Nightmare Attack

Withdrawing his gaze, Jiang Cheng opened his mouth and said, "I will find out if there is any problem. Now concentrate on and go to the altar to see."

The altar was set up by a person who claimed to be the Master of Heaven, and there was also the scene of his death, which might leave clues.

Without much effort, they found the altar of the Taoist Master in a few buildings. Outside the altar was a weird flag with a yellow border embedded in it, like a magic weapon of the Central School.

However, it is quite surprising that there is a white cloth covered in the center of the altar, and a human figure is faintly raised under the white cloth.

There is a white background and a black surface, and a picture of Yin and Yang is embroidered on the upper.

There is no doubt that it is the corpse of the unlucky Taoist Taoist, "This old way is also very miserable." The fat man said, "When a person dies, there is no corpse to be collected."

They saw more than a dozen corpses in the basement of the police station. According to Chief Qiao, they were all from Feng's family. It seems that apart from Feng's own people, they are not very concerned about the corpses of outsiders.

Cover it with a white cloth and just throw it here, no matter what.

"It seems that the Feng family is indeed unable to protect itself, otherwise they would never leave the body of an outsider here." Zhao Xingguo said in a weird tone.

Opposite this altar is the Feng family's ancestral hall. Inside the ancestral hall there are blocks of black memorial tablets. It can be seen that many of the memorial tablets are brand new.

Throwing the body of an outsider on the opposite side of his ancestral hall, when it is small, it is disrespectful to the ancestors, when it is large, it is ruining his own Feng Shui.

Especially in the old society where conservativeness prevails, this is deadly.

But this is not within the scope of everyone's consideration. They just want to find clues and end the mission as soon as possible. As for whether the Feng family died suddenly, or what, no one cares.

"Don't move the corpse yet." Zhao Xingguo suggested: "Look in the altar first. Don't hide any clues."

Seemingly in order to increase his persuasive power, Zhao Xingguo hesitated for a while, and continued: "When I came, I also did some investigations. The last team that came here was unusual. Ruhu has led the team to solve many supernatural incidents. I'm all planted, the danger here can be imagined."

Regarding these nonsense, other people hold the attitude of just listening to it, which makes Zhao Xingguo very depressed, but he is not good at it.

The layout of the altar is relatively rough. It can be seen that it was laid out in a rather hasty situation. A red sandalwood altar table was placed in the center.

There were three large yellow-orange-orange plates on the altar. Jiang Cheng reached out his hand and tapped it lightly, making a dull sound. It was made of copper and had a lot of weight.

The corpse fell in front of the altar with his head facing the altar and his feet rushing out.

But what makes it hard to understand is that in everyone's impression, these plates are full of tributes, but now, the plates are empty.

Staring at the plate for a while, Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand and touched the plate a few times. Then, as if he felt something, he rubbed his fingers.

Huai Yi looked tense, the task was only one aspect, and more importantly, the current situation.

One is Crimson, and the other is the night watchman. Once his identity is found out, I am afraid that it will end without dying.

More importantly, the analysis of the situation encountered in the past has been noticed by the night watchman. Even if they can leave safely, they may not hit the night watchman's brigade as soon as they left.

"Brother Cheng, what did you find?" Huai Yi asked aloud when he noticed Jiang Cheng's actions.

"It's slippery, and a bit greasy." Jiang Cheng put his fingers under his nose and sniffed lightly, "It's grease."

A few seconds later, Jiang Cheng's expression changed, and his eyes looked at the plate a little strange.

"What's the matter?" Linghu Yong asked hurriedly.

"This kind of grease has a very special smell." Jiang Cheng squatted down and wiped the grease from his hands on the corpse cloth covering the hapless Taoist priest. He did not withdraw his hands until it was wiped clean.

Fatty: "..."

Hearing that the fat smells, everyone leaned over to look at it, but no one learned how to touch Jiang Cheng with their hands.

"No." Fu Fu picked up the plate and sniffed, then put it down, affirming: "The smell of corpse oil is heavier than this."

"But it's not completely impossible. I heard that the corpse oil made from fresh corpses is not the same as the one made from decomposed corpses." Fu Fu said naturally. What do people think.

"Damn, how do you know so clearly? Did your night watchmen also come into contact with such a ghost?" the fat man asked in astonishment.

Hearing that Fu Fu raised his head and glanced at the fat man, "We are naturally not ashamed of doing such things as the night watchman, but our nemesis, the Crimson Society, heard that they would put the living people in a string with huge iron sticks and put them on the fire. It’s roasted, it tastes oily."

Hearing this, Huai Yi's heart sighed, and at the same time, the look at Jiangcheng Fatty Lin Wan'er was not right.

No one paid any attention to him. After inspecting the room, everyone focused on the corpse on the ground. Luo He, who had not spoken, slowly lifted the white cloth on the corpse.

Although they were ready, everyone couldn't help feeling a chill after the extremely strange face came into their eyes.

There was no blood on the Taoist's face, his eyebrows were raised exaggeratedly, his eyes opened slightly, the whites of his exposed eyes had turned yellow, his mouth grinned and his white teeth were exposed.

He was indeed a man dressed as a Taoist priest, wearing a Taoist robe, walking on cloth shoes embroidered with Yin and Yang pictures, with gray hair and a long beard hanging down.

If it weren't for the face that was really weird, it really meant something like a fairy style.

On both sides of his body, there were a yin and yang gossip mirror and a peach wood sword.

The mirror seems to have a history of more than a hundred years. The copper frame is full of bumps ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and traces of scratches, but the mirror surface is as bright as new.

Under the light, emitting a dim yellow light, Jiang Cheng stared at himself in the mirror, and an indescribable strange feeling rose in his heart.

"Look." Pi Ruan's voice sounded, his eyes were sharp, and the abnormality under the Taoist priest was immediately noticed.

Pan Du and Linghu bravely moved the Taoist priest's body, and everyone suddenly discovered that under the Taoist's body, there were still more than a dozen grass men.

The workmanship of the grass man is rough, like a child playing with his hands when he is bored.

The grass people vary in size, but apart from that, nothing special is found. "This Taoist priest has a lot of equipment. It is estimated that he intends to use these grass people to show off in front of the host’s house, but the result has not been till dawn. People die first.” Pan Du took the grass man to look around, and found nothing abnormal, then analyzed.

The grass man was thrown back to the ground by him. After a few falls, he lay quietly beside the Taoist priest, motionless.

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