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He smelled the smell of blood before he got close, and the big head drove the people away. They walked in and almost vomited.

Song Ying was half naked, but it didn't matter if she was wearing clothes or not. The skin on her back was torn off, and some of her ten fingers were missing a knuckle, and some were broken at the root. Full of tooth marks.

There was also a happy and satisfied smile on her face, which was indescribably weird in this scene.

"Xiaojie" wants blood, and she gives it blood; "Xiaojie" wants skin, and she gives it skin.

Huo Zhenye turned his head and took a deep breath. When he looked up, he saw a dozen orioles on the tree staring at him. He explained: "I'm not timid."

I couldn't stand such a shock all of a sudden.

The oriole gave him an unfathomable look, then turned their heads in unison.

Datou entrusted some common people to report to the city. He had to guard the scene with Huo Zhenye. He still couldn't figure it out. How could Mr. Huo know where Mrs. Song was?

He surveyed the scene while being puzzled, looked at it for a while and said to Huo Zhenye, "Mr. Huo, why are there so many children's footprints around Mrs. Song?"

It's clear and shallow, and if you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.

The big head looked at it for a long time, pointed to one of the slightly clear footprints and said, "I seem to have seen this one somewhere."

Huo Zhenye remembered at a glance that the small leather shoes handmade in Italy were exactly the same as the half of the ones in the Hongkou warehouse.

Datou swallowed, the sight of death reminded him of those ghostly reports in the newspapers.

"Mr. Huo, who do you think killed Mrs. Song?" The sky was getting dark, and the surrounding fields were all farmland. Song Ying's car was thrown by the Pujiang River. Did someone trick her into killing her?So what about the child's footprints?

The big head was puzzled, knocked his head and looked at Huo Zhenye.

Huo Zhenye took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and leaned against the car. This was the first time he saw him not actively solving the case. In the past, he would always say something.

Huo Zhenye didn't say anything, what he thought in his heart was, is this skin enough?

The patrol forensic doctor came to take over, Huo Zhenye turned and left, and the patrol wanted to ask him how he found Mrs. Song's whereabouts, but he had already driven away.

"Big head, how did you find someone?"

The big head shook his head: "I don't know either. If you want to know, you can ask Mr. Huo and see if he will tell you."

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, Mr. Huo's temper, he was willing to talk about it after asking, so far he has only been close to the big one in the arresting room.

It was almost dark when Huo Zhenye drove home from the outskirts of the city.

It turned out that at this time, every family was cooking dinner in the alley with a briquette stove.

The upstairs next door burns scallion oil and taro, and the downstairs is dry-fried octopus. They are neighbors, and they serve each other to taste the taste.

Now only adults cook in the alley, and the children are locked in the room, poking their heads through the window, and their mother will scold them: "Xiaoyan! Close the window quickly."

Xiaoyan closed the window, wiped the glass window with her sleeve, and stared at the small building of the Bai family. She made an agreement with Axiu yesterday, and today she will play shuttlecock together.

The neighbors are well-informed and know that Huo Zhenye is working as a consultant in the arrest house. Seeing him come back, they all gather around him and ask him, "Mr. Huo, is the case solved?"

"Not yet, soon."

"I heard that that person is specialized in abducting boys, isn't it?" Everyone with sons was very nervous.

Huo Zhenye nodded with a smile, walked sideways through the briquette stoves of each house, and walked to Bai Zhun's door, and knocked on the door after smelling that there was no smell of burning briquettes on his body.

The house was brightly lit, and Bai Zhun was sitting in front of the patio, with an incense table in front of him, offering fresh flowers and fruits.

Huo Zhenye walked to Bai Zhun's wheelchair. Last night he searched for Xiao Kai's soul, and tonight he set up an incense case to find the paper figurine kid. He was afraid that his body would not be able to support him.

Bai Zhun glanced at him: "It kills people one after another, and it's very ferocious. If you don't chase it quickly, maybe it will really put on human skin."

He is the master of the seven sects, this is his responsibility.

At this time, Huo Zhenye felt that he was very powerless, and he couldn't help Bai Zhun with anything he knew.

After Bai Zhun finished speaking, he took out three incense sticks from the incense tube, and when he lit the fire, he said to Huo Zhenye, "Go and invite Erlang Shenjun over here."

Find something for this guy to do.

Since Erlang Shenjun is a god, he made it much higher than a human being, more like a god statue in a temple, but because it was made of paper bamboo, it was not very heavy, and Huo Zhenye was so strong that he could move it by himself.

He moved Shenjun Erlang to the courtyard, a little curious: "Why don't you invite Wuchang this time?"

"Master Wuchang is in charge of ghosts and undead. I don't know if that thing is a ghost." Maybe it is a spirit bred by hatred and love.

The bigger the god you invite, the more energy you consume.

Although the paper spirit was given its form by the craftsman, it was Song Ying who gave it the "god". It killed three people in a row, and finally killed Song Ying, and escaped from the shackles of its creator. I don't know what it will do.

Bai Zhun respectfully lit the incense, mixed out the red ink, dipped the ink on the brush, and put eyes on Erlang Shenjun.

Then he knelt in front of the statue of the paper bamboo and lit the paper bamboo. The paper bamboo burned clearly but made no sound. Before it burned out, God Erlang stood in the gust of wind.

Use paper as an offering, borrow the power of the gods, and capture evil spirits.

A gust of wind suddenly blew up in the courtyard, and the sky eyes on the forehead of Erlang God burst out with golden light, and disappeared into the night.

Axiu brought an altar, and Bai Zhun placed the altar in the center of the wind gust, wrote a spirit-transforming talisman and pasted it on the altar.

After doing this, Bai Zhun's lips became lighter again. Huo Zhenye supported his shoulders and put a feather cushion behind his waist: "This, can I learn it?"

Bai Zhun looked at him wearily: "What?"

He belongs to Master's Church, and in a few years, he should find a disciple for himself so that he can pass on the seven sects.

It's just the children, all of them are very annoying, their tempers are uncertain, good and evil are not distinguished, thinking of accepting a child as an apprentice in the future, and having to spend all their efforts to prevent him from going astray, Bai Zhun's bones ache all over.

"Then, do you think I can learn it?" Huo Zhenye took out a piece of milk chocolate, peeled off the silver foil, and handed it to Bai Zhun's mouth.

This thing looks black, but it smells sweet, Bai Zhun frowned, sniffed it suspiciously: "I don't eat coffee cubes."

Huo Zhenye smiled: "This is called chocolate, it warms you up and refreshes you." Bai Zhun's hands and feet began to feel cold.

Bai Zhun stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked it. Huo Zhenye didn't expect him to stick out his tongue. He tightened his fingertips, and Bai Zhun had already taken a bite. It was warm and refreshing. He didn't feel it yet, but this thing is bittersweet. There is a mellow aroma.

Bai Zhun is very satisfied and can always keep it at home.

"I'm serious, can I learn?" Huo Zhenye continued to ask, at least he could help a little.

"What do you know? Your knife can't even cut bamboo strands." As you get older, your fingers become hard, and it's only when you teach them that you can control your hands.

Huo Zhenye smiled: "I can sculpt and paint, Chinese and Western paintings are okay."

Bai Zhun was slightly surprised, unexpectedly this dude knew quite a lot.

The corner of Huo Zhenye's mouth twitched: "Those who don't know how to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and don't know how to carve gold and stone seals, what kind of dandies are they? Those who only know how to let go of eagles and dogs and smoke big cigarettes are called prodigal sons."

When he went abroad, he first studied western medicine, then he learned painting, and he studied Chinese painting at home.Mrs. Huo hopes that he is smart enough to surpass the fourth concubine's son, but he can't be more motivated than his elder brother.

He has learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting all over, and his favorite is painting. The more he indulges, the happier the old lady will be.

The technique of foreigners is different from traditional Chinese painting, and the color, light and shadow are more realistic. Combining both sides, Huo Zhenye feels that his painting is not bad.

Heh, he's even prouder.

Bai Zhun glanced at him, and asked Axiu to hold out the paper: "Draw a picture, I'll take a look."

Huo Zhenye went to the kitchen and burned a stick of charcoal. Baizhun's place is full of bamboo strands. He wrapped the stick of carbon with bamboo strands and used it as a pencil.

Draw on the white paper, paint and paint.

Bai Zhun could see with the eyes of the oriole, but he couldn't see with the eyes of Erlang Shenjun. He could only watch the burning of the incense sticks shorten and burn faster.

The spark exploded with a "pop", and the incense stick went out, and the last point did not burn to the end.

Bai Zhun's face darkened, that person was really interfering with him, he snorted coldly, moved his fingers slightly, and took out another incense stick, lit the yellow paper and kept it in the stove.

"What about your chocolate, give me another piece." I didn't think it was really warming up and refreshing just now.

Bai Zhun ate the whole piece.

When the second stick of incense was almost burnt to the end, the pale golden shadow of Erlang Shenjun appeared in the gust of wind. He grabbed the gray shadow with his bare hands and stuffed the gray shadow into the jar.

The clay jar was fired with cinnabar, and gray shadows were continuously sucked out of it, causing a gust of wind and waves. The jar shook from side to side, making a "dongdong" sound, and it actually wanted to escape from the shackles.

With a touch of Bai Zhun's fingertips, the yellow paper flew up from the altar and sealed the altar with a "snap".

Immediately, Erlang Shenjun dissipated, turning into pale golden dots and dissipating in the air.

The "clusters" of moving paper ash on the ground were also blown away by the wind, leaving no residual warmth.

Huo Zhenye just looked at it like this, and when he saw the jar shaking without wind, he got goosebumps, and asked Bai Zhun: "What should I do with this thing?"

"In the attic."

Axiu had already carried the jar to the attic, for a spirit like this, if it was suppressed with a cinnabar charm for seven to forty-nine days, it would turn into a clean energy and dissipate by itself.

At that time, put the jar in the furnace and burn it, the soil will still be soil, and the sand will still be sand.

Huo Zhenye remembered that he went to the attic to move the bamboo bed. After getting the wooden bed, he moved the bamboo bed up. The small attic was dusty, with a pile of jars stacked against the wall. He thought it was the place where Bai Zhun put the sundries .

"Are those jars upstairs?"

"It's all the ones who keep their mouths shut."

"It's not been July 49 yet?" Huo Zhenye's scalp felt a little numb, thinking that this jar was full of things like golden dangui, which were kept at home every day, and felt that Bai Zhun was really not ordinary bold.

"Some have passed." Bai Zhun supported his head and thought about it, "I just don't want to burn it."

Huo Zhenye was speechless for a while, not knowing what to say to him, he sighed: "When you are energetic, pick out these jars, and I will burn them."

It can't always be placed in the attic.

After Huo Zhenye finished speaking, he showed Bai Zhun the painting of himself. Time was too tight, so he didn't finish the painting.

A piece of white paper with a size of one inch only has three colors: black, white and gray.

The painting is the blue dragon in the clouds, only the lines are drawn, and it has not been drawn in detail, but the body of the dragon already has the meaning of a sea of ​​clouds.

Bai Zhun's eyes fell on Longmu.

Huo Zhenye turned his head to look at his face, and smiled: "How about it, can my apprentice be accepted?"

Bai Zhun couldn't make him proud, put the paper aside, and closed his eyes: "The painting is not bad, I will be an apprentice for the time being, and I have to see if you have any

this bone. "

Bai Zhun lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, where did that piece of human skin go?

The author has something to say: Huo, a high-class dandy, Zhen Ye: Can you play the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?Can you carve gold and stone seals?