Chapter 2002: The soul is broken in the river, the coffin is buried in the mouth of Jiulong (4)

When I heard this sound, I frowned.

Because, the sound is so familiar.

It's Zhuge Qingming.

Made, why did you get him over?

I quickly turned my head and looked at it. Zhuge Qingming walked over with a smile, holding a gourd-shaped wine bottle in his right hand, and his clothes had been changed into beggar suits.

That's right, it's just beggar's costume.

I was speechless, what the hell is Zhuge Qingming doing?

He looked so arrogant in formal attire.

But now, I'm really out of sight.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across her beautiful face, "He followed him."

Without any hesitation, I hurriedly walked towards the second floor, and Han Qiu, Zhuge Qingming and others followed.

But now... the smell of blood is a little bit rushing to the nose.

During this period, Zhuge Qingming did not mention cremation, but talked to me for a while.

As soon as I saw this, I subconsciously took a few steps back, while Zhuge Qingming and others were similar to me, and they also took a few steps back.

"Master Jiu, where the smell of blood is everywhere, there is a hint of weirdness." Joyce whispered beside me.

Immediately afterwards, the insect suddenly crawled towards the second floor of the house.

Um?

The second room?

Wen Xue and I lived in that room at that time, and Old Mrs. Yuan also died in that room.

The room was pitch black, and I pulled the light bulb in the dark.

I took a deep breath again, bent down slowly, took out my cell phone, and looked under the bed.

This made me puzzled.

When I walked to the bed, I could clearly feel the smell of blood coming from under the bed.

I frowned. It took about five days for me to leave the house. When I left, there was no bloody smell in the house.

She nodded and chuckled, "Simple."

He gave up, "Don't worry, the people I've been looking for are honest and conservative in their minds, and they can't do anything big."

She raised her hand and pointed to the second floor, "It should be in the second room on the second floor."

Especially when he was confronted with Yuan Qingtian, Joyce was following him.

I took the cigarette and really wanted to curse a few words, but since this guy has arrived, I naturally couldn't refuse, so I asked him: "How is the matter over there?"

Hell, where did the palms under the bed come from?

You know, when I left, I had tinkered under the bed and didn't see any palms at all.

Perhaps, as Rang said, this is a profit-oriented society. If they want to make money, they will naturally do something with their heart.

"Prince Palace Master, although I don't know you for a long time, I have heard too much about you. From the time you said that you would take a break, I knew you were about to leave, so I followed the Patriarch's wife." Zhuge Qingming walked to me with a smile, took out a pack of cigarettes, and handed me one.

In an instant, the originally dim room suddenly lit up.

With this ray of light, I looked at it.

At this moment, I looked at Joyce.

A palm was exposed under the bed. The palm was particularly pale, and several maggots could be seen vaguely squirming on it.

After about seven or eight seconds, a red-colored insect crawled out.

Without hesitation, I covered my mouth and nose with one hand and walked into the room.

"Palace Master!" He walked over, grabbed the wine bottle and took a sip, then burped, and smiled, "Do you think I'm dressed like this and I'm still qualified to manage the Eight Immortals Palace?"

"Yes! Palace Master, according to me, it's better not to enter this house for the time being!" Zhuge Qingming also muttered.

Well, since Zhuge Qingming said that, I didn’t say anything.

I smiled bitterly, and if Han Qiu understood me, he had already entered the door, so how could he not go in and take a look?

"Will they do it too much?" I asked hurriedly.

When I returned to the cellar entrance, I went straight to Old Lady Yuan’s house.

This insect looks only half a finger the size of.

"Where?" I asked hurriedly.

About a minute later, Joyce frowned and said softly: "Master Jiu, I've found it."

After saying that, her lips moved slightly, probably chanting a mantra.

When I arrived at the second floor, I walked straight to the second room.

I understand that this guy just doesn't want to manage the Eight Immortals Palace.

Then, we discussed it on the spot for a while.

It was about three o'clock in the afternoon, and our group secretly went to the town and then headed straight to Guangzhou.

As soon as I entered the house, a very strong smell of blood came towards me.

When I saw my eyes under the bed, I was a little confused in an instant.

No, not a complete corpse.

After all, I have seen her bamboo basket with my own eyes, the size of a palm, how could she hold so many insects?

If she said her insect was placed in a bamboo basket, I would be a little unbelievable.

He nodded and smiled, "It's almost done. The rest of the things are to be done by those rich people. After all, this is a profit-oriented society. As long as they want to make money, they will definitely get this industry up."

At this moment, I looked at Joyce and whispered: "Can you find the source?"

When we arrived in Guangzhou, it was almost six o'clock in the evening. I first went to the cellar entrance. After all, Mrs. Yuan's house was there, and I also put some things there and waited for it to be retrieved.

It's no different from when I left.

To be honest, I would like to ask Joyce where her worm is placed and why every time she chants a spell, the worm crawls out.

As the cell phone light shone, a complete body was exposed.

At that moment, I took a deep breath and leaned towards the bed, while Zhuge Qingming and others followed me.

However, the bloody smell was getting stronger and stronger. The most evil thing was that I didn't know where the bloody smell came from.

Han Qiu frowned and looked at the house, and said softly: "Prince Palace Master, you can go in."

I didn't say anything, turned my head and looked at Han Qiu, wanting to hear what he said.

As the evening approached, coupled with the light of the house, my body was fine, which made the whole room look a little dim. I took out my cell phone, turned on the screen, and began to look at it in the faint light.

However, considering that each industry has its own secrets, I didn't ask.

A cut was cut on the abdomen of the corpse. Perhaps because of the long time, there were many maggots wriggling on the abdomen.

Seeing this scene, my brows became tighter and tighter, and I quickly shouted at Zhuge Qingming, "Help, get out the body."

Soon, all of us rushed out the body.

I squatted down and glanced roughly. The deceased was an old man, who was in his seventies. What was so evil was that the deceased did not seem to have died in recent days, but more like he had died many years ago.
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