Relocation Brigade

Li Hongyu is still dressed in the same way today, except that he is carrying an extra copper coin sword strung together with red thread, and a very old sword tassel is hanging from the hilt.

As Wu Weiwei got out of the way, he looked up along the pair of shoes on the clean floor, and met a pair of light-colored eyes.

There was a vertical line between Li Hongyu's brows, his heart was beating suddenly, and the sudden sense of crisis made him subconsciously draw his sword backhand. When his fingertips touched the hilt, he felt the uncomfortable feeling that a strange man brought The feeling is gone again.

After a brief weighing, he made a judgment - he was not that person's opponent at all.At least with his current level, he can't see through the other party's origin and Taoism.

He glanced at Jiang Yu warily, gritted his teeth unwillingly, and stood aside so that the three of them could pass by without saying a word.

Wu Weiwei didn't expect that Li Hongyu would retreat so obediently, and thought that there would be another verbal quarrel.

Taking a step behind, walking side by side with Chen Ling, he asked in a low voice, "Brother Chen, what is the origin of Brother Jiang, you are the one who lied to your old customers, right?"

"He," Chen Ling's eyes stopped on the delicate jawline on the side of Jiang Yu, "even my master is no match."

Wu Weiwei gasped: "How deep is this practice?"

Chen Ling thought about it carefully, and gave a more specific description: "If an ordinary person has a hundred years of practice, then he has to improve it for a thousand years."

"..." Wu Weiwei grumbled, "This must be at the level of the Patriarch."

Isn't that right? Otherwise, why call him the ancestor.

Because the carving room is closed, the popularity is even thinner, and even standing outside the gate can smell a gloomy atmosphere.

As soon as the car stopped, Chen Ling opened the door and got out of the car, went around to the co-pilot and dragged Zhu Peng down.

After receiving the notice, Ding Junyuan, who had already been waiting on the side of the road with the key, became angry when he saw that face. Although he didn't know what Zhu Peng had done, he could guess based on the movements of Chen Ling and others. Bad business has a lot to do with people.

He rushed forward and grabbed Zhu Peng by the collar, raised his fist and smashed it down.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. With the rising anger, Ding Junyuan's fists were as dense as raindrops, and soon Zhu Peng's face was swollen like a pig's head.

He cried out in pain, "Ding Junyuan, are you fucking crazy!"

However, the screams were so miserable, and no one stepped forward to stop them, and the collective was selectively blind.

Ding Junyuan knew the seriousness and didn't want to beat him to death. After punching him a few times, the depression in his chest eased a little, then he threw him away and walked back to Chen Ling and the others.

"Mr. Chen, what's going on?"

"Indeed, as you imagined, the evil spirit in the carving room has a lot to do with Zhu Peng." Chen Ling said, "It was his wife who drowned."

Ding Junyuan was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.

Wu Weiwei glanced at Zhu Peng who was rubbing his face and gasping for air, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Chen, do you want to tie him up? I always feel that he is dishonest and wants to run away."

"No, just keep an eye on it." Chen Ling waved his finger in front of Ding Junyuan's eyes, and reminded, "Mr. Ding, open the door first, let's go in if we have something to say."

Ding Junyuan let out an "ah" and hurriedly took out the key to open the door.

The carving room was dark, and the air was several degrees lower than the outside world. As soon as it touched the skin, it immediately caused goose bumps.

Ding Junyuan touched his arm and "hissed" before going to the reception desk to turn on the light.

"Huh?" He frowned suspiciously, and pressed it several times in a row, but the lights in the entrance and corridor were not on.

Chen Ling grabbed the person who wanted to go deeper: "Don't look, it must be all broken."

"How could this happen? Before I locked the door and left yesterday, I closed it myself..." Ding Junyuan closed his mouth halfway through the speech. There are even ghosts in his place, so there is nothing impossible.

The subdued anger came up again, and he gave Zhu Peng a hard look.

Zhu Pengniu, a tall man, shrank behind Wu Weiwei like a quail. He knew that even if he ran away from these people, he would not be able to escape the entanglement of his dead wife. Half a step away from this group of people.

Ding Junyuan glanced at the dark corridor, not daring to move forward, and was about to let Chen Ling take the lead when a figure passed in front of him.

He blinked and asked blankly: "Mr. Chen, that gentleman is..."

Chen Ling introduced: "My friend is also our financial manager."

It was only then that Ding Junyuan realized that demon slayers could be so formal, besides field work, there were also those who were in charge of finances.

But judging from the man's back, he looks like a boss no matter what. The calm demeanor and fierce aura when walking are by no means ordinary people.

He didn't dare to gossip with Chen Ling, so he went to Wu Weiwei: "Does he know some magic tricks?"

"That's for sure. There are no ordinary people in Yuheshan. Even the parrot raised by my brother Chen and his master is very good..." He has also heard of that parrot. It is a rare species, and the rich and powerful are not qualified to raise it.I don't know how Mr. Zhao managed it, but he got one back.

It's just a pity, it's only dumb.Apart from eating, he eats, and refuses to talk no matter how funny he is.

It’s weird.

Seeing that Wu Weiwei suddenly disappeared, Ding Junyuan still wanted to ask, but he heard a light cough in front of him.

Chen Ling turned his head and glanced at Wu Weiwei, signaling him to shut up, revealing too much would affect Yu Heshan's majestic image and sense of mystery!

That's right, which sect is not hidden and independent, giving people a feeling that ordinary people can't touch?Wu Weiwei understood that we wanted to follow the big sect, so he also coughed lightly, and the cheerful tone of the gossip became serious: "As for the others, it is not convenient to disclose for the time being."

Ding Junyuan understood from the suggestive eyes of the other party, and said repeatedly, "I overstepped."

Wu Weiwei nodded, stopped suddenly, and stared at the place where he just entered the door with strange eyes. It should not be an illusion, but there were slight footsteps approaching.

He pushed Ding Junyuan forward, put his finger on his lips and let out a "hush", then turned back and put his ear against the door.

There was a knock on the door, and it was Li Hongyu again.

Wu Weiwei pretended to shout: "It's Mr. Li, I'm really sorry, the door is broken and can't be opened."

In the past, the special dispatch department insulted and oppressed their half-assed group in various ways, and almost forced them to break up several times, but now they have finally found their place.

Wu Weiwei couldn't mention how happy he was, humming a song to keep up with the large army.

Li Hongyu's mood was exactly the opposite of his, and his bad mood made his face tense.This business has been included in the file after the police handed it over to the Special Investigation Department, and he can't leave empty-handed.

Even if you can't bring back monetary returns, you must bring back detailed case history and final results.That's why he chose to stay with the cheek after being rejected twice.

Rubbing his hair irritably, Li Hongyu turned to the side, intending to look for another entrance.

In the not-so-spacious corridor of the carving room, because Jiang Yu opened the way ahead, the darkness seemed to meet a scorching light, scattered in horror, and the place where the sight line was gradually brightened.

Taking advantage of his ancestor's light, Chen Ling ran into the rooms on both sides of the corridor and opened the tight curtains one by one to let the sunlight in.

From the first floor to the third floor, the entire carving room was deadly silent, only the footsteps and breathing of a few people.

The gypsum ornaments and finished sculptures that used to be works of art are now cast a shadow.

The shadows pulled to the ground by the light, the shadows under the plaster eye sockets, the withered apples, the door gently blown open by the wind, all the most ordinary things have become weird today.

Wu Weiwei was the last to enter the office. He quickly closed the door, took out a short mahogany sword from his backpack, and held it tightly in his hand.

Chen Ling pressed down the wooden sword lying in front of his eyes: "Don't worry, nothing is following."

After speaking, he was a little uncertain, and looked at Jiang Yu eagerly: "What do you think?"

"Yeah." Jiang Yu was tall and had a strong sense of presence, which made the other three people very uncomfortable except Chen Ling, especially Zhu Peng who only dared to stare and dare not make a sound.

Seeing that no one else dared to sit down, Chen Ling reached out and touched the man's elbow: "Would you like to sit down first?"

"Yeah." Jiang Yu scanned the space with his eyes, and finally chose to sit on the three-seater long-haired sofa. As soon as he sat down, his aura was also put away, and there was a little bit of inconspicuous expression on his face. lazy.

If Chen Ling hadn't stood close and observed the man carefully, he wouldn't have noticed this small detail at all.

For some reason, this scene reminded him of the scene when he saw Jiang Yu half lying in the rocking chair and reading a book.

He smiled and looked at the others: "Don't you all sit?"

Ding Junyuan really didn't have the mood to sit. Before entering the office, Wu Weiwei had already told him about the fucking things Zhu Peng did. Now he is burning with anxiety and just wants to solve the matter quickly and restore the peace of the carving room.

"Mr. Chen, you asked me to open the door, don't you want to catch ghosts? Isn't it a waste of time to stay like this?"

Wu Weiwei has become a brain-dead fan ever since he saw how powerful his brother Chen is. "My brother Chen is doing things, of course it is impossible to do useless work."

"I don't know if Mr. Ding still remembers the compass in Mr. Li's hand?" Chen Ling explained, "The earth binding spirit is not a soul in the true sense. Corner. As long as it is not cohesive, we will not be able to correctly identify her precise position, and naturally we will not be able to take offensive measures, only defensive."

"Then what should I do!" Ding Junyuan pulled his hair and said in pain, "Mr. Chen, to be honest, I, I also had nightmares before. Before I knew that there were Mrs. Zhu's ashes in the clay sculpture, I always thought that This is because the business is not good and the mental pressure is too high."

He paced around in a panic: "She attacked me before, Zhou Wenhui is dead, Zhu Peng is also entangled, will I be the next one?!"

"Thinking confused, panicky, easy to get caught." Chen Ling said calmly.

The effect of the three short sentences should not be underestimated. Ding Junyuan stopped immediately, leaned his body against the wall, and looked at the young man for help.

"Although the Earthbound Spirit has lost control after being stained with blood, as long as Zhu Peng is there, your life will not be in danger." To put it bluntly, Zhu Peng is the anger point of the Earthbound Spirit. If this point is not destroyed, anger is not enough. disappear or move.

Ding Junyuan settled down, looking at Zhu Peng as if looking at a thick shield.

Zhu Peng shrank to the side and moved towards the door calmly. Chen Ling gave Wu Weiwei a wink and told him to pretend he didn't see it. When he turned his eyes, he saw Jiang Yu picking up an orange from the fruit plate on the coffee table.

The orange was ripe, and the man's fingertips were reddened by the dark orange red. His two hands lightly pinched the two sides, and with a slight force, the orange was split into two, including the skin and flesh.

Jiang Yu handed half of it to Chen Ling: "Do you want to eat?"

Ready-made, do not eat for nothing.

Probably because they got along more, Chen Ling felt that the atmosphere between the two became more natural, nodded and sat down, took the hand and concentrated on eating.

Wu Weiwei was speechless. The last time he caught the evil ghost Chen Ge, he was grilling and playing cards. This time he was not nervous at all when he caught the ground binding spirit. He actually sat down and started eating.

He stared at the other half of the tangerine that was placed on the coffee table, swallowed it, sat down on the single sofa on the side, and stretched out his hand.

Seeing that he was about to touch it, the back of his hand suddenly felt like a needle prick, and he sharply raised his head to meet Shang Jiangyu's dry eyes.

The hand suddenly had its own consciousness, cleverly turned a corner, reached into the fruit plate, picked up the last rather shriveled orange, and peeled it bitterly.

Chen Ling ate half of it, with endless aftertaste. Just as he smacked his lips, the other half was handed to him.

He asked, "You don't want to eat?"

"Don't eat." Jiang Yu leaned closer, his lips almost touching the young man's ear, "I have no desire for food in Yangjian."

Chen Ling tilted his head, and rubbed the tips of his ears that were itchy by the man's breath with the back of his hand, "Then you still ask me to burn incense for you, that's something from Yangjian." I forgot about my plan to express my gratitude to my ancestors.

Taking a peek at Jiang Yu from the corner of his eye, he was glad that he didn't make a verbal promise, or this one would make it again.

"The purpose of offering incense is to deepen the cause and effect between you and me." Jiang Yu glanced at the young man's fingers stained with light orange juice, shifted his gaze an inch, and continued, "The deeper the cause and effect between you and me, the stronger the induction." The deeper it gets, when you are in danger, even if I am not in Yangshi, I can arrive in time."

Isn't this the space transition in science fiction movies?

You only need to know one coordinate, and you will be there with a whoosh.

Chen Ling stuffed the last piece of orange into his mouth, a little embarrassed, couldn't help but comment again in his heart:

The ancestors are really good at it, I have never seen such a good one.

But anyone who is not firm in his will, or controls his appearance, must have been unable to bear it long ago.

Chen Ling looked into Jiang Yu's eyes and discerned carefully, but the emotion in his eyes was still very light. He thought, the boss really took care of him as a junior, and it was a small benefit he gave to his fiancé.

"That..." Zhu Peng said tremblingly, "I want to go to the bathroom."

Wu Weiwei looked at Brother Chen, and seeing Chen Ling nodding in agreement, he put down the pitted oranges and stood up, "I'll go with you."

"Let him go by himself." Chen Ling said, "Sit down and finish eating the oranges."

Wu Weiwei rolled his eyes, sat back on the sofa obediently, and continued to peel his oranges.

Zhu Peng didn't expect things to go so smoothly, joy almost showed on his face, he touched his mouth that was almost grinning, opened the door lightly and walked out.

Because the doors and windows of the classrooms on both sides were opened, the corridor was brightly lit, which made people a lot more courageous.

Zhu Peng didn't go to the bathroom at all, but went to a studio on the second floor.There are many easels in the studio, and the white canvas is covered with a vast expanse of whiteness. On the desk not far away, there is a half-length plaster figure.

Zhu Peng pushed the plaster statue aside, stood on the podium, stood on tiptoes, and stretched his arms to reach the ceiling above.

There is a protruding handle on the ceiling, which was specially reserved for the passage from the ground to the interior of the ceiling for the convenience of workers to repair the air conditioner.

I tried a few times, but I couldn't reach it, so I had to jump to the ground cumbersomely, moved a chair and put it on the podium.

This time he stood up, just enough to reach the handle, he pulled down the passage cover, and there was a retractable metal staircase hidden inside, grabbed the rope and pulled down, the ladder fell to the ground.

Zhu Peng climbed up with the handrail of the ladder, and soon there was only one body exposed under the ceiling, so he didn't know that outside the studio, Chen Ling and Wu Weiwei watched the monkey play quietly.

The ceiling was pitch black, and only a little light from the entrance of the passage allowed him to barely see clearly. In the southwest direction, a small pagoda-shaped thing stood quietly.

His stout body gradually disappeared into the entrance of the passage, which made too much noise and attracted people from the office. Zhu Peng's every movement was cautious.

But the distance of three to five meters, he climbed for a full 10 minutes.

As he got closer and closer to that thing, Zhu Peng's breathing quickened due to excitement, and he subconsciously sped up his movements, stopping when his fingertips could touch it, and grabbed it.

Different from the hard feeling in my memory, the thing in my hand is soft and sticky, with a cold texture, like a ball of slime.

Tick, tick, tick.

The mud slipped from his hand and fell onto the ceiling tiles, and he heard the sound of thick mud crawling over the floor.

Zhu Peng opened his eyes wide in horror, his muscles trembled uncontrollably, but he couldn't mobilize his muscles to move even a little bit.

He felt that his limbs were fixed on an invisible wooden frame, like a clay sculpture, with a supporting skeleton hidden inside, invisible and intangible, but could easily determine the success or failure of the clay sculpture.

The sound of the mud gradually grew louder, and the small mass had expanded to present a huge black shadow, enveloping from all directions.

Something stuck to his feet, first the toes, then the ankles, calves, thighs, waist... all the way up, all the way to his chest.

Zhu Peng opened his mouth and couldn't make a sound. He felt his body start to lose control. He crawled into the corner inch by inch, and found a tool knife that the decoration worker might have forgotten to take away.

The rust on the utility knife can be felt with the pulp of the fingers. It should be a blunt blade, but it is unexpectedly sharp, easily cutting off a small piece of meat on the arm.

Zhu Peng's eyes were red with pain, tears and snot flowed sideways, but he couldn't control his hands.

The tears produced by cowardice and fear seemed to stimulate the emotions of ghosts, and laughter came from his ears. Immediately afterwards, he felt that all the mud covering his limbs gathered in his chest, and they condensed into a ball, forming a head, a The woman's head.

Even if this face turned into ashes, he would still recognize it. It was his wife who had passed away for a long time.

"Save..." Zhu Peng exerted all his strength, and could only squeeze out a weak moan from his throat.

"Save...life..." The same painful voice rang in my ears, it was a woman's painful cry, "Zhu Peng...save me..."

The tears of fear in Zhu Peng's eyes burst out and flowed out crazily. He wanted to shake his head and beg for mercy, but the other party refused to give him a chance.

The clay head stuck to his body came close to his eyes, and the red sticky tongue licked the tears on his face.

However, this alone could not alleviate the hatred of the earth binding spirit. She rolled up the tip of her tongue, and slowly bit Zhu Peng's eyelids with her teeth and tore them.

This reminded him of the scene when he hired someone to sculpt, because the eye sockets created by the master were not deep enough, so he personally pointed out that he hoped to use a utility knife to shave some more off the upper eyelids.

Except for the bitten eyelids, his hand holding the utility knife did not stop.

At this time, the arm has been cut uneven by the utility knife, as if it was eaten by a small animal.Blood trickled down his elbow, and some of it stained his clothes and mixed with the mud that stuck to his stomach and chest.

"I remember, you were like this at the beginning, let the clay sculptor cut off the flesh of my body little by little..." The clay sculpture head moved, moved from Zhu Peng's chest to his back, and appeared on his right shoulder , "I hurt so much, really hurt...I've been begging you, can't you hear me, can't you really hear me!"

The voice was so soft that it was creepy, and Zhu Peng felt that his eardrums were about to burst.

At this moment, he regretted so much that he pretended to be smart and sneaked out!

Without a response, the Earthbound Spirit's malice deepened, and she turned into a puddle of mud, crawling along Zhu Peng's shoulders up to his neck, slowly wrapping his face.

"Did you think about today when you pushed me down? Do you know how desperate I was when I asked you for help?"

The woman's voice was like a radio out of power, distorted and weird, "Those fish and shrimps are eating my toes, my skin, my eyes... It hurts, it really hurts..."

"You can also taste what I have experienced personally, okay?"

"say something……"

"OK……"

Zhu Peng's eyes were pitch black, and the whole world left him with only pain and fear. The breathing in his chest became less and less, the burning sensation became more intense, and his brain felt dizzy due to lack of oxygen.

Going one step further, consciousness will be swallowed by death... Zhu Peng's thinking collapsed, and he couldn't even tell whether he was in reality or hell.

But how can there be light in hell?

His chaotic brain was refreshed all of a sudden, and he found that the mud covering his head was fading away quickly, and his stiff and immobile limbs also regained their strength.

Turning over and sitting up, Zhu Peng looked at the entrance of the passage, the youth's eyes that were shining brightly from the light below.

Chen Ling held a half-burned yellow talisman between his fingers, and his eyes flickered from Zhu Peng to the dark corner.

The darkness created good concealment conditions for Yin Yin, and Chen Ling quickly climbed up to the ceiling.

Because of his height, he could only squat aggrievedly, holding the ink fountain thread he got from Wu Weiwei in his hand, and one end of the thread was tied with a nail.

With a vigorous throw, the nail flew straight into the depths of the darkness with the ink fountain line. It probably touched the steel rope used for the ceiling, and there was a clang sound, and then fell on the board, making a slight collision.

Knowing that he was saved, Zhu Peng crawled towards the entrance of the passage on both hands and feet. When he saw someone blocking the way, he raised his hand and pushed it away heavily, and crawled down in a panic.

Chen Ling has just listened to the full version below. There are many intermittent words between Zhu Peng and Di Fuling that are not clear, but it does not prevent him from diverging his thinking and filling in the missing parts.

Thinking of all those things, he felt angry, and even more angry when he was pushed and shoved by the other party unexpectedly and almost fell off.

Seeing that Zhu Peng was trying to grab his clothes to borrow his strength, he quickly dodged away without saying a word.

Zhu Peng took a chance, and before he had time to panic, his sturdy body rolled down the short ladder like a rubber ball.

The bloody corners of his eyes, which were torn to pieces, just hit the edge of the stool he moved earlier, and Chen Ling frowned at the miserable screams.