Relocation Brigade

Jiang Yu's eyes darkened, he lowered his head and pinched the young man's chin, and lifted it up slightly.

"Not enough." He approached with a hoarse voice, his lips were only millimeters away from Chen Ling's lip peak, "Kiss again in another place."

The breath belonging to another person has a strong sense of existence. Chen Ling felt that the place touched by this breath was slightly itchy, and crawled across his heart like ants, making him restless and wanting to run away.

But running is not his style.

These days elementary school chickens will not be shy and run away when they fall in love.

Chen Ling's face was still very red, but this did not affect the functioning of his brain.

He blinked, and suddenly raised his hand to pinch the man's ear, driving away the shyness in his heart in a forceful way, "Your ears are so red, can you bear another kiss?"

The young man's fingers were warm and his fingertips were soft. Jiang Yu let his ears be grabbed, but the muscles on his body tensed up due to the sudden physical contact.

His Adam's apple moved up and down, his eyes locked on the young man's rosy lips, his voice was very soft, coaxing, "What do you think?"

A plain sentence reveals some kind of unspeakable emotion that is restrained to the extreme.

Seeing that the soft earlobe between his fingertips was about to bleed red, Chen Ling was a little proud, but couldn't help being happy, and also had a kind of pride of taming a ferocious beast.

Smiling at the man, he let go of his hand, ignored the rhetorical question, and changed the subject, "Don't push yourself too hard, get down to business first."

As calm as his face was, the heart in his chest was as restless. Fearing that the sound of his heartbeat would break through the physical barrier and betray him, Chen Ling quickly turned around, opened the door and walked out before the man stretched out his hand to grab him. .

Jiang Yu was still standing where he was, touching the place where he had been kissed with his fingertips.

The young man's lips were soft and warm, but it made him feel like he was being burned.

This feeling ran all the way into his heart, spread all over his body, ironed his internal organs, made people excited, his blood boiled, he wanted to hug him into his arms, and bit his lips hard that made him unable to calm down.

This kind of impulse is strange, fresh, and exciting, so he can't help but want to taste it a few more times.

The corridor was dead silent, even the jacket on his body couldn't completely resist the chill in the air, goosebumps aroused on his exposed skin, but Chen Ling's chaotic heartbeat gradually calmed down.

He stood in the middle of the corridor, looking ahead, wondering which room the Wang family would put the corpse in.

Sensing someone approaching from behind, his heartbeat almost fluctuated again, he pursed his lips, took a deep breath to adjust his emotions, and then turned around, "Did Wu Weiwei know when you came?"

Jiang Yu lifted the bag in his hand, "Bring it."

Chen Ling glanced at his bulging backpack and reached for it, but the man avoided it.

"It's inconvenient to move around with a bag on your back. I'll help you carry it." Jiang Yu thought of something, and gently opened the zipper with his fingers, easily hooked out a stretchable stick, and passed it into the young man's hand, "Self-defense."

Chen Lingluo relaxed, took the telescopic stick, stuck it into his lower back, and hid it in his jacket.

Looking back at the rooms on both sides of the corridor, he asked Jiang Yu: "Is the son of the Wang family dead? You can feel the death, right? Where is he?"

"Basement." Jiang Yu is very sensitive to death and Yin Qi. Once he entered this villa, he could feel the smell of decay.

Similar to what he thought before, Chen Ling didn't answer: "Then let's go to the basement."

Jiang Yu followed behind, walking in a posture that could be called a stroll in the garden. In contrast, the bent figure in front of him seemed a little sneaky.

On the first floor, Mrs. Wang and Mr. Wang were still not seen. Just as Chen Ling was about to turn around and ask his ancestor if he knew the location of the basement, his nose suddenly felt itchy. Before he could cover his mouth, he sneezed heavily.

"Who!" Mrs. Wang's voice came out first, and then she ran out from a secret door.

Seeing that it was Chen Ling, the ferocious expression on her face changed instantly, "So it's Xiao Ming, why did you come down?"

Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, and realized later that Mrs. Wang couldn't see the man beside him at all, so she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll come down and get a glass of water." He looked around calmly and half-truthfully said, "Auntie, I heard a voice downstairs just now, did uncle come back?"

"Yeah, your uncle bought a lot of things back, and he plans to cook a big meal tonight, and treat you well." When Mrs. Wang was speaking, she reached behind her back and locked the door behind her.

Chen Ling smiled naturally as if he didn't see it, "Uncle is so kind."

Mrs. Wang: "We will be a family from now on, as it should be."

This is the second time that the family has been spoken out of this woman's mouth.

Chen Ling pretended not to understand the meaning, nodded shyly, and pointed to the kitchen, "Auntie, I'll pour the water first."

Mrs. Wang hurried over: "You don't know where the kettle is, let me help you."

Chen Ling froze for a moment, then nodded: "Thank you."

He sat at the dining table in the dining room, staring at the reflection on the smooth table, and was a little dazed. Mrs. Wang's ardor had a purpose. I don't know what she wanted to do by pouring water this time?

Jiang Yu stood behind him. Ever since he was kissed, his desire to get close to Chen Ling became stronger and more urgent.

He lowered his head, supported the back of the chair with both hands, his chin rested on the young man's hair unbiasedly, and with a light inhalation, he could smell the pleasant scent of the young man.

Chen Ling was pressed too tightly, the chill on his body was gradually dissipated, and his whole body began to heat up.

He raised his hand to support the man's chin, and freed his head. He was angry in his heart, and he would not be able to continue acting if he made such troubles again!

"You go and stand by the side, don't bother me." Chen Ling spoke coldly, and after finishing speaking, he gave the man a glare.

Jiang Yu: "..."

Just as Chen Ling was about to sit down again, his nasal cavity became sour, and a slight itchiness came again, and at the same time, there was tinnitus in his ears.

He immediately reacted and turned to look at Jiang Yu: "Dementor!"

"Don't be nervous, I have already restrained you, and it will have little impact on you." Just as Jiang Yu finished speaking, Mrs. Wang came out.

"Xiao Ming, warm water is okay?" Mrs. Wang walked to the dining table with the water in hand.

The water in the glass is very clear, it doesn't look like something has been left behind.

Mrs. Wang urged: "Watch what to do, drink."

Chen Ling looked up at her, picked up the cup obediently, and drank it.

Mrs. Wang clenched her fingers excitedly, "The water in our house has a sweet taste, so it's delicious. If you're still thirsty, Auntie will pour you another glass."

"No, thank you." Chen Ling thought it was nothing at first, but after hearing her words, he started to feel sick, and almost spit out the water he just drank.

At this time, there was movement in the direction of the living room.

Mr. Wang, who hadn't shown his face all this time, appeared. He was wearing a crumpled suit, the buttons of his jacket were casually opened, and there were some blood stains on his collar and white shirt.

Chen Ling looked down and saw that Mr. Wang's hands were also covered with blood, and one of his hands was holding a skinned meat rabbit that was dripping blood.

Seeing the young man looking at him, Mr. Wang stepped forward quickly, surprise burst out on his gloomy face, and he kept looking at the young man up and down.

After about two or three minutes, he finally looked away, his eyeballs trembled strangely, and he murmured in a low voice: "Okay, okay, it's really good, we Xiaoyue will definitely like it. There are so many of them, this must be Stay here, you must..."

Chen Ling didn't hear clearly, and asked politely, "Uncle, what did you just say?"

Mrs. Wang's complexion changed drastically, she pinched her husband's arm and pinched it hard, then she smiled and said to Chen Ling: "Your uncle said he was very happy that you could stay for dinner."

Fearing that her husband would stay and cause trouble, Mrs. Wang immediately pushed him into the kitchen.

Mr. Wang was still immersed in his satisfaction with Chen Ling's appearance, until he felt pain in his arm again, he quickly put away his smile, and returned to the gloomy appearance when he appeared.

Seeing that his mood had stabilized, Mrs. Wang looked back towards the direction of the dining room and asked, "Are you ready?"

Thinking of the next thing, Mr. Wang couldn't help grinning, showing his teeth blackened by tobacco and tea stains, "Get ready."

He rubbed his hands excitedly, pulled his wife closer to him, and whispered into her ear, "The master has done the calculations, this kid's horoscope is not right, and he can't calculate his life history. And the soul-stirring technique has also appeared." If there is a problem, that kid must have broken the talisman paper carelessly."

"Then, what should we do then?" Mrs. Wang asked anxiously, "Our son's body will almost be lost."

"Don't worry, Master has other methods." Mr. Wang squinted his eyes, and the evil time shot out from the gap between his eyelids.

"any solution?"

"It's so easy to make a person hate. It's not only the humiliating past that can stimulate his spirit." Mr. Wang's eyes were vicious, and his tone jumped up, "The master said that he felt the fifth and sixth The selected person has a problem, but God has the foresight to send a person to fill the vacancy. The master said, let us tie him up and lock him in the basement, and then follow the description in the sixth story. In that way, use a carving knife to carve beautiful patterns on his body..."

Mrs. Wang covered her mouth and was speechless.

Seeing her fear, Mr. Wang squeezed her shoulders with both hands, and said, "Don't be afraid, the master said that he could feel that this young man is very dark, and it is the most suitable so far, and it is also the most likely soul after death. The one who stays alive and can form a ghost marriage with our son."

Seeing that his wife was still shivering, Mr. Wang persuaded: "As long as our son can reincarnate with peace of mind, our efforts will not be in vain. What's more, this is probably the last person. As long as the person outside dies, both our son and us will be relieved." .”

"If you are still not at ease... After the big deal is over, let's pay homage to those who died, and then secretly help their families. After all, we are accumulating blessings for our son."

Mrs. Wang is still afraid, as long as she thinks that she will cut the flesh of the young man with her own hands, leaving behind a pattern soaked in blood... When she thinks of the hatred in the young man's eyes looking at her, she can't stop shaking. trembling.

But as soon as she heard the word son, she felt that she was full of courage, and this courage could overcome all worldliness and bottom lines.

She bit her lower lip nervously, made a decision, closed her eyes and said slowly: "I just poured him a glass of water, and put sleeping pills in it. I originally wanted to lock him up while he fell asleep. Now it comes in handy."

The Wang family's original plan was to lock the stunned person in the room, let the young man leave after the master further deepened the paper rose hidden in the red jacket.

Mr. Wang: "Go out and watch him."

Chen Ling had already heard Jiang Yu tell the whole picture of the plan discussed by the couple in the kitchen.

He pretended not to know anything, propping his forehead with one hand, looking drowsy.

Mrs. Wang who walked to the door of the kitchen saw this scene, she was stunned for a moment, her brows showed joy, she walked over at a faster pace, and asked softly, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

Chen Ling responded vaguely: "Dizziness."

"You must have caught a cold. Auntie will take you upstairs to rest." Mrs. Wang grabbed Chen Ling's arm and helped him up.

After being sent upstairs, Chen Ling lay down on the bed, his mind, which was still sober at first, was really dazed at this moment.

Jiang Yu touched his forehead, "Sleep, with me."

Chen Ling nodded, turned over, and buried his head in the quilt.

Under the effect of sleeping pills, sleep became very heavy, my mind was pitch black, I couldn't see or hear, and my thinking stopped.

Chen Ling felt that his body was light and slightly weak.

He struggled to break free from his drowsiness, and before he could fully open his eyes, he saw clusters of orange halos.

It's a candle.

At this time, he was sitting on a chair with his hands and feet bound.

Jiang Yu was still standing beside him, with his fingertips resting on his shoulders.

Seeing someone wake up, the man leaned over, put his cheek against his side, and said, "I know you want to do it yourself, concentrate on it, and I will protect the law for you."

What kind of fight is it, the hands are not... Chen Ling was taken aback, the few ropes that bound him had been untied by Jiang Yu at some point, the seemingly firm binding, but in fact it would be released as soon as he pulled.

As long as the hands and feet can move, everything else is easy.

Chen Ling quickly stood up and shook his numb hands and feet a few times, then took off the coat that made him feel very uncomfortable, and threw it into a corner on the ground where the light could not reach.

What he is currently in is an empty basement. There is nothing on his side. On the other side blocked by a thin white gauze curtain, there is a bed with a person lying on it, surrounded by small jumping flames. .

Chen Ling guessed that those should be everlasting lamps lit for the dead.

"Is anyone there?" Not long after Chen Ling's voice fell, there were footsteps outside the thick iron door behind him. He quickly sat back on the chair and asked Jiang Yu to wrap his hands and feet again for him.

A few bangs.

A Taoist priest in a yellow robe and with hair in a bun unlocked the anti-theft lock on the iron door, opened the door and walked in from behind Chen Lingzheng.

He came in with several overlapping trays in his hand, and stopped when he passed by, with a malicious smile on the face of the sharp-billed monkey: "Little friend, you are awake."

Looking down at Chen Ling's clothes, his eyebrows frowned, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

The evil way didn't think too deeply, and raised his hand to press on the other's shoulder, "Don't worry, when these things are arranged, we will hold the ghost marriage ceremony."

Chen Ling moved his wrist behind his back a few times, stood up suddenly, and swung his fist without saying a word.

Xie Dao was caught off guard and fell to the ground on the spot.

He blinked a few times, realized what was going on, immediately took out a paper figurine from his clothes, bit his finger and drew a talisman on it, and shouted: "Get up!"

The next second, the thing that was lying on the bed suddenly got up, tore the curtain and rushed over.

Chen Ling saw clearly that it was a corpse that was not too fresh.

Because of the long-term cryopreservation, the body's complexion was pale and stiff, and its eyes were dull, but it was extremely powerful.

Because Chen Ling just dodged when he was attacking head-on, he jumped into the air and slammed his head into the wall, punching a hole forcibly.

Jiang Yu's calm voice came: "It is the technique of controlling corpses. It is written in blood on the yellow paper with the date of birth of the deceased to draw symbols, which can control the movement of the corpse. The method of cracking is very simple. If the controlled corpse is completely killed, the controller will Backlashed. You don’t need to do it yourself, he will die suddenly.”

At first, the corpse control technique was only used to drive away corpses. A talisman and a bell can drive corpses hundreds or even thousands of miles away to their distant hometowns.

A long time ago, there were people who specialized in this business, and they were called corpse exorcisers.

Although these people deal with the dead, they are respected because they can bring people who died in foreign lands back to their hometowns to reunite with their loved ones.

But the evil way of controlling corpses is obviously not the kind that should be respected.

With a cold expression, Chen Ling pulled out the telescopic stick from his back, swung it hard, the stick lengthened, and hit the dead body head-on between the eyebrows.

The corpse didn't look very good when it died, with heavy makeup on its face. He didn't know the pain, and raised his hand to hold the telescopic stick, wanting to snatch it.

Xie Dao stood aside, staring at Chen Ling gloomily.

He didn't realize until now that the Wang family and his wife were cheated!

This young man probably came here following several other suicide cases. It is a fucking lie that he wants to write novels and has a cowardly personality!

This life-or-death thing is clearly following the trend, trying to find out where his spell is being performed!

The more the evil way thought about it, the more angry it became, and the hand holding the talisman paper became more and more forceful. After muttering a mantra in his mouth, he yelled: "Destroy!"

Chen Ling immediately felt that the attack power and speed of the corpse had increased.

He doesn't have much strength, and it's a bit difficult to cope with it.

He turned his head and shouted into the air: "Amulet paper!"

Jiang Yu showed up, opened his bag and took out a few exorcism talismans and body talismans, and stuffed them into the young man's palm from behind.

Chen Ling waved his arm, and a piece of talisman flew straight out.

Xie Dao looked sullen, the paper figurine in his hand was turned sideways by him, and the body that was upright and stunned to slam into Chen Ling also turned sideways, and the forehead and the paper talisman brushed with a distance of millimeters.

Chen Ling gritted his teeth, looked down at the telescopic stick in his hand, and neatly folded off the front, throwing it to Jiang Yu.

The whip head slid out from the bottom of the hollow handle and stuck on the end of the handle. The whip body with red tassels hung windingly by the feet, like a tamed and quiet poisonous snake.

Before Xie Dao recovered from Jiang Yu's appearance out of thin air, he saw a whip thrown towards his face.

He cursed secretly, leaned back, then turned over and jumped to the head of the bed.

There was a small tablet in that place, with the words "Wang Kaiyue's Spirit Tablet" written on it, and besides that, there was a censer whose fragrance had been burned out.

The tablet was dark, as if it had been painted many times, but Chen Ling knew that it was not paint, but blood, chicken, duck, goose, pig, cattle, sheep, or even human blood.

This is feeding ghosts to "eat" and raising ghosts.

Not only was the dead son of the Wang family not reincarnated, but he was enshrined and raised.

With just such a strange operation, I still want to make people get married and go to reincarnation, let's have a dream of Spring and Autumn!

Sooner or later!