I said, "Sister, when will your people finish their work?"

Yan Wushuang: "It's almost over, do you want them to avoid it?"

"Don't worry, wait for them to finish."

I came outside and lit a cigarette. I felt a little heavy. I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.

If my aunt and I didn’t come to find Mr. Sun yesterday, then no one would come to kill him.

There is no doubt that the only purpose of killing him is to stop him from dealing with the corpse puppet.

The police finished taking photos and collecting evidence and left one after another. Mr. Sun's body was moved away, and the room was empty, leaving only three coffins with handstands left.

I hugged Jiuer, and Yan Wushuang returned to the coffin shop, closed the door and the window.

First, I drew blood from the yellow spring, and wiped out a sunlight on my forehead. I chanted a spell and pointed my sword in front of me. I used the ancient magic of Lingtai. The scene in front of me blurred, things changed, bizarre, and I returned to the time of the incident.

Last night at 11:00.

Mr. Sun was ready to go out.

As soon as I arrived at the door, a fierce ghost suddenly appeared in front of me.

Without a head, the bloody bones in the neck are exposed, which is the headless evil.

Mr. Sun snorted coldly, stood still, and shouted softly: "Boys and girls, guardians!"

Paper people piled up on both sides of the door rushed over.

Just two paper men, as if they had come alive, actually fought with the headless evil spirit and did not have any disadvantage.

A few minutes later, Wutou Sha retreated, and a hearty laughter sounded from the corner of the coffin shop: "Brother Sun's Taoist skills are more sophisticated than before."

This man sat in the place where Mr. Sun used to draw paper people. The wind did not move, the light could not shine, and his appearance was hidden in the dark.

Mr. Sun clearly knew him: "You kid, every time you meet, you always like to be elusive. How about you? "

The man stood up and finally walked under the light.

He is very ordinary, not tall, over 1.6 meters tall, in his fifties, wearing ordinary casual clothes, which is the kind of person who will not be taken at the streets even if no one will take a look. He has a round and fat face, and always has a smile on his face, like a smile on his face, with a kind face.

He: "After ten years of separation, my brother is fine?"

Mr. Sun sighed: "Oh, half of this old bone has been put into the coffin, and he has an old problem."

"Brother is humble. I see that you have been hiding your identity for ten years, but you are getting younger and younger. If you have friends coming from afar, what about the wine you have hidden, we have to drink it today."

Mr. Sun: "Let's talk about drinking again. Yunhu, you are here just in time. Let's catch a corpse puppet who has been practicing Taoism for four hundred years. Several children have already gone. If we delay, we are afraid that they will encounter an unexpected accident."

"The corpse puppet who has been practicing Taoism for four hundred years? Nothing! Nothing! How could a few children be opponents? Brother, what's going on?"

Mr. Sun: "Hurry up, I'll tell you in detail on the way."

Mr. Sun walked out the door with his magic weapon on his back.

puff!

A bullet shot into the back center.

Mr. Sun widened his eyes incredibly and turned slowly: "For... why..."

The man gently blew the gun with a silencer and sneered: "No matter how high the Taoist practice is, he is afraid of a kitchen knife. What's more, it's a gun!"

Mr. Sun's mouth was bleeding, gritted his teeth, staggered, and fell to the ground: "Yes, I can defend against demons and ghosts, and I can't defend against sinister hearts."

The man: "Brother, do you still remember my last name?"

Mr. Sun: "Wang..."

The man suddenly stared at his eyes and shouted: "Yes! My surname is Wang, and my name is Wang Yunhu. Twenty or two years ago, I had an illegitimate son named Wang Le. For the sake of his lifetime, I handed over to the junior brother Daoxuan of Maoshan to train him, and Wang Le died!"

Mr. Sun: "You entrust your non-human beings, and Daoxuan Zhenren is only raising him but not teaching him. Wang Le is arrogant and domineering and harms human life. I have seen him once, and there are at least ten resentful souls behind him. Wang Le died, and he is still worthy of death!"

Wang Yunhu looked crazy: "Hahaha... Is there any death? I ask you, who hasn't made any mistakes in Xiyang City? My son should die if he makes any mistakes. Who shouldn't die from people in Xiyang City?"

Mr. Sun: "You are crazy..."

Wang Yunhu: "Whatever you say. My son is dead, so everyone in Xiyang City will be buried with him. Haha... I will definitely release the thousand-year-old zombie king in Babuqiao Cemetery."

Mr. Sun: "The person behind the corpse puppet... is you..."

Wang Yunhu: "No, it's me! By chance, I found five Taoist fellows who refine the body of Taiyin and refined them into corpse puppets. The purpose was to release the Thousand-Year Zombie King. A few days ago, there was something unexpected, and I don't know who killed two of them. Now there are only three! There must be no more accidents. The Anningqu one was deliberately led by Linglong to take advantage of her serious injury to take her life. That little girl has some skills and cannot be underestimated. Apart from her, haha, there are only a few little Taoists in Xiyang City, which are vulnerable. The remaining Situ Yanhuan can't stop me at all. Three days later, it will be the time when the Thousand-Year Zombie King will slaughter Xiyang City."

Mr. Sun: "Evil cannot defeat righteousness...you..."

Bang!

Bang!

With two shots in a row, Wang Yunhu shot all the shots in Old Master Sun's heart.

He put the three-mouthed coffin upside down, and he found the hemp rope that had been prepared long ago, half of which were applied to black ink, and half of which were covered with cinnabar mixed with blood from dead people.

He hung Old Master Sun in the three coffin formation and placed a square mirror under his feet.

He smiled sinisterly, stained with Mr. Sun's blood, and painted black and white impermanence, cow head and horse face on the mirror.

He smiled pervertedly and put the seal of the divine beast Pixiu on the back.

He didn't even let go of Mr. Sun's ghost, thinking that the gods who were doing it were unaware of it, and no one knew it except heaven and earth.

I was dark and gritted my teeth.

Sister Wushuang asked me: "How is it?"

Me: "Help me check Wang Yunhu, he is the murderer, do it secretly, don't alert the snake."

Wushuang nodded.

I told her what I saw: "Sister, this case is the same as the corpse puppet case. The targets are the Thousand-year-old zombie kings under the giant tomb of Babuqiao Cemetery. We always thought there were only four corpse puppets, but in fact there were five. Now three are dead. There are still two left. I must find a way to get rid of the remaining two as soon as possible. If you have any news, you must notify me as soon as possible."

Wushuang: "Okay, I'll go back and have someone investigate now. Be careful."

I separated from Yan Wushuang and I returned home.

The twin sisters went to school to attend classes, and Shi Xiaoxiao followed them closely.

My aunt was the only one left in the room.

I told me what happened in the coffin shop.

Linglong was a little shocked: "Wang Yunhu? Wang Yunhu in Zhengyi?"

I asked, "Do you know him?"

Linglong: "Nonsense, he is a celebrity on Longhu Mountain."

Me: "Very awesome?"

Linglong: "Awesome? It's just average. The reason why he is famous is that he and his wife are extremely loving and have no children in their entire life. He is still meticulous to his wife. More than ten years ago, even his wife suffered from a strange disease and was paralyzed in bed. He is still a good man. He is approachable, kind and kind, and is very amiable. Are you sure he really killed Mr. Sun?"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!