C130

Chapter 130 - Contracts

I let out a long breath at the sound of footsteps hurrying away.

There was no need to ask, he had seen the 'customer' waiting outside due to the rhinoceros' fragrance.

If I didn't have this rhinoceros' fragrance, it would be hard to say if I would be able to keep my little life tonight.

I took a deep breath and stubbed out my cigarette. "Do you know who killed you?" I asked Li Qingyuan.

Li Qingyuan shook his head, "I can't see what he looks like."

"Do you have any enemies before?"

"Nope." Li Qingyuan shook his head again, a look of loss suddenly appearing in his eyes, "It's Crow … No, it's not a crow. It's a strange black bird. "

"Strange bird?" I jolted.

It seems like the last two times I saw the rolled eyes, I saw a strange crow that didn't look like a crow, but a pitch-black bird.

Could it be that the one who killed him was the rolled eyes?

Li Qingyuan said: "That day when I climbed onto the stage's rack, I thought …. I suddenly saw a black bird land on the railing, and then someone grabbed my head from behind … "I have been wronged..."

Suddenly, his entire body began to tremble. His face faintly revealed a black murderous aura as he hysterically shouted.

"I don't want to die!"

"You better behave!"

I slapped the counter. "What the fuck are you accusing me of? "Tell me, why did you run onto the stage that day?"

Li Qingyuan retracted his killing intent and shrank back, his eyes flickering with light. He did not dare to look straight at me.

"Don't f * cking pretend to be a grandson. You wanted to take the opportunity when Sang Lan is on stage to show off and pour corpse oil on her!" The more I said, the angrier I got. I grabbed the bamboo knife and was about to throw it over.

Li Qingyuan was so scared that he hugged his head and retreated to the corner, "I just like her, I mean no harm."

"Bullshit!" Who do you Koreans like? It's all because of the drugs. Who do you think you are, a primitive man? Who did you fancy? No wonder everyone said you were Koreans! You don't like it, but you call it the Third Bastard! "

I took out a triangular amulet, slammed it against a drawer, and wrote his name and birthday on it with my pen. Just as I was about to burn it, I suddenly thought of a problem.

"Where did you get that bottle of corpse oil?" I asked, staring at him.

"I bought it." Li Qingyuan said in fear.

"Where did you buy it? Who did you buy it from? "

He actually said in a tearful voice:

"I can't say. "I said that I would die …"

"You're f * * king dead!" I have no sympathy for this grandson.

Li Qingyuan was startled for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "Yes …"

"Who?" Louder! "

As soon as he finished speaking, his body jolted, and he started trembling as though he had been electrocuted.

I realized that the situation wasn't good and hurriedly placed the triangular symbol on the tallow wax.

Just as the talisman was ignited, Li Qingyuan's eyes suddenly turned bloodshot, and instantly became like two pools of blood springs.

At the same time, his ears, eyes, nostrils, mouth … Red and black blood gushed out of his seven orifices.

This blood seemed to be corrosive. As soon as it flowed out, any places that touched the tainted blood would instantly rot and release a pungent black smoke.

Without waiting for the talisman paper to burn completely, Li Qingyuan had already turned into a puddle of black blood!

"How could this be …"

I collapsed into the rattan chair and mumbled in disbelief.

"He was taken down from the drop head." a voice whispered.

I stiffly turned my head and saw the blood gourd looking at me with its bright eyes.

"As far as I know, the corpse oil of a drop head Master isn't something that can be bought with money alone. When some drop head Masters sell corpse oil, they would let the seller leave behind something on their body, usually their hair … That would be equivalent to signing a contract with a drop head Master, and after that person dies, her soul will be under the control of the drop head Master. "

"A contract with a drop head Master …"

I shook my head. Seeing that he was bleeding profusely, my face turned pale. I quickly extinguished the rhinoceros' incense and handed the censer to him. "The censer can stop the bleeding. Put it on first and go on your own later."

"You don't ask who I am? Don't you want to call the police? "

"I only care about yin and yang." I said against my will.

I want to f * * king call the police, but you have to let me?

I'm sure I can subdue him now, but what he did just now made me think that he wasn't the sort of guy who would commit heinous crimes.

When he saw Sang Lan and Pan Ying, he probably knew that they were easier to control than me, but from the start, he didn't seem to have thought of using two women as threats.

At that time, he hadn't lost that much blood, so he was able to do it.

exorcist, Forensics.

The transition between the two classes is too tiring. I'm not a Methodist, so it's better to draw a clear line between them.

"Next!"

… ….

After sending off the two dead men, the blood gourd forced himself to his feet and walked to the door. He turned around and looked at me, but didn't say anything.

"Pfft …"

At three in the morning, I blew out the tallow wax. In the dark, I leaned back in the rattan chair and stared blankly.

The back door opened by a small crack, and a pair of large eyes peeked in and out of the door.

"Huohuo... Can we get out? " Pan Ying asked furtively.

I exhaled, got up, and turned on the light.

He looked at the lunchbox beside him, opened it, took out a piece of stewed pork and threw it at it. Then, he also took a bite for himself.

"It's cold, stop eating." Sang Lan said as she walked over.

"I'm fine." I shook my head and stared at the ground.

The puddle of tainted blood Li Qingyuan had left behind had already disappeared.

I took a big bite of the pork chop and said,

"If I hadn't asked him that question, he might not have been scared out of his wits and could have gone to the cycle of reincarnation."

"That's none of your business. Anyone else would have asked those questions." Pan Ying took a piece of the Burn Card and bit into it as she said with a grin: "I really didn't expect him to be such a 'professor', trying to trick me when I can't get ahold of a girl. Tsk, tsk, I think I won't be watching Korean dramas anymore."

I threw the bones I finished chewing to the meat and looked up at the two of them. "You two have your phones with you, right?"

"Yes, I did." Pan Ying nodded.

"Then why didn't you just call the police?"

Sang Lan looked at me with a conflicted expression as she lowered her head and softly said:

"Before we came, Pan Pan and I shed tears. At first, we thought that person was a ghost. By the time we found out he was human, he was behind the counter. If we call the police, he might hurt you. "

Pan Ying laughed, "The truth is that not calling the police is a right thing to do. You are completely capable of planning and planning to resolve this crisis into nothingness. Right, what did you show the bosses that day? "Why did you scare me like that?"

Sang Lan looked at me, then pulled out the piece of paper that was under the lunchbox.

"Shadow?"

Pan Ying was startled, and then clapped, "No wonder, ghosts do not have shadows, even if those people do not believe in ghosts, but seeing that everyone has shadows, even if Li Qingyuan does not, he would be scared sh * t out of his wits, not to mention that Li Qingyuan is still dead."

"Li Qingyuan said that before he was killed, he saw a strange bird. Sang Lan asked.

"A strange black bird like the crow, that bird will appear every time the rolled eyes appears."

"Did the rolled eyes kill Li Qingyuan?"

"Who is the rolled eyes?" Pan Ying asked in confusion.

I said, "On your birthday at the Xiang Cuisine Restaurant, it was the rolled eyes that played tricks on you. They brought Sang Lan to that alley … That's not right, he was clearly trying to harm Sang Lan, why would she do that to him? "

Sang Lan pursed her lips, and said in a low voice:

"Why do I feel like I have to continue being unlucky?"

"You must be secretly happy. You're still unlucky. You're even unlucky than me? I haven't had a day of peace since I took over your mother's business. "

I shot her a look and got up to get my coat.

"Ah, you're bleeding!" Pan Ying and Sang Lan shouted at the same time.

I looked down and saw that the clothes around my waist had been dyed red with blood. He took off his shirt and examined it carefully before he heaved a sigh of relief.

He thought about how the blood gourd had held him under the counter while buttoning his shirt, and then he grinned with some lingering fear. "It's not my blood."

My judgement is not wrong, the blood gourd is definitely not an easy target. The sabers that he hid in his pocket were at most as long as a palm. The bunch of people that were chasing him all held machetes. Not only did he escape death, he also seemed to have been defeated by the other party.

Sang Lan and Pan Ying looked at each other and shuddered at the same time.

After leaving the shop, Pan Ying shouted that she needed to go eat breakfast. The early winter was the perfect time to take in nourishment. She should eat mutton noodles and a pot of warm Shaoxing rice wine on the morning when she didn't have to go to school.

I ignored her suggestion and directly sent her and Sang Lan to Sang Lan's house.

As we got out of the car, I couldn't help but think of the experience in Fulin County.

I called out to Sang Lan.

"What's wrong?" Sang Lan asked.

I hesitated and shook my head. "No, nothing."

"Oh." Sang Lan swept her hair, "Be careful when you go back to drive."

I nodded, took a direction, and drove out of her neighborhood.

Ever since Zhao Qi came back from Fulin County, the events of that night and the scene I saw after the coffin was opened were still lingering in my mind.

Come to think of it, I've been through quite a lot. But Zhang Ping's family was the only one who left me with an unforgettable fear.

There were four bodies in that coffin.

More accurately, there should be three of them.

Zhou Lin, who was covered in needles, Zhou Yao and Zhou Zhu, who had been suffocated to death …

The moment the coffin was opened, bits and pieces of flesh and tainted blood flew everywhere.

The local doctor verified that the minced meat and blood belonged to Zhang Ping …

After the live corpse entered the coffin, Zhang Ping 'died' again.

Zhang Xi said that she had become an evil ghost, and it was easier for his to possess his body than it was for an evil ghost to be reborn.

Sang Lan was also one of the two school beauties of the Academy …

On the day they came down from the mountain, someone found a body in the pond at the end of the village.

The corpse was wearing a dirty flowered cotton jacket, the same 'flowered cotton jacket' that I had been told not to speak the night before.

People in the village said they'd never seen him before, and they didn't know where he'd come from or how he'd drowned in the pond.

When I think about Zhang Ping, why do I feel so terrified …

While his imagination was running wild, he saw a figure rushing out from the corner of his eyes.

Instinctively, I stepped on the brakes and watched the man crash into the front of the car.

Pengci?

Wasn't he being too professional to start work so early in the morning?

I looked at the car recorder, turned off the ignition, pushed open the door, got out and walked over.

Just as I reached the front of the car, an old lady grabbed my leg. "Kill … Kill … "Murder!"

"Auntie, I have a video in my car."

"No, no!" The old lady pointed at the alley she rushed out of, "There's a zombie! The zombies are biting each other! "

I was stunned for a moment before I looked in the direction she was pointing at. There, I saw a familiar figure staring at me.

I swallowed and quickly ran over. "What's going on? You. Why is your mouth bleeding? "

Xu Jie looked at me blankly for a while, then raised her hand to wipe the bloodstain on the corner of her mouth. She slowly turned her head and looked towards the deeper parts of the alley …

(End of third volume)