Daoist has facial paralysis

Wearing a mask, Zhou Yibei followed behind the head of the Southwest Road. He had just learned about the case from the headmaster.

The first person who died was a female graduate student who stayed in school during the holidays. She died in the bathroom of the main teaching building, her intestines were pulled out. The second person was a sophomore girl, the one Zhou Yibei saw. No clues were found at the scene, no fingerprints, and no traces of weapons. It seemed that the murderer took out the intestines of the deceased with his bare hands and strangled the two girls.

The principal also showed the two of them a photo of the scene at that time, but according to the requirements of the police, they could not be taken away. Zhou Yibei thought carefully about the bloody corpse in the photo, and suddenly realized a strange thing in common. The children were all wearing red clothes... So the strong yin energy that he and Daoist Southwest felt that day was the spirit of the first victim?The question is... where did it go then?According to Principal Feng, the Daoist of the Southwest was the first person they found in this area, which meant that Li Gui should not be taken away by others in such a short period of time.

Daoist Southwest stopped outside the bathroom where the incident occurred in the main teaching building, covered his nose with his hand, and looked calm. After watching for a while, he didn't go in, and said two words casually, "Let's go," then turned around and went downstairs Walk.

The headmaster who followed the two froze for a moment, "Master..."

"Don't worry... there will be no more accidents tonight," Dongxinan said with a firm expression, Zhou Yibei gave him a surprised look, the uncle already knew the whole story?Are there any clues in that bathroom?But...he didn't go in, and he didn't even lift the seal on it.

"Really?" Principal Feng was as surprised as he was, and then he restrained himself a little when he thought of the other party's status as an expert, "...the cause of death of those two students?"

"No comment, Principal Feng, it's useless for you to know this kind of secret," Dongxinan walked in the stairwell with his hands behind his back, his back straight, and he didn't even look down. Just looking at his back made him feel unfathomable.

The principal frowned, "But how should I explain to the parents of those two children?"

"They won't believe me if I tell you the truth...Principal Feng, I can only protect Yingcheng from this incident in the future. You have to worry about what happened before you hired me," the Southwest priest turned to look at Feng. The headmaster, with a friendly smile on his face, nodded and understood. He suddenly paused, put his hand into the pocket of his suit, and took out a black credit card. .”

Dongxinan smiled politely, took the card without asking how much money was in it, and handed it back to the quiet nephew who was invisible behind him.

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Back to the mansion on Changjiang Road

Zhou Yibei looked at Uncle Southwest who went straight to the third floor as soon as he came back, with hesitation and deep doubts on his face, he lowered his head and struggled for less than a minute, took a glass of water as a cover, and went up to the third floor carefully.

At the end of the stairs was a short corridor. Zhou Yibei hadn't come up yet. He held his water glass nervously and leaned against the wall, trying to hear the movement inside the room.

After quietly eavesdropping for a few minutes, it was very quiet inside. The Southwest priest suddenly cleared his throat, "Why don't you come in?"

Zhou Yibei shook his hand holding the water glass, and walked over slowly, "Master...are you thirsty?"

Dongxinan sat on a grand master chair of the same style in the hall on the first floor, looked at him sideways, with a smile on his lips, and pointed to the chair next to him, "Sit down."

"..." Zhou Yibei glanced at a pot of hot tea on the tea table between the two chairs, lowered his head and put the water glass on the corner of the table.

"Have you brought it back?" Dong Dongnan's sudden words made Yi Bei almost stand up again in shock, and then he realized that the uncle didn't seem to be speaking to himself.

A gust of cold air penetrated the whole body facing the door, and the three souls and seven souls shivered together. Zhou Yibei felt that the foreground was distorted for an instant.

His soul gradually calmed down, and he could still clearly feel that the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped several degrees, and there was an extra figure here, a dark blue figure, holding a ball of red air in his hand, standing respectfully. In front of East, West and South.

The ghost king... and the ghost king with an indescribably dark and resentful aura...Zhou Yibei's eyes widened, and he suddenly felt that he couldn't move, and he couldn't speak.

Is this the reason why the room is full of eerie coldness but his ghost summoning command can't detect any ghosts?His uncle raised a ghost king at home who was unparalleled among all ghosts?This thing should not even dare to accept ghosts, right?No, the ghost messenger should run away shouting his father and mother when they saw him.Zhou Yibei vaguely understood why those ghost messengers were so respectful to his uncle.

"Is this the thing that tortured and killed the woman in red and then absorbed the ghost's soul?" Daoist Southwest leaned back in the grand teacher's chair with Erlang's legs crossed, his eyes on the teacup in his hand.

"Well," the ghost king responded in a low voice, squeezed a ball of red air in his hand, the red air burst into a scream, and fell to the ground to form a long-haired female ghost in red. The female ghost trembled. With a hideous face, "Let me go!"

"Noisy," the Southwest Taoist frowned, the ghost king grabbed the red-clothed ghost's neck, and the female ghost struggled to make a shrieking sound.

Dongxinan put the teacup on the table, raised his eyelids and looked at the female ghost, "Did she commit suicide, right? Thinking about going to the Shura Hell anyway, she wanted to devour the souls of other ghosts and turn into a ghost king?... It's a good idea... ...But it depends on the place to do things, remember it in the next life... um..." Daoist of the Southwest suddenly let out a strange "□□", Zhou Yibei turned his eyes with difficulty to look over, this sound... What's wrong?It sounds... Elbe's ears turned red, and he stopped studying the sound itself.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you see his eyes widen, another cyan ghost king stands behind his uncle respectfully helping Dongxinan hold his shoulders. Yue, "lighten..." The ghost king moved a lot slower, and continued to squeeze the Taoist priest's shoulders seriously.

Zhou Yibei felt that his brain might be broken... Not only did his uncle raise a little ghost, but he also raised a fucking ghost king, and two of them? !A ghost king is still helping with chiropractic and back massage?

The teapot on the table suddenly floated up, and another cyan human figure appeared, refilled a cup of hot tea and handed it to the Southwest Taoist priest, then wiped the table, and disappeared... Zhou Yibei felt a faint sense of numbness, and the three ghost king?His uncle is actually the ghost king, right?

"Uncle Dong," a flattering voice floated up from the floor. Last time, the two ghost messengers resolutely appeared in front of Dongxinan, like two small policemen who were intimidated by international gangsters because of poor law and order.