squeezed out these two angry words from my teeth. I got up and pulled the body of the little hoist out of the ground. I found that there was a fatal wound on his back, which was obviously attacked and killed. Otherwise, with Long Nan's current situation, it would be rare to get it if the little hoist was vigilant.

This puzzled me. Long Nan was an orphan that Xiao Lu Dao's father had taken in since he was a child. It should be said that he was too late to repay his kindness. How could he do such a beastly act? Is it because he wanted to compete with Xiao Lu Dao for the inheritance rights of the Ghost Escort Agency? This is not impossible. Xiao Lu Dao is the only son, and three of his senior brothers from east, west, south and north have already died, leaving Long Nan. If Xiao Lu Dao dies, the inheritance rights of the Ghost Escort Agency will definitely fall into Long Nan's hands.

This beast, with an honest appearance, was so cruel!

"You'll be sad later and take a closer look at the wound." said the dead girl.

I wiped my tears, turned the body of the small roller sword and turned my face down, and put my phone on the wound on my back. Under the bright light, I could see clearly when the flesh was turned on. The blood had not dried up yet, and it should have just died. But suddenly I found a strange situation. There seemed to be something in the wound. The blood was blurred and looked like a roll of paper, as thick as a little finger. I was about to reach out to open the wound and take it out to take a look, but the dead girl stopped me.

"Don't touch that thing, I feel like a curse. Have you forgotten what that person said just now? I asked my father to come here to see the corpse in three days, which means he must have done something on the corpse." The dead girl said.

***, what is this? Killing the little reel is not enough. You have to continue to use a curse to harm his body and to harm his old man. It is simply worse than a beast!

The dead girl said again: "I guess it is an evil technique related to raising corpses. Within three days, the corpse of the small hob will not rot. After waiting for three days, there may be a mutant change. We must find the truth to crack this evil technique."

"Cremn the body of the small reel, isn't that all?" I said.

The dead girl pondered: "The corpse that was tampered with feet cannot touch the fire, and it will definitely be a corpse. Moreover, before you can't figure out what kind of evil magic this is, the things in the wound cannot move, otherwise it will lead to terrible consequences."

Since she felt the consequences were terrible, I dared not insist on taking out the thing. According to the deceased girl, I buried the small roller in the pit and laid the blue bricks again. I sat on the ground weakly and stayed quietly for a long time. The scenes of the small roller coming to life and death were as clear as yesterday. His voice, smile, and his funny expression when he was bickering with Dazui Rong were lingering in front of me.

"Oh, let's go, if you don't leave, it will be dawn." The dead girl sighed and urged me.

I nodded and wanted to clean up my sadness. I took advantage of the dark night before dawn to climb over the wall and return to the hotel. Big Mouth Rong still slept soundly, and the snoring sound made me feel very annoyed. I squatted in the corridor with the bottle of white wine, unscrewed the bottle cap and blew it on the bottle.

"Drink less, we will check clues after dawn." The dead girl whispered to comfort her.

I didn't make a sound, and drank half a bottle in one breath. The spicy drink passed by my throat. Soon I felt dizzy in my mind, but I felt even more uncomfortable in my heart. Listening to the snoring sound coming from the door, a burst of inexplicable mania arose, I got up and rushed into the room, and picked up Dazuirong from the bed.

Dazui Rong was suddenly awakened and stared at me blankly, looking at me with a confused look on his face.

"The little hob is dead!" I couldn't hide my excitement and said loudly.

"What?" The boy woke up immediately and jumped up from the bed. "Say it again, who is dead?"

I sat dejectedly on the bed and said what happened just now from beginning to end. After hearing this, Dazui Rong stayed silent for two minutes without moving. Then a hatred appeared on his face, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go and kill this Long Nan and tell the truth to his old man!"

I sighed and said to him, "I want to kill this scattered scammer. I just killed me. Let's not be impulsive and see what conspiracy they want to play. Kill the little reel and not destroy the corpse, but buried it in the old house. After three days, his old man came to dig the corpse. What exactly do they want to do?"

Dazuirong nodded and frowned, "You said that something is stuffed into the wound, which should be an evil curse for raising corpses. In Xiangxi witchcraft, this technique has many consequences. If you want to know what will happen in three days, you have to wait a day to see what changes will happen in the corpse, and you can see a rough idea."

My eyes suddenly lit up and I said to him, "Then let's dig out the body of a small roller tonight and take a look."

After dawn, Xiao Ying saw us sitting in the room and drooping with a deep pain, so she asked us what was wrong with us, did Dazui Rong miss Xiaoyu again? We shook our heads and told the bad news about the little hob. The girl was immediately stunned, and her eyes turned red. I believe she was as sad as we were, but in less than half a month, the living little hob disappeared, and even the Yin and Yang were separated. This child didn't even have the chance to go to the underworld to be a ghost!

Which of the three of us was in the mood to have dinner? After staying silent for a while, we began to discuss how to find clues and crack the conspiracy. The dead girl told me about the stranger's appearance, about 1.7 meters tall, strong, between thirty and forty years old, and had a scar on her forehead.

The two of them said to go to the town to ask if this person is a local. So the three of us went downstairs and went out of the hotel, bought two packs of cigarettes at the convenience store, and took the opportunity to inquire about the man with scars on the forehead with the boss. The convenience store owner said he didn't know him. There were hundreds of people in Guangyuan Town, no matter how big or small, he had seen them, but he had never seen anyone with obvious scars on his head. That means that this person was not from the town, but came from outside.

It’s hard to deal with outsiders, so where can I find clues? The three of us returned to the hotel door in frustration, not knowing what to do next. At this moment, we suddenly saw a girl walking towards the old house in a hurry. I looked up and recognized it as Qu Yuan!

I was stunned. Why is this girl back? I hurriedly shouted at her: "Yuanyuan!" When I shouted, Xiao Ying and Dazui Rong both raised their heads.

Qu Yuan stopped and turned to see us. He was stunned for a moment, then hurried over and asked breathlessly: "Didn't you go to Sichuan?"

Xiao Yingqi said: "You guys left first, how did you know we went to Sichuan?"

"Xie Chen and I came back later. Just as we left yesterday, he received another call and rushed back in a hurry. When we got off the bus, he squeezed down first, but I didn't follow him. Didn't you see him?" Qu Yuan said with a pair of big watery eyes flashing.
Chapter completed!