Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Hong Daihai struggled to open his eyes.

Around.

In the deep study room, there was no sound, no light, and no guards. Yes, just two or three steps in front of him, a dark figure is holding a sharp knife in his hand!

He wanted to struggle, wanted to ask for help.

But the cascading shadows seemed to be real, covering his mouth, making him unable to move.

He could only watch that figure approach step by step.

It's just a sudden.

The figure melted away, suddenly recast into the appearance of a dog, the sharp blade turned into white sharp teeth.

A wet, stenchy breath hit his face.

The sharp teeth bit into his chest.

…

"what!"

Hong Daihai suddenly woke up from the swivel chair in the study.

The afternoon sun was shining on his panicked face, and the cold breeze blew into the cold sweat on his forehead, stabbing his brain with pain.

It turned out to be just a nightmare for a nap at noon.

He rubbed his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief, but when he turned his face, his chest suddenly agitated.

Just beside the swivel chair.

The big yellow dog "stared" at him silently, his posture was the same as in a dream!

He was almost about to scream, but he rolled his eyes and saw that the yellow dog's mouth was not sharp teeth like a knife, but a corner of the fleece blanket. After a moment of stunned, a heart slowly let go, and immediately felt ridiculous for his suspiciousness just now.

What are you thinking about? It's just a dream.

"Rhubarb, do you cover your father with a quilt?"

"Wang."

The yellow dog replied.

Hong Daihai hesitated, but the nature of dog slaves prevailed.

He reached out and took the yellow dog into his arms.

"Yo, Yaoer is so smart!"

There was a knock on the door outside the door.

"Come in."

"Brother, it's almost time, it's time to go."

"To get it."

Today is the day when the gathering is scheduled. Yang Sanli has booked a private room at the local Tai Chi club to entertain Hong Mao’s allies and important leaders.

Just wading through the traumatic turmoil, Hong Daihai, the "Emperor of the Earth," how could he also contact his allies to stabilize his military spirit by the way. Red Mao has dominated one side these years, so don't you rely on these "owners"?

But when he got in the car, the yellow dog pulled the door and refused to let him go.

The driver was helpless, he didn't dare to touch Mr. Hong's baby.

"Boss, look at this..."

"Mo Shi."

Hong Daihai laughed and pulled the yellow dog into the car.

"Also let those turtles see, my rhubarb is so smart!"

...

Tai Chi Club.

In the supreme private room on the top floor.

Drunk gold fans, a group of demons danced wildly.

The beauties in cool clothes were half-uncomprehending and swaying, and the big and polite people in daily life tore off their camouflage, revealing the appearance of the jackal underneath.

The yellow dog wagged its tail, ran around in the box happily, holding wine bottles in his mouth, pouring wine for each participant.

Every time you pour a full glass, you get a burst of splendor.

Gradually, driven by alcohol, the atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic, and the scene became more and more out of control.

The host Yang Sanli winked, and the waiter immediately exited the box obediently and closed the door intimately.

This time.

A few anxious men couldn't bear it even more.

After only hearing a few pretending and coquettish exclaims, there were a few more pairs of "light pigs" in the box, and he started 404.

The big guys in the box were not surprised, and were a little bit ready to move while laughing. It's not that they all have such hobbies.

The root is still on Hong Daihai.

As the saying goes, men have three irons: go to the window together; carry a gun together; go whoring together. He is a rough old Hong, and there is no good way to unite his partners. Just wondering, if everyone has seen each other's bare bottoms, wouldn't their friendship be leveraged?

Ever since, every party has such a fixed column.

It's just that in the drunken eyes, there is a big voice bluffing.

"Boss Hong, brothers and gangs have sisters to accompany you. It's only the rhubarb in your house that can't be seen, isn't it pitiful?"

When Hong Daihai heard it, he said "Hey", but he was very interested.

He breathed out alcohol and looked at the two "princesses" beside him, then grabbed one out. Under the heavy makeup, Zhang Qing's face is hidden, and I don't know which girl who dropped out of school and went astray.

"You!" Hong Daihai pointed at the yellow dog with his tongue out, "Go and play with my Yaoer!"

The girl turned pale immediately.

There is no such thing as dignity at work if you talk about it. On weekdays, "no matter whether it is human or not" jokes are often said, but at this juncture, how can you pass the hurdle of "being human" when you have a (harmonious) relationship with a dog?

"What?" Hong Daihai raised his brows, "Not happy?"

He stretched out his finger and called the price.

"One hundred thousand."

The little girl was trembling and begging.

"Mr Hong..."

"Two hundred thousand!"

"I really…"

"Five hundred thousand!"

"You let me go!"

"Three hundred thousand!"

Hong Daihai barked his teeth.

"Add you a leg!"

The little girl shook her body, and slowly collapsed on the sofa, falling asleep unexpectedly.

Oh, can you escape by pretending to be faint?

Hong Daihai was about to sneer a few times, but suddenly found that the world in his eyes became blurred, and his mind began to become a little numb. He forced himself to look around the box, but was surprised to find that the entire box had fainted.

In the loud music of the box.

Only the yellow dog stared at him coldly, and the dog kiss broke apart slowly, revealing a pair of fangs.

Bai Sensen's.

Like a sharp knife.

...

Chunhua Apartment.

2 buildings 4-4 for rent.

In the newly separated quiet room, Li Changan scratched his head straight at the sword.

As mentioned earlier, although the flying sword that Yan Xinglie gave to Li Changan is sharp, it is still a sword embryo. If it is to be practiced, there is still a lack of materials blindly, that is, "no bones."

During this period of time, Li Changan was trying to figure out the sword scriptures and inspecting them in various ways. He suddenly realized that this thing was far in the sky and close in front of him.

The so-called "no bones" is rumored to be a type of zombie, but to be precise, it is the most essential part of a certain zombie.

There is a saying in "Zi Bu Yu": Not turning bones is the place where his spirit was concentrated before his life. His bones penetrated into the ground. Although the coffin was rotten and his clothes were rotten, his body and his bones were all turned into soil. As black as jade, it can be haunted by the sun and the moon for a long time.

Isn't this one of the Taoist collections—the bone jade obtained from the zombie who was sawing over with a chainsaw at the White Fox Villa?

According to the story, the Taoist priest should pat his forehead and be ecstatic.

but…

The materials are available, but how can they be refined?

The sword scripture simply mentions: to choose the day of the autumn killing, use air fire, stone fire, wood fire to temper in the cauldron, melt the bones as liquid, and then throw it into one with the sword...

However.

What is "air fire"? What day is the autumn killing? How to melt bone as liquid? How to throw swords and fusion?

Where does Li Changan, a wild Taoist holding a false condolence, know this high-end craft?

Somehow Yan Xinglie leaned on Zhenfu's back, and some of them were capable people and strangers to do the work, but which uncle Li Changan could ask for help?

He rubbed his chin, and a bad idea came to his mind.

How about finding a factory and throwing it in the furnace?

Fortunately, a phone call interrupted Li Changan's unreliable reverie.

I took the phone and found that the caller was Yuan Xiaochuan.

"Little plum, where is it? Brother, I'm at the station, hurry up to pick you up!"

Li Changan is strange.

He remembered that in the past few days, he had been broadcasting the news that the Red Mao Group was uprooted, and the head of Yiying headed by Hong Daihai was shot dead on the spot for blatantly resisting arrest. Yuan Xiaochuan is one of the parties involved, and the other is an insider. At this moment, he should be busy with finishing work. How can he have free time to come and find what he wants to do?

"Slow special nonsense!" Yuan Xiaochuan called vigorously on the other side of the phone, "I quit!"

...

It is still a barbecue stall.

At the beginning of the lantern, pedestrians are like weaving, just as they were in Qishui before.

It's just that, if you change the city, there are fewer old people.

At the stall, Yuan Xiaochuan's expression was very complicated, with joy, depression, and relief.

After three or two cups of yellow soup were eaten, he told Li Changan what happened after the Taoist priest left Qishui:

"I was discouraged and thought it was all over. The effort was wasted, Zou Ping died in vain, and Red Mao had the last laugh."

"But one day, one of my old bosses from other places suddenly called me and called me to a place. I just learned that someone had submitted some important evidence to it, which attracted the attention of the above, and set up a special inspection team. , And mobilized brothers from other provinces to investigate this case. Because I have always been firm and have a better understanding of the local area, I was also recruited to jointly handle the case."

"Oh, lead the way party."

"fart!"

He cursed, but he couldn't help laughing, and lighted a cigarette unconsciously.

"On that day, we suddenly found a piece of news that Hong Daihai was going to hold a party. He invited the backbone of his staff and the **** who had colluded with him. We realized that this was an opportunity to kill them all."

"The location is in a small nine-story building on the riverside. There is an entertainment club. The place where Hong Daihai meets is in the box on the top floor. But when we arrived..."

Yuan Xiaochuan's narration stopped suddenly, and the former criminal policeman, whose nerves had been stronger than steel bars, had a cloud of haze in his eyes. Obviously, the scene he will describe next left a deep shadow on him.

"The door of the box kept getting soaked with blood, and it became a small pool of blood at the door. We hurriedly smashed the door and saw...Lao Li, do you know? I never believed in ghosts and gods. Yes, but at that time, I almost thought I had stepped into **** with one foot... the whole room, the living, the dead, or other ghosts, were all soaked in a pool of blood."

"This is not a metaphor."

He solemnly emphasized one sentence, and then drew an explanation to the Taoist priest.

"There is a threshold of about 10 cm at the entrance of the box, and a large amount of blood is blocked by the threshold and silted up in the box."

"When you step on it, blood will pour into your shoes!"

He puffed out his smoke fiercely, and his face was a little dull and unclear from the smoke.

"In our intelligence, in addition to the suspects to be arrested, there are some'chickens' in the box."

"When we banged open the door, a dozen "lady" were all overturned by the medicine, soaked in blood water, and slept to death."

"Fortunately, they were in a coma, otherwise they would be shown the scene, and I'm afraid they will all have to go to a mental hospital."

He managed to squeeze a smile, but was quickly swallowed by the haze in his eyes.

"But the people we were going to arrest were all dead. And everyone was ripped apart and could hardly find a good piece of meat. Either the bones were picked out of the skin, the intestines were dragged out of the body, or they were divided into corpses abruptly."

"That Yang Sanli died the most fragmented. When we dealt with the scene, we didn't dare to empty the blood for fear that any of his parts would be washed away together."

Having said this, Yuan Xiaochuan suddenly became silent.

Ordinarily, although he resigned, the contents of these cases must be kept confidential and should not be told to Li Changan. But at the scene of the crime that day, some lingering things in his memory have been haunting him, making him want to talk to Li Changan inexplicably.

Like what he will tell next.

"Apart from the dead and the living, do you know what else is there?"

"what?"

"Huang'er." He added, "The big yellow dog raised by Liu Weidong."

"He's here."

"right."

Yuan Xiaochuan was immersed in his thoughts, and he didn't even notice that the Taoist priests were emotional, not doubtful.

"In this pile of rotten meat, the yellow dog was covered in blood and was burying his head in Hong Daihai's stomach. Even though the door was knocked open and we broke in, it still ate Hong Daihai's Internal organs!"

"At that time, we were all scared and stupid, and didn't think of taking measures for a while..."

Speaking of this, he paused, his eyes blurred.

"The dog suddenly rushed out the window, jumped down and fell to death."

"The forensic doctor at the back took it to solve the plan and found that its stomach was full of human internal organs."

After speaking of this, Yuan Xiaochuan's emotions relaxed a lot, and his tone became lighter.

"Originally, the case has to be investigated. After all, there are still many doubts. For example, although the results of the autopsy show that these people were all killed by yellow dogs, why did the yellow dogs suddenly go crazy and attack people? Why didn't they kill those'ladies'? Who made the drug in the wine? All these are not clear. But the above suddenly requested to stop the investigation, and found a reasonable explanation and announced it to the outside world."

After speaking in one breath, Yuan Xiaochuan picked up a bunch of roasted kidneys, but hesitated for a moment, put it back, and took another bunch of dried bean curd.

Before he could speak, he could hear the Taoist question.

"Then what?"

"Then the red grass collapsed, and I couldn't stay in Qishui anymore, so I simply resigned."

Li Changan doesn't give face at all.

"I'm asking the dog."

Old Yuan rolled his eyes.

"I don't think that old Liu Sheng will see people or dead bodies, so Zou Ping buried the lonely person. I asked the yellow dog's body to come back, burned it into ashes in the funeral home, and sprinkled it in front of Zou Ping's tomb as a companion. "

He said so, but the scene that bothered him most appeared before his eyes.

It's ridiculous. He always thinks that before the yellow dog jumps off the building, he glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, and what an animal contained in his eyes was definitely not something that an animal would have.

"Do you think Old Liu will be..."

"what?"

"It's nothing."

He shook his head, after all, he felt too ridiculous and ashamed to speak out. He drank a large cold beer and hiccuped comfortably.

When he looked up, he saw Taoist pouring a glass of beer on the ground.

"What are you doing?"

"Memorialize."

"Which?"

"Yellow dog."

Yuan Xiaochuan was dumbfounded, and said with a smile:

"eventful."