Daoist has facial paralysis

Zhou Yibei woke up the next morning and stared blankly at Wubai's butt for a while... More than ten seconds passed, and the events of last night flooded into his mind.

"F*ck..." blurted out a swear word, Zhou Yibei sat up startled, grabbed his hair, it's over...not only didn't cook, but also got drunk, Master Southwest will kick me out, right?what to do?

There was no movement on the second floor, and the third floor was also quiet. Zhou Yibei reached the first floor lightly, and before he got down the stairs, he heard someone talking, which sounded very unfriendly.

"Didn't you say you would help us? What is it now? My wife and I almost died!" A rich man with gauze on his head shouted angrily, "She is still lying in the hospital, you have to give me a statement."

"Mr. Li, I said to help you exorcise evil spirits, I didn't say to save your life. You two were almost killed by those filth, didn't you have a car accident? It's just retribution..." The Southwest Taoist calmly drank his tea, No matter how the man made trouble, he was still full of immortality and calm.

"Fart! You liar! What retribution is not retribution! I helped those rubbish get rid of Internet addiction. Their parents signed the agreement. I did it to help them. What am I doing to repay you? Ah! Tell me! Repay... "

"Crack!" The teacup fell to pieces on the ground, Dongxinan raised his head coldly, Xian Feng Daogu turned into a gangster, "Mr. Li, do you want to refund the money or return the goods?"

Li Xin was startled, and most of his momentum lost, "When...of course it's money! Don't try to scare people."

"Okay, refund the money." Dongxinan smiled and waved towards the air, "Bring the money to Mr. Li."

"Kang Lang," a black leather case was thrown out from the corner, and the invisible hand opened the leather case, revealing a box of Ming coins.

"Who are you playing with!" Li Xinteng stood up, raised his hand and pointed at the Southwest Taoist priest, "You fucking... ah!" He screamed and covered his raised hand.

The troublemaker was about to pee his pants in fright, and his good fingers were suddenly bitten off. Li Xin glanced in horror at Dongxinan, who was sitting on the grand teacher's chair with Erlang's legs crossed, and ran out with his hands in his hands. Ghost! You are a ghost! Help! Help... help!"

Zhou Yibei looked at the ghost king who had broken Li Xin's finger and put it in his mouth, and frowned. Is this a good deed or an evil deed?It stands to reason that cannibalism is evil, but... Li Xin is a black-hearted businessman, eating him is considered a good deed, right?

Li Xin rushed out in a panic, stumbled and stumbled in the middle of the road, there was the sound of sudden braking outside, Zhou Yibei went out to take a look, the fat man with a stomach full of arms and head were separated from his body at this moment , scattered in the trail of blood dragged by truck tires... Is it retribution?

"Huh?" Zhou Yibei, who was staring at the blood in a daze, suddenly went dark, and he put his hand on the hand covering his eyes, and a voice sounded in his ear, "Watching the bloody picture so seriously early in the morning? Don't cook again." ?”

His back was pressed against the warm and firm chest of the Southwest Taoist chief. Zhou Yibei remembered what happened to him last night, his ears turned red, he pulled Dongxinan's hand away, and hurried back, "I'll go cook."

The Southwest Taoist stood at the door and glanced at the scene of the car accident that caused the commotion, and slammed the door shut.

……

Anson's past three months

Yanchao City

Weihe Road, Chengyang District

In the dark room, a weird figure faced the mirror, straightened his waist-length black hair from time to time, and felt sorry for himself.

The man was not wearing any clothes, and his skin was undulating and uneven. There were two lumps of flesh hanging from his chest. When he moved lightly, the fleshy balls dangled from side to side.

The skin of this whole body was stitched together piece by piece, the long black hair covered his short hair with a bloody scalp, the scarlet liquid dripped down, and the person wearing this human fur opened his mouth and licked it and it flowed to his mouth blood, his Adam's apple slipped, and his half-skinned face faced the mirror with a distorted smile.

……

28 Changjiang Road

Zhou Yibei brought the supper to the third floor, and turned around to see his uncle wearing a coat sitting on a rattan chair on the balcony watching the stars at night.

"Uncle Master, it's cold outside, let's go in and eat," Zhou Yibei walked over, and a white letter on the table caught his attention, signed by Yanchao City Police Station.

"Take it and have a look, you should be interested," Daoist Southwest stood up and glanced at him, then said casually.

Zhou Yibei opened the envelope and walked in with his uncle.

"Master, don't you want to go?" Zhou Yibei took the help letter from the Yanchao police station and looked up to the east, west, and south. The police station wanted to ask the Taoist chief to help solve the recent serial murder case that has caused storms in Yanchao City. This case is already dead. Several people were killed, and the skin on the belly of each deceased was cut off. The suspect did not even see a ghost. Adhere to the socialist scientific development concept.

"I don't deal with the police station. If you want to go, you can go for me." Dongxinan took a sip of the porridge with a smile on his mouth. The little nephew really knew his own taste more and more.

"Thank you, Uncle Master," Yi Bei said as his eyes fell on the slender fingers of the Southwest Taoist Priest.

The Taoist master who was obsessed with cleanliness remembered something and put down the spoon, pulled the coat that looked clean from his back and threw it to the virtuous nephew, "Send it to the dry cleaner for me when you have time."

Zhou Yibei hugged his clothes and nodded, "Understood."

Walking on the stairs, Zhou Yibei pulled the wall lamp away, muttering in his heart, it’s too dark, the uncle will not be able to see, and it’s bad if he falls down...Although the ghost king knows that even if the Southwest Taoist is blind, he can’t be on his own. Wrestling on the stairs at home, but it doesn't stop Mr. Zhou Xiaodao, he loves "teacher" eagerly.

……

Yanchao Police Station

"Master Zhou?" The old policeman was surprised when he saw that the person sent by his superiors turned out to be a young boy. These days, no one dares to be called a master, but there are still people who believe him, so he has to follow suit. He sighed, his face sullen.

"Well," Zhou Yibei responded coldly, "Where is the corpse?"

"Come with me," Lao Li led Zhou Yibei to the door of the morgue below the police station, and opened the locked iron door with the key, "Eight people died, two men and six women, except the first The dead woman has been cremated by her family, and everything else is here."