"Long Xiaoshen thinks about it... Recently... the speed of change in the world is really dazzling." The Land Master flirted with his long white beard, narrowed his red and big eyes like walnuts, as if he was staring at the unfamiliar wind and dust. "People have lost their faith and picked up alternatives called science... From the old-fashioned perspective of the little god, many things are worth mentioning."

"Just before the immortal came here for about a stick of incense, the little god witnessed a man driving a... well... a square big iron lump passing by this road. Although the world of mortals changes rapidly, they have not forgotten the New Year. The road below was originally filled with big iron lumps all day long. The people driving them would keep pressing an instrument, which was louder than a trumpet, which made the little god dizzy. But today there were only a few sparse seats, so the little god remembered it very clearly." He pointed with his cane and continued, "Then, the man got out of the car, and the little god clearly saw that he was covered in blood."

"Is there blood all over?" Yin clan raised his eyebrows, "Is human blood?"

"That's true. The immortal also knows that as long as it is a job that often sees blood, even a big pig killer will be plagued by anger. Most ghosts are afraid of seeing it. The little god dares to guarantee that his 700-year-old Taoist practice is so heavy that he must have killed someone and brought a big iron lump to throw away the body." The Land Master said with a vivid description, "He seemed to have fallen in love with this land. After hesitation for a moment, he turned around and lifted the back of the big iron lump and dragged the body out. What's so great?!"

"It is indeed impossible... I dare to bury corpses on the head of the land. If I put them hundreds of years ago, I would be given a red meter." The Yin clan happily continued.

"Yes, although the little god is just a trivial land god, he is also a god after all! The modern people have less and less awe of God..." He complained a few times and continued, "The man brought out the body and was about to come here. The little god was so unbearable that he used several magical powers to scare him away."

"Is that all?" Yin clan tilted his head and asked in disbelief, "I'll just say it... Didn't you sense the tapir? What are you doing on your territory?"

"Tapir??!" As soon as he heard this name, the Land Master jumped up like he saw Sun Wuzi, and waved his hand repeatedly, "No, no, no, the little god has never heard of the tapir?! Never heard of it! I dare to use the divine nature as a guarantee to swear!"

"..." The Yin clan saw his anxious expression and couldn't help but laugh, "Tudi, why are you panicking? That tapir? No matter how powerful it is, it's just a demon. You are the god appointed by the Heavenly Court here. You obey the heavenly orders directly. Why can't he do anything to you?"

"Grand Immortal, you don't know anything." Seeing that he was unable to get over the topic, the Land Master had to smile bitterly, "Although the little god had never seen him, he had heard some rumors about him... A monster that originally came out of nowhere got a treasure six years ago, and its strength increased greatly. It is different from the past. Legend has it that he now has the ability to restrain the souls of dead people and prevent them from reincarnation. Instead, he forced himself to stay in the world and do things for him. Isn't there a demon hunter in this country? Those demon hunters formed a team of five people to capture him, and in the end they returned in vain and lost a lot of people."

"Oh~~~, that's how it is." Yin nodded thoughtfully, and did not make things difficult for him anymore. He waved his hand, "Okay, I understand, I will deal with the rest. You go."

Seeing that he had finally finished asking, the land was overjoyed and said in a tone like singing a sacrificial song, "Great the Immortal--" He bowed deeply, and did not go to Great the Yin clan, but turned into a cigarette and disappeared.

...

On the other hand, Ying Huan was already stunned, with her mouth growing big, and she would be in a state of mind for a long time. Until the Landlord turned into smoke, she still stared at the ground in her original posture, as if she wanted to see through everything under the soil. Of course, it is not a big deal that she had never seen the world. It was because the Yin clan's performance just now was too amazing~, and she directly twisted the style from the X-Men to Journey to the West. I had to be surprised. As a modern girl who has received various American blockbusters, Japanese animation and Chinese online literature, Ying Huan can accept that there are super powers in the world, but cannot accept that there are Landlords in the world. At least the former sounds a little scientific...

"Why did you look like a ghost? Didn't you get off the hearse ten minutes ago?" As the initiator of destroying someone's worldview, the Yin clan stretched out his finger and shook it in front of her, "Where is your home? It's so late, I'll send you back."

"...you, you, you, you...you are not a superpower at all! What are you?" Ying Huan stretched out a finger and pointed at the Yin clan tremblingly, "And, what was that just now? Real Land Master?"

"Isn't the principle similar to calling a taxi? Is it so strange?"

"Are you totally different?"

"It's the second midnight of the New Year's Eve now, and it's probably impossible to call a taxi... try the taxi software." Yin clan deliberately ignored Ying Huan's question, took out his cell phone, and operated it, "There is actually a car, and it's just a few kilometers away from us, and it will arrive soon!"

"Listen to others, hey!!"

...

About five minutes later, the two walked to the highway. A white Alto slowly drove to the side and stopped beside them. The driver rolled down the window and looked at Yin and Ying Huan repeatedly with a look of almost ghosts. No matter how hard he racked his brains, he could not think of what the young man and woman were doing on the New Year's Eve to the small hill next to the highway. Date? Talk about love? But no one with a normal mind would run to such a place with no rudeness in the middle of winter!

Yin took advantage of him to open the window and glance at the internal structure of the entire car: there were many signs of wear on the reflector, which indicated that the car had been used for a while. There were not many hanging decorations in the car. There were a down jacket that was taken off on the front seat, and several places were scratched, revealing the fluff in it. The warm air conditioner was on, and the driver was wearing a thick sweater, but he shouted in a hot head. The sleeves of his underwear exposed outside looked particularly dirty, and it was obviously soaked in sweat. His pants were stained with grass stains that had not been removed, as if he had just walked around in the jungle and other places. It was obvious that it was on a night when the traffic flow was extremely sparse, but the driver was still wearing sunglasses.

He glanced at the trunk, but only saw a black sealed square box vaguely.

Open the car door and get in.

"You are still taking business so late." Ying Huan said with some emotion, "It's not easy..."

"Haha, I left after taking the last order, and I didn't expect there to be someone here." The driver smiled reluctantly. His voice gave people the feeling of "standard match for middle-aged men", the kind of man who bumped and wandered in ordinary life, and finally experienced vicissitudes, "Are you going to...the toll station?"

He repeatedly confirmed the address on his mobile phone and asked again with some uncertainty. After all, he has been a driver for so many years, but he has never encountered anyone who takes the initiative to go to the toll station...

"Yes, my girlfriend and I originally planned to drive back to celebrate the New Year, but there was something wrong with the car... We had to get off and want to take a taxi, but now it's New Year's Eve, and the traffic is low like a mosquito in winter. We finally walked four or five kilometers towards Hangzhou, but we really couldn't walk anymore. Fortunately, we kept driving the taxi software, and finally we didn't miss your ride-hailing trip, which was really helpful. Just take us to the toll station, and my friend will pick you up later." Yin clan opened his mouth and explained the reasons why they both appeared in the middle of the road. Although there were still many loopholes after careful look, it was enough to fool things as a scene.

Ying Huan glared at him fiercely, as if she had complaints about the statement of "girlfriend". But she still didn't make a noise after all, just held her schoolbag and leaned relaxedly against the seat in the back row, squinted her eyes and took a nap.

"Oh, that's it, that's the case..." The driver seemed not to want to speak, and responded perfunctorily for a few words, then started the car and drove towards the Hangzhou toll station.

Without saying a word, Alto was driving fast or slow.

The time in the ghost realm is slightly different from the real time. They have actually been "missed" for nearly four hours. In other words, it is now nine o'clock in the evening.

After relaxing from a high tension state, Ying Huan couldn't help but feel sleepy and fell asleep holding her bag. Yin Clan could still hear a slight snoring. It could be seen that the experience along the way had a great impact on the girl who called herself "special agent", making her exhausted. He took off the huge windbreaker on his body and gently draped it on her shoulders, all of which was a thinner quilt. The most amazing thing was that when the windbreaker was covered by Ying Huan, he began to adjust its size, thickness, and fabric structure by himself, and from the appearance it turned into something that could be used as a quilt. Because there was no light in the car, and it was now at night, the driver did not see these details.

After doing this, the Yin clan quietly leaned against the back of the chair and looked at the fleeting lights outside the window - they were stars created by mortals, and thanks to them, humans do not have to rely on the faint moonlight when walking on the night road.

About forty minutes later, the Alto car arrived at the destination safely. The driver said that he would go back to Hangzhou anyway, so he simply took the two of them past the toll station and found a slightly remote corner to stop. Yin clan also woke Ying Huan up gently and asked her to wait outside first, but don't take off her windbreaker. After all, it's evening and the wind is still very strong.

Ying Huan didn't notice that there was anything on her body, she got out of the car in a daze, and almost forgot her schoolbag.

With a "click", the car door was closed, and the world inside the car was as quiet as a memorial hall of the People's Heroes.

"Brother, you really care about your girlfriend, hahaha..." The driver smiled awkwardly, but he seemed very nervous, and the sweat on his forehead kept dripping down. He was counting on using such jokes to liven up the atmosphere, but unexpectedly, the Yin clan did not respond, but just raised his head and stared at himself in the rearview mirror. The driver could not see the Yin clan's eyes blocked by his hair, but could clearly feel that he was looking at himself. His eyes should be as sharp as a sword, piercing the meaningless sunglasses and piercing into his pupils. But this look was like a sharp scalpel, flying in his soul with ease, cutting open all the secrets of invisible people.

The atmosphere was so wrong that both of them didn't speak, and they could only hear the wind outside the window roaring hoarsely. The driver only felt that his nerves were about to be broken. His spirit seemed to be about to react. As long as he heated it a little more, it would transform into bubbling oxygen.

"Why kill someone?" Yin clan suddenly questioned.

"Bang————" The driver's eyes flashed, and he felt as if someone was ringing a gong in his ear. "I, I... didn't... what are you talking about..." His lips stuttered pitifully. It was obvious that he was not ready to be exposed.

"Why kill someone?" Yin asked again in an unchangeable tone, but then he saw Ying Huan standing alone in the strong wind, swaying as if he was about to fall asleep again. He couldn't bear to let the girl wait too long, so he speeded up his speech, "Forget it... you're not a ghost, just kill someone. I'm not interested in me, and I won't call the police."

"????" The poor driver heard such a rash speech for the first time, and thought he had carried a murderous devil, so shocked that he almost jumped off the car and fled.

"Did the victim know you?"

"No, I don't know..." The driver seemed to feel like he was dreaming and couldn't help but speak.

"Okay, then the probability that the police will search for you is not high. What did you use to kill?"

"knife……"

"Where is the clothes?" The Yin clan saw that he was stunned for a while, increased the volume a little, and said in an impatient tone, "Where is the clothes stained with blood?!"

"In the trunk... I originally wanted to find a place to bury it, but I was afraid of the police dog..."

"Don't bury it! Go home now, turn on the range hood and exhaust fan, but try not to make the sound too loud, so as not to disturb the neighbors. Find some yarn, a pack of salt, newspaper, scissors, lighter, and a few bowls. Boil a pot of hot water, take a hot shower and calm down, turn on the TV, and open the windows to let the air go. After taking a shower, take out the clothes, throw them into the washing machine to wash, sprinkle some salt in. After washing, blow dry, take it out, cut it into a square shape with scissors, and divide it into two piles according to blood and no blood. Use a bowl to hold the freshly boiled boiling water and soak the blood in it.

After doing this, you cut the newspaper into small squares, tie it with the fragments of clothes with wool ropes, find a bowl, press it upside down on the toilet, and then burn it. After burning it almost, pick up the bowl, flush it, and destroy the evidence. But remember not to flush too often, otherwise if the police really come to the door, you will be finished once you check the water meter. The bloody fragments of clothes are soaked and then blow dry, repeat the above steps, and then keep paying attention to the TV news channel. The number of missing people every year is similar to the lost phone. As long as you can drown in the crowd and never make a mistake again, the possibility of being caught is not high."
Chapter completed!