When Uncle Friend said this, his face was extremely solemn.
Judging from his appearance, he seems to be often concerned about Ah Jiu's affairs. After all, he is a rare colleague who lives in the same building, and he should be familiar with the smell of Ah Jiu's home.
Lin Feng knew he couldn't hide it, so he said truthfully: "Uncle Friend, to be honest with you, Mr. Qian and I just witnessed a murder case on the back stairs, and we happened to witness the perpetrator who was the Ah Jiu you mentioned. We will cooperate with the police later.
I went to his house, so I picked up these smells."
When Uncle Friends heard this, his frown deepened. He asked worriedly: "Who died?"
Qian Xiaohao was already interested in these strange things and quickly answered: "Uncle You, Uncle Dong who lives on the 24th floor was frightened by a kid and fell down, but he was treated in time by Mr. Lin.
Now sent to the hospital."
Uncle Friend's eyes drooped at this time, and he stared at the wooden chopsticks in the bamboo tube and began to think deeply. After a long time, he sighed: "It seems that Ah Jiu still can't get rid of his old habits and wants to do some crooked things."
After saying that, he looked at Lin Feng again and thanked him casually: "You are also a Taoist priest. You saved my neighbor this time. Thank you very much."
"That's right, Uncle Friend."
As he spoke, Lin Feng took a few bites of fried glutinous rice.
This glutinous rice stir-fried over high heat tastes soft, glutinous and delicious, and the frying is also salty and mild.
After eating, Uncle Friend handed over two cigarettes.
The three of them sat at the folding table, smoking and talking about Ah Jiu.
Uncle Friend was currently wearing a white vest and casual shorts, with a dark yellow nightgown with a checkered pattern on top and blue flip-flops on his feet. He looked quite chic.
He leaned back on the chair, took a puff of cigarette and said: "...You just came here and you don't know what Ah Jiu is like. He values life and money. In fact, I knew last year that he was raising a kid.
But for the sake of being my neighbor for many years, I turned a blind eye and passed by, but what he did this time really violated my bottom line!"
Judging from Uncle You's tone, it seems that he still doesn't understand Ah Jiu's ongoing conspiracy.
Lin Feng then introduced the topic in a subtle way: "Uncle Friend, to be honest, we Maoshan Taoist priests are all cultivators, and most of them have no good end. None of them are destined to suffer from five disadvantages and three deficiencies. I think this uncle Jiu is suffering from longevity deficiency.
Fate, his method of harvesting yin and replenishing yang is not a long-term solution. This time he murdered Uncle Dong, do you think he would want to borrow his life by refining a corpse?"
Uncle Friends nodded as he listened, and his eyes became cold and solemn: "It's possible what Fellow Taoist said. Some time ago, I saw that Ah Jiu's face was sallow, and he looked like he would not live long. Two years ago, I felt that his fate was over.
, it’s already great to be able to survive today..."
Speaking of this, Uncle You sighed deeply and murmured to himself: "Ah~ Ah Jiu, Ah Jiu, why do you torture yourself like this? You are not comfortable living with a sick body."
Qian Xiaohao felt the same, and he echoed: "To be honest, after talking to you two like this, I, a healthy person, can't compare to Uncle Jiu who has half his foot in the ground. I'm really ashamed."
Lin Feng smiled and patted his shoulder, encouraging: "Then you should cheer up. You still have half your life, enough for you to make a comeback!"
"Mr. Lin is right, then when are we going to catch Uncle Jiu?"
Lighting the ashes at the end of the cigarette, Uncle You suggested: "Given Ah Jiu's current condition, he basically smokes soot every day. We can use Yingling's ashes to make a trick to lure the snake out of its hole!"
Uncle Friend's approach coincides with what Lin Feng thought.
At ten o'clock at night, the garbage station on the west side of Tongzilou.
All the urns in Ah Jiu's home were put into black garbage bags by Lin Feng and the other three, and thrown at the door of the garbage station at night.
In order to attract the attention of Ah Jiu, who was hiding nearby, a hole was opened, and one of the urns rolled out, and the gray-white powder scattered on the floor.
On site, it was made to look like it was thrown away casually.
In fact, in every urn, there are many thunder talismans made by Lin Feng in advance.
After making the trap, the three of them returned to the window sill on the third floor of the Tongzi Building and took turns observing the status of the garbage station.
As time passed, Qian Xiaohao, who was in charge of guarding, was the first to doze off.
But suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a staggering black figure.
Qian Xiaohao became more energetic and continued to observe.
The figure at the corner of the building looked a little thin. He was hiding in the corner and looking around, as if searching for an ambush nearby.
Seeing this, Qian Xiaohao quickly woke up Lin Feng and Uncle You who were meditating, then pointed to the corner and described: "Look, that person may be Uncle Jiu."
Lin Feng also saw it, but he was not sure if the other party was a puppet for testing, so he quickly opened his eyes.
At a glance, that person was indeed Ah Jiu.
After confirming, the three of them went down the stairs, intending to surround Ah Jiu.
At this time, Ah Jiu was in unbearable pain because his life was about to end. As soon as he approached the Tongzi Tower, he sensed a smell unique to the ashes of an imp from the garbage station.
Although he was not sure whether the urns piled up in the garbage station were traps, he took the risk because his life was in danger if he didn't take a sip.
After entering the garbage station and seeing the jar of ashes, Ah Jiu's eyes flashed. Regardless of the danger, he grabbed a handful of the ashes and stuffed them into the folded yellow paper to make a simple cigarette.
After lighting it, Ah Jiu took several puffs.
He was leaning against the door frame of the garbage station, puffing out smoke, with an intoxicated and confused expression.
He also muttered to himself: "Fortunately, the spiritual energy has not dissipated, and I finally feel comfortable this time~"
After smoking the cigarette, Ah Jiu took advantage of the fact that no one was around, picked up the garbage bag and threw it on his back.
Then while looking around, it slowly disappeared into the night.
However, at this moment, Ah Jiu's whole body suddenly flashed with lightning.
The garbage bag he was holding on his back suddenly exploded, and a large amount of lightning burst out from it.
After several thunderclaps, Ah Jiu's body's Gang Qi was out of balance and her abdomen and back were injured. She couldn't help but yelled: "Damn it! It's a trap!"
Shouting, he dropped the burned garbage bag and ran away.
"Uncle Jiu, stop running!"
Lin Feng said, and fired a thunderbolt from his palm, blocking Ah Jiu's path.
Ah Jiu gritted her teeth and looked back, and saw Uncle Friends wearing flip-flops standing behind.
The attacks from front and back made Ah Jiu look embarrassed.
His realm is around the peak of refining qi and becoming a god.
There is still a chance against Lin Feng who is in the same situation, but if there is a late-stage Uncle Friend who has no real moves, it is almost certain that he will lose.
"Ajiu, I have been friends with you for so many years, but I didn't expect you to dare to harm the neighbors. I must have made a mistake!"
The anger in Uncle Friend's eyes that were hidden behind the lenses could not be suppressed.
Ah Jiu covered his blood-stained back and sneered at Uncle You: "Brother You, I have already said that we have different paths and do not conspire against each other. What I do does not harm you, so why should I catch you?"
Let it go?"
"Fart! Do you know that the founder of Maoshan said that corpse refining is an evil art, and you still use living people to refine corpses, which is adding evil to evil!"
Uncle You couldn't help but uttered a curse word.
Ah Jiu had nothing to say in reply.
He looked back and forth and saw Qian Xiaohao watching at the back door of the building.
If this continues, there is basically no chance of winning, and an expression of unwillingness appears on his face.
"Stop it, Uncle Jiu, you are all my people inside and outside, you can't escape tonight." Lin Feng advised coldly.
"Impossible, I must live!"
Ah Jiuyi gritted his teeth and quickly took out a covered porcelain bowl from his arms with his beaded right hand.
When he opened the lid, he poured the liquid in the bowl directly onto his head.
Countless stinking blood dripped down and hung on his face, intertwining with bifurcated lines, like the roots of an old tree.
As soon as he smelled the smell, Uncle Friend across from him was the first to notice something was wrong.
He shouted in surprise: "Are you crazy, Ah Jiu, you actually want to use yourself to lure out the twin ghosts?"