I was frightened by the face in front of me, my scalp tightened, and my instinctive backhand stabbed the bamboo knife that had been placing on the palm of my hand towards the face.

"ah……"

The owner of the face let out a scream and fell to the ground along with the stool.

I calmed down and looked at it again, and I was scared for a while.

There is no dead face, it is clearly Zhu Anbin who fell down.

Even if he was entangled by evil spirits, I wouldn't be able to get rid of the relationship if I was going to poke it on his face just now.

Zhu Anbin was not stupid. Seeing my face changing color, he got up in panic and stood away carefully and asked me carefully:

"Master, have you seen something?"

I sat back on the rattan chair and said without hesitation:

"You go find someone else, I can't help you."

"Don't, Master, please save me. I'll give you money. No matter how much you want, I'll give it to you." Zhu Anbin said anxiously, trying to step forward, but looked at the bamboo knife in my hand but didn't dare.

"You haven't answered my question yet, where did the corpse oil come from?" I looked at him coldly.

Duan Chengfeng once said that more than those people died because of the corpse oil. That time, when she was in KTV, she seemed to confirm this through her conversation with Zhu Anbin.

There were others who died of corpses, but the apparent evidence of those deaths did not constitute murder and were covered up by the people who were calm.

"yes……"

Zhu Anbin hesitated for a moment and finally spoke, but after saying "Yes", he closed his mouth again, and his eyes even more extreme fear appeared.

He seemed to be struggling to say it out loud. After a while, he shook his head hard, almost crying:

"I can't say anything, I'll die if I say it."

I looked at the position where he was standing and suddenly remembered Li Qingyuan.

The Goryeo Kanzi, who also wanted to use corpse oil to achieve his goal, stood there that night...

He seemed to have told the source of the corpse oil, but his voice was too low at the time, and I could not hear clearly what he was saying.

After saying that, his ghost was bleeding from seven orifices, and eventually his soul disappeared.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but burst into a cold sweat.

The "Blood Gourd" that appeared that night said that the reason why Li Qingyuan was so heartbroken was probably because he had some kind of contract with the sect master.

If Zhu Anbin, like him, had a life-and-death contract with the savior who provided corpse oil, then would he say the source of the corpse oil at this time and would he die and die like Li Qingyuan?

Zhu Anbin is a living person. If I really die in the shop because of this, I will just throw yellow mud into my crotch. It’s either shit or shit…

Looking at Zhu Anbin's panic look, I suddenly remembered Lin Tong.

After seeing Professor Lin in the hospital that day, I asked her if she had found out who used the art of defecating her. Her reaction was very strange.

Now I seem to understand why she has that reaction.

The person who wants to harm her must have some intentions and has a relationship of interest with her.

Her man Zhu Feipeng is Zhu Anbin's old man, and the relationship between them can be said to be in the same state as water and fire.

Zhu Anbin seemed to be the first person to get corpse oil and spread it and use it. He may have a closer connection with the sect master.

In this way, who was the one who lowered Lin Tong's head was about to come out.

Lin Tong is not a fool, she should have guessed the truth, but when facing her husband's son, she cannot react excessively, and can even take it as nothing...

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that the man in front of me was disgusting, and I drove him away even less.

Zhu Anbin first made a lot of money, then begged hard, but finally saw that I was determined to leave, so he had to leave sadly.

I admit that I was a little soft-hearted when he begged in tears.

Putting aside the others, it is a life that will be a human being.

But I really can't fully understand what happened to him. There is no need to spend time on such a despicable rich family because of this New Year.

After Zhu Anbin left, I stared at the Baiguitu for a while and vaguely captured some clues.

He said he would see a ghost when he fell asleep, and said he hadn't slept these days, so it should be that whenever he fell asleep, his soul would exist in another way.

Those who have contact with his soul are naturally what he calls a ghost.

Those ghosts are all kinds of trouble. Mom, I don’t look like Lao He, so I don’t want their benefits to help them save them.

These guys are so good that they have caused me some trouble.

Otherwise, ghosts and humans are just as good as others, and they are all more arrogant and arrogant.

A week passed in a blink of an eye, and I went to the hospital for a visit to Lao He twice.

The old man no longer needs to intubate the tube, but he never came and could only rely on injecting nutrient solution to maintain vital signs.

Every time I go to see him, I can't help but feel fear.

If Xu Jie had no relatives with him, the old man would be alone. After getting to this point, it would be a very miserable evening.

I am also a lonely person. If Xu Jie is really just a passerby in my life, when I get old, will I be like Lao He, be helpless and lonely to live my life...

Back Street, No. 31.

There were snowflakes floating outside, and Dou Dabao and I ordered a mutton slice in the back room to make a side stove.

Dou Dabao sniffed a sip of rice wine, grabbed a large mutton and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely while chewing:

"I called the little landlady in the morning, but her phone still didn't turn on. I really don't know what she was doing. Lao He did it like that, but she disappeared. The disaster, have you two quarreled before?"

I shook my head and drank a sip of warm rice wine. My face felt hot and my eyes were a little sore.

After a long time, I shook my head vigorously, "No, I have to find a way to find her."

"What's wrong with you two? Why do I think there is something wrong here?" Dou Dabao looked at me in confusion.

I said, "Have you seen the secret passage in the kitchen?"

"I've seen it. Pan Pan told me about what happened that night, but that was too mysterious. I went down to see it, it was a cellar. How could a temple appear for no reason?"

I took my bag from the side and took out the mud doll that I had never left.

Dou Dabao took it over and looked carefully, staring at me with a big eyes, "Is this really taken out of the temple?"

I nodded.

"How come your mud statue is in the temple?"

"It's not only me, but Zhao Qi's are here, but Di Jinlian is also there."

"Why is this happening? I told my master about this, and she couldn't tell me why."

"I saw the red shore flower in the temple. At that time, I remembered a person, a girl I met when I was a child."

I drank the wine from the bowl in one breath, looked at the snowflakes floating outside the window and said, "That time I thought I would die, and I said to the girl, 'I haven't married yet'."

Dou Dabao scratched his head, "Is these two things related?"

I turned around and looked at him: "The mud dolls in the temple are all paired with red threads on their feet. I am the only one who is mine, and the red thread is broken."

"Then what?"

"Look at Xu Jie's WeChat."

Dou Dabao took out his cell phone and looked at it, looking even more confused, "I didn't pay attention to it before, the clay doll in her avatar..."

"Xu Jie...Xu Jie may be the girl I met back then. She... She may not be called Xu Jie."

"If you don't call me Xu Jie, then what's her name?"

"Mao Xiaoyu..."

I finally couldn't control my suppressed emotions these days and slowly told Dou Dabao about Mao Xiaoyu.

After hearing this, Dou Dabao widened his eyes, "You mean... the little landlady is not a human? She may be the body in the iron coffin that you and Liu Xiaozi took out from the river? Mao Xiaoyu... Mao Xiaoyu is dead, she is here to find you... to be your wife?"

I didn't say a word, staring blankly at the flames coming out of the charcoal furnace, and after expressing all this suspicion, I felt as if I had just died and had no strength left on my body.

Dou Dabao poured me half a bowl of rice wine, picked up the bowl and touched me, but put down the bowl and said:

"According to this, the mud doll in the temple seems to represent the marriage between the living and the dead. Your mud doll should have been tied to another mud doll before, and that should be Mao Xiaoyu... the little landlady. But why did the red line break?"

I stood up, gritted my teeth and said:

"Only this matter, I can ignore the truth, no matter whether she is Mao Xiaoyu or Xu Jie, no matter whether she is a living person or a zombie, I will find her and find her at all costs."

Dou Dabao nodded, "I'll look for it with you. I remember that Lao He seems to be from Hunan, but we don't have the address of his hometown, what should we do?"

I picked up the phone silently, opened the address book without hesitation, and found someone's number. Just as I was about to dial, someone called.

The person who called was actually the person I wanted to find... Duan Chengfeng.

I quickly answered the phone, "Hey, Brother Duan, I'm just about to find you..."

Before I could finish speaking, a cold voice came from the receiver: "What are you looking for him?"

I was stunned: "Duan Simao?"
To be continued...