The ghost carrying the coffin of a dragon giving birth to a son

After experiencing this incident, these people looked at me with only respect and no longer dared to refute my words.

Ren Kang hurriedly apologized to the monkey, saying that he had wronged the monkey and asked the monkey to forgive him.

The monkey was also very generous, waving his hand and saying it was okay.

I asked everyone else to go out, leaving only Ren Kang here.

I said in a deep voice:

"Mr. Ren, tell me about your daughter."

Ren Kang said hurriedly:

"Master Ding, my daughter is twenty-two years old this year. She lost her job last month and stayed at home. Recently, she basically stays at home and rarely goes out..."

After understanding Ren Ping’s basic situation, I pondered:

"I need to double check your daughter's room."

Ren Kang hurriedly took us to his daughter’s room and said:

"Master Ding, feel free to check."

I said to Monkey and Bai Lin:

"You start checking and don't miss any suspicious places or things."

They began to search the room, while I stood in front of the bed looking at Ren Ping's body.

There was something strange about Ren Ping's death, and I vaguely sensed something wrong about her.

I did not participate in the search. I chatted with Ren Kang and asked about some things.

After talking like this, I immediately discovered that Ren Kang didn't know much about his daughter, and he didn't know many of Ren Ping's living habits.

After four minutes, the monkey suddenly said happily:

"Lao Lin, what do you think this is?"

I looked back and saw the monkey taking out an iron box from the closet. The iron box contained a pencil, a piece of white paper, and a small black bottle.

The lead of the pencil was broken, and there were messy pencil marks on the white paper, which looked extremely messy.

My eyes fell on the white paper, and among the very messy marks, I vaguely saw a word, which was the word "death".

Ren Kang said with a puzzled look:

"What is this painting? It looks like a ghost painting. Why would my daughter collect such a thing?"

The monkey stared at the white paper in the box and frowned. He looked up at me and said:

"Lao Lin, is this...?"

I didn't answer, but asked the monkey to open the black bottle.

The black bottle was only about the height of a thumb and was very slender. The body of the bottle was pitch black and it was impossible to tell what was inside.

When the monkey opened the black bottle, a strong stench suddenly emanated from the bottle. The entire room could smell it and it made people sick.

Upon smelling that smell, Ren Kang's face changed drastically, and he squatted on the ground and vomited wildly.

The purple-gold light in Bai Lin's eyes flickered, dancing on my shoulders, and said:

"Yes, that's the smell. It was the diluted smell when we first came in. Ren Ping must have played with it the night of the accident."

The monkey covered his nose, threw the bottle aside with a look of disgust, and said:

"Lao Lin, is this corpse odor? Isn't it too smelly?"

I picked up the bottle and poured some of its contents onto the floor.

Some yellow paste-like stuff came out of the bottle, like grease, and it was disgusting.

I glanced at it and then withdrew my gaze, saying:

"This is refined corpse oil, and it is refined using a special method. Of course it will stink."

"It's really corpse oil!" The monkey covered his nose and took a look, muttering:

"This girl is too brave. How can she play with such a thing? She is risking her own life by playing with it."

The smell was so bad that I didn't want to stay in the room any longer, so I took the pencil and white paper and walked out of the room.

Even after I left the room, the stench was hard to dissipate. I recited a purification spell and the stench was completely eliminated.

It took a while before Ren Kang came over. His face was pale and he almost vomited out his gall just now. You can see how smelly that thing is.

Ren Kang looked shocked and said:

"Master Ding, I really don't know why there is that kind of thing in my daughter's room. It smells so bad. What on earth is it? How come my daughter collects that kind of thing?"

Even if Ren Kang didn't understand this, he felt something was wrong.

That kind of stinky thing is definitely not something a serious person would collect.

I said:

"That thing is corpse oil. As the name suggests, it is oil extracted from dead corpses."

"Corpse oil?!" Ren Kang's eyes widened and he exclaimed:

"Oh my God, how could my daughter do such a thing? What is she doing with this corpse oil?"

I put the messy white paper on the table and said:

"The purpose of the corpse oil is to light the corpse oil lamp. Your daughter is playing the Bixian game. Lighting the corpse oil lamp while playing the Bixian game will strengthen the power of the Bixian. For some special enthusiasts, that is the best way to light the corpse oil lamp." More exciting.”

Burning corpses with oil lamps and playing pen fairy is not only more exciting, but also more evil. In that kind of psychic game, what is summoned is definitely evil.

As a result, Ren Ping's death was almost inevitable.

"Lighting corpse oil lamps and playing pen fairy games?"

Ren Kang exclaimed, his face full of shock and disbelief.

The psychic game Bixian is not a mysterious thing. Anyone who has watched the movie can say a few words about it. Ren Kang obviously knows about it, which saves me the trouble of introducing it.

Ren Kang said excitedly:

"Master Ding, how could my daughter play such a terrible game? She has always been very well-behaved. Is there something wrong with this?"

I glanced at him and said nothing.

The monkey said solemnly:

"Mr. Ren, you saw with your own eyes that the things were taken out of your daughter's room. This is your home. The things don't belong to her. Could it be that you put them there?"

Ren Kang hurriedly waved his hand and said no. He was extremely confused and believed the fact that his daughter was playing with the pen fairy.

Ren Kang swallowed and said:

"Master Ding, is my daughter's death related to playing the pen fairy game?"

I nodded and said in a deep voice:

"In order to pursue the power and excitement of the Pen Immortal, your daughter used the corpse oil lamp to bless her. The Pen Immortal she summoned is extremely evil and can do anything."

"If I'm not mistaken, your daughter was frightened to death by the pen fairy she summoned."

"Hey!" Ren Kang let out a long sigh, his face full of bitterness and helplessness.

He saw with his own eyes that I summoned the dead back from the underworld. He had great trust in my words and did not doubt the authenticity of what I said.

It was obvious that Ren Ping had killed herself, and no one else was to blame.

Mr. Ren Kang burst into tears. His daughter wanted to die and he had nothing to say. He bowed to me and choked with sobs:

"Master Ding, please come and help me handle these matters in person. Thank you, Master."

"Master, how much reward do you need? I will give it to you now."

The truth about his daughter's death has been found out, and in Ren Kang's opinion, the matter is over.

I said in a deep voice:

"Mr. Ren, don't be anxious yet. This matter is not that simple and it is far from over."

Ren Kang was stunned, looked at me in confusion, and asked:

"Master Ding, is something bad going to happen?"