The heavens start from Maoshan

call...

Black smoke rose from the urn, and the black smoke formed a hideous human face.

Zhang Heng just watched blankly.

After a while.

After all, the human face didn't dare to make a mistake, and took it back calmly.

"Maoshan raises ghosts."

"Easy to use is easy to use, but raising ghosts is not natural, and the backlash is greater than other spells. The most difficult problem to solve is the malice of the raised ghosts towards their masters."

Zhang Heng picked up the offering fruit on the table and ate quietly: "Actually, I don't want to use this trick, but I can't help it. In the era of weak spirits, the gap between monks and ordinary people is very small. A heavily armed beheading squad."

Done.

Zhang Heng said again: "So you work harder, help me through the difficult period, and when the era of weak spirits passes, you can be out of your wits, so you don't have to work so hard."

quiet...

There was no response from the urn.

Zhang Heng didn't say much, went to the basement, and took out another jar of crow blood: "Drink it, even if you want to eat me back, you must have this strength. To acquire the Crow, as long as you have money, you can do anything in this era.”

Gollum!

Gollum! !

The prepared crow blood was dumped on the ashes by Zhang Heng.

Accompanied by the sound of bubbles.

Blood seeped into the crevices on the urn, followed by a scalp-tingling sucking sound.

Do it all.

Take a look at the lantern on the wall.

The lantern was originally white, the color of skin, but now it was half stained with blood.

Half red!

Zhang Heng was very satisfied.

It is worthy of the fate of the white tiger.

He doesn't swallow the soul, but only uses food supplements, and after a few days, he has condensed half of his blood clothes. If he is asked to kill a few more evil people and swallow their evil spirits and spirits, he will not be able to become a red-clothed ghost. .

Think of the good.

The face is full of smiles.

With such a red-clothed ghost around, even a few hundred people would not be enough to kill him at night.

of course.

Zhang Heng doesn't like to kill people, and training a ghost is just to be prepared.

woohoo woo...

Time moves on.

Summer goes and autumn comes, and it is already late autumn in a blink of an eye.

This is the end.

It has been three months since the recovery of spiritual energy.

this day.

It's October [-]st.

night.

Yangjiang City.

Westside Crematorium.

"It's so miserable, little girl, she actually cut her wrist while she was pregnant. Why can't she think about it so much?"

"what do you know..."

Accompanied by the shaking of the flashlight.

In the quiet night, there was another person's sigh: "I heard that this girl is still some kind of school beauty, she didn't learn well, and hooked up with wild men outside the school."

"School beauty, is it true or not?"

"Of course it's true. I saw it when it was delivered, and it looks really good."

A moment of silence.

There was only the sound of footsteps fading away.

"Hiss, no, my stomach hurts, you go on patrol, I'll make it easier for you."

"No, you let me go by myself?"

"Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense, I will invite you at noon tomorrow."

Accompanied by an impatient voice, the person who spoke added another sentence: "Just turn around casually, and I will go to the guard room to find you after pulling."

"Okay, hurry up, don't let me come to you again."

The footsteps gradually diverge under the sound of ridicule.

one second.

ten seconds.

half a minute.

In just a few puffs of cigarettes, a young man aged 27 and [-], wearing a security suit and shaking a flashlight, walked to the mortuary with three steps and three turns.

click...

The door opened softly.

The footsteps were soft.

The young man was timid, and furtively took a flashlight to take a picture inside. When he saw the pair of little naked feet sticking out of the white sheet on the first bed on the left, he couldn't help swallowing. Spit at the mouth.

"hiss!"

The white cloth was lifted.

Showing a miserable and young face.

The visitor gasped, looked at his face, then at his slightly protruding belly, and said obsessively, "It's on time."

After half an hour.

guardhouse...

"What are you doing, you won't come back for half an hour?"

Glancing at the clock on the wall, the fat security guard muttered while cooking the noodles: "You bastard, you don't want to scare me, do you? Isn't it so boring?"

Tread!

Tread! !

There were strange footsteps in my ears.

Hear the sound.

But the fat security guard didn't even look back, he just said loudly: "Monkey, don't make trouble, what about a meal, at worst, you don't need to invite me."

click...

There was a door opening behind him.

Ok?

The fat security guard turned his head subconsciously.

Unfortunately.

No one at all.

Look out again.

There was a big scarlet iron gate in the crematorium, and there was a small door on the iron gate that could only be used by one person, and it was the small door that was opened.

"monkey?"

The fat security guard looked puzzled: "Are you out?"

No one responded.

The fat security guard stood in front of the noodle pot in a daze for a while, hesitated again and again, and went out with a flashlight, and followed the opened small door to shine a light: "Monkey? Are you out?"

into the eye.

It doesn't matter if you don't take photos.

There is no monkey outside the door, only a girl in a yellow dress, standing more than ten meters away, covered in blood, holding a baby in her arms.

"Hey hey hey..."

Feel the light.

The girl was expressionless, but the blood-stained baby who was held in her arms was very happy, shouting: "Mom, I saw Daddy..."

whoosh...

The baby jumped out.

It was as fast as an arrow leaving the string, and it hugged the fat security guard's neck...

......

"Here's the morning news, and now there's an urgent message."

"In the early morning of last night, a vicious murder occurred in the Xicheng District of our city. Many people have been victimized so far. The general public is urged to travel safely. If there is any abnormality, please call the police as soon as possible."

no photo.

There is no prompt either.

Some are just an emergency broadcast.

What about Zhang Heng?

He is not a person who likes to read news, but he has many friends, especially in criminal investigation.

"Heng, brother Heng, something happened."

"Say..."

"Yesterday, in the early morning of last night, a female body disappeared from the Xicheng crematorium. The two security guards who guarded the gate were both dead. They were bitten to death. There were no internal organs left. There were four other victims. It shows that these people were all bitten to death by a baby in the arms of a female corpse."

silence...

Zhang Heng glanced at the urn on the altar, and whispered, "Are there any more?"

"A password has been issued from above."

"But this thing is too weird. The girl is obviously dead. She was pregnant and cut her wrists to death. How could she be walking on the street like a normal person, and still holding a dead baby who can eat people?"

caller.

Obviously a little out of breath, and trembling when speaking: "Brother Heng, you let me think about a strange case in the bureau, you, do you know something?"

Still silent.

Zhang Heng closed his eyes and thought for a while before he said, "This is the corpse of the mother and son. If you want to solve the case, you can look for it during the day, but don't go at night, you can't beat it."

"Constant..."

Someone will ask again.

Zhang Heng didn't give him this chance, and hung up the phone directly.

After hanging up the phone.

Zhang Heng glanced at the cloudy weather again, and whispered, "Welcome to the age of weak spirits..."