Huangliang Inn

The judge is a bit lenient.

Gengchen made it clear that he would not give way, he would definitely not be able to fight, and it didn't make sense, so he went back empty-handed like this, and he also couldn't explain to Yan Luo in the hall.When in a dilemma, I wish I could pick up the hammer and order villains one by one for the colleagues who set up the trap.Anyway, his ancestors were sorcerers, so he is familiar with this business.

"God..."

As soon as the divine word was uttered, the soul-inducing lamp suddenly became strange.The judge hastily stretched out his sleeves, and found that the wick was jumping, the light of Youlan was stained with blood red, and the white smoke condensed into long chains, pointing directly at Geng Chen's back.In the middle of the journey, it suddenly turned and pointed to the west.

According to the point of the white smoke, a tinge of black and red loomed in the gloomy sky.

"Damn!"

Since the target showed up, the judge couldn't let it go.

He didn't see the true face of the target before, and Geng Chen blocked the way, so it's not easy for him to force his way.Now that the ghosts are taking the initiative to show up, the matter is under the jurisdiction of the underworld, even though Geng Chen is the Supreme God and the honor of Yinglong, he can't violate the law of heaven to stop him.

"God, I'm sorry."

The judge cupped his hands again, held the soul lamp in vain, locked the direction of the resentment, broke through the rain curtain with his body, and went straight to catch up.

Not long after the judge left, the door of the inn was pushed open, Ugly Six poked his head out carefully, not daring to meet Geng Chen's gaze, and said cautiously: "Yan Jue asked the little one to give Shangshen a message, and he will solve the matter."

After all, he didn't dare to see Geng Chen's reaction at all, quickly retreated to the inn, hid behind the counter, and didn't dare to show his head again.

"Will it be resolved?"

White fingers clenched the handle of the umbrella, and then let it go.

The black umbrella surface slid over the gold pattern, and the rainwater slid down the edge of the umbrella, seeming to be stained with gold stars.

Standing quietly in the rain for a moment, Geng Chen didn't enter the inn again, nor did he go after the judge, but stepped on his long legs, walked across the stone road washed by the rain, and disappeared behind the rain.

The domineering Yinglong spirit disappeared, and Ugly Six finally let out a sigh of relief.Not daring to be envious of Yan Jue's fine wine, he could only take out the conch shell, toss it up and down, and occasionally knock on the shell to divert his attention.

"What is the relationship between these two dragons?"

Ugly Six really can't figure it out.

If it's not good, who dares to tease Geng Chen like this?Died seven or eight hundred times early.To put it bluntly, how should we define it in today's situation?

Those who don't know the inside story only know that Yan Jue has been obsessed with Gengchen for 3000 years, but he has never been able to get what he wanted.However, she vaguely felt that Yan Jue was chasing after Geng Chen, shouting that he liked him, and the inside story might not be as simple as it appeared on the surface.

"Mirage Dragon, Ying Long."

Ugly Six was lying on the counter, with his chin resting on his forearm, and he was twirling the conch with his fingers.She sneered for a long time, she was a little monster in the sea, trying to find out the dispute between the two dragons, she was really full and she was too overwhelmed.

The conch was thrown back and forth first, and then pushed back and forth a few times. It was really unbearable, and protested from the shell.

Don't want to be pushed back by Ugly Liu just as he pokes out the shell.

"What's the matter, dissatisfaction? It's your good fortune to be taken care of by Lao Tzu. If you dare to protest again, I will throw you to the hawkfish. Believe it or not, I will eat you raw tonight."

The conch was instantly quiet.

The snail was under Yu's hand, so he had to bow his head, it endured!

Ximing Sanatorium in the western suburbs of Anshi

This sanatorium covers an area of ​​more than [-] mu. It was built by a local wealthy family a hundred years ago.During the war, it was used as a garrison hospital, and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was converted into a nursing home.

There is a five-story building on the east side of the sanatorium. In addition to the medical staff, there are special guards guarding it to treat some special patients.

The middle-aged man who was chased by a female ghost at the subway station and made a fuss in the newspapers is now living on the second floor, in a separate ward to the south.

Due to his "spiritual" problems, the man was not allowed to leave the room alone. He could only temporarily enter the courtyard with the company of a nurse, walk around a few times, and relax.If the situation is slightly wrong, they will be sent back to the room immediately.

In the event of continuous rain, such treatment will also be cancelled.Can only be locked in the room, staring at the noise on the TV in a daze.

Unlike when he was at the subway station, there was no madness on the man's face, but a sickly gloomy look.

The door of the ward was pushed open, and the nurse walked in with a cart and hoisted the liquid medicine high.Checking the man's right hand, he found some swelling, and was about to change the indwelling needle for him, when he was kicked on the waist suddenly.

"Ring the bell!"

The nurse fell to the ground, and the nurse rushed forward immediately to control the man.

There was a rush of footsteps in the corridor, and the door of the ward was opened. A middle-aged woman and two young men rushed in. Seeing the situation in front of them, instead of helping to suppress the man, they tore the nurse away.

"What's going on, what are you doing?!"

When the guard heard the bell, the middle-aged woman opened the purse, took out an envelope and handed it to the visitor, and whispered a few more words.The latter saw the contents of the envelope, suppressed the sudden anger, and helped the nurse to leave together.

"They beat people...that's all..."

A vague voice came from outside the door, and the four people in the ward didn't care at all.

The middle-aged man leaned against the head of the bed, glanced gloomyly at his wife and two sons, and asked, "How's the matter?"

"Everything that needs to be done has been done." The woman sat on the side of the bed and said, "The previous things are easy to deal with, and you don't have to worry about things in the company. It's the one who was hit to death, and the family is making trouble."

"Trouble? What's the trouble?"

"They said they wanted to contact reporters to expose them."

The middle-aged man sneered and said with a distorted expression: "I don't know what to do! If you make trouble again, let their family go underground to reunite."

"Dad, it's hard to do anything now. There was a lot of movement before, and many people were staring at it."

"Don't worry, wait for me..."

Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, the door of the ward was knocked once, twice, and three times.

The incandescent lights on the roof flickered suddenly, and the half-open windows suddenly closed.

The infusion bag hanging above began to shake, and the bed also swayed accordingly.

"what happened?!"

"Who is pretending to be a ghost!"

The middle-aged man had already told his wife and children what happened to him, but the latter half-believed him. In addition, after being admitted to the hospital, the ghost in his mouth never appeared, so he thought it was a hallucination caused by tension, and quickly forgot about it.

Suddenly encountering a different phase, they couldn't help thinking about it, and the four people's eyes intertwined, with doubts and fierceness, but also fear of the unknown.

The middle-aged man pressed the calling bell at the head of the bed vigorously, but there was no response from the other side.Only the knock on the door kept ringing, three times each time, very regularly.

"who is it!"

The man's eldest son stood up suddenly and opened the door forcefully.There is nothing outside the door, and the corridor that people often pass by is strangely empty and quiet.

"what happened?"

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and when they were puzzled, the incandescent lamp flickered again, and black resentment suddenly burst out from above, wrapping all four of them.Amidst the resentment, the figure of the female ghost in red appeared.

The female ghost is surrounded by black resentment, but the ghost body is hard to solidify, almost transparent.

Seeing the ghost, the four screamed in terror and struggled desperately.The resentment on his body became tighter and tighter, like black snakes trying to strangle their prey to death on the spot.

The woman and the two sons rolled their eyes, stuck out their tongues, and fell to the ground one after another.The chest still rose and fell, so it can be seen that he did not die on the spot, but passed out in a coma.

The middle-aged man was still struggling, with resentment pouring from his mouth, it was impossible to pass out.

Standing outside the ward, Yan Jue witnessed the female ghost possessing the middle-aged man, manipulated him to open the bedside drawer, took a pen to write down the confession and will, and then manipulated him to leave the hospital bed, walk out of the ward step by step, and walk along the safety ladder. to the top floor.

When passing by, Yan Jue turned his head slightly and looked at the female ghost.

"No regrets?"

The middle-aged man's expression was dull, his eyes had been stained black with resentment, he opened his mouth, but a sharp female voice came out.

"I have suffered evil causes and must pay back."

"Even if you don't enter reincarnation, will your soul fly away?"

"Yes." The female ghost's voice was firm.She planted evil causes for revenge and killed innocent people, so she must pay back.Middle-aged men do a lot of evil, and the car accident is just the tip of the iceberg.His evil deeds are not limited to this one.

"As long as you want to understand."

Yan Jue got out of the way and didn't stop him.

The female ghost briefly left the body of the middle-aged man, and saluted with blessings.The grievances all over her body faded away, revealing her pale true face, she was just a young girl in her jasper years, when she smiled, dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth, she was extraordinarily handsome.

"Go."

Watching the middle-aged man being taken up to the top floor, Yan Jue turned around and took back the silver bell placed in the corridor.

In the silent and empty corridor, human voices finally reappeared.Everyone seemed to be in a big dream, and the nurse took out the chronograph hanging in her pocket, always feeling a little strange.

Suddenly, there was a blunt sound outside the window, accompanied by screams.

Everyone quickly gathered in front of the window and looked down. In the flower garden on the first floor, they saw a middle-aged man who jumped down from the top floor.Blood gushed out from under the man, and part of it splashed onto the white petals. Even with the rain washing away, the heavy color couldn't be completely washed away.

Yan Jue already knew the result and had no intention of watching it.The brief page received from the female ghost, with the disappearance of the female ghost, turned into dust and passed through the fingers.

At the end of the corridor, Yan Jue met the judge who arrived a little later.

The soul-inducing lamp went out, and the matter was irreversible. The judge bowed his hand to Yan Jue, and had no intention of entanglement.How to deal with this matter, he can't decide arbitrarily, he can only report to Yan Luo, let the boss worry about it.

The death of the middle-aged man soon appeared in the local newspaper.The confession and suicide note left by him were also exposed.

The content involved, as well as the leaked list, soon set off a storm in Anshi and even the whole province.The car accident alone caused a lot of turmoil. Both the perpetrators and those who sheltered were punished, and the deceased and his family members finally received justice.

All these disturbances did not affect Yan Xing.

After returning to the inn and sending Chou Liu away, he closed the door and went to the second floor alone.

Pushing open the wooden window carved with dragon-shaped patterns, Yan Yan folded his hands on the window sill, looking at Anshi shrouded in rain and fog, letting the cold wind blow his forehead and hair, his smile was mysterious and gentle, and his golden eyes occasionally flashed, but revealed A cold and cruel.