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The sound of mopping the floor didn't last long, and was suddenly replaced by a "plop", followed by the sound of swimming in my ears.

Yu Yiqin didn't pay attention to the name of a river outside Sansiao Street of the funeral shop, but he felt that he should be in that river.

This monster kept his heart alive. The neck glue clearly wrapped Yu Yiqin tightly, but it was not waterproof, and the city river water with a rotten smell quickly seeped in, covering Yu Yiqin's face.

The river water poured into his nose, choking him so that he coughed, Yu Yiqin struggled a bit, the rubber wrapping him tightened immediately, and the voice of the noodle jerk rang in his ears.

"Handsome guy, I sincerely advise you not to move around, be careful that if I get scared, I will directly strangle you to pieces."

It sounded like she didn't intend to kill him for the time being, otherwise she could have done it in the yard at that time, and she didn't have to take so much trouble to bring him to dive.

Yu Yiqin stopped immediately, and stiffened into one piece.

Feeling his cooperation and tension, the monster urged the rubber to pat the top of his head twice, and smiled happily: "That's good."

If it was Gu Chunxiao who was photographed, her bird feathers would stand on end with aversion to the cold, because when she is happy she is an 18-year-old young girl, and when she is unhappy she is a 666-year-old raptor ancestor.

But maybe it's because of the lack of half of the soul body, Yu Yiqin is not as emotional as her, he didn't think this sentence was so ugly, and he forgot it immediately after hearing it.

The water kept pouring into his facial features, and Yu Yiqin almost coughed out his breath. He held back his discomfort, but his breath was still disordered and he said, "Where do you want to take me?"

Out of the darkness he couldn't see, the monster sat on a fish in the water. The fish was half a meter long and completely black, and it was struggling to stroke its fins and shake its tail.

With its help, the neckless "Gu Chunxiao" is very leisurely. The water is turbid and green, and she doesn't dislike it. With her left hand spread out by her side, she cut against the rushing water and said, "I'll take you to my house as a guest."

If the vulture is at her house, then Yu Yiqin is willing to go, he said: "Where is your house?"

"Don't worry, you'll know when it arrives."

As soon as the words fell, "Gu Chunxiao" suddenly raised his hand to make a knife, and slashed at the back of his neck with all his strength.

Yu Yiqin let out a muffled snort, tilted his head under the force of the attack, and fainted.

At the same time, the black fish made a jumping movement underwater, carrying the woman headlong into the mud.

The bottom of the river is full of dirt and dirt, and the mud looks like a black patch at first, but the moment the fish head touched the mud, the mud on the mud suddenly turned outward, forming a circle of aquatic plants with stems and leaves.

There is a flower bud on the top of each water plant, they bloom in the blink of an eye, and the flowers that bloom are swaying black fires, the fire does not rise, and they are connected horizontally, forming a black passageway downwards.

When the black fish touched the passage, it collapsed into a black mist. The woman jumped straight in and disappeared under the black mist. Yu Yiqin was pulled by the thread and fell into it.

When he woke up again, his eyes were still pitch black, and he couldn't tell whether it was day or night.

Someone was talking next to him, it was a little far away, and the voice was very low. Yu Yiqin concentrated on adapting to it for a few seconds before he even heard a little guesswork.

"...something is wrong with the person, for some reason...he...can't remove the memory." The man who spoke was a male voice with a low voice, and it sounded like he was getting old.

"It's really troublesome! I've killed them a long time ago, and nothing will happen now... How can I explain to the higher-ups when it's like this?"

The female voice who answered the conversation was more familiar. It was the female monster who had pretended to be a vulture before.

"Xiao Gu, you think things too simply... Killing Chacha is the most troublesome thing. People take life very seriously, and if we don't clean up the traces, we will be in big trouble." The old man said.

"Heh!" The woman sneered, "So I didn't kill him this time, and brought him back to you. We have no brains, but the brains are not good, you old man is rough, what should we do next? You contribute your brains and I will contribute your strength." Bar."

The old man ignored her sarcasm, and said after a few seconds of silence: "Let me think about it, you are tired after a busy night, go and rest first."

The female voice didn't answer any more, Yu Yiqin heard a rhythmic "duk-duk" sound approaching him, he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be in a coma.

Soon the beeping died down, and the old voice recited a series of unfamiliar mantras in a low voice. Yu Yiqin felt a little itchy in his ears as he listened, as if something had penetrated into it.

There are many things that can be drilled into people's ears, but when he thinks about it day by day, the first thing he thinks of is the insect formation in the Meibanli construction site.

Du Hanzhang said they were hallucinogenic, and the mantra-chanter just said stripping, and the stripping was still memory.

So this old man is also using the 33-day worm?Does stripping mean taking it off and putting it back on?If so, what exactly are they trying to strip?

And Gu Chunxiao, couldn't she have been stripped too?

With this idea, Yu Yiqin finally couldn't lie down, it would be a bad thing, because the inheritance of the common life bird is memory, and the inheritance and the life of the vulture are tied together.

If they wanted to touch Gu Chunxiao's memory, it was tantamount to killing her.

In terms of not being affected by hallucinations, the vulture and that Lu Tao are on the same page, except for brain damage and dementia, their memories cannot be changed.

Thinking of this, Yu Yiqin's mind suddenly buzzed, and the buzzing made him a little dizzy, so he suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a skinny old face standing on his left looking down at him, comparable to the bark of a hundred-year-old tree.

The eyes on the old face were dull, but the eyesight was unexpectedly sharp, and he stared at him instantly, and said in surprise: "You..."

Yu Yiqin glanced at his upper body, and saw that he looked like a very old man in Hanfu, with his hair tied up and wearing a long robe, with both hands folded in front of his chest, and a fly whisk in his left arm. He was old, but his body was ancient meaning strong.

The old man was stunned for a short moment when he saw him wake up suddenly, and quickly restrained his surprise. He jumped back, and unexpectedly he was getting stronger and stronger, and he jumped out of the door three meters away in one step.

"Yeah," the old man sneered, shaking his whisk, "it's another one not controlled by hallucinations."

The female monster was not there, and the neck line binding Yu Yiqin had been replaced with strong shark tendons. He was too lazy to exert any effort, and turned into a pile of ashes, and rushed out of the door.

Shark tendons are fresh tendons that are peeled alive, and processed by secret techniques, so that they can loosen or tighten like tarsal bones. Monsters and ghosts who are less than a thousand years old can't get rid of them.

The old man felt that his soul was weird, so he instinctively moved away from him, but he didn't think he could break free from the shark's tendon, so seeing the deformed tendon and falling to the ground, at first he thought it was Yu Yiqin's use blindfold.

There was already dust in the air, and Yu Yiqin's soul form was hidden in it, making it impossible to distinguish at first glance.

When the old man realized that there might really be no one in the rope, the flowing ash had already approached him. He felt a chill at first, and then waved the dust whisk in front of him.

The dust whisk was drawn vigorously into the air, and the strong wind brought it completely swept away the ashes.

The old man was overjoyed when he saw this, thinking that he had at least intercepted and killed the other party. He was about to retreat and regain a safe distance, but suddenly he heard his girlfriend's anxious cry.

"Elder, back!"

Before the old man could react, he felt something hit his back. At the same time, a snake-shaped dagger quietly grew out of the air around his neck.

"Which one is out of control?" Yu Yiqin was behind him, clasped his shoulder with his right hand and turned around, facing the woman who tied him up, said, "Can you take me to see it?"

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At 8:40 in the morning, the sun and rain began to fall in the city.

In the parking lot of the Third City Hospital, Huang Xing looked at the clay sculpture in his hand, and said knowledgeably: "Is this a mountain ghost? The sculpture is quite thin."

It is not an exaggeration to praise it for showing every detail.

Strictly speaking, it used metaphysics to cheat and turn out of the wind, but this is not important, Du Hanzhang gave a "hmm" and reversed the car.

Huang Xing threw down the clay sculpture, put it in his pocket, and bent over to look in from the outside: "I'm counting on you for that totem, I'll wait for your news."

The office will definitely find experts to investigate. When Du Hanzhang left, there was no pressure, and he just said: "I will try my best."

But after the car got on the road, he didn't go to work in the company to earn money, and went home directly.

He needs information to check the pattern, and the information is basically at home.

Wenxinyuan is a bungalow villa area. Du Hanzhang bought the house early, and it was very cheap at that time, which does not mean that he is a rich man.There are three floors in his house, and the upper two floors are study rooms. Standing at the door and looking in, one can think it is a small library, but it is not open to outsiders.

Du Hanzhang went upstairs to pick up a glass of water, and then answered a call from Yang Li, asking him if he didn't come, it's fine, why Lu Tao also started to be late and leave early, Du Hanzhang held up his mobile phone, and didn't know what to say, there is no such thing in the world Lu Tao is this person.

Parting from life and death is sometimes so sudden that people don't feel sad, but they are completely shrouded in the cruelty of fate.

Du Hanzhang printed out the photos of the "Mountain Ghost" paper money, put them on the table, and then went to the bookshelf area, and walked and picked them up. After a while, he reported a large stack, and then he sat in a chair and didn't get up for a whole day.

The light rain and the sunshine outside competed for each other, and the cloudy and sunny times switched several times. In the evening, the sunset glow in the sky was so gorgeous that it reflected a layer of red light in the house.

Du Hanzhang searched for a day, and finally found a line of close description among the hundreds of vertical manuscripts he had opened. Then he picked up his mobile phone and dialed Huang Xing, regardless of whether he was off work or not.

"Do you have a clue?" As soon as Huang Xing picked it up, before he could say anything, he asked eagerly.

"There is a little bit," Du Hanzhang said in the book, "this pattern may not be a character, nor a totem, but a seal of a spell, called Nightmare Town."

Huang Xing had no idea, he completely misunderstood: "Ah? Eye disease? What eye disease?"

Du Hanzhang corrected: "It's not eye disease, it's the nightmare of the nightmare, the suppression of the suppression."

"Recorded in "Shenzhou Zhiguai Narratives", in the middle of page 97, the content is Nightmare Town, the art of the land, hate ghosts and evil monsters, with this art, the art is transformed into ghosts and ghosts, and the characters are like silk."

"You look at the Mingqian against the light to see if there are silk patterns on it. If there are, it's almost the same. This is it."

"Wait a minute, I'll take a look," Huang Xing said, yelling at the people outside the microphone, and then came back after ordering others, "Does the art of land have anything to do with the demons? But this logic says No way."

"Whoever from the demon clan wants to suppress the mountain ghost, my brother will be unlucky with him. What's the reason for this?"

Du Hanzhang held up the printed picture and turned to face the setting sun. The faint light penetrated the back of the paper, and he could see that there were countless criss-crossing silk lines clearly hidden in the seemingly black ink.

"If you can't figure it out, try turning the logic around," he said, "Suppose for some reason, the demons are going to kill Lu Tao, and the mountain ghost is the unlucky one?"

Lu Tao is just a small ass, and his brother couldn't figure out this logic even more. After being stunned for two seconds, Lu Xing said, "Okay, I'll also think about this direction, I'll hang up... Oh right, I have something to remind you." You, are you familiar with that Yu Yiqin?"

Du Hanzhang didn't know why he would ask such an inexplicable question: "I just met once, what's the matter?"

"Have you only met once? Yanzi said that you seem to have known others for a long time. It's best if you don't know each other well. This person seems suspicious at the moment."

"The paper money on Lu Tao's neck is the same as the one sold in his store, and the essence of plants and trees are all consistent. He is the closest person to the scene of the crime in time, and we came to look for him today, but he disappeared."