Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

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Inside the Ma's supermarket.

"Cough cough cough..."

Listening to the weak cough coming from the room, Fatty Ma stared at the computer screen with a smirk on his face, his expression gradually dimmed, and the interest he aroused continued to dissipate.

Withdrawing his hand from his pants, a look of worry quietly floated on his brow.

Sighing, not thinking about women anymore, Fatty Ma took out a palm-sized account book from under the counter with a short body, and when he opened it, there were dense numbers.

Fatty Ma blinked, picked up a pen and added a line of small characters on the ledger.

'Extra income +500'

After carefully calculating the numbers in the notebook, Fatty Ma looked depressed: "This money should be enough for hospitalization, right?"

After thinking about it, Fatty Ma added another sentence in the account book.

"Qingyunguan Lu Chen cleared his debts and collected a box of sundries"

Glancing at the wooden box under his feet, the fat man muttered: "It's only natural to pay back the debt!"

"Don't care about martial arts or demon skills, you owe it on weekdays, and now you wait for money to save your life, whether you are a god or a demon, if you offend, you will be offended, whether it is retribution or evil, I will eat it myself!"

Fatty Ma clenched his fists stubbornly.

After going down the mountain, the stevedore told him what was wrong with the young Taoist priest. At first hearing, Fatty Ma was also surprised, but his old lady was getting weaker and weaker, and he really had no choice.

"Squeak."

The door of the supermarket was pushed open, and Fatty Ma, who was sighing again and again, did not look up and said casually: "Take whatever you want."

As footsteps approached, Fatty Ma stared at the worn-out cloth shoes in front of him, his expression startled.

"Put this talisman on the head of the old man's bed, it should have some effect."

Lu Chen pushed a qi nourishing talisman in front of the fat man.

Fatty Ma stood up awkwardly: "Master Daoist, this is..."

Lu Chen shook his head with a smile: "The old man is pure and kind-hearted, and he has God's help. I am just adding to the superfluous."

After speaking, Lu Chen's eyes suddenly twitched, and his eyes were attracted by the monitoring screen beside him.

The scene where Shen Yi was about to get into the car was frozen in the picture.

"The neighbor asked me to look through the video."

Fatty Ma blushed, and made up an excuse to turn off the screen immediately, but as soon as he put his hand on the mouse, Lu Chen held it down.

Lu Chen's face was calm: "This car has been waiting at the foot of the mountain?"

"Yeah." Fatty Ma nodded stupidly: "I've been here for a long time, I just left for a while."

"It turns out that the problem is here..."

Lu Chen looked at the brand new BMW on the screen with a calm expression.

It stands to reason that the Requiem Talisman can only nourish Shen Yi's soul, it is far from being able to rescue and solve disasters, and if the merits and virtues are rewarded just now, it proves that someone shot Shen Yi just now.

"not good!"

Feeling something was wrong in his heart, Lu Chen let out a low cry, pinching Yin and Yang to count the gossip.

How could evil people give up so easily when they stir up obscene charms?

After a while, he suddenly raised his head and stared at the confused night outside the window, frowning slightly.

……

In the dark night, a thin figure in a Taoist robe rolled down from a branch, looked at the striking brake marks and broken mobile phone fragments in front of him, and slowly squatted down.

He picked up a broken screen fragment with his two fingers, and the gossip mirror made of Jingshan chalcedony emitted a faint glow.

"Death..."

"The art of surrogate death."

Lu Chen squeezed the fragments with his fingertips, and the broken glass was blown away by the mountain wind. He slowly got up and looked at the fork in the road a hundred meters away, and muttered to himself: "This person should have been planted with a surrogate death technique long ago." , At this time, it is no different from the living dead."

Surrogacy.

An ancient sorcery can plunder the lifespan of living people and turn them into living dead, which is somewhat similar to the art of creating animals.

In ancient times, there were people in the evil way who used themselves as furnaces to feed ghosts with secret techniques, and used death substitute techniques to plunder the essence and lifespan of living people.

Ghosts eat the essence of living people to nourish their own evil spirits, while evil people want to live to nourish themselves.

In the end, the living person has no energy, is as skinny as a stick, and has no life expectancy. The walking corpse is no different from the living dead.

After surviving the dead, he is like a demon, with infinite power.

Although the living dead are copper-skinned and iron-boned, they are most afraid of the sun, and generally cannot survive for a long time. After the death energy in the body explodes, the physical body will completely collapse, leaving only the soul that cannot be reincarnated, wandering around like a lonely ghost.

This kind of soul has a lot of resentment, and it is very easy to become a vengeful ghost. If it is taken away by someone with good intentions, it will cause great harm.

"The living dead are done, and Shen Yi's life is at stake."

Lu Chen's eyes were cold, and he pulled out a talisman that he carried with him, and with a flick of his wrist, the cinnabar traces on the talisman flickered, and it burned automatically.

After the yellow talisman was burned out, a burst of spiritual aura rushed into Lu Chen's eyes, and the originally dark night sky suddenly changed.

Within a radius of [-] meters, all kinds of breaths intertwined, and all kinds of sounds were infinitely amplified. Whether it was insects or wind, they were all very clear in Lu Chen's senses.

Taoism, the art of hope.

Lu Chen is only in the late stage of Gang Qi, and he has reached the limit of being able to control [-] meters.

Start with the gossip mirror, slide your fingertips across the Yin-Yang diagram in the center, and the eight-direction hexagrams flash in sequence.

In Lu Chen's eyes, amidst the complex colors of the sky, an extremely dim black and red evil spirit gradually became apparent and continued to extend forward.

In the gossip mirror, the position of Kun shone with splendor.

"southwest……"

Lu Chen's voice was low. With his current cultivation base, it is definitely impossible to pursue the murderer from a distance, but it is hoped that Qi Technique can at least search for traces of ghost energy, which will be of great help in the pursuit.