"Brother Jiang." Chen Ling called out, frowning slightly, with confusion and curiosity on his face, "Can every yin messenger see the cause and effect?"
Jiang Yu raised his eyelids, his eyes were gentle but with a hint of sharpness. He looked at the young man for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "No."
He stretched out his hand to the top of the young man's head, inserted his fingers into his hair, slid down along the outline of his head, and stopped at the tip of his ear.
The warm fingertips gently pinched the fragile cartilage, Jiang Yu lowered his head and approached, "I know what you are thinking, I am indeed not an ordinary ghost messenger."
Chen Ling's back stiffened, and his lips opened, "Then..."
"You'll know later." Jiang Yu's five fingers suddenly closed together, and his large hands almost covered the young man's jaw and half of his head.
He moved closer to Chen Ling's ear, put his lips on his skin, and said, "I just hope that you won't be too scared when you know. Otherwise..."
Chen Ling suddenly remembered the bloody spell on the man's back, and subconsciously asked, "Otherwise what?"
Jiang Yu: "I will be very unhappy."
Chen Ling: “Ah?”
Jiang Yu chuckled again, loosened his hand, and cast his eyes on the stump in the grass. After a few seconds, he stood up, walked a few steps to the northwest, squatted down, and used his hands to push aside a bunch of weeds.
"Here's an arm."
Chen Ling immediately put aside his doubts about the ancestor's identity, stood up and ran over, and sure enough, he saw a stump half-hidden in the grass.
If he was murdered and dismembered, the current way of dealing with it, with a leg here and an arm there, is really too rough.
Chen Ling pondered: "Could it be the ghost of Huang's father?"
"The newborn Huangfu ghost will crawl out of the abdominal cavity of the cursed living person after he exhales his last breath. Just like ordinary fetuses, they will feel hungry after birth, and the fresh corpse is their source of energy." Jiang Yu's voice was cold and calm, as if he was not talking about a bloody monster, but doing natural science popularization.
Chen Ling was used to it, but the woman on the other end of the phone looked even uglier after hearing it.
She looked at Wu Weiwei fearfully: "What are they talking about?"
After Wu Weiwei knew that this woman had a bad karma, his attitude became even worse. He avoided the other person who wanted to grab his hand and said, "Why are you so nervous? It's not you who is being talked about."
The woman was stunned for a moment, bit her lip and stopped talking. However, her eyeballs, wrapped in drooping eyelids, kept moving, revealing her complicated mood at the moment.
Wu Weiwei frowned, clicked his tongue, and suddenly fixed his gaze, pointing curiously: "What's that hanging around your neck?"
The woman reflexively put her hand on her chest, "No, nothing." She looked away in panic, "It's getting late, I'd better go back first."
"Don't go." Wu Weiwei stepped over and blocked her way. "Before you found that leg, I saw you walking very swiftly on the mountain trail. Didn't you hurt your foot? Why don't you rest in the house and have the leisure to come out and wander around?"
The woman's expression froze for a moment, then she forced a smile: "The room is too stuffy, I want to come out for some fresh air... My feet are not seriously injured. After applying a hot compress, I can walk a few steps without any problem."
Wu Weiwei crossed his arms, exuding a ruffian air that was quite intimidating: "Really? Why don't I believe it?"
The woman laughed dryly, and tried to hop back on one foot, but was grabbed by Wu Weiwei.
Wu Weiwei stared at her coldly and asked, "You were lying to me before."
"I didn't!" The woman's voice was sharp. Not to mention Wu Weiwei, even Chen Ling, who was several meters away, couldn't help but want to pick his ears.
Chen Ling caught up and continued to look for other parts of the man's body. He grabbed his sleeve and asked, "Brother Jiang, what is the cause and effect of her? Can you tell me?"
Jiang Yu was unconcerned: "There is an infant spirit entangled with her."
When Wu Weiwei heard this, he immediately remembered the rope around the woman's neck that had just been accidentally exposed. He slapped his forehead hard. It was something hanging around the neck, and it was a baby spirit. Could it be a Kumantong
He asked bluntly: "Are you wearing a Kumantong?"
"I didn't!" The woman stepped back repeatedly, but her feet were weak and she fell to the ground.
My coccyx hurts and I can't get up.
She grasped the object hidden inside her clothes tightly, and the veins on the back of her hand bulged from the excessive force.
Wu Weiwei knew something was up when he saw her behavior. He recalled that he was led into the bathroom by her cries for help, and she asked him out of nowhere whether he believed in ghosts or gods. He came up with an infuriating guess: "Kumantongs are not easy to raise. They have childish temperaments. If they are not satisfied, they will make a fuss and kill you."
The woman clenched her teeth tightly and her face was as white as paper.
The word "guilty" is written in capital letters on that face!
Wu Weiwei was furious and almost jumped up: "Tell me, when you called for help and asked me to come in, did you think that the Kumantong was causing trouble? Did you think that the sound was made by the Kumantong and he deliberately asked me to come in to help you ward off disaster?"
"I didn't, I didn't!" The woman said in panic, "I, I was just scared, I didn't mean to hurt you!"
Wu Weiwei almost vomited blood and really wanted to kick him: "You almost killed me!"
If he had not followed the sounds of cry for help into the women’s shower room, he would not have heard the laughter. If he had not heard the laughter, he would not have run to check to the side. If he had not checked, he would not have met Huang Fu’s ghost, and would not have been cursed!
Unable to control himself, Wu Weiwei thought of the disgusting puddle of vomit again and he couldn't help but dry heave on the spot.
Chen Ling left Jiang Yu and ran over, thinking there was some sequelae, and asked hurriedly: "How are you?"
Wu Weiwei covered his mouth and said, "No..." Then he dry-heaved again.
Chen Ling: "... You really look like you're pregnant."
Wu Weiwei: “…” I want to cry.
Chen Ling glanced at the woman who was still sitting on the ground: "It's easier to invite a god than to send him away. If I were you, I would find a way to help him transcend."
The woman was stunned when she heard what he said, her eyes watery. "Sir, do you understand this? If possible, can you help me suppress him first?"
Hearing the word "suppress", Chen Ling's face turned cold: "No."
The woman wanted to say something, but Chen Ling turned around, grabbed Wu Weiwei, who was covering her mouth, and left.
As soon as Wu Weiwei's nausea subsided, he turned his head and said "Pah" in the direction of the woman, cursing, "What the hell? You're so scared that you peed your pants, and you still want to suppress it temporarily. I'm afraid you won't even know how you died in the end!"
Chen Ling was afraid that the old ancestor would be jealous, so he quickly let go of his friend's arm and used his feet to push away the grass that blocked the way. "Human desires are infinite. She is afraid of the Kumantong, but she is reluctant to give up the luck and wealth that the Kumantong brings to her."
Wu Weiwei pouted, "Human greed is like a snake swallowing an elephant. God knows whether the snake will be trampled to death by the elephant or stuffed to death by the elephant in the end."
Chen Ling patted his shoulder: "I have said what I need to say. The rest is her own choice."
Wu Weiwei hummed, truly forgetting about the woman, and raised his head to look at the river ahead.
Thinking of what he just heard, he nudged Chen Ling with his elbow and said, "From what Brother Jiang said before, these body parts were probably done by Huang's father ghost, right?"
"Hmm." Chen Ling couldn't say for sure. "It's highly likely, but we have to see the condition of the other body parts."
Judging from the way the ancestor was searching in the grass, he should be looking for the torso.
As they were talking, they had unknowingly reunited with Jiang Yu.
The man glanced at the hand that Chen Ling had just grasped Wu Weiwei, pursed his lips, reached out to hold it, raised his chin, and said, "The rest of the body is all there."
It was a huge banana tree with large fan-like leaves spreading out in all directions, casting shadows tightly over the trunk and surrounding areas.
Because the banana tree has large leaves and is always in the shade underneath and not easily exposed to sunlight, if we have to characterize it, it should be considered yin.
There has been a saying since ancient times that banana trees should be planted around houses.
Perhaps because of Jiang Yu's words, Wu Weiwei had a preconceived notion, but at just one glance he felt that the banana tree was abnormal, with darkness all around it.
Chen Ling glanced at him and said considerately, "You stay here and we'll go over and take a look."
Wu Weiwei couldn't ask for more, "Okay."
The shadow under the banana tree completely blocked the body parts piled behind the trunk. The remaining limbs were scattered around, while the torso was leaning straight against the trunk as if it was resting.
There was a big hole in the abdominal cavity, and the internal organs were gone, as if they had been eaten by something and then crawled out from inside.
Chen Ling pursed his lips, and suddenly everything in front of him went dark, as he was covered by a big hand.
Jiang Yu turned the young man around and held him in his arms, "Don't look at it."
Chen Ling tried hard to suppress the nausea, grabbed the man's shirt at the waist, and said in a muffled voice: "We have to call the police first."
In addition to the three of them, the woman who raised the Kumantong also saw these things. Regardless of whether these were done by Huang's father ghost or not, they could not be concealed.
Jiang Yu touched the back of the young man's head, "Yeah."
Wu Weiwei didn't want to appear too idle, so he raised his hand and said, "I'll report it!"
Shortly after the call was made, the police did not arrive, but the manager of the club did.
He was stunned to find that the person who called the police was a VIP whom he had personally received before. Fortunately, he was well-trained and had a decent ability to adapt to circumstances. He quickly calmed down and came over with a smile.
"Thank you for your hard work, distinguished guests. Leave the rest of the work of protecting the scene to us."
Jiang Yu nodded, "That's troublesome."
The manager was flattered to be thanked by such a cold face. "It's my duty, it's my duty. It's our fault that you guys encountered such a thing during your vacation. To express my apology, I will send you three some midnight snacks and red wine as compensation. I hope you will accept it."
When Wu Weiwei heard that there was food to eat, his eyes almost lit up.
He turned his head and looked at Chen Ling expectantly.
But Chen Ling obviously didn't receive his signal and looked at Jiang Yu with the same expectant eyes.
Jiang Yu placed his big palm on the back of the young man's neck and pinched it, then nodded to the manager to show his agreement: "Then we will go back first."
Knowing that food would be delivered to their doorstep and they no longer had to go out of their way to find it themselves, Chen Ling and Wu Weiwei were very happy. They wiped the dining table in the villa clean early in the morning and sat on the stools.
About half an hour later, the manager knocked on the door and came in with the food delivery staff.
Because it was evening and the diners were several young people, they made a salty seafood porridge with rich ingredients but light taste, as well as a tempting barbecue with spicy aroma.
The manager and the waiter put the food on the table one by one and were about to leave when Jiang Yu called him.
The man got up from the sofa and walked over from the living room: "Are the police here?"
"Here we are." The manager only glanced at the man and didn't dare to look at him any further. Because of the other person's aura, he didn't dare to be perfunctory. "But it seems that there are other people coming with you."
Chen Ling opened his mouth and took a bite of pork ribs, then said vaguely to Wu Weiwei, "Special Investigation Department?"
Wu Weiwei also felt that it was possible. The body appeared in Fengling Hot Spring Club, far away from the city, in such a strange and cruel way. The police would most likely notify the Special Investigation Department to come together.
If the experts confirm that it is not a ghost causing trouble, the rest will be handled by the police.
Chen Ling bit the bone in his mouth into pieces, swallowed it, and looked up to ask the manager: "Is there a tall, thin, handsome young man in his early twenties among the people who came here?"
When he said the word "handsome", he felt a line of sight passing over his face... Chen Ling corrected himself and said, "He's not particularly handsome, just a boss with a sullen face, not talkative, and looks just averagely handsome."
The manager's mouth twitched. What a strange way of describing it.
He thought for a moment and said uncertainly: "Are you talking about Mr. Li Hongyu?"
Wu Weiwei slammed the table and said, "Yes, it's him!"
The manager said, "He was the one who came with the policeman, but he also brought two other people, one tall, one short, one fat, one thin."
It’s right, Senior Brother Fat and Thin.
Chen Ling said thank you and secretly winked at Wu Weiwei, asking him to call Li Hongyu.
Seeing that there was nothing left for him to do, the manager backed away respectfully.
Jiang Yu sat down in the empty seat next to Chen Ling, holding his chin with one hand, and tilted his head to look at him, without saying a word or breathing, which was quite scary.
Chen Ling suddenly felt that everything in his mouth had no flavor, like chewing wax.
He put down the chicken wing he had just picked up, and moved closer with a smile, deliberately kissing the man's lips with his greasy mouth, "I'll tell you a secret."
Jiang Yu pursed his lips, the taste was spicy and salty.
Chen Ling glanced at Wu Weiwei who was pretending to be blind, and whispered, "You are the most handsome man in the world, really."
Jiang Yu's lips seemed to rise, but not rise. After a moment, he pinched Chen Ling's upper and lower lips with a cold face, took a tissue to wipe off the oil stains on his fingertips, and stood up and left.
Chen Ling touched the place where he was pinched and looked at Wu Weiwei blankly: "What do you mean? Do you think I said something wrong?"
Wu Weiwei's blindness has healed. He said, "I think he was complimenting you on your sweet talk."
Chen Ling said, "Oh," and asked, "You could have heard me even though I spoke so quietly just now?"
Su Weiwei was concentrating on eating, and now it was time to play dumb.
Chen Ling glanced at his phone which had automatically hung up again because no one answered the call, "I guess he's busy."
Being busy is not a good thing.
This means the case is likely to be more complicated.
Complex cases are bound to be difficult to handle, and there is a high possibility that someone will be harmed in the process of solving them.
It was already twelve o'clock when the two of them finished their barbecue and porridge.
While working together to collect the garbage on the table into the bin, Wu Weiwei's cell phone suddenly vibrated.
He quickly picked up the phone, "Li Hongyu?"
Li Hongyu hummed and said straight to the point: "I heard from the manager that you were the first to discover these body parts."
Wu Weiwei glanced at Chen Ling and nodded. Realizing that he couldn't see the other side, he said, "Yes. Are those body parts man-made?"
"No." Li Hongyu said, "We found bite marks and scratches in the abdominal cavity, but strangely, we didn't find any smell of monsters or ghosts."
The phone had some sound leakage, so Chen Ling could hear the conversation between the two clearly.
He lip-synced to Wu Weiwei, who was stunned and said quickly, "It's Huang's father ghost, and I just encountered him this afternoon."
Li Hongyu asked: "Where did you meet?"
Wu Weiwei said: "Women's shower room."
Li Hongyu: "You..."
Wu Weiwei: "… I'm not a pervert, nor do I have any special hobbies. I just heard someone calling for help and went in to help!"
"Oh." Li Hongyu's voice was cold, and it was unclear whether he believed it or not.
When Chen Ling saw Wu Weiwei's aggrieved face, he quickly covered his mouth tightly, for fear that laughing out loud would detonate the explosives on the opposite side.
Wu Weiwei was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't have anything to say, just asking casually, and then I'll hang up."
"Wait." Li Hongyu said, "Tell Chen Ling that we have searched Rongxin Middle School in detail and only found two earthbound spirits inside. They said they had never bewitched Zhou Yuanxin. Apart from that, Rongxin didn't find anything else."
Wu Weiwei glanced at his brother Chen, and when he saw him nod, he said, "Got it, I'll pass it on."
After hanging up the phone, he asked, "Brother Chen, what happened to Zhou Yuanxin?"
"Zhou Yuanxin said that when he first had the idea of committing suicide, he heard a voice tempting him to end his life." Chen Ling supported his chin with both hands, frowning, "Li Hongyu had no reason to lie to us, so the voice Zhou Yuanxin mentioned might really be just his hallucination."
Wu Weiwei said: "Don't think about the past. Zhou Yuanxin might have been reincarnated now."
Chen Ling thought about it and realized that since the person involved had let it go, why should he worry about it? He stood up from the table and walked upstairs, waving at Wu Weiwei without looking back, "Good night."
With one person missing, the dining room suddenly fell into silence.
Wu Weiwei touched his arm, quickly stood up and followed Chen Ling's back up to the second floor.
As soon as he entered the room, he pasted the talismans that Chen Ling had given him all over the room. Before lying down, he took out a Buddhist scripture from his backpack and held it in his arms.
Perhaps due to the psychological trauma caused by the incident with Huang's father's ghost, Wu Weiwei tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He didn't know how long he tossed and turned in bed. He sighed and sat up resignedly.
He climbed out of bed and took out the half-finished improved weapon from his backpack.
This is an enhanced version of the previous simple slingshot. The wood has been changed to lightning-struck peach wood, and the seal on the leather bag is only half carved.
When he was poor and had no toys at home, his adoptive father gave him a coin and asked him to write and draw on old newspapers. Later, when he was older, he found a knife and some rotten wood from the wilderness and learned to carve by watching videos on his mobile phone.
He had no artistic talent, and the things he carved had no aesthetic appeal, so he gave up later.
I don't know what happened to me some time ago, but I suddenly remembered my carving knife that I hadn't touched for many years, so I took it out and carved a slingshot. I tried it and it was pretty accurate, so I had an idea and decided to "improve the weapon".
He is not good at anything, but he has some basic knowledge of manual work.
So the ink line and mahogany became his main focus recently.
Wu Weiwei found the French seal photo on his mobile phone and took out the tool kit from the bottom of his backpack. In addition to the utility knife, there were also special carving knives and hammers for leather carving, and even a small marble slab for support and padding.
He took out the tools one by one and lined them up in a very ceremonial manner, then brushed his fingertips over the leather carving knife.
He pinched it with two fingers and picked it up, and suddenly heard a clicking sound outside.
Wu Weiwei was startled and the carving knife in his hand fell back onto the table, rolled a few times, and fell onto the thick carpet.
He thought about it, took a utility knife in his hand, and walked towards the window step by step.
Pulling aside the curtains, a bright and clean window was revealed, with a yellow talisman paper pasted on each side of the white window frame. The talisman paper was intact, without any signs of being torn.
He looked out the window. It was windy at night, and the trees in the mountains were swaying. The public hot spring pool in the valley below reflected the street lights, sparkling in the night.
Wu Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to the bed, not noticing that a paper man poked his head out from under the window frame and then disappeared again.
At this time, Chen Ling was already fast asleep.
He had his back facing the window, one leg wrapped around the quilt, his hands half-holding the pillow, and was sleeping soundly.
The window covered by curtains was gently opened, and the tightly drawn curtains tore open a crack, and a small white paper man poked out from outside.
It landed on the ground like a blown-up balloon, its limbs stretched out, its body lengthened, and the facial features on the whiteboard began to show ups and downs.
Chen Ling smelled a strange smell, a very cold and faint fragrance.
The faint fragrance lingered around his nose, stubbornly trying to wake him up.
I don’t know how long it was before Chen Ling finally opened his eyes. He yawned sleepily, turned over, and saw a tall figure standing beside the bed.
He sat up suddenly, rubbed his eyes, and said speechlessly: "Brother Jiang, how did you come in?"
Jiang Yu smiled softly, leaned over and hooked his chin, "I can't sleep alone, so I came in to see you."
Chen Ling was speechless. Ever since they confirmed their relationship, they would kiss and hold hands from time to time. He thought that the old ancestor no longer needed to breathe in his breath before she would fall asleep like before.
He scratched his hair and glanced at the bathrobe on the bedside: "Why don't you take the bathrobe back to the room?"
He understood the principle of dry wood and dry fire, but he didn't dare to pull the quilt to invite people up.
Jiang Yu seemed to be unaware of his concerns. He lifted up the bathrobe with his fingers and threw it away in disgust. "No, I want you."
He pressed his chin on the young man's shoulder bonelessly, his nose twitching as he sniffed greedily with his eyes closed.
Chen Ling pushed him, but when he couldn't push him away, his tone dropped a little: "Jiang Yu, you get up first."
Jiang Yu seemed not to have heard it. Not only did he not move, but he also stuck out his tongue and licked the side of the young man's neck.
Chen Ling's pupils shrank for a moment, and he suddenly stepped back, swiftly turning over and jumping under the bed. "You are not him, who are you?"
Jiang Yu raised his lips, his voice so gentle that it seemed to drip water, "Baby, I don't understand what you are saying. Come, let me hug you again."
As he spoke, he opened his arms, revealing his broad chest.
The ancestors never called him baby, and even if they really wanted to call him that, they would definitely not use such a greasy tone.
Chen Ling lowered his eyes for a moment, looked up and walked over. The next second, his body was embraced by the other party, and the tightly closed door was kicked open by someone.
At the same time, Chen Ling formed a seal with one hand and struck the man in front of him in the chest.
The other party reacted quickly, his body retreating at high speed like a kite being pulled by a string. He looked up at the door with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Chen Ling also looked over, oh, the real ancestor appeared.
Jiang Yu's eyes were gloomy, and he said, "Come here."
Chen Ling hurried over. He felt a little guilty because he didn't recognize that the man was a fake at the first sight, and he didn't dare to look at the old man's expression.
Jiang Yu seemed to see through his thoughts, "Don't blame you. Huang Fu Ghost is different from ordinary spirits and ghosts. He is good at hiding his own aura. The paper figures he folded can indeed be mistaken for the real ones."
Having said that, he held Chen Ling's chin with his fingers, preventing him from moving.
Then he raised his other hand and vigorously wiped the side of the young man's neck, where the counterfeit had licked and sniffed.
Chen Ling felt a little pain, but he tried not to say anything until he felt a burning sensation on his skin. The man finally stopped wiping. But then the man opened his mouth and held his neck, sucking and licking it hard, wishing he could bite off that piece of meat.
This time Chen Ling couldn't help himself and let out a hiss.
He blew down his eyelashes, raised his hand and touched the man's head, as if he was comforting a big wolfhound with its fur standing on end.
Seeing the two of them being affectionate with each other, the paper man took the opportunity to run away and pushed open the window. As soon as his fingers touched the window frame, a black snake formed by strong yin energy suddenly appeared and wrapped around his waist.
The black snake wrapped itself tighter and tighter, and the overly strong Yin energy was like a sharp weapon, cutting his body.
Chen Ling heard the paper man scream, and his body was cut in half and fell to the ground, but no blood flowed out.
With a swish, the lower half of the paper man's body instantly caught fire, and the blue ghost fire devoured him completely, while his upper half was still struggling on the ground.
Jiang Yu opened his mouth and licked the teeth marks with the tip of his tongue.
He protected the young man behind him, narrowed his eyes slightly, his face was gloomy and terrifying, and his light-colored eyes were stained with a strong blood red.
But as soon as he raised his hand, the upper body of the paper man floated up from the ground and was sucked over by a powerful force.
Jiang Yu clenched his five fingers and only grabbed the paper man's neck loosely. A painful expression appeared on the face that looked exactly like him.
The facial features of the paper man began to distort, and black sticky liquid flowed from the corners of its eyes and nostrils. The stench only made Chen Ling feel a little familiar, but Wu Weiwei still remembered it vividly.
Wu Weiwei, who had just arrived, rushed in pinching his nose, "Brother Chen, why does your room smell like Huang's father's ghost!"
Chen Ling then remembered that the black liquid that Wu Weiwei and the nurse had vomited before had exactly the same smell!
After Wu Weiwei shouted, he was dumbfounded, staring blankly at Jiang Yu and the face in Jiang Yu's hand that looked exactly like him.
"What's going on?" He stood next to Chen Ling.
Chen Ling whispered, "Another paper figure."
As if in response to his words, Jiang Yu suddenly loosened his five fingers, and the man's face that was stained by the black liquid suddenly turned back to his original appearance.
It was a white board without any facial features, and it looked white in the moonlight outside the window.
Hellfire ignited in Jiang Yu's hand, and the upper body of the human-sized paper man instantly curled up because of the flames.
Even at this point, he was still trying to run. He twisted and struggled constantly, but his cries became weaker and weaker.
The hellfire burned from the bottom up until it reached the top of the head.
The piece of white paper folded up automatically and fell to the ground, exactly the same as the little paper man Chen Ling had seen in the bathroom before.