After Zhang Yuanwu showed Fang Shanshui his cut tongue, he started to cry. The tears in his eyes were like black stolen mud, with a foul smell.

"What a vicious method must be done by an extremely fierce evil ghost. It's really crazy!" Master Yizhi's face had been smiling and had completely pulled it down. His hand, which had a blue veins, squeezed the Buddhist beads in his hand with force. His whole body looked very serious, but he looked a little angry with Vajra.

Fang Shanshui did not comment, but just continued to ask the chapter Yuanwu: "Is your body nearby? Do you have any unfulfilled wishes and what you want to tell me? If you can't say it, write it out."

Hearing Fang Shanshui's words, Zhang Yuanwu nodded, his neck suddenly stretched, and his head with bloody orifices fell out of the black umbrella, slammed on the table, twisting it like a snake, then twisted his head and wrote on the table with the black blood in his mouth.

Master Yizhi immediately came over and wanted to see if Zhang Yuanwu would write information about Gu Mengwen.

Seeing the head under the umbrella suddenly stretched like a snake's head, Yuan Pei, holding the umbrella, shook his hand again, and once again tenaciously resisted the urge to throw the umbrella out. The police officers who were just startled took another step back and didn't want to lean over again if they beat him to death.

Most of the police have strong yang energy. If it weren't for the strong magnetic field around Fang Shanshui, which made the ghost appear, except for a few more inspiration who could see a hazy black shadow, others would probably not be able to see anything. Now they suddenly hit all evil, and their three views are really about to collapse.

Fang Shanshui was originally pressing the table with his hands, but seeing that Yuan Pei was suffering from suffering, he pulled out one hand and asked Yuan Pei to hand him the black umbrella.

Yuan Pei breathed a sigh of relief and was about to give the umbrella to Fang Shanshui, but unexpectedly, at this moment, the table suddenly shook.

The red rope placed next to the cinnabar circle by Fang Shanshui bounced for a moment in the vibration of the table, and suddenly it seemed like it came to life, jumping up "swoosh", hissing, connecting one by one, tied to Zhang Yuanwu's neck.

The photo of Zhang Yuanwu in the middle of the desktop was quickly covered with a layer of black rust.

In the photo, Zhang Yuanwu's face suddenly showed a terrifying expression of sinisterness. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and his eyes seemed to be looking at himself, who was struggling with a red rope, as if he was not him, nor was he him.

Zhang Yuanwu, who was writing on the table next to him, unexpectedly was suddenly strangled by the red rope.

Zhang Yuanwu was shocked, [Ah...] [Ah...] screamed. While struggling, Zhang Yuanwu met the eyes in the photo. It was obviously a photo of himself before his death, but Zhang Yuanwu looked at the photo with his eyes full of horror, as if he had seen a great enemy of life and death. The red rope on his neck also tightened rapidly, and it was strangled into the depths of three fingers, and it was about to break his neck.

"Not good!" Master Yizhi shouted, and hurriedly wanted to reach out and pulled the red rope tied to Zhang Yuanwu's neck away. However, as soon as his hand touched Zhang Yuanwu, Zhang Yuanwu seemed to be burned, and the red rope and neck became dark. Master Yizhi was afraid of any harm to Zhang Yuanwu, so he had to let go.

Fang Shanshui didn't expect to notice this change, so he immediately withdrew his hand holding the umbrella and slapped it hard on the table.

With a "bang", the vibration on the table suddenly stopped, and the photo on the head was trembling. The red rope that strangled Zhang Yuanwu's soul suddenly took off and fell on the table. Zhang Yuanwu was shocked and frightened, and his snake-like head and neck suddenly rolled under the table, and he wanted to hide behind Fang Shanshui from afar.

Hearing Master Yizhi's scream, the police who were hiding behind and unable to see the situation clearly, slowly stepped forward and looked forward in an unknown way. However, not long after he came up, he saw Zhang Yuanwu's dead head dragging his pale neck, almost two meters long under the umbrella, rolling all the way from the table to the back. The scalp of the people exploded, and they were trembling with fear. Two of them had bad psychological qualities and were already holding their colleagues and screaming.

Yuan Pei, who was holding the umbrella, almost grabbed the handle of the umbrella. He closed his eyes and kept reciting the tranquility scripture that Fang Shanshui had seen for himself, as if he did not exist.

The table was still jumping slightly, but when Fang Shanshui pressed her hands, she could no longer get up and make waves.

Under Fang Shanshui's suppression, Zhang Yuanwu's photo in the cinnabar circle on the table stood up again. The corners of his mouth were pulled down, his face was expressionless, and there was a thick darkness in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. The cold eyes that were as cold as a curse turned to Fang Shanshui.

Fang Shanshui was not afraid. After pressing the table, he suddenly stretched out his fingers, as if he had penetrated the photo, and it was stuck on Zhang Yuanwu's neck in the photo, as if he had really clamped a black shadow.

Fang Shanshui asked coldly: "Who are you? I only recruited Zhang Yuanwu. Why did you sneak into my house with him? Come uninvited. If you don't tell the truth, you don't think about leaving today!"

After talking, Fang Shanshui suddenly grabbed the black shadow's hand and pulled it out.

【告如一--】

Fang Shanshui's subordinate suddenly let out a strange scream like a broken sound, and the people in the room were tinnitus, covering their ears unbearably.

Perhaps because he knew that he had messed with the wrong person, the black shadow clamped by Fang Shanshui suddenly wanted to run away. He even turned Zhang Yuanwu's photo without even having his neck clamped by Fang Shanshui, facing Fang Shanshui with a blank back, and poured it backwards to cover the table.

At the same time, the umbrella in Yuanpei's hand also slid the support column with a "snap", the umbrella bones were covered and closed it himself.

The evil ghost who didn't know where to come ran away and did not forget Zhang Yuanwu's soul. He wanted to take him away. As soon as the umbrella was closed, the head and neck of Zhang Yuanwu's soul that had just stretched out from under the umbrella was like a spring ruler that was about to be retracted, quickly rolling under the umbrella. Zhang Yuanwu was so scared that his soul was dissipated. His neck, which was just two meters long, was instantly collected and left his head outside the umbrella clip. Fortunately, Zhang Yuanwu reacted quickly and bit the handle of the umbrella in time, so he did not get his head confiscated.

"Um..." Yuan Pei, who was still holding the umbrella handle, wanted to die. Zhang Yuanwu bit the handle's mouth and happened to bite his hand. Yuan Pei could feel the cold and sticky feeling, and quickly recited the Sutra of the Silence three times in a hurry.

Zhang Yuanwu's face was bleeding from seven orifices facing Fang Shanshui, and he was full of fear, asking for help, as if he wanted Fang Shanshui to find a way to save him quickly and not let him be pulled away by the evil spirit.

"Want to leave?" Fang Shanshui suddenly pointed, and a cluster of flames rushed to the ground, and immediately burned from under the photo.

The flame ignited the photo, as if through the burning photo, it also burned the black shadow attached to the portrait in the photo. The black shadow screamed in horror, his voice shrill, as if it was blocked by the flames and could not move forward or retreat.

The policemen who covered their ears in the room couldn't stand it anymore. The tinnitus just now exploded in their ears, and many people even felt disgusted. Seeing this, Master Yizhi was hurriedly reciting the scriptures to help the policemen who were shocked by ghosts.

While twisting the rosary, Master Yizhi used his hands to stroke the head of a person who was shocked by the ghost's screams. Every time he stroked one, the person would calm down slightly.

As for Yuan Pei, because he had eaten a lot of spiritual roots, his evil spirits of this level could not do anything to him at all.

Fang Shanshui took advantage of the burning of the photo and grabbed the black shadow's neck and pulled it out hard. Gradually, the black shadow exposed his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and a face vaguely appeared.

The face gradually condensed into a normal person's face. Fang Shanshui saw the black shadow's face, but suddenly became stunned and looked at Zhang Yuanwu's head who was biting Yuan Pei's hand.

Master Yizhi, who was standing by, found out that something was wrong, looked back and shouted: "How could it be!"

That's Zhang Yuanwu.

The black shadow evil ghost in Fang Shanshui's hand actually had a Zhang Yuanwu's face. It looked at Fang Shanshui and Zhang Yuanwu with vicious eyes.

Taking advantage of Fang Shanshui's moment of being stunned, the slippery black shadow suddenly emerged from Fang Shanshui's hands. Suddenly, regardless of the fire in the photo, he plunged into the figure that was about to be burned in the photo.

Just after it pounced into the photo, the burning photo cut out from the middle with a "tearing" sound, and it seemed to be torn apart by someone, and it was divided into two halves from the neck of the portrait.

After the photo split, Zhang Yuanwu's man floated forward like a part burning below his neck, falling onto the table, instantly turning into a piece of burnt ashes; half of the photo above his neck seemed to have vaporized, and a shaking disappeared into the air.

At this time, Zhang Yuanwu, who was biting Yuan Pei's finger and the umbrella handle, suddenly paused and his head fell off under the umbrella. This time, he did not fall to the ground with his two-meter-long neck. It seemed that something had bitten off his neck, and his head was covered with uneven interlaced teeth marks.

Master Yizhi said in surprise: "Fang Tanyue is not good!"

Fang Shanshui also knew it was too late, so he reached out to a little bit of the umbrella in Yuan Pei's hand, and the umbrella bone suddenly bounced open, but there was nothing under the umbrella.

Zhang Yuanwu's head rolled around the ground, and everyone who was close to the head suddenly screamed and jumped backwards. Xiao Li, who was jumping a little slower, tripped by his colleagues. When he turned around, he saw Zhang Yuanwu's head dying with his eyes closed and rolling to his stomach.

"Ah!!! Ah—!!"

Xiao Li opened his mouth and screamed, and quickly turned over and shook the head on his belly. He had just accidentally tripped his colleague, and saw this, he quickly turned around and pulled him apologetically. Xiao Li grabbed his colleague's hands, ran away with his hands and feet and ground.

It's strange that when Zhang Yuanwu's head touched the person's anger, it turned into ashes as soon as it hit the ground, it turned out to be ashes, just like the upper half of the paper that disappeared on the table, burned to death here.

Master Yizhi looked at the pile of ashes and had a headache: "What should I do now? That evil ghost is so fierce that it can hinder us so much, even merge with Zhang Yuanwu, making it impossible to see its true body."

Fang Shanshui didn't say anything, and his fingers raised the photos on the table to burn the remaining ashes.

Master Yizhi looked at the place where Zhang Yuanwu had just written. After the evil ghost hidden behind Zhang Yuanwu came out to make trouble, the words on the table were already covered in pieces, and now it seemed like a piece of charred.

Master Yizhi shook his head and said, "I don't know what the child wanted to say just now, I only have time to see the word "card"..."

"It should be the surname of a man." Fang Shanshui said, and he spread the flying ashes he picked up in his hand little by little on the already muddy ghost painting talisman. The flying ashes seemed to raindrops gradually washed away the part that had just been wiped off.

Fang Shanshui: "Zhang Yuanwu is telling us the name of the man who killed him. Zhang Yuanwu should know this ghost. They may have attracted an old friend in a game of soul-summoning.

On the desktop, a half words appeared as if they were written with gray and black water stains...

"Kafeng?" Officer Tao Taiqing, who had recovered from his energy, leaned over and looked at the table.

The police officers who had just been scared by the people who were rolling around were now confused with their three views. Seeing that the haunted incident seemed to have come to an end for the time being, it was difficult to continue to lose the outfit of the people's police. They quickly stood up and followed the bosses who led their teams like sleepwalking. Listening to the captain's calm questioning as if they were not scared at all, they couldn't help but sigh that it was not bad.

Fang Shanshui sprinkled the paper ashes in his hand and said with a frown: "It's not necessarily Feng. This word doesn't seem to be finished. If possible, I hope you can check the people Zhang Yuanwu knows, maybe his classmates, maybe his friends or neighbors, someone with a similar name to this name, who has died tragically, and whether he has had any contact with Zhang Yuanwu's family..."

After getting this clue, Tao Taiqing immediately thanked: "Thank you, Master, I will start the investigation as soon as possible. This surname is not common, and there should be results soon."

The other policemen did not object anymore. They looked at Fang Shanshui with their eyes. Some were still scared and admired, some seemed to be sleepwalking, and some seemed to be looking for some 3D projectors around, wanting to see if this is an emerging black fraud technology.

When Tao Taiqing was speaking, Fang Shanshui pressed his hand on the two words written by Zhang Yuanwu in blood, and some pictures slowly flashed through his mind.

Fang Shanshui frowned and said, "No hurry, I think I already know where Zhang Yuanwu's body is."

Tao Taiqing was shocked: "Master, do you know? Where is it?"

The other policemen were also in an uproar and stared at Fang Shanshui who was frowning. However, at this time, Fang Shanshui suddenly closed his eyes and stopped talking.

The police looked at Fang Shanshui for a while and were a little anxious. Fang Shanshui suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils turned golden, which was completely different from ordinary people.

The policemen seemed to have changed their personalities in the blink of an eye, and their hearts were incredible and they couldn't help but even their breathing became quiet.

Fang Shanshui waved and asked Tao Taiqing to come to him. Tao Taiqing was stunned and walked to Fang Shanshui.

At this time, he found that Fang Shanshui put his hand on his head. It was unknown why Tao Taiqing met Fang Shanshui's golden pupils, and suddenly found that the reflection in Fang Shanshui's eyes was not him, but Zhang Yuanwu...

Tao Taiqing suddenly became confused, and for a moment, he seemed to be trapped in a vortex.

...

Zhang Yuanwu was very scared. He knew that something was following him. If that thing killed him, Song Xuezhen and the other two, he would not let him go.

He wanted to hurry to Qingyue Temple, and he wanted to find the master of Qingyue Temple to save him.

Zhang Yuanwu didn't know what that thing was. He didn't understand that he just played a ghost-catching game. They obviously did everything according to the regulations and did not violate any taboos, but in the end they could not send the ghost away.

Come quickly, come quickly.

Zhang Yuanwu kept shaking in the taxi, staring at the navigation on his phone, and constantly looking behind him, always afraid that something would follow.

Seeing that the navigation showed that it was getting closer and closer to the Shanshui Manor, the big stone in Zhang Yuanwu's heart gradually lightened.

The driver drove the car and glanced at Zhang Yuanwu: "Little classmate, why are you doing at Shanshui Manor? You sound like you are a foreigner and are not old. Come here to find someone?"

Zhang Yuanwu was not in the mood to chat and said impatiently: "Brother Driver, I'm in a hurry, please hurry up."

"Oh, I understand, you are all rushing to reincarnate in this car, and you are both anxious."

Zhang Yuanwu, who was about to look back, suddenly felt a sudden slap in his heart when he heard this, and suddenly looked at the driver in front of him: "What did you say just now? What kind of car? What kind of reincarnation?"

"It's a car. I have five of them in this car, which is a bit crowded. Except for you two outsiders, the rest are all from our locals."

Zhang Yuanwu slowly looked at the rearview mirror in front of the driver, and suddenly found that the driver's face could not be seen in the rearview mirror, as if it was a piece of paper. Zhang Yuanwu shouted in horror: "Stop! I want to get off! I want to get off!"

"Can't get off."

The driver turned around and his face without facial features seemed to be smiling at Zhang Yuanwu.

Zhang Yuanwu widened his eyes and looked in horror as a big truck came towards him. The big truck hit him straight, and Zhang Yuanwu screamed.
To be continued...