As Yi Ren disappeared, the scene was a little silent. The old monk held his arm and broke his mouth, his face was gloomy and dripped out of water. Yang Peng and Chen Xianshi behind him began to slowly react from the fright, looking around, as if he was confirming whether Yi Ren was really leaving.

Ding Feng's body was completely untouched, so he quickly got up and found that he was holding a pill in his palm. He intuition told him that it should be given to him by Yi Ren and that it should be for Wen Dong to eat it. Thinking that it is not suitable for staying here for a long time, he hurriedly walked towards Wen Dong.

At this time, Zeyi squatted in front of Wendong, looking very haggard, frowning, and almost cried, and was very worried about Wendong's current situation.

Ding Feng smiled at Zeyi and said hello, then picked up Wendong's head, stuffed the pills into Wendong's mouth, then got up and carried Wendong, picked up the small vase on the ground, and was about to leave.

"Stop, I still want to leave!" The first person to speak was Master Chen. Since the failure of the Soul Control Death Curse that day, he had been holding his breath. He knew that his so-called master could not help him vent his anger for no reason, so he told his master about spiritual soul. However, when the master was about to kill the other party, another big man came, and he couldn't even deal with his master. He kept holding his breath and had no place to vent. At this time, he saw that Yi Ren was really leaving and wanted to take the opportunity to vent his anger.

"Let them go" the old monk said lightly.

Ding Feng was stunned at first, thinking that he was not good enough and wanted to escape, but after hearing the old monk's words, he felt a little relieved.

"Master, you can't let them go. It will be difficult to catch them next time." Master Chen was a little depressed and felt uncomfortable with a breath of depression in his chest.

"I haven't seen his senior brother's deeds? I can't even fight. Besides, this kid is because of the inner demon attack, so his senior brother interferes. His senior brother said that he will not interfere with him next time if he deals with the boy next time." The old monk said in a lesson. He was a little puzzled at this moment, why did the big man say that he would not interfere with his junior brother next time? Is he having an entanglement with this junior brother? Today, it was just because this junior brother was plagued by the inner demon and refused to recognize him and died like this. If this is the case, it would be easy.

When Master Chen heard this, the same thought came to his mind. The big man must have looked down on this kid. He probably agreed to save him once. Now he has saved him, so he will not care about it next time. If this is the case, then he must make this kid survive but not die next time.

When Wen Dong woke up, he found that he was already in bed and his body was still a little weak, but he was much better. He no longer had the anger in his body, but his brain was a little swollen and painful. He looked at the surrounding environment and found that he was in his room where he lived, so he quickly struggled to get up.

He wanted to save Zei, but he still didn't see Zei before he fell into a coma.

"What are you doing? Lying down quickly?" Suddenly, a gentle voice cursed.

Wen Dong was slightly stunned, his breathing was rapid, and his body trembled a little. This sound made him dream. This sound was his Dragon's reverse scale. He thought Zeyi might have disappeared, but he didn't expect to hear this beautiful sound again.

Wen Dong turned his head and looked at Zeyi standing in front of the bed. She saw her face with a spring breeze and a smile gently caressing the world. It was still so beautiful. Wen Dong's heart trembled, and two lines of tiger tears fell. He wanted to hug Zeyi, but he couldn't hug her. When he was a child, he had tried it countless times, but he never succeeded.

This year, they cried and looked at each other, but couldn't hug each other.

"Cough cough..." Unfortunately, at this moment, Ding Feng coughed twice awkwardly, bringing the two people who were involved back to reality.

"You are not dead," Wen Dong looked at Ding Feng and said with a smile. To be honest, Wen Dong had completely accepted Ding Feng in his heart. The two of them had lived and died several times, and had a strong relationship with comrades.

"You are not dead, how could I die? I am lucky and life-threatening. If your senior brother hadn't appeared quickly, I would have killed the old bald donkey to the ground with my power," Ding Feng said with a proud look on his face.

"Senior Brother!?" Wen Dong remembered that before he fell into a coma, he did see the shadow in white, and it was obviously his senior brother.

"Yes, I tell you, your senior brother is so amazing..." Ding Feng was chattering at this time, just like a little girl talking to his friend about the star he was chasing, talking endlessly, telling Wen Dong everything after Wen Dong was unconscious.

"I want to deal with my junior brother later, I won't interfere," Wen Dong muttered. What does this sentence mean? Is the senior brother really so heartless? Is the senior brother related to the one on the old bald donkey? Wen Dong couldn't believe it, and confirmed it several times, and Ding Feng also explained it several times.

"I think your senior brother should be trying to train you," Ding Feng comforted. If you were an ordinary person, you would usually think so. Although you would not interfere, it would be impossible not to save him. When he was about to die, his senior brother appeared.

"My senior brother can exercise me, but every time he exercises me, he will be by my side and tell me if I did it right, it is impossible to blindly leave me behind for exercise." Wen Dong had thought about this problem, but before, when he was on the mountain, he would ask Wen Dong to make a decision every time he took him down the mountain to catch ghosts, so Wen Dong caused a lot of trouble, but his butt was wiped clean by his senior brother, and then he taught him that what was right and what was wrong, and he never left Wen Dong alone to exercise.

"Maybe he wants you to grow up faster." Ding Feng didn't give up. He had many conspiracy theories, but he didn't want to use them on Yiren, because Yiren is too powerful, and he felt that Yiren no longer needed conspiracy in anything he did.

Wen Dong didn't say anything anymore. He looked at Zeyi. Zeyi shook his head slightly. Obviously he didn't know. Wen Dong made a decision now. No matter what the senior brother thought, he was always my senior brother. If one day he was really in the opposite direction, I wouldn't show mercy. Although I knew I couldn't fight, I wanted my senior brother to know that the junior brother he taught was not cowardly.

Doodo

Suddenly, Ding Feng's cell phone rang. Ding Feng took out his cell phone, said a few words, and then hung up.

"Someone died in the nearby residential areas, and they were almost the same as those in the Forbidden City before," Ding Feng said in a deep voice, because Section Chief Wang also said on the phone that people might be sent down, and the people sent by the above could only be the monsters from the Dragon Group.

"Let's go and have a look." Wen Dong also heard it from the phone and knew what Ding Feng was thinking.

The two walked out of the residence. It was already around 7 o'clock in the morning. They got in the car and drove to the scene. Neither of them spoke in the car. Just when they were on the side of the road, Ding Feng asked if he would eat buns. He bought a few buns and they dealt with breakfast. The atmosphere seemed a bit dull.

"Don't worry, I must solve this matter, even if it's death." Wen Dong patted Ding Feng on the shoulder and said, in fact, he was a little confused at this time. He had lived on the mountain for more than 20 years. His only life goal was to follow his senior brother to subdue demons and eliminate demons, but now his senior brother is no longer there. He has no other life goal except to subdue demons and eliminate demons.

"Thank you" Ding Feng didn't read Wen Dong, but he was still very moved. The two simple words were very heavy, and he didn't regret making such a friend.

Not long after, the two arrived at the crime scene. Because they were afraid of panic, there were very few police officers at the scene, only two or three, and the bodies had not been moved. Ding Feng ordered to keep the first scene and wait until he went over to see it before he could clean the scene.

This is an old house in the corner of the alley. The two-story house is full of people. Most of them rent it. Some are migrant workers and some are drifting in Beijing. Because it is cheap, most of them get up and go to work, so there are not many people here.

Under the leadership of the police, Wendong and Ding Feng arrived at the second floor. At the door of a single room, there was an iron rack door outside, which was anti-theft, and a wooden door inside, which was very old and obviously had been used for many years. A policeman at the door was talking to an old man about 60 years old.

When I walked into the room, the facilities inside were relatively simple, a bed, an old-fashioned large cabinet, a TV, a writing table in front of the window was filled with some old newspapers and magazines, and an old-fashioned radio next to it. There was also half a bottle of unfinished white wine in the table next to the wall.

At this time, a man was lying on the bed, his face was pale, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was closed, and he looked straight into the ceiling. His death was indeed similar to the death of the deceased in the Forbidden City before, but the difference was that the corpse was a bit wrinkled, as if it was dehydrated, and there were patches, like corpse spots.

"The deceased is Jiang Bing, forty-two years old, from Hebei. He has been in Beijing for 20 years and grind tofu in a tofu workshop. A while ago, the tofu workshop went bankrupt, so he has never worked. The landlord said that he had not seen Jiang Bing go out these days and thought he was unemployed and couldn't think of it. So he came to quietly door the morning before yesterday. He heard Jiang Bing's voice inside, as if he was drunk. He came to knock on the door again yesterday, but he still got drunk. When he knocked on the door again today, he had no reaction. After the landlord looked for the key to open the door, he found that Jiang Bing was dead, so he quickly called the police," a policeman explained to Ding Feng.

"Thank you for your hard work, okay, you all go out first and send someone to take the landlord to the criminal department. I have something to ask, I will call you later, and you will arrange for the forensic doctor to perform the autopsy." Ding Feng nodded, signaled to understand the situation, and then sent several police officers away.

"I was indeed sorrow-killed, but I didn't die today. I've been dead for several days." Wen Dong saw that everyone had left, and stepped forward and pinched the dead's skin and said.

"The landlord called him before, why did he agree?" Ding Feng said curiously. Logically, if the soul was pulled away, the person must have died. It is impossible for this person to have his soul been pulled away a few days ago, and he would die a few days later. So what will support him in the past few days?

"It may be that the lonely ghost possessed his soul while it was being pulled away, so he supported it for so long, but the specific situation is not clear," Wen Dong said after walking around the bed for a week.

There was no quilt on the bed. Because the weather was too hot, there was no air conditioning in the room and only an electric fan, so there was only a straw mat. The deceased was wearing boxer underwear and lying on the bed in a large shape.

"Why do you come back tonight?" Ding Feng mentioned tentatively. Now the two of them are usually Wen Dong making the decision.

"That's it." Wendong nodded, without refuting, and was preparing to come to the crime scene again in the evening.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!