Why not human! [Quick travel]

He signaled to the people going to the escort agency to leave first, but they said they would wait, anyway, it was already noon, so it was not too late, so they simply waited for the two of them to come back before setting off together.

Leave the little zombie and the black dog in the inn, and the two went to Yu Zhengpin's residence together.

There is no need to inquire all the way, just follow the direction of the welcoming team last night, and from a distance, you can see a family with the word "囍" pasted on the front door, and a white cloth hung on the door before they can evacuate in the future.

Walking to the door, I ran into a person head-on.

"Who are you, and what are you doing at my son-in-law's house?" asked the plump, well-proportioned, wealthy man with a small beard. Judging from his tone, he seemed to be Zhang Yuanwai.

His tone was not very kind, as if he didn't want anyone to disturb his son-in-law.

This kind of unkindness is more aimed at Ming Chen, or...his Taoist attire.

Ming Chen casually made a gift to him, and replied: "You must be Mr. Zhang. I heard that last night was the ghost marriage between Mr. Zhang's youngest daughter and Yu Zhengpin. The seven orifices in the bridal chamber bleed to death, poor way..."

Seeing that every time Ming Chen said something, Zhang Yuanwai's fat face turned black, Luo Zheyu suddenly reached out and grabbed Ming Chen, signaling him not to continue talking.

"Sorry, we just wanted to offer our condolences."

Zhang Yuanwai looked gloomy, and glanced at both of them, seeing that both of them were extraordinary in appearance, one was better than the other, after all, he didn't say anything, hummed softly, turned around and left with his stomach straight.

"Brother Luo, what did you drag me to do?"

"You suspect that Yu Zhengpin's death is related to the youngest daughter of the Zhang family."

"Indeed, how do you know?"

"Everyone can see it."

"Then what does this have to do with you holding me back just now?"

"...If Yu Zhengpin's death was done by the ghost of the youngest daughter of the Zhang family, what will you do?"

"Yin and yang are separated, and yin and yang cannot intervene in the affairs of the yang, not to mention that even if Yu Genuine behaves indiscreetly, he will not be guilty of death, but if it breaks her soul, it will be too much..."

Ming Chen thought for a while, then raised her head and said, "I will take her soul and forcibly save her."

"Mr. Zhang dotes on his little daughter very much."

"Oh~ I see, he thought it was his little daughter who did it, and he was afraid that I would harm his little daughter's ghost!"

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The mourning hall was completely white, and Yu Zhengpin's family members knelt and sat on the ground mournfully, wearing sackcloth and filial piety, and burning paper money in the brazier.

From time to time, a gust of wind blows in, blowing the white cloth up.

Luo Zheyu and Ming Chen pretended to be Yu Zhengpin's former friends, put incense sticks in front of the memorial tablet, and told his family that they wanted to see Yu Zhengpin for the last time.

Yu Zhengpin's family led them to the coffin placed in the center of the mourning hall.

The coffin lid was set aside, not yet closed.

The groom seen from the window of the inn last night was lying upright in the coffin, stiff and lifeless.

His eyes were closed tightly, his hair was neatly stuck to the back of his head, his eyes were blue and black, his lips were purple, his face was pale, but clean, and there was not a single trace of blood on his body. Obviously, his family had tidied up his remains.

With this appearance, there are no traces of "bleeding from the seven orifices" that passers-by say.

Ming Chen suddenly pointed to the position of Yu Genuine's head.

In that place, there were a few wisps of Yin Qi remaining on it, which had not completely dissipated.

Yu Zhengpin's death was indeed inseparable from Yinhun.

Ming Chen suddenly stretched out her hand, her index finger and middle finger were close together and straightened, her ring finger and little finger were bent, her thumb was pressed on it, and the fingertips were on the forehead of the real product.

"You, what are you doing!"

Yu Zhengpin's family members looked at him in surprise.

The fingertips touched the genuine product's forehead, but stayed for two or three seconds, then Ming Chen withdrew her hand as if nothing had happened.

"It's nothing, I saw a stain and wiped it off for him." He prevaricated casually.

"I am sorry for your loss."

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The two left Yu Zhengpin's home and were on their way back to the inn.

"Yu Zhengpin's soul is not in his body, nor can he be seen around."

Ming Chen's actions just now were to check whether Yu Zhengpin's soul stayed in the body.

For a person who dies suddenly like this, the soul will not leave the surrounding body in a short period of time, but there is no trace of the genuine soul.

It is very likely that someone took it away, or... was swallowed.

"I want to summon the soul."

Ming Chen paused and said suddenly.

Calling back the soul, what is called is the soul of the dead.

In order to summon the specified soul, at least one needs to know the name, date of birth, and date of death of the deceased.

What he wanted to recruit was the soul of the youngest daughter of the Zhang family, but the two of them didn't even know her name. Even if they knew the secret information such as the name and birth date, only relatives would know it, so they rushed to ask Zhang family, it is obviously difficult to get an answer.

If the other party has a bad temper, maybe they can still fight.

Ming Chen frowned and pondered, walking forward, thinking hard, how to get the birthday horoscope of Zhang's youngest daughter, so as to recruit her soul.

"You might as well go and see the widow first."

Luo Zheyu grabbed his head and walked in disorder. Ming Zhen, who didn't know which alley he was going to turn into, dragged him, turned and walked in another direction.

"Hey..." Ming Chen leaned back, frantically walking backwards following Luo Zheyu's steps.

"Do you know where the widow's house is?" He grabbed Luo Zheyu's hand holding his collar and asked.

"Zhendong, the waiter mentioned it last night."

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The widow's house is not big, but its location is a bit remote. It is separated from the surrounding neighbors' houses by a certain distance, and stands alone on the side.

Several pagoda trees in the courtyard are lush and lush, with luxuriant branches and branches sticking out of the courtyard wall.

Some of the vermilion gates with peeling paint were partially concealed, and the house was very quiet, with no sound coming out.

"Knock knock knock."

Luo Zheyu stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Squeak—" The door opened without wind, slowly opening a gap.

No one in the house answered the knock on the door.

"Is anyone home?"

"Huh—" Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the painted door was completely blown open, and the door panel hit the wall inside the house, making a clanging sound.

The door was open, as if inviting and urging them in.

There was a strong yin in that wind.

It seems that they found the right place.

Due to the opening of the gate, the entire house was exposed to the two people's sight. The courtyard was very empty, except for the withered yellow weeds growing in the corners and the locust tree in the courtyard, there was no decoration.

The door of the room facing the gate of the house is also open.

It was clearly broad daylight, but the room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen, even though the door was open, the sunlight did not shine in.

In the whole house, there was a gloomy atmosphere, as if covered with a layer of cold and lonely gray mist.

Luo Zheyu and Ming Chen looked at each other and walked into the courtyard.

"Bang!"

The dark wind blew, and the door behind him was suddenly closed, and it was tightly closed.

The two of them walked straight towards the room with the door wide open without even looking back.

That place is the strongest.

A gray fog gradually formed in the courtyard, and the fog became thicker as the two of them approached the house step by step.

Until you can't see your fingers.

The thick fog separated the two, Luo Zheyu and Mingzhen could no longer see each other with their naked eyes, but they didn't panic.

Whispering voices sounded in the dense fog, sometimes near and then far away, sometimes far away in the sky, and sometimes close at hand.

The voice was like an old man panting, women laughing low, men whispering, children laughing and babies crying.

Messy and chaotic, weird and impermanent.

Accompanied by the sly laughter, a gust of dark wind blew behind Luo Zheyu.

The wind brought up the blue silk hanging behind her, fluttering and flying in all directions.

Luo Zheyu was indifferent to the bleak wind blowing, with her back straight, she walked step by step towards the house that had been shrouded in gray mist and had the strongest yin energy.

"Hee hee hee……"

The sly laughter sounded again.

In the gray mist behind him, a figure quietly emerged, with a bright smile on his face, staring at Luo Zheyu's direction with resentment.

She looked like she was made of paper, a little rough, and the traces of bamboo supports supporting her body were very obvious.

Pale skin, bright red lips and cheeks, eyebrows, eyes and facial features drawn with a pen, clothes attached to the body, painted with bright red paint, as red as blood.

With both hands resting on his sides, the palm is a whole, and only the lines of the five fingers are roughly drawn with a pen.

Except for the venomous look in his eyes, he is no different from the paper pierced people buried at the funeral.

When another gust of wind blew behind Luo Zheyu, the paper pricked man was also blown up by the wind, and drifted unsteadily towards Luo Zheyu.

Luo Zheyu was surrounded by gray fog, walking on the road that could have been reached in a few steps, but now it was infinitely extended, and seemed to be completely ignorant of the paper-stitched man floating behind him.

The paper piercing man flew over lightly, and slowly raised his hands.

Her body was going to be attached to Luo Zheyu's back, and her paper hand pinched towards Luo Zheyu's neck from behind.

a little closer...

With well-defined joints, a slender jade-like hand suddenly stretched out from the thick fog, grabbing the palm that had been stretched out by the paper piercer, and drew five fingers with a brush.

With only a little force, the paper pricking man lost control of his body and was pulled away by the owner of that hand.

Luo Zheyu pulled the Zhizharen to the front, glanced slightly, grabbed the Zhizharen's waist with his right hand, and grabbed the Zhizharen's legs with his left hand, folded them together, folded them again, and finally rolled them up with his hands.

"what!!"

There was a scream that didn't sound like a human voice from the paper ball.

Luo Zheyu held a huge, brightly colored paper ball in red and white.

After weighing it twice, it seems that the paper ball is not tight enough, so I knead it in my hand and compact it.

Luo Zheyu turned a deaf ear to the constant weeping and weeping in the paper ball.

He didn't stop until the paper ball was more than doubled in size.

Hold it in your hand and hold it high above your head.

Accumulate.

Throw, launch!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

A sound of unknown meaning came out from the ball of paper, and it flew quickly through the air, entering the gray mist, without being seen.

The paper ball with the infinite power of the zombies flew all the way, rampaging, startling ghosts and monsters.

Miserable cries kept ringing along the flight path of the paper ball.

It wasn't until there were loud "bang, bang" sounds that the tattered paper ball seemed to break through the wall, and then it lost its strength and rolled to the ground.

The entire gray fog trembled and fell silent.

All kinds of strange and complicated voices disappeared one after another.