Who is that man? It's Wen Yusheng.

I really slapped my eyes and didn't see the true face of this boy. Pang Furong didn't expect that Wen Yusheng actually understood Taoism. Because he didn't understand this profession, he would not dare to get close to the corpse, and he would not be able to seal his soul into the corpse again. There was no trace of the corpse on the surface, not even Zhang Fu. What he wanted was a profound Taoism. It was difficult for us, the descendants of the ghost story of our Xi family and Zhu Youke in Xiangxi to do it.

The content they discussed in the yard made people even more angry. Wen Yusheng's family and Pang Furong's family were just a wall. He lay on the wall and secretly heard all the quarrel between mother and daughter, knowing that Xiaolei had died of her mother. He was also afraid that Xiaolei would tell Pang Furong about her seducing Shuzhen, so he made an agreement with Xiaolei that he would not tell Xiaolei that Xiaolei would die of her mother, nor would she not tell anyone about him and Shuzhen's JQ.

Shen Bing and Qu Mo looked at me. They didn't believe this girl now. I nodded, thinking that what she said was true. Wen Yusheng came to Pang Furong's house yesterday morning, and he might have seen Pang Furong come back with Xiaolei in his arms to test the truth. Although Pang Furong blocked him outside the door, he could actually see the rope tied in the air from any angle outside. He was not suspicious at all. Now it was unreasonable.

This man has a good acting skills and actually made up a lie about hiring him to bury his body for 200 yuan, which really deceived us. Thinking of this, I suddenly turned to look at Pang Furong and asked, "Does Wen Yusheng know An Daiyun too?"

"I understand that the two villages in Qiaonan and Qiaobei are only separated by a river, but in fact they are no different from the same village. What are you doing when you ask about this?" Pang Furong replied.

I saw that he said nothing, and I was thinking in my heart that the person who asked An Daiyun for help might be Wen Yusheng. Otherwise, how could he make up a lie that he had encountered a young man? But Zhang Xiaochuan could not rule out the suspicion, and he felt that this kid was quite sloppy.

Originally, the case was when the truth was revealed, but the more I thought about it, the more I became blurred. It seemed that Xiaolei was overly emotional when she killed An Daiyun, but there was a vague necessity. When we arrived in Nanqiao Village overnight, something shocked and terrified happened. So, the other party had already arranged to wait for us.

This is by no means accidental!

I looked at Pang Furong again, thinking that I have lost trust in anyone now, and Pang Furong is not saying that there is nothing suspicious about it. But he has always shown no loopholes, which makes me feel particularly distressed. Forget it, I still don’t think about it anymore. By the time tonight, the truth may be revealed and everything will be clear.

Pang Furong sat by the pit, staring blankly at the bed sheet. Zhang Xiaochuan hid far away under a big tree. Xiaolei was like a wounded little beast, huddled in front of the stone, staring at us vigilantly.

I had no time to pay attention to her anymore, so I greeted Shen Bing and Qu Mo and walked to the ruins of the wooden house. I told them all my guesses. Now that I had seen noon, I had to think about how to deal with this trouble tonight. Shen Bing took out the biscuits and ham from his bag and distributed them to me and Qu Mo. The three of them barely filled their stomachs.

While sitting cross-legged on the ground and meditating on how to crack the little black chicken essence, Pang Furong ran over to me and told me that he remembered that ten years ago, Wen Yusheng had been out for two years and heard that he had worked as a security guard in some Longlou Town. He often left the village in the middle of the night. Sometimes when he came back in the middle of the night, he met this boy sneaking out several times. He thought he had fallen in love with the girl from Qiaobei Village and went to fool around in the middle of the night. Now he thinks it is strange.

When we heard about Longlou Town, we understood everything. It sounds nice to be a security guard there. I guess I was a younger brother in the Longlou organization. Maybe I learned evil skills from Zhang Yunfeng and then came back to develop power. This may not be lacking, because there is a small black chicken spirit in this mountain, which may be very useful to Zhang Yunfeng.

So, this is what Zhang Yunfeng did behind his back. How could it be so difficult to destroy the second uncle? It’s really wildfire that cannot be burned out, and the spring breeze will make you live again. With him living in the world for one day, my buddy can’t live for a day. Then tonight, there will be a black wooden plate to help, and I really have one hundred and twenty spirits.

After thinking for a long time, I suddenly remembered that my father once mentioned a chicken demon. Grandpa encountered this kind of thing back then. It seemed that it was a "famous mountain yellow demon". After several days of work, it was almost killed by the chicken demon. Grandpa later figured out how to deal with the chicken demon and used a weasel!

The weasel is the natural enemy of the chicken. Even if it becomes a fairy, it cannot change the weakness of this natural enemy nemesis. But in a blink of an eye, how could there be a natural enemy where the little black chicken spirit lives? But if you can't get out of the valley, it's really a headache to get this thing.

Hey, now that I can draw the appearance of a weasel with yellow paper, and then chant the spell and sacrifice talisman to burn it, which will make ghosts see an illusion in their eyes, just like their buddy's black eggs changing shapes. The ghosts in the underworld all think I am a little black chicken. I excitedly asked Shen Bing to take out the yellow paper from his bag, lift the brush and start drawing with cinnabar.

"You are so happy to pick up the baby?" Shen Bing asked.

"Well, I picked up a weasel!"

"Ah! Where?" Shen Bing was shocked. The woman seemed to be very scared of this little animal, and even a hint of surprise appeared on Qu Mo's face.

"Isn't this on paper?" I pointed and just drew a rough outline.

"I'm scared to death. I thought there was really a weasel." Shen Bing wrinkled his nose, but when he saw it, he laughed: "Does it be a weasel? It's like a big bug."

Uh, my buddy admits that the painter is bad, but it is not that much different, right? But I stopped writing and looked at it. Damn, it is really ugly. Don’t not paint it as a weasel, but it really aroused the appetite of the little black chicken spirit. So I gave it to Shen Bing to draw. Not to mention, her painting skills are really great, and the weasel she painted is lifelike.

After I finished drawing, I was stunned again. This thing is not something that can be effective by drawing a picture. It requires any fur or blood on the weasel, but where can I do it? If I can get it, I will catch the weasel directly.

Shen Bing started to make a fool of himself and said that he would try pulling a few hairs from Linghu's body. I was not angry and called her on her head. It would be better to just go directly to Linghu to deal with the little black chicken essence. Why did he take such effort? Shen Bing covered his head and wrinkled his nose at me, knowing that he was wrong, but he didn't dare to get angry.

Qu Mo frowned and said, "Think about what other items can weasel fur be used on, and see if we have these three people on them."
Chapter completed!