Before he could walk downstairs, Chen Shouyi heard Chen's mother's voice.

"It's really, it's too late for others to hide from such an evil thing. You're so eager to get over. You're really trying to get money."

"Mom!" Chen Xingyue held Chen's mother's arm and said coquettishly:

"I am a martial artist apprentice. What's there to be afraid of? They are all fine."

"What if that dirty thing can still recognize people?" Chen's mother said worriedly: "There is no one who dares to go even with relatives, why are you, an outsider?"

"At that time, can't I run away yet! If I can't even run away, it's not safe for me to stay at home. Mom, don't worry!"

"I'm so angry."

"Okay, okay, since you are going, then be careful tonight and take care of your brother," said Chen Dawei.

Chen Shouyi, who was watching Chen Xingyue joke about him, couldn't help but open his mouth when he heard this.

I'm already very awesome, okay?

But in the end, he didn't say anything.

After saying that, I thought you were bragging.

He decided in his heart that as soon as the social order was restored, he would go to the apprentice of warriors to be tested.

Don’t underestimate the identity of a warrior apprentice. It itself is a manifestation of social status.

To put it another way, it is equivalent to having political power in advance, enjoying corresponding powers and obligations, and having the identity of a militia.

Especially in small places like Dongning, if you have the identity of a warrior apprentice, others will often look up to you and always have awesome and envious eyes. This is an instinctive reaction of ordinary people in the face of powerful and powerful people who can easily take away their lives.

If Chen Xingyue hadn't been a martial artist apprentice, it wouldn't have been so easy for his parents to agree to go out.

Of course no one will come to invite her!

...

The cold moonlight is a slight coldness.

Two figures, one high and one low, one front and one behind.

The alley was very quiet, and only the footsteps of the two people could be heard clearly.

Chen Xingyue was wearing a cotton sportswear, carrying a sword box on her shoulders, and holding a mobile phone in her hand to illuminate the front.

Chen Shouyi looked at his cell phone and finally couldn't help asking.

"Why do you still have electricity?"

"You're charging on the car, don't you know?"

Chen Shouyi: “…”

If it weren't for Chen Xingyue's reminder, he would have forgotten that he could charge in the car.

...

The communities in this area are built with self-built European-style two-and-a-half-story houses, with a unique courtyard. Due to the unified planning, the community was uniformly drawn horizontally and vertically, and it did not look messy at all.

But his house is on the street, and he goes out to the street.

Chen Shouyi rarely walks around the community. Now he feels a little unfamiliar when he comes.

It was less than seven o'clock at this time, but there was no one on the streets of the community.

If it weren't for the faint lights in the houses on both sides, it would have made people suspect that everyone had fallen asleep early.

Uncle Wang’s house is easy to find.

His yard was covered with black tarpaulin, which was dark and creepy.

The iron gate of the yard is closed.

The two walked up to knock on the door, and only knocked twice, and the door opened quickly.

Opening the door was Wang Debiao's daughter-in-law Afen, a middle-aged woman in her forties, wearing a white mourning uniform and a black cloth flower on her chest.

She looked haggard and had a little deeper bags in her eyes.

Her eyes left a deep impression on Chen Shouyi, and they were eyes filled with panic.

However, anyone who encounters such a thing will probably not be at ease.

"Oh, Chen Xingyue, you are here, please come in quickly."

"Hello, Auntie." Chen Xingyue said.

Chen Shouyi also called out a name and walked in with Chen Xingyue.

The yard was filled with a faint smell of corpse stinking.

Very deserted, pitiful.

Except for Mr. Wang's brother and two sons, only Wang Debiao's daughter-in-law Afen, and the rest of the relatives did not come, obviously scared.

When several people saw Chen Xingyue, they seemed to see a life-saving straw and came over.

Uncle Wang's younger brother, an old man in his seventies or eighties, stood up from the seat, walked over tremblingly and said.

"Xingyue, it's up to you this time. Your martial artist apprentice has a strong yang energy, which is the most intimidating evil spirit. I hope my younger brother can live a little more peacefully today. We living people cannot withstand repeated tossing."

Most of the elderly believe in superstition, and what's more, they have to believe such things happen.

It was the first time Chen Xingyue faced this situation. She was a little at a loss and blushed: "This... I don't know if it's useful?"

"It doesn't matter if it's useless. We'll be relieved if you are there." Wang Debiao said with a smile.

The evil spirit that can be suppressed is a trivial matter, the key is to be able to strengthen courage.

"Yes, yes!" Uncle Wang's second son also echoed, for fear of scaring Chen Xingyue away: "Now my father's body is tied up, there is no danger."

"Sitting in the Stars and Moon!" Afen hurriedly greeted: "Don't stand even with Dawei's son."

I used my name to call my sister, but when I came here, I was someone's son.

The difference in titles represents the difference in the status of the two in the hearts of everyone.

Chen Shouyi didn't care, he had already gotten used to it.

"I'm here with Xingyue, I feel a little confused." Afen said with a forced smile, making tea and snacks.

Chen Shouyi replied perfunctorily.

...

The night is getting deeper.

Several people sat while drinking strong tea while chatting.

The sad atmosphere has long disappeared after these two days, and all it has was fear and anxiety.

As they were talking, the few people talked about what happened last night.

Yanyu seemed to regret it. He shouldn't have taken the body back, but he should have been left to the police.

How many people are talking to you, and I am.

Chen Shouyi also roughly restored the situation at that time.

It turned out that day, after Mr. Wang's body was shot down by the police, it became like a real corpse and fell to the ground motionless.

The police didn't know what to do with this. They didn't have this business and had never encountered such a strange thing.

Chen Shouyi guessed that these policemen were probably scared at that time.

Just then the family of the deceased came over. After explaining the situation, they asked the family to take it back.

Speaking of this, it was really twists and turns.

After hearing a few words, Chen Shouyi was silently dazed.

He glanced at Chen Xingyue, who was concentrating on playing games with his mobile phone.

I couldn't help but feel a little wrong. I had known that I should have brought this book here. Even if I recite the dictionary of the general language, it would be better than now.

He stood up a little bored and walked a few steps in the yard.

At this time, he looked at the mourning hall, couldn't help but be curious, so he walked over.

The others glanced at him, but did not stop him.

...

At this time, it was already twelve o'clock in the night, and the candlelight in the house was swaying, and it was dim and yellow. Two white wax waxes were jumping and burning on the desk, and most of them were burning.

The air was filled with the strange smell of corpse stinking and incense, and a white cloth tent was placed behind the desk.

And Mr. Wang's body was behind the cloth tent.

He subconsciously took his steps lightly, walked slowly across the cloth tent, and came to Uncle Wang's body to take a look.

The body was tightly tied to the bed by ropes, and the skin on it was sallow and without a trace of blood.

He was wearing a shroud and looked too wide when he was wearing it. It was obvious that the body muscles had atrophy.

The body has not been cleaned since it was retrieved last night.

The dusty dark gray shroud already has several bullet holes on it, and a dark wet trace can be seen at the wound.

Since the shroud was gray, he could not tell whether it was blood or the oil of the corpse.

In addition to the several bullet holes in the body, the most conspicuous wound is still on the head, a bullet shot from the cheek into the brain, leaving a terrifying black wound.

At this time, Chen Shouyi suddenly noticed a detail, his nails were a little black and dark.

Moreover, his fingers were moving slightly from time to time.
Chapter completed!