Begin enlightenment from the Hong Kong fantasy world

Chapter 11 The Murderous Mage (4000 words two in one)

[Congratulations on completing the mission and gaining a ray of virtue]

[The effect of Yin De, accelerating the speed of practicing skills]

[Get the chance to get the skills]

[Opportunities to gain opportunities, help to avoid disasters]

While Zheng Yun helped Big B up, the voice of Shenzhu came to his mind.

Hearing these voices, he immediately said in his mind: "A chance to obtain the skill."

[The opportunity to obtain the skill requires 100 strands of Yin De]

"Depend on."

Zheng Yun ignored the divine bead and turned to the anxious-looking Chai Shao and the others: "The matter has been resolved. Pick him up and send him to Tan Zai."

"Okay, Master."

"Master, you are too powerful."

The three of them spoke so loudly that the onlookers all understood what was going on.

It turned out to be an exorcism.

Hong Kong people generally believed this, and they rushed over one after another and started asking questions.

Someone asked: What happened.

Someone asked: Which master is he?

Question: How is the fee charged?

Seeing them getting closer and closer, Zheng Yun immediately got into a van with everyone and left.

Wang Haojie, who was still pretending to be pitiful and thinking of asking for praise, was forced by the crowd's yang energy and could only turn into a wisp of smoke and get into the memorial tablet in the van.

on the van.

Zheng Yun lit three sticks of incense, inserted them into the prepared incense burner, and placed them in front of Wang Haojie's spiritual tablet.

"Hero, are you okay?"

Wang Haojie, who got out the spiritual tablet, covered the wound on his chest, inhaled the incense smoke, and said weakly: "It's not bad, just eat more tributes, and you'll be fine in a few months.

It was so ruthless, it directly used the little yang energy and origin of the first seven. If it couldn't find a substitute in the first seven, it would suffer for the rest of the day. "

Zheng Yun was not surprised by A Miao's outburst. The ghost itself was a very extreme thing, not to mention that it also saw hope of finding a substitute.

As for why the female ghost they rescued on the boat didn't appear in the movie, it's normal. There were four people there originally, but now she's alone. A Miao will definitely not give it to other ghosts.

More than half an hour.

Outside the gate of Chegong Temple, Zheng Yun asked Chai Shao Dan and Bobby to send Big B in to eliminate the Yin Qi and take a rest.

The three of them were already a little exhausted, but now that they had dealt with A Miao's matter, they relaxed and couldn't help but yawn.

such a situation.

Zheng Yun could only call Qian Jiale and Tan Zai, who had temporarily suppressed his Yin Qi, and set off.

The time came, 02:30 pm.

On the way to find the master today, Zheng Yun did not expect that he would get an unexpected harvest, which cured his bad mood after wasting a whole day on the fake master.

Half an hour ago, the three of them came to Haowang Community in the Central and Western District based on what they had learned from a fake monk.

Haowang Community is a very old community. The elevators are similar to freight elevators and they squeak all the time.

Come to room 808 on the eighth floor of this master's residence.

When he opened the door, he saw a dark red color.

The lights in the room were all wrapped in red plastic paper by the master.

In addition to the red lights, there are also various skulls and skulls of cattle, sheep and dogs hanging on the ceiling. The whole style is a little weird.

It seems like this company's gimmick is good, but I don't know if it's really capable.

The three of them came to the hall, but before they could speak, the dark and fat master with dreadlocks and shaman uniform could speak.

Zheng Yun was attracted by an illusory figure in the corner.

It was a little girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, huddled up in a ball in white clothes, and kept crying.

Zheng Yun looked up at them from the crying little girl, revealing the pinch marks on her neck and the look of hatred in her eyes on the shaman.

You know, this person dressed as a shaman is not only a liar, but also a murderer.

The reason why I knew he was a liar was because Wang Haojie also came in, but he didn't even react at all.

Zheng Yun looked at the little girl with clear eyes filled with grievances, and saw that someone was paying homage to her.

But she still stayed here, which meant that her body was still in this room.

Generally, the soul of a person who was killed by someone and has someone to pay homage to will not stay with the murderer.

The soul of a person who has no one to pay homage to and cannot take revenge within seven days will become confused and return to his own body or the scene of his murder.

Thinking of this, Zheng Yun carefully looked at the corner of the wall and found that it was newer than other walls. It seemed that her body should be built into that wall.

"Three friends, what do you want to see? Whether it's luck luck, praying for blessings, exorcising ghosts, catching evil spirits, feng shui, or salvation, you can do it. If it doesn't work, you don't have to pay.

The dark, fat shaman master who spoke had already closed his eyes as the three of them entered, and was about to start pretending to be a ghost.

But after waiting for a long time, the three of them had no response, and then they started to ask, while thinking proudly in their hearts.

These three heroes must have been stunned by the decoration of their rooms, and they should be able to make a serious impact.

The shaman master with a smile on his face didn't wait for the three people to answer, and began to carefully look at the three people from beginning to end. Zheng Yun and Qian Jiale were okay.

Tan Zai looked very unlucky at first glance. He had been frightened for a day and had not slept well. His face was full of fatigue.

"If your guess is correct, something happened to this friend. You are very lucky to come to the Central and Western District to find me, Archmage Shang."

Tanzai was not surprised when he was pointed at, because every master he went to pointed out that he had the problem. This was their basic professional quality.

Determined that this shaman was a liar, even Wang Junjie couldn't see it. Zheng Yun, who wanted to vent his depression, smiled and said, "I'll have a few words with my friends, and then I'll ask the master to help me tell my fortune."

After bringing Tan Zai and Qian Jiale to the door, Zheng Yun first said to Wang Haojie, who looked bored next to him; "Go in and see if there are any weapons in his room."

Wang Haojie, who also saw the little girl, immediately understood what Zheng Yun meant and said happily: "I understand, master."

Tanzai and Jia Le also heard Zheng Yun's instructions to Wang Haojie. Although they were a little confused, they didn't ask why. They knew that if the master wanted them to know, he would naturally tell them.After Wang Junjie entered the house, Zheng Yun turned to Qian Jiale who was looking at him and said, "On the way, you said you used to do martial arts?"

Qian Jiale nodded: "Yes, I beat away all the gangsters who came to collect protection money in our store. I have learned Hong Quan for nine years. Ordinary people can fight ten of them with no problem."

"That's good. In addition to being a liar, this guy is also a murderer. There is a soul inside of the little girl who was killed by him. I will tell you to take action later, and you two will hold the liar down."

It turned out that this was the case. When the two heard this, they said:

"no problem."

"We know how to do it."

When Wang Haojie came out and made sure there were no deadly weapons inside, the three of them walked into the house with confidence.

After entering the room, Zheng Yun sat directly in front of Shaman Liar's table with various utensils on it.

"Master doesn't see it, he sees it, it's me who sees it."

Master Shang Shang sitting across the table was a little surprised.

"Young man, what do you want to see?"

Zheng Yun thought for a moment, then slowly said: "Master, the thing is like this, I often dream of a man of fourteen or fifteen years old, with shoulder-length hair, an oval face, double eyelids, and a tear-stained mole. The little girl came to me with pinch marks on her neck.

She said that she died very unjustly and is still buried in the wall. Do you know what this is like? "

As Zheng Yun finished speaking, the master subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the wall where the little girl was squatting.

After taking a look, fearing that Zheng Yun would notice, the master suddenly turned his head back as if he was frightened and looked at him with eyes full of disbelief.

Looking at Zheng Yun with a natural smile on his face, the turmoil in Master Shang Shang's heart was barely suppressed by him.

He believed that no other person could know what happened that day, so it must be a coincidence.

After all, when you have a nightmare, you can do anything, so he soon stabilized his mood with his many years of rich experience in deception.

After thinking for a moment, Master Shang Shang made a decision. He would not make any money today.

Send these young people away as quickly as possible, then dig out the little girl's bones, grind them into powder, and flush them with toilet water.

After thinking clearly, Master Shang Shang put away the shock on his face, forced a smile, and then took out a yellow talisman that no one recognized:
"Young man, your dream scared me. This dream is very bad, very, very bad. In this way, I will give you a magic talisman, take it back and stick it on the bedside, and then everything will be fine. .”

Zheng Yun, who could not help but smile sarcastically, pretended to look around the room and said, "Really? I just don't know what's wrong. I feel more and more that the scene in the dream is similar to yours, and When I come to you, the feeling of depression in me is gone. Do you think God is not miraculous?"

Upon hearing this, Master Shang Shang's face froze, and his breathing began to quicken: "Friend, don't make such a joke, I won't take your money, just take the talisman and leave."

Zheng Yun had already stood up with a half-smile expression on his face. He leaned his upper body towards the liar and whispered in his ear:
"Looking at your expression, I feel much better. I just have one more question I want to ask you, that is, what is in the wall in the corner to your right?"

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

The liar didn't say anything, but his breathing was very rapid, as if his throat had been cut, and his heartbeat was exaggeratedly heavy. Zheng Yun beside him seemed to hear a "bang bang bang" sound.

Zheng Yun stood up, stared at the liar's eyes and asked, "Why don't you speak?"

Looking at Zheng Yun's oppressive eyes, Master Shang Shang, who was covered in cold sweat, said in a trembling voice: "I don't understand what you are saying. Please leave my house immediately, otherwise I will call the police."

"Is that your answer? I don't like that answer."

After Zheng Yun finished speaking with a hint of disappointment on his face, he suddenly stretched out his right hand, grabbed the liar's hair, and pulled it hard on the table.

"bump!"

"what!"

Master Shang Shang, whose forehead was broken by this sudden blow, covered his head and squatted down.

Looking at his appearance, Zheng Yun took out a paper towel from his pocket and wiped the oil stains on his hands. He turned to Jia Le and Tan Zai and said, "Help him, I guess it took too long. His memory is gone.”

"Understood, Master."

"Crack! Crack!"

The two men stepped forward and beat the squatting liar hard.

"Let me go, why did you hit me! I want to call the police, I want to call the police.

ah!Stop fighting.

I know Brother Tiger. Have you never heard of Brother Tiger in Central and Western District?

You are beating me, Brother Tiger will not let you go. "

Although he was beaten violently by the two men, the liar still didn't say a word about the little girl. He still didn't believe that anyone would know this secret.

Ignoring his words, Zheng Yun picked up the incense burner from the table in front of him, pulled out some incense roots on it, then took out three incense sticks from his backpack and placed them in front of the little girl.

Looking at the cautious little girl, she inhaled the incense.

Zheng Yun smiled, turned around and walked to the back room, found a hammer from the tool box, and came to the wall in front of the little girl's body.

Seeing Zheng Yun's posture, Grand Master Shang Shang was really anxious. He struggled to break away and tried to stop Zheng Yun: "What are you going to do! What are you going to do! Don't smash it. I'll give you money. I'll give it to you." I have 50 of your money, I have 50."

"Be honest with me."

What answered him was a backhand grab from Jia Le.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After a few hammer blows, a hole appeared in the corner of the wall, revealing a skeletal hand inside.

Looking at the skeletal palm, Zheng Yun dropped the hammer and came to Jia Le and the others. Holding back the oil stains on his head, he grabbed the liar's hair and dragged him to the wall. He pressed his face next to the hand bones and asked Said: "What is this?"

"I don't know, I don't know, I really don't know, you believe me, you must believe me."

Master Shang Shang, who had a bruised nose and face, shook his head desperately to explain. At the same time, he raised his head desperately and looked nervously into Zheng Yun's eyes, as if to tell him how sincere he was.

Looking at his appearance, Zheng Yun smiled: "In that case, I won't call the police. As for whether you believe it or not, you can ask her parents yourself."

After speaking, Zheng Yun came to the soul of the little girl who was carefully inhaling incense: "Little sister, what is your name? What is your home phone number? I will call your parents over and ask them to take you home."

The aggrieved little girl who was smoking incense heard Zheng Yun's words, raised her head and glanced at him cautiously, and then said in a low voice as loud as a mosquito: "My name is Zhang Xiangxiang, and my home phone number is 1."

Originally, Zheng Yun was planning to call the police, but after thinking about it, he looked at the bones. They must have been there for several years, and maybe the evidence could no longer be found. In this case, it would be better to notify the parents of the little girl and let them handle it themselves.

In today's era, it is not difficult to kill an ordinary person in Hong Kong.

High-end ones, with professional killers, or someone who holds a camera and records specific actions and sends them to the employer.

At the low end, if you find a drug addict, you give him a little money, and if you ask him to kill his parents, he will not hesitate.

(End of this chapter)