Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Most people don't understand how profitable this business is, but they must know how smelly it is.

The higher the sun, the big manure pond... well, I won't describe it in detail.

In short, the stench is overflowing, and the flies dance.

No need to list to drive people, idlers know they can avoid it. Therefore, this place is usually deserted, after all, which idleness will provoke the aroma of fermentation after the reincarnation of grains?

Only one morning and one night, the workers who sell Yexiang, carrying burdens, or pushing the trolley, sway around, sprinkling Yexiang, and they are in an endless stream.

But today, two strange strangers were squeezed in.

One officer, one scholar, the two squatted on the edge of the waterway and frowned at the dung water that was spilled all the way.

These two are naturally Li Changan and Bo Tzuyu.

...

This time I finally didn't make a fuss.

Found the mud!

However, it was still a step slower.

The dung collectors who came and went stepped on the traces long ago, and the dung water spilled along the road mixed up the residual smell.

Although it can be confirmed that the monster is indeed a ghost, and it did come ashore from here, it is difficult to know the specific whereabouts.

As a last resort.

Taoist priests had no choice but to bite the bullet and sacrifice Chonglongyu.

In an instant.

A sea of ​​shit and dung is coming!

Li Changan wandered around the dung pond tremblingly.

Finally, with a cold face, he patted Bo Tzuyu on the shoulder, then ran away and washed his nose.

As for the monsters, they still haven't been found.

…………

Bo Ziyu was anxious.

As long as the ghost dared to spit a bubble in the dung pool, he could jump in and fish out the monster.

It's a pity that the monster was not in the dung pool, so he lost the opportunity to swim, so he had to get angry with a bunch of vines on the side of the road.

But suddenly.

He gave a sharp shot, his eyes stuck to a passerby, unable to move his eyes.

This man is also a night scent collector, with shabby clothes and disheveled hair, pushing a small cart with a big dung bucket on it, and pushing the cart stumbling around.

The movements are awkward and unfamiliar, but which profession does not have a novice? Not suspicious.

However, Bo Tzuyu became more suspicious the more I looked, and the more suspicious he became.

Weird.

The collection of night incense started before dawn, and the sun is already high now. It is said that the manure collectors everywhere in the city have already completed the work. Why is this person so lagging behind?

Weird.

He came out of the cesspool. The bucket should be empty. Why did the ruts are so deep, and the car was pushed up and down, but it didn't spill a drop of juice?

My mind is still wondering, but my steps have been consciously embellished.

The feces collector seemed to have noticed him too, and suddenly, speeded up.

Bo Tzuyu was not surprised but rejoiced.

"stop!"

With a loud roar, he threw his legs away and caught up with him.

The manure collector is not slow, and he can walk like flying while pushing a small car, so Bo Ziyu can't get hold of it.

However, this person is a little rusty in the craftsmanship of carts after all. He just chased into an alley and did not see the road conditions. The wheels ran on the roadside and the bluestone bounced up, and the people and the cart fell to the ground.

And the dung bucket on the car immediately overturned, rolling out a dripping corpse!

Bo Tzuyu was taken aback for a moment.

Soon.

It seemed like a firecracker was stuffed in his mind.

"boom."

It exploded.

He forgot the yellow talisman on hand, and even the saber on his waist, yelling strangely, and leaped forward, subconsciously using the fighting skills that he had worked hard in his youth: stroke his hair with one hand and the other. Dig out the crotch.

At the beginning, he took advantage of it, but immediately, he felt that the opponent burst out with a terrifying force, almost to tear him up, but the force came and went quickly, let him The trance only thought it was an illusion.

Quickly press the opponent under her body, press her face into the ground to eat the dirt, and cut her hands behind her back.

After doing all this, when he looked up, the Taoist priest stood in front of him with a dazed expression.

"Look at Dao Master!" Bo Ziyu was so excited that his tongue trembled, "I caught it!"

"What?"

"monster!"

"But..." Li Changan scratched his head, "This layman is a human."

Karma?

Bo Tzuyu's expression suddenly stiffened.

Hastily turned the face of the man below him, only one glance, but his eyes were rounded.

"Zhou Huai!"

…………

It is still a cesspool.

But not as deserted as before.

Dozens of feces collectors and catchers are gathering here, enduring the stench and **** poison, and dragging corpses one after another from the mud.

After reading it in silence, Li Changan turned and walked into a nearby residential or temporary prison.

"how?"

Bo Ziyu replied angrily: "This fellow still never spoke a word."

Li Changan frowned, his eyes turned to the corner.

There, Zhou Huai, the scholar with a far-reaching name, the eldest son of the Zhou family, and the "resurrected" Zhou Huai sat cross-legged in silence.

"Isn't this guy really changed from that monster?"

Young catching fast is unwilling.

Li Changan shook his head: "There is no evil spirit in him."

"Then this guy was confused by the monster."

"The light in the eyes is clear and clear, and there is no sign of being confused."

"Then why doesn't the dog say half a fart!"

Bo Tzuyu was anxious and angry.

He had fought his life and caught the "monster", who thought he was Zhou Huai. It was Zhou Huai. He was looted by the monsters and carried the corpse sneakily. The eight achievements were instructed by the ghosts, and he should know where the ghosts are now.

Unexpectedly, the fight was caught, and he went to the Ming Palace to send an officer to collect the corpse. Most of the day passed, and he didn't spit out a word.

"Even if you don't care that monsters continue to harm people, you should know that your family is killed by monsters. It is good for you. Instead of revenge, you protect the monster!"

Bo Tzuyu gritted his teeth, the saliva and stars were all on fire, but Zhou Huai didn't even lift his eyelids.

Li Changan shook his head at this time.

"Because we, no, I was wrong in the beginning."

"Last night, based on my usual experience, I only determined that the monster broke into Zhou's house from outside, and after the murder, he rolled his body and left. But I forgot that Xiaoshui is different."

"Bo Lay." Li Changan asked Bo Tzuyu suddenly, "Do you know Aunt Tiger."

"Is that the monster who pretends to be a mother-in-law and eats people?"

"It's the demon, but it's not an impersonation." Tao Shi paused, "Aunt Hu was originally a woman."

At this point, he left behind the surprised and dazed Bo Ziyu, and turned to Zhou Huai in the corner.

"Eight corpses were dragged out of the dung pond. In addition to your relatives, there are also two beggars living nearby, but there is no corpse of your commander alone."

"I think you are not shielding the monsters, but your father."

The light in the small room was dim. In Bo Ziyu's shock and Zhou Huai's silence, Li Changan slowly confided:

"My father is a ghost!"

This statement came out.

Bo Tzuyu's shock was irrelevant, but Zhou Huai, who had been silent, raised his eyes, smiled, and buried his face again.

"You bastard!"

Seeing this look, Bo Tzuyu was furious again, grabbed him with a big stride, and grabbed him by the collar.

"When Grandpa Nai rewards you with seventeen or eight punches, it will beat you so hard that you will not say anything!"

The implication is that if you don't listen to all the good things, you have to be tortured.

Taoist priests have no reason to object, and Bo Tzuyu has raised his fist.

"stop!"

It was the leading official last night, the replacement for Xing's head in the rumor, shyly put his belly in the door, bumped into Bo Tzuyu's movements, and hurriedly scolded.

"Zhou Langjun is a noble man with great fame and fame, but are you able to beat and scold it indiscriminately while waiting for an underservant?"

Bo Tzuyu was anxious.

"Head of the team..."

Well, it's "team leader" not "head-catching". Once these two words are spoken, the Taoist priests will know that the ball is finished without listening to the following words.

as predicted.

The new head catcher immediately jumped, not to mention torture, but also to drive the two out of the room.

As for Bo Tzuyu's words, "If ghosts run around, innocent lives will die soon", he doesn't listen to them. It's better to come here than to offend Shilin if you want to die. It's just that Bo Tzuyu couldn't see the power of it, so he still argued with him.

But if the mouth is able to solve everything, why should a person have a pair of fists?

Li Changan moved his wrists a few times in silence. Sometimes, it was inevitable to use some unconventional methods.

Just when he was going to put it into action.

However, he saw a stranger catching quickly and quietly approaching the arguing two, turning their wrists, and there were two more short needles. In response to the surprised gaze of the Taoist priest, his lips moved silently.

"it's me."

Li Changan: "..."

I had no choice but to reply with his gaze: Please.

But also at this time.

Bo Tzuyu patted his forehead suddenly.

"Why did I forget!"

He first glanced at Zhou Huai in disgust, then turned around and said in a low voice, hurriedly:

"I heard that this servant loves to talk about metaphysics and Taoism, and his family has respected Taoism for generations. I waited for the officer to ask him. He held his own identity and disdain to speak. What if it is a profound Taoism?"

This is a good way.

Li Changan couldn't help nodding.

Zhou Huai refused to reveal the hiding place of the ghost due to his filial piety. But after all, his family was destroyed overnight, and under his calm appearance, was there really no waves?

but.

What are you doing looking at me?

My wild Taoist is here.

The Taoist catalogs are not fully memorized.