Poverty

Chapter 84 Old Pine Ridge

The face of the jailer changed drastically, this prisoner just came here today, it is said that he is a murderer of his wife, why did he suddenly die when he saw Catcher Wang!

Does Wang Butou have anything to do with this case? !

The cell leader panicked.

He was just a cell boss at the bottom, but he didn't dare to participate in this kind of thing, so he took a step back immediately and remained silent.

Wang Butou put his hand on the handle of the knife and said coldly: "Prisoner, open the door, why are you hiding so far away?"

The cell leader was shocked, quickly took out the key, and stepped forward to open the cell door.

The pungent smell in the cell, the rotten smell of decaying vegetation, and the foul smell made one's stomach sour.

Wang Butou squatted down, touched Zhang Hai's breath and pulse, and frowned unconsciously.

"Really dead."

Wang Catcher was a little dazed, and I was scared to death by saying a word? !

Li Yanchu performed the qi-watching technique and found that there was no evil energy in the cell.

"Strange, there is no evil spirit in the cell." Li Yanchu said.

The crowd fell silent.

Li Yanchu squatted down beside Zhang Hai, looked at Zhang Hai's eyelids, and checked the whites of Zhang Hai's eyes.

"There is no evil spirit in his body, and there are no symptoms of ghosts behind him. This person is a bit strange." Li Yanchu's eyes revealed thought.

According to Zhang and her maid, Ku Xing, Zhang Hai's strange behavior before his death seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit.

But now that they saw Zhang Hai's body, they found that there was no trace of evil.

Bai Hongtu suddenly said: "When this man saw Wang Butou, he seemed to recognize something, and then he was frightened to death. Do you know Wang Butou?"

The jailer shook his body, lowered his head, and looked at his nose, nose, and heart.

Damn, you talk about this kind of thing, can you let me go, I'm a cell boss.

Wang Butou said in a deep voice: "The man was arrested by Ma Bantou. I have never seen this person before."

Then he smiled wryly: "I also had an illusion just now, whether I have something to do with this person's death."

Bai Hongtu walked a few steps, looked at Wang Butou, clicked his tongue and said: "The face is majestic and upright, the blood is strong, the muscles in the right hand are particularly strong, no matter how you look at it, you are a martial arts master, not like a heretic."

The corner of Wang Catcher's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't know what else to say, he just smiled.

When Li Yanchu heard the exceptionally muscular right hand, he couldn't help raising his head to take a look.

Wang Catcher asked curiously, "Daoist Yanchu, what are you looking at?"

Li Yanchu shook his head and smiled: "It's nothing, Wang Catcher's right hand is indeed stronger."

Both of them praised him so much, Wang Catcher felt a little complacent in his heart, and said with a smile: "To tell you the truth, Wang has been practicing swords since childhood, and his right hand has been practiced hard for many years. It is indeed stronger than ordinary people, and its hand speed is also very fast. .”

Li Yanchu nodded slightly: "It can be seen that the blood is very strong."

What martial arts practitioners like to hear most is the recognition from their peers.

Wang Butou felt a lot relieved immediately, and a smile appeared on his face.

After Wu Zuo arrived, he personally inspected the deceased Zhang Hai.

Wu Zuo's surname is Hu, and he is known as Hu Sandao. He is a middle-aged man in his 40s. He is proficient in the art of autopsy, a skill handed down from his ancestors.

"Qi reported to the arresting king that the villain has finished his experience. This person died of fright, and there was no external injury on the body."

"It's just that this person didn't just die, but has been dead for at least three days."

At first, Wang Butou was still nodding, but when he heard the back suddenly raised his head, he asked in surprise, "What did you say?"

"Dead for more than three days!?"

"That's right, the villain has just checked it many times and confirmed it is correct."

There was silence in the cell.

Wang Butou and the prisoner only felt a chill hit their heads from the tailbone, making people feel chills on their backs.

The prison chief's face changed drastically, and he stammered: "No way, this person obviously just died."

Wu Zuo is relatively calm, after all, he is a business dealing with corpses, and his psychological quality is excellent.

"Absolutely not bad, this person has been dead for at least three days." Wu Zuo pondered.

Li Yanchu and Bai Hongtu looked at each other, a little surprised.

More than three days?

Could it be that Zhang Hai was already dead when he came back from outside?
Zhang has been living with a corpse these days?
In the end, he was killed by Zhang Hai's corpse?
Or did some dirty thing borrow Zhang Hai's corpse to revive, pretending to be a living person, and only left after seeing everyone?

No, Li Yanchu frowned.

If there are dirty things attached to Zhang Hai's body, his body should leave evil spirits.

Bai Hongtu also changed his eyes, lost in thought.

Wang Catcher said with lingering fear, "I never expected to encounter such a strange thing again."

"In my opinion, this corpse should be burned to prevent a corpse change." Li Yanchu said calmly.

Wang Butou said: "Yes, yes, come, someone, take this corpse out for me and burn it!"

He felt that he was a little tired. Recently, strange things happened one after another in Weicheng, which made him have a lot of gray hair for no reason.

After leaving the prison in Weicheng, Li Yanchu and Bai Hongtu walked side by side on the street.

Wang Butou sent people to watch the burning corpses.

Bai Hongtu said: "This matter is really sinister. Mrs. Zhang didn't know that she was dead, so she came to ask us to save her husband."

"His husband has been dead for several days, suspected to be a living corpse."

Li Yanchu's expression was a little dignified: "Ms. Zhang's only obsession after death was to save her husband, so the remnant soul came here, it's kind and righteous."

Bai Hongtu nodded: "Who said it wasn't? This incident made me feel a little uncomfortable. I always feel that it shouldn't be like this. It's too miserable."

If Mrs. Zhang didn't die at the hands of Zhang Hai, if Zhang Hai didn't die in prison by accident.

It didn't make him feel so awkward.

Li Yanchu is a nosy person, otherwise he wouldn't have acted when he was being bullied like the Taiping Inn guy.

And later on, when many evil spirits harmed people, he would not take such actions to eliminate evil spirits.

coincidentally.

So did Bai Hongtu.

"Go to that Longmen Village?" The two said in unison.

After speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled.

There are many steep mountains near Weicheng, one of which is called Laosongling, which is surrounded by clouds and mist all the year round, with dense forests, wild animals and poisonous insects.

Therefore, even the hunters, who live by hunting, only dare to move around the old pine ridge.

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A fierce young man covered in blood and holding a sharp spear ran wildly in the forest, smashing through layers of thorn bushes.

The birds in the forest were startled and flew up.

This young man had a tall stature and a fierce temperament. The long spear in his hand was shining with a cold light. It looked like a sharp weapon for killing people and drinking blood.

His name is Xu Dingfang, and he is a school lieutenant under the commander of Beifeng County. He was ordered to hunt down a group of alien spies.

After the alien spies were hunted down, they fled into Laosongling.

Xu Dingfang also brought seven tiger guards and chased them in.

But at this time, the seven military masters who came with him had already died in the old pine ridge.

He himself was hunted down.

He wants to rush out and report the affairs here to the commander, so that the adults will send a large army to encircle and suppress them.

Xu Dingfang is a master of martial arts, and after going through the experience on the battlefield, he is full of blood and extremely evil.

But at this time, his face was a little panicked.

There were too many wounds on his body, the size of a baby's mouth. Fortunately, he practiced hard skills all over his body, so the wounds were not deep.

Xu Dingfang shuttled through the precipitous mountains and forests, and finally saw a place with human presence.

Holding a sharp spear that drank blood to kill the enemy, he rushed over directly.

Suddenly Xu Dingfang froze there.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, a chill came down his back.

An old man came over with a smile on his face: "Guest officer, are you going into the mountains? It's getting late, how about staying at my house for one night, it's very cheap."

A simple and philistine old man.

Xu Dingfang's back felt drenched with sweat.

I'm back!

(End of this chapter)