I have an altar of luck

"Yes, in a relatively remote village in Ping'an Town, 23 households were all missing. That was a major case a few years ago."

"Aren't there any traces?"

"No, that village is too remote, and I rarely communicate with people outside..."

"Did the demons do it?"

"I don't know, there is no clue, so I can only let it go." Zhao Ning shook his head slightly.

After two hours, near noon, Chen Yuan, Zhao Ning and several white servants finally arrived at Ping'an Town. Zhao Ning took Chen Yuan to find the home of Chief Officer Liu Laosan with ease.

Although he is not in the rank, but Liu Laosan's power in Ping'an Town is not small, his family is well-off, and he wears high-quality cloth, which is completely different from the coarse linen clothes worn by ordinary people.

"This is?" Liu Laosan cupped his hands at Zhao Ning, and looked at Chen Yuan with a smile on his face.

"This is the arrester who joined last year, Chen Yuan...this is Mr. Liu..." Zhao Ning introduced with a smile.

"What is Mr. Liu, just call Lao Liu quickly." Mr. Liu waved his hand.

Chen Yuan nodded and smiled.

"Why do the two police officers have time to come to my Ping'an Town today, but what orders does the county magistrate have?" Liu Laosan asked tentatively.

Chen Yuan and Zhao Ning looked at each other and said in a low voice:

"We came to investigate some fugitives. The county captain was furious and thoroughly investigated all the villages and pavilions in the county, so...the two of us were arranged to Ping'an Town."

"So that's how it is..." Liu Laosan looked relaxed.

As long as it's not for him.

"The two arresters are exhausted, why don't you rest here for a while."

"Then bother..."

……

After pushing the cups and changing the cups for a while, Liu Laosan's cheeks began to flush, and his voice was a little drunk, stumbling around, pulling Chen Yuan and saying:

"Brother Chen, you..."

"Brother Liu, has anything unusual happened in Ping'an Town recently?" Chen Yuan asked softly, as for Zhao Ning, who had already been lying on the table unconscious.

"An unusual thing... Let me think about it, it doesn't seem to be... Hey, by the way, the old Chen and his wife died three days ago... It's... quite evil..."

Liu Laosan belched while drinking, and spoke intermittently.

"Why is it evil?" Chen Yuan became a little interested.

"The two of them..."

Chen Yuan frowned, and left Liu Laosan's house alone, wanting to go to Old Chen's house to investigate.

According to Liu Laosan, the old Chen and his wife worked diligently on weekdays and did not offend anyone, but they died strangely three nights ago.

It was as if they had been buried in the ground for a long time and turned into mummified corpses. Someone looked at them and was so frightened that they dared not close their eyes for a whole day and night. Up to now, their corpses are still at home, and few people dare to approach them.

After inquiring a few idlers in the town, Chen Yuan managed to find Old Chen Tou's house with a few turns.

It is a very dilapidated small courtyard, the door is tightly closed, and the couplets from previous years are still pasted on the door, but it has completely faded, and it seems to fall off when the wind blows.

"Dong dong dong..."

Chen Yuan held the long knife at his waist with one hand, and gently knocked on the door with the other.

Although old Chen was dead, Chen Yuan learned from Liu Laosan that they had a fourteen or fifteen-year-old son who hadn't left the house for the past few days.

When Chen Yuan wanted to ask again, Liu Laosan stopped moving.

No one dared to go to his house to help. People in the town rumored that his family had provoked Xie Chong and was drained of blood, and now Xie Chong is still in their home.

Even if someone wants to help because of the friendship in the neighborhood, they don't have the courage.

"rustle……"

A slight rubbing sound came from the small courtyard.

"Squeak..."

The door was opened from the inside, and a young man appeared in front of Chen Yuan.

The young man was young, with a white cap tied on his head, and a linen cloth robe with several conspicuous patches on his body.

The young man had a calm face, with clear eyes under his thick eyebrows, he looked a little resolute, and he was holding a cut-out paper figurine in his hand.

"Is something wrong?" the boy asked calmly.

Chen Yuan frowned, such a drastic change had taken place in his family, but a teenager shouldn't be so calm, as if what happened to his family was not a funeral.

"I am arresting Chen Yuan to investigate the death of your parents." Chen Yuan said in a low voice.

The young man was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, looked up at Chen Yuan, and whispered:

"Master, please come in."

Chen Yuan walked into the small courtyard with a calm expression, and carefully looked at the small courtyard with his eyes. It was very simple, not surprising, but there were some sawdust piled up in the courtyard.

"What is this for?"

"Make a coffin for my parents."

"You still know this at such a young age?" Chen Yuan was a little surprised.

"Learned before..."

"What's your name?" Chen Yuan asked.

The boy was silent for a long time, then lowered his head and said:

"My parents call me Ping An..."

"Peace, Chen Pingan!!!"

Chen Yuan muttered to himself, why are they all called Chen Pingan now?

Ok?

Why use both?

"Your parents seem to want you to be safe."

Chen Pingan didn't answer, and returned to the hut, continuing to chip wood chips with tools, trying to mend the last piece of wood.

Chen Yuan stepped into the hut, and what appeared in front of him was a large coffin with many flaws on it, and the most important coffin roof was missing, and a faint smell of corpses wafted away.

Chen Pingan was grinding the board expressionlessly, looking around at Chen Yuan without any curiosity, nor was he crying to find out the truth for his parents.

Chen Yuan lightly covered his nose, and leaned forward. The two withered corpses stared ferociously, as if they had encountered great fear before they died.

Gently picking up the coarse cloth covering them with a knife, Chen Yuan looked at them carefully, but there were no obvious scars on their bodies, only a red spot on the back of their necks.

"Why didn't you report to the official?" Chen Yuan asked while observing.

"Is it useful to report to the official?" Chen Pingan didn't look up.

"The night your parents died, were you at home?"

"exist."

"Did you feel that something was wrong?"

"Have."

Chen Ping raised his head and stared at Chen Yuan.

"where?"

"I'm not dead..."

Chapter 12 Paper Doll Magic

"Ok?"

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes and looked at Chen Pingan.

"You mean, it's strange that your parents died unexpectedly but you didn't die?"

Chen Ping nodded with a firm face.

"Then why don't you leave and continue to stay in this yard?"

"I have nowhere to go, and if I leave, my parents will really be left alone..."

"You are not afraid of death?"

"afraid!"

Chen Pingan's body trembled a little, put down the tools in his hand, and held the paper figurine tightly.

"You also cut this paper figurine?" Chen Yuan stared at the paper figurine in his hand.

It was a paper figurine the size of half a human being. Its face was painted lifelike, and two drops of bright red blood were dotted in its eyes, which looked a little strange.

"No, my parents have always enshrined him in their house. Now that they have passed away, I want to burn the paper figurine to them. Do you want to see it?"

Chen Pingan answered irrelevant questions, holding up the paper figurine in his hand.

Chen Yuan grasped the handle of the knife subconsciously, and said in a low voice:

"Okay."

Chen Pingan stood up, held up the paper figurine and handed it to Chen Yuan.

Suddenly, the eyes of the paper figurine flickered with a gleam of light, slightly flushed, and it actually broke away from Chen Ping'an's hand, and rushed towards Chen Yuan at an extremely fast speed.

Chen Ping froze in place, at a loss.

Chen Yuan was vigilant, and the sword-drawing technique erupted instantly, a white light flashed, and the paper figurine rushing towards Chen Yuan was split in two.

However, the paper figurine didn't stop.

The split body fluttered, and the thin fingers wanted to poke Chen Yuan's chest.

The golden lacquer instantly appeared under Chen Yuan's clothes.

"boom!"

Although the paper figurine was thin, Chen Yuan seemed to feel a huge force, and was pushed back several meters by the paper figurine, and he staggered back.

"Sorcerer!"

Chen Yuan's heart sank, and he realized that the death of Chen Ping's parents was definitely related to the demons. At this moment, he really didn't know whether his luck was good or bad.

Originally, he was just a little skeptical, so let's take a look. If there is nothing unusual, he is going to return to the county government office with Zhao Ning to report.

Chen Yuan didn't have much interest in looking for the traces of demons and monsters. The remnants of being able to escape from the government office were definitely not something he could resist with a little skin-smelling.

The paper figurine seemed to be under the control of someone. After repelling Chen Yuan, the two parts of the body floated in the air, and the palms of both hands were shining brightly.

Sharp!

He casually grabbed something beside him and threw it at the paper figurine. Chen Yuan took advantage of his strength to leap, and the long knife slashed suddenly. Unfortunately, the paper figurine avoided the blow slightly by turning sideways.

"boom!"

Chen Yuan fell to the ground, turned around and slashed in the air again.

"call out."

Chen Yuan raised his left arm, shot a dark arrow instantly, piercing the paper figurine, and then stepped forward again, waving the long knife in his hand, the light of the knife overflowed.

He didn't dare to stop at all, the paper figurine was very strange and full of murderous intent.

Soon, the paper figurine floating in the air was cut into dozens of pieces by Chen Yuan, and it fell to the ground without moving... Chen Yuan quickly lit a fire pocket and threw it on the paper figurine.

The flame burned at an extremely fast speed and lasted for a full ten breaths before it was extinguished.

The dullness on Chen Pingan's face finally disappeared, and turned into a panicked expression, as if he didn't even think that this paper figure would suddenly behave like this.

"Why is the paper figurine hidden in Chen Pingan's hands calmly, and when I come, I want to do it?" Chen Yuan looked gloomy and uncertain, and suddenly looked at Chen Pingan.

A blue light flashed in his eyes.

Heaven's eye!

Chen Yuan was overjoyed when the Sky Eye Pupil Technique was opened. His guess was correct, and Chen Ping'an really had good luck.