You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

Su Chen watched Zhang Ming run away quickly, and exchanged glances with Zhao Dongsheng: "Let's go and take a look?"

"Let's go!"

When the two arrived at Old Sun's house, Zhao Dongsheng was questioning a skinny old man who was about fifty or sixty years old and sitting on a bamboo chair.

"They all said your son went south to work. How could you say no? They also said your son and daughter-in-law were dead?"

The old man's eyes dodged for a moment. "He, he didn't even send money back. Is he the same as if he were dead? And that woman, she abandoned the child and ran away. If she didn't die, who would die?"

Zhao Dongsheng was disappointed when he heard this.

Did he think he had found a clue?

Unexpectedly, the old man was too paranoid and insisted on cursing his son and daughter-in-law.

As for what? Isn't it just that he didn't send money back? He tells everyone he sees his son dead...

Suddenly, Zhao Dongsheng was stunned.

No, no, no!

He was just about to step forward to remind Zhang Ming when he heard Zhang Ming snort: "Really? Then what's your son's name? I'll check it for you and urge him to send the money for you."

The old man waved his hands quickly: "No, no, no, I can urge it myself."

"Do you know the phone number of your son's workplace?"

The old man was silent.

"Or do you know how to read? Can you write letters? Do you know your son's address?"

The old man swallowed his saliva, his eyes wandering: "Anyway, none of your business!"

Zhang Ming smiled and said, "Okay, I'll ask the village chief."

When he turned around and saw Su Chen and Zhao Dongsheng, he raised his eyebrows: "Why are you here together?"

Su Chen didn't say anything, but his hand slowly reached into the cloth bag and took out a small wooden man.

Just now, the little wooden man was jumping in the cloth bag, which shows that the soul sealed inside was very excited.

It is dark inside the cloth bag, and only sound can allow it to sense changes in the outside world.

He had reason to believe that it was the old man's voice that made it so.

This might be its relative, or it might be... an enemy.

After all, he noticed that the old man's breath was turbid, and his face seemed to be covered by a mask, making it difficult to see clearly.

It's a pity that the third eye is not open, otherwise, nothing can be hidden under the third eye. Not to mention being able to tell whether the evil spirit is male or female under the ghost aura, one can even see the face clearly.

Fortunately, even if you don’t have the third eye, there is still a compromise - asking the spirits.

Have to find a dark place.

So, when Zhang Ming rushed to the village committee nearby, Su Chen looked around and returned to the land temple.

This place is under the shade of the banyan tree and is not exposed to sunlight, which meets the requirements.

Zhao Dongsheng looked at Su Chen suspiciously as he took out the little wooden man. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but the little wooden man seemed to jump.

It was placed on the ground. Su Chen picked up a branch and placed it next to it. He began to make Taoist seals and soon spoke.

"Do you know the old man surnamed Sun?"

The branch suddenly stood up and made a tick.

"You are a male?"

The branches made a cross.

"Are you his relative?"

Hook, then cross.

Zhao Dongsheng subconsciously held his breath and dared not make a sound.

The master is so amazing that he can even communicate with ghosts.

Su Chen continued: "Were you killed by him?"

Cross, and tick again.

Zhao Dongsheng: “???”

No, is that just a random answer?

You actually fooled the master, be careful, the master will kill you!

Su Chen's expression remained normal.

"Can you write your own name?"

The branch was quiet for a while, and then it wrote three crooked words on the mud: Zhao Xiaoting.

Zhao Dongsheng read it aloud, and a voice rang in his ears: "Xiao Ting? Which Xiao Ting?"

He was startled and turned around to see that it was the old man who lived next to the land temple. He patted his chest and said, "Uncle, this is Zhao Xiaoting."

"Zhao Xiaoting?" The old man muttered, frowning as if reminiscing. Then he sighed, "Do you know Old Sun's daughter-in-law? Did she ask you to bring back the money?"

How can...

Zhao Dongsheng was about to retort when he suddenly stopped: "No, Master, that evil spirit is the daughter-in-law of the Sun family?"

The old man was surprised: "A fierce ghost?!"

He turned sideways and finally saw the little wooden man and a thin branch standing in front of Su Chen. He was stunned for a long time.

Su Chen was not affected: "Does your body know where it is?"

The branches made a cross.

Sighing, Su Chen continued to ask: "What about your birth date? Date of birth and so on."

The branch quickly wrote in the mud: June 1974, 6.

Zhao Dongsheng came back to his senses: "When was he born? This is what the horoscope requires."

The branches didn't move at all.

Looking at Su Chen again, he had already started to calculate. Soon his eyes darkened and he put away the little wooden man.

"Brother Zhao, call Captain Zhang."

"Oh oh oh, I'll go right away."

Seeing him running away, the old man hurriedly pulled Su Chen and asked, "Young man, you, what did you just do..."

"Oh, asking the spirit..." He paused and coughed lightly, "that is, asking the gods."

"Ask about rice," the old man nodded subconsciously, and then his body trembled, and the wrinkles on his old face trembled, "No, that, that's not what I'm asking..."

"Xiaoting, could it be..."

Su Chen nodded: "Yes, she is dead."

Someone not far away asked, "Lao Zhang, who died?"

"Xiaoting."

"Bullshit, my Xiao Ting is fine..."

"Xiaoting from Old Sun's family, Zhao Xiaoting."

The man who spoke ran over quickly.

"Really?"

Then his face was filled with realization: "I was wondering why a police officer suddenly came to our village. It turns out that Xiaoting is dead. I'm afraid she was murdered."

The old man swallowed hard and nodded: "Okay, it seems so."

"What a sin! Old Sun kept shouting that his daughter-in-law deserved to die, and this time she really died!"

Zhao Dongsheng dragged Zhang Ming over here by force. The latter was holding a small notebook in one hand and a pen in the other. When he saw Su Chen, his expression looked a little unwilling.

"Master..." Zhang Ming gritted his teeth but still couldn't pronounce the word "Master" and simply gave up. "What do you want from me?"

"There's a body, someone who was murdered."

Zhang Ming immediately perked up after hearing this: "Where is it?"

Su Chen didn't answer, but walked around the banyan tree and went behind the mountain.

"Was the deceased a man or a woman? How did you find out?" Zhang Ming started asking after taking only two steps.

Su Chen turned his head and glanced at Zhao Dongsheng, who laughed dryly: "Master, I didn't tell him."

He's a tight-lipped person.

Su Chen nodded with satisfaction, indicating that he could speak.

Only then did Zhao Dongsheng tell the result of his questioning of Ling just now.

"Nonsense!" Zhang Ming stopped and said, "You have no evidence..."

Suddenly he blinked.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, when did you say Zhao Xiaoting was born?"

"April 1974, 6."

Zhang Ming flipped through his notebook and looked at Zhao Xiaoting's date of birth. He was stunned for a moment before saying dryly, "Hey, Old Zhao, I had a bit of a brain twitch just now. Please don't be offended."

Zhao Dongsheng suppressed his laughter and said, "Alright, Captain Zhang, let's go."

There is a very deep cave behind Qingshan Village. Fortunately, Zhao Dongsheng was fully equipped and took out a flashlight. The three of them, as well as the old man and his neighbor who followed behind, walked in the cave for a long time and found Zhao Xiaoting's body in a corner.

The body's hands and feet were tied, and its face was black and shriveled, like a mummy.

The old man screamed and tried to escape in panic, but after running a few steps he dared not move.

He doesn't have a flashlight.

"Help, help, young man, take me out quickly!"