Zhang Xiaoluo took a breath, and the figure of the woman with a smell of Chinese medicine all over her body and a thick lesson plan in her hand appeared in her mind.

"Director...Director, is Director Yuan's family very poor in financial conditions?"

Zhang Xiaoluo finally asked a question that puzzled him. He vaguely felt that Zhi Fei should know Yuan Yincheng and Yuan Yincheng's family very well.

Zhi Fei stood up, opened the window behind him, and looked at the bustling crowd in the distance, with complex expressions in his eyes.

"Actually, speaking of it, I am also a student of Director Yuan. He was once a lecturer in obstetrics and gynecology teaching in my college years. Perhaps because of this, he is even more resentful about me sitting in this office!"

A bitter smile appeared on Zhi Fei's face and said softly.

Zhang Xiaoluo did not speak. He knew very well what the consequences would be if he interrupted the female tyrannosaurus at this time.

"Director Yuan's wife is Meng Jing, and she is also an associate professor at the Medical University. She teaches Chinese medicine. You should have met her yesterday! Teacher Meng is kind-hearted and sincere, and has always been loved by students. The couple has a daughter and a son. The daughter Yuan Xuan is studying in the United States. Her son Yuan Hang is still in junior high school and lives in school on weekdays. She only goes home on weekends! Director Yuan is a rigid and not good at socializing. He has no other investment except salary. Teacher Meng is a role model and has a clean and honest style. Their house is distributed by Medical University and belongs to the property of Medical University. Yuan Xuan's expenses abroad..."

Zhi Fei said, with a complicated look in his eyes. Perhaps his attitude towards Yuan Yincheng was indeed a bit harsh.

Zhang Xiaoluo finally understood why Meng Jing still taught continuously when her husband was seriously ill. He recalled Meng Jing's hurrying figure walking towards the medical university teaching building at that time, and was so helpless and unrestrained.

Zhang Xiaoluo just wants to curse to the sky now.

"Which turtle grandson invented the money!"

Meng Jing's body was found in the small bushes of the campus by students who were studying in the Medical University at around 6 a.m. She was said to be lying on the ground, naked, and the brown windbreaker she was wearing was folded neatly placed aside. Her underwear had been torn into pieces of cloth and scattered around the body in a mess. When she was discovered, her body was slightly stiff, with strange black spots all over her body, and her wide eyes were filled with fear and despair.

Within twenty meters around Meng Jing's body, no footprints were found except Meng Jing's own footprints. Apart from the dark spots of the size of a copper coin, there was no external trauma on her body. The specific cause of death also had to wait for the final anatomical report from the police. In order to avoid panic as much as possible, the case was temporarily classified as suicide.

Zhang Xiaoluo didn't believe in suicide! He knew that this was the other party humiliating Yuan Yincheng again. What kind of enemies can Yuan Yincheng be a veteran obstetrician and gynecologist who stayed in the hospital ward all day long? The other party would do such a disagreement!

People have their own paths, ghosts have their own paths, and yin and yang have their own rules. Although there are also cases of resentful ghosts seeking their lives, the so-called "there are injustices and the debts have their own masters" rarely involve innocent people. In addition to the pregnant woman and son of bed No. 18, the evil ghost who was obviously coming to Yuan Yincheng has killed three lives one after another!

The Yin-Yang Master walks between the Yin-Yang realms, and the Siyang realm is responsible for sucking ghosts and exorcising evil spirits. This evil ghost has broken the rules of the Yin-Yang master and regards the Xuanmen Yin-Yang lineage that has been passed down for thousands of years as if nothing is needed.

Zhang Xiaoluo was angry. He was like a wild cat with a tip of his tail. He began to move and quietly showed his sharp claws.

Zhang Xiaoluo came out of Zhi Fei's office, left his mobile phone number at the nurse's station, and left the hospital and returned to his own nest in Qingshi Lane.

He stayed in the black-painted wooden shop for a whole day, and finally, when the owner of the coffin shop opposite closed, he pushed the door and walked into the coffin shop.

"Fatty, I remember you still owe me a favor, it's time for you to pay it back!"

Zhang Xiaoluo's face was filled with a smile like coaxing the kindergarten children. He looked at Fatty Wei, who had almost covered the entire store door in half, and said.

As night falls, the affiliation of J City Affiliated Courtyard, which has been noisy for a day, finally got a moment of calmness like a new wife who has passed by for three days.

Zhang Xiaoluo stood outside the pharmacy opposite the hospital door, holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth, tilting his head to look at the brightly lit medical and technical building of the hospital opposite. A Coke plastic bottle on the roadside that someone threw at the roadside was stomped on his feet little by little, making a harsh "crackling" sound.

"Hey, Luozi, why do I feel that you are getting more and more courageous? You have to steal the body into the bureau! Those people in the bureau don't care whether you are Lao Zhang's apprentice!"

Behind Zhang Xiaoluo, a fat man who was bowing his head to deal with the fried chicken legs in his hand. While glanced at the hospital opposite, he whispered a few words in a vague manner, handed the mineral water in his other hand to his mouth, raised his head and took a big sip, the Adam's apple squirted for a while, swallowed the chicken in his mouth.

"Who told you to steal it? We just went to see it! Fatty Wei, have you remember what I said to you?"

Zhang Xiaoluo did not look back, and withdrew his gaze to the hospital, staring at the young and young women who were walking hurriedly on the road. The beautiful face of the female Tyrannosaurus actually appeared in her mind.

"That... Luozi, Lao Zhang has been away for some time, right? It should be coming back soon, why don't we wait for Lao Zhang to come back? I always feel unsure..."

Fatty Wei is called Wei Xun, who is a few years older than Zhang Xiaoluo. He has made a living by opening a coffin shop since his grandfather. However, with the rise of cremation in recent years, his coffin shop business has become worse and worse. By the time Wei Xun's generation, he was still unwilling to give up his ancestral life. However, while buying and selling coffins, he added small items such as underworld coins, wreaths, incense, candles, and yellow paper. Occasionally, he also bought some Xuanmen magic tools, so he would not have to worry about eating and drinking.

According to Taoist Xuanmen, people like Wei Xun are not from Xuanmen. People like them can only be considered marginal people at most, providing Onmyoji with some things such as talisman paper and cinnabar. The copper coin sword that Zhang Xiaoluo took out in the Broken Tail Building last time was obtained by Fatty Wei from somewhere.

Zhang Xiaoluo didn't say anything, looked back at Fatty Wei, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Don't! Luozi, I remember it all. After entering, you are responsible for suppressing the ghost spirits. I am responsible for finding souls from the corpse. Once successful, we two will immediately spit out!"

Wei Xun's grandfather has some connection with the old Zhangtou who raised Zhang Xiaoluo. Therefore, two guys of different ages have been like odor since childhood, and it is a friendship between "appropriate appointments to lick iron in winter".

Zhang Xiaoluo looked at Wei Xun's laughing big round face, nodded, turned around and walked forward along the street.

"Hey, Luozi, what are you doing? You are not going to stop..."
Chapter completed!