I was wondering why the monster was even more energetic than yesterday. It turned out that the Feng Shui I had repaired had been destroyed again. Judging from the neat appearance of the sidewalk bricks, someone had deliberately destroyed it. The dagger must have been pulled out not long after I finished it.
Who is so heartless that he deliberately let the evil spirits in and killed so many innocent people? Could it be another evil sorcerer? Because judging from the dead thing yesterday, the transformation from a ghost to a spirit might be caused by human beings. This has something in common with the cases of raising corpses alive and painting lips on zombies.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in my mind, and I thought of the mysterious man who taught the village chief of Huaiyang Village the evil arts. The village chief said he was from the north. The ghost of the village chief of Huaiyang Village has not been found until now. Shen Bing didn't hear any movement at that time. Could it be that they are all in the provincial capital, and this matter has something to do with them
It seems that the associations are too rich, and there is no necessary connection between this matter and them. It is purely a momentary speculation.
"Are you repairing the Feng Shui here?" Lu Fei asked me.
I nodded and said, "But it was destroyed again."
"You mean someone is doing something bad on purpose?"
I stared at the pit and said, "It should be."
"How can we find a way to dig this guy out!" Lu Fei said angrily.
I thought to myself, is it that easy to dig it out? We are in the open and they are in the dark. Maybe this person is watching us secretly. Oh, I got it. Can't I cast a line to fish? I heard from Xia Muchun that Wancheng Group will not stop until eleven people die every year. Now only three have died. Actually, to be precise, only two people's deaths are effective, because Xia Muchun's soul was not eaten, so she doesn't count. There are still nine places left, so the evil spirit will visit this building next time.
If we continue to repair the Feng Shui Bureau, they will definitely continue to destroy it. Yeah, let's do it.
I asked Lu Fei if he brought a knife or other iron tools. He said he brought a nail clipper. Damn, you came to exorcise demons today, but you didn't even bring a dagger. A nail clipper is a nail clipper. It works. I took his nail clipper, bit my finger, smeared blood on it, buried it in the soil, and covered it with bricks.
We returned to the company gate and told Zhang Yunfeng that we had nothing to do during the day and could go to work normally, then got into Lao Yan's car. Lu Fei drove the car from the west intersection to the north, circled to the east intersection, and parked far away across from the newsstand, just in time to see where the nail clippers were buried.
Old Yan had almost recovered by now, and he and the rest of us were staring at that place. But from eight o'clock to ten o'clock, no one approached that place. I couldn't help but get a little anxious, because I wanted to see Shen Bing before the wedding. I thought, if they were to stare at me here, I could just lie and say I was going to the bathroom and take the opportunity to slip away.
Just as I was about to speak, I saw a man wearing sunglasses buy a newspaper from the newsstand. He turned around and kept looking behind the stand. He looked sneaky and very eye-catching.
Lu Fei said excitedly: "Is this a small yellow croaker?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man left the newsstand, looked around, and stared at the direction of Wancheng Group for a long time before walking to where the nail clippers were buried and bending down pretending to tie his shoelaces. I saw that this guy was really a yellow croaker, so I looked to see if he was going to bite the hook
He really took the bait, and he pulled open the brick and fumbled around inside for a while. Although I was too far away, I could vaguely see him take out a nail clipper. He quickly covered the brick and walked onto the street as if nothing had happened.