In the evening, the ox cart finally arrived at Wuyang City.
The city of Wuyang is martial and its people are fierce.
Before entering the city, I heard someone in the city shouting curses at mother, father, and eight generations of ancestors.
It turned out that there was a shrewd woman, dragging her cheating husband with one hand, walking through the crowd, just like walking a dog, dragging her husband like a bamboo pole through the streets.
A group of people pointed and pointed, and another woman came up, swung her arms, and gave the man a few big mouths.
Some people were clapping and applauding, but others rushed forward and started fighting with the shrewd woman.
A young policeman in his twenties, Yintang looked a bit dark and slightly hunched over. He looked at the farce that was commonplace and did not try to stop it.
This little catcher didn't have a sword in his waist, he just lowered his head and waited there, as if he was waiting for someone.
The ox cart entered the city gate.
"elder brother!"
The timid little girl, uncharacteristically, jumped out of the cart with excitement and jumped into the arms of the young policeman.
The young policeman quickly smiled and picked up the little girl he hadn't seen for a long time.
"Why have you lost weight?" The couple felt distressed and worried. Not only did their son become thinner and darker, he also talked less, and his cleverness was gone.
"Let's not talk about this for now." The young detective shook his head, hesitating whether to take his parents to see his newly built small house.
An Qingli left some broken silver behind, jumped off the bullock cart, and prepared to leave quietly.
"Wait a minute." Xiao Jintan suddenly spoke up and said excitedly, "There's something wrong with the detective! Qingli, let's follow and take a look."
"Is there corpse energy or demonic energy?" An Qingli asked calmly, grabbing the broken silver pieces left in his hand, walking lightly to the middle-aged couple, reaching out and putting the broken silver pieces into the palm of the middle-aged man.
, smiled and said, "I am new to this place and I am not familiar with the place. I wonder if I can take the liberty of staying here for a night?"
On the bullock cart, the couple had already revealed that their son was working as a policeman and had saved up enough money to buy a new house.
"You can't use it, you can't use it." The middle-aged couple hurriedly returned all the broken silver and said anxiously, "How can you ask for the Taoist priest's money for a favor? The Taoist priest will take the money back quickly, take it back quickly, and I and my wife will be saved.
A heart of respect for the Tao."
"That's it." An Qingli raised his hand casually, looked into the air, and took back only one ingot of broken silver, and said with a smile, "The rest is the rent, don't refuse, you two."
The middle-aged couple looked at each other in embarrassment, but the son, the young detective, saw the old Taoist master's superb ability to retrieve objects from the air, and his expression suddenly changed, and he knelt on the ground with a "pop" sound.
"Taoist Master, save me!" the young catcher begged with eyes wide open.
People around him all turned their attention here.
It is really strange for a court agent in official uniform to kneel down to a poor Taoist priest wearing gray clothes and straw sandals.
I wonder what that Taoist priest is capable of?
"There are many people here, let's talk as we walk." An Qingli, who deliberately showed off his skills, took out a white whisk from his sleeve without any surprise. He held the whisk in his right hand and swept it gently. An invisible force held it.
The little catcher quickly got up.
The crowd took a breath, such a powerful and seasoned man, it is true that a person cannot be judged by his appearance.
The young detective became more and more convinced of his veteran skills and drove off in a ox cart. He first put his worried parents and little sister into the inn, and then took An Qingli to the newly purchased house.
The house is small, quiet and eerie.
The two of them just stood at the gate of the house and did not step in.
"There's something dirty in the house!"
The young catcher's voice was extremely low, but his tone was firm.
This house was originally a haunted house, and a family of nine was wiped out overnight.
The Yamen did not catch the murderer, but the house was empty.
The young catcher is about to buy a house, and like many people in Wuyang City, he is not afraid of those invisible and intangible ghosts and gods. What's more, he is still a member of the Yamen, and he has his own evil spirit, which can control those ghosts and monsters, so he spends all his money.
With a few years of salary, I bought this house at a low price.
But it was a haunted house after all, so the young detective followed the rules and invited a Taoist priest to perform rituals before moving in.
Unexpectedly, the first night he moved in, he had nightmares one after another, and he had the same nightmare for two consecutive nights. He even went to a famous Taoist temple outside the city and asked for talismans and water to exorcise ghosts, but it still didn't work.
He originally wrote a letter asking his parents not to come, but the letter traveled slowly. His parents only received a letter asking them to enter the city, but not a letter asking them not to leave their hometown for the time being.
My parents sold a lot of their belongings and came to live in a new house happily, but they were afraid that they would be disappointed in the end.
The young catcher's brows were hard to express, and the dark atmosphere in Yintang was even worse.
An Qingli used his consciousness and went inside the house. The house faced the sun, and the Feng Shui layout inside was good. It didn't seem like it would attract dirty things.
"When did the massacre happen?"
An Qingli asked aloud and drew a talisman randomly.
She didn't know how to draw any talismans to ward off ghosts, but she had seen many talismans. She drew a fake one, secretly held the golden tangyi leaf in her hand, and patted the little catcher on the back.
A faint golden light suddenly appeared behind the young catcher, and the gloomy black air was swept away in an instant.
So comfortable!
The little catcher suddenly felt refreshed and almost made a sound of joy. He had not felt so comfortable for a long time, as if he had just taken a medicinal soup that soothes menstruation and activates blood circulation.
Looking around in surprise, the little detective found that everything around him became vivid and bright.
"Thank you, Taoist priest, Taoist priest is really capable!" The little detective's previous gloom was swept away, and his whole person became more alive.
He was originally a lively little detective, but after being haunted by nightmares, he began to become gloomy, so gloomy that none of his colleagues dared to get too close to him.
As a result, he became more and more depressed. Just last night, when he was interrogating a theft criminal, he suddenly went crazy and almost beat the person to death.
If the cell leader hadn't ordered someone to stop him, he might have gotten into trouble.
Moreover, the yamen chief had warned him that if he could not control his violent temper again, he would be dismissed from his post.
After saving up to buy a haunted house and losing his job at the Yamen, the young detective became increasingly gloomy. It wasn't until he met An Qingli, a fake old man, that he suddenly saw his savior.
An Qingli waved his whisk indifferently and repeated the question just now: "When did the family extermination case happen?"
The young detective thought for a moment and said, "About fourteen days ago."
"Fourteen days ago?" An Qingli raised his eyebrows. That was probably when the fake An Qinghuan left Tianzi City. Could it be that the fake An Qinghuan did it?
It makes sense to get corpses from killing people and use the corpses and corpse energy to practice martial arts.
However, Xiao Jintan told her that the black aura on the policeman's body was not corpse aura or devilish aura, but a kind of resentment.
resentment?
Where did the resentment come from?
A person is subjected to inhuman torture before death, resulting in lingering resentment?
Will the resentment that refuses to dissipate invade the body of the little catcher again?
It seemed that something was wrong. There was no resentment gathering in the house, but the resentment in the little detective's body persisted and became more intense. It was only dissipated a moment ago.
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