Nightmare Attack

Looking back, Jiang Cheng said: "If there are any problems, we will find out. Now focus on going to the altar to see. Read М"

The altar was decorated by a person who claimed to be a Taoist priest, and it was also the scene of his death, so there might be clues left behind.

Without much effort, they found the altar of Taoist Master Tianshi in several buildings. Outside the altar stood a strange flag with a yellow edge, which looked like a magical weapon of a sect in a novel.

However, what is quite surprising is that the center of the altar is covered with a piece of white cloth. Under the white cloth, a human figure is vaguely bulging, and a pair of cloth shoes poke out from under the white cloth, leaning weakly to one side.

It has a white base and black upper, with a yin and yang diagram embroidered on the upper.

There is no doubt that it is the body of the unlucky Taoist Celestial Master. "This old Taoist is also quite miserable." The fat man said, "There is no one to collect the body after the person dies."

They saw more than a dozen corpses in the basement of the police station. According to Director Qiao, they were all from the Feng family. It seemed that except for the Feng family themselves, they didn't care much about the corpses of outsiders.

Cover it with a white cloth and leave it here without asking anything.

"It seems that the Feng family is indeed in danger, otherwise they would never leave the body of an outsider here." Zhao Xingguo said in a strange tone.

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

Throwing the body of an outsider across from your family's ancestral hall is, at best, disrespectful to your ancestors, and at worst, it is ruining your family's feng shui.

Especially in the old society where conservative trends prevail, this can be fatal.

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 happened, no one cares.

"Don't touch the body yet." Zhao Xingguo suggested: "Look in the altar first. If there are any clues, don't hide them."

Seemingly in order to increase his persuasiveness, Zhao Xingguo hesitated for a moment and continued: "I also did some research when I came here. The last team that came here was unusual. Na Ruhu once led the team to solve many supernatural incidents. Even he Everyone is in trouble, the danger here can be imagined.”

Regarding these nonsense, everyone else had the attitude of just hearing it and forgetting it. This made Zhao Xingguo very depressed, but he was not easy to get angry.

The decoration of the altar is relatively rough. It can be seen that it was arranged in a rather hasty situation. A rosewood altar table is placed in the center.

There were three large yellow and orange plates on the altar table. Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand and tapped them lightly, making a dull sound. They were made of copper and were very heavy.

The corpse fell in front of the altar, with its head facing the altar and its feet pointing away.

But what is puzzling is that in everyone's mind, such a plate is used to hold tributes, but now, the plate is empty.

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

Huaiyi looked nervous. The task was only one aspect, and what was more important was the current situation.

One party is Crimson, and the other party is the Night Watchman. Once their identities are revealed, they may end up fighting to the death.

More importantly, based on the analysis of the situation they encountered when they came here, the night watchman had already noticed this place. Even if they could leave safely, they might bump into the night watchman's large group as soon as they left.

"Brother Cheng, what did you find?" Huaiyi asked after noticing Jiang Cheng's actions.

"It's slippery and a little 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 something wasn't right about the way he looked at the plate.

"What's wrong?" Linghu Yong asked hurriedly.

"This kind of grease has a very special smell." Jiang Cheng immediately squatted down and wiped the grease on his hands on the shroud covering the unlucky Taoist priest. He didn't take his hand back until it was wiped clean.

Fatty: ""

Hearing that the oil had a smell, everyone came over to take a look, but no one imitated Jiang Cheng and touched it with their hands. "It can't be corpse oil, right?" Pan Du's face looked a little ugly.

"No." Fu Fu picked up the plate, sniffed it, put it down again, and affirmed: "The smell of corpse oil is stronger than this."

"But it's not completely impossible. I heard that corpse oil made from fresh corpses is different from that made from rotten corpses." Fu Fu said naturally, seemingly unaware that saying such words on this occasion would affect others. What people will think.

"Damn, how do you know so clearly? Have you night watchmen ever been exposed to such ghosts?" the fat man asked in surprise.

Hearing this, Fu Fu raised her head and glanced at the fat man, "Of course we, the night watchmen, are not ashamed to do such a thing, but our mortal enemies, the Crimson Society, I heard that they would skewer living people with huge iron skewers and roast them on the fire. , It’s burning and burning.”

Hearing this, Huaiyi's heart skipped a beat, and at the same time, the way he looked at Lin Wan'er, the fat man from Jiangcheng, was wrong.

No one paid attention to him. After checking the room, everyone focused their attention on the body on the ground. Luo He, who had been silent for the whole time, slowly opened the white cloth on the body.

Although they were well prepared, everyone still felt a chill involuntarily when that extremely strange face came into view.

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

He is indeed a man dressed as a Taoist priest, wearing Taoist robes, wearing cloth shoes embroidered with yin and yang diagrams, with gray hair and a long beard hanging down.

If it weren't for the fact that his face was so weird, it would have been a bit fairy-like.

On both sides of his body were a Yin Yang Bagua mirror and a peach wood sword.

The mirror seems to be more than a hundred years old. The copper frame is full of bumps and scratches, but the mirror surface is as bright as new.

Under the light, which glowed dimly, Jiang Cheng stared at himself in the mirror, feeling an indescribable strange feeling in his heart.

"Look." Pi Ruan's voice sounded. His sharp eyes immediately discovered the abnormality under the Taoist priest.

Pan Du and Linghu Yong moved the Taoist priest's body, and suddenly they discovered that there were still a dozen straw men pressed under the Taoist priest's body.

The workmanship of the straw man is rough, as if a child was playing with it randomly when he was bored.

The straw men come in different sizes, but other than that, nothing special is found. "This Taoist priest has a lot of equipment. He probably planned to use these straw men to show off in front of the master, but it didn't last until dawn. People will die first," Pandu said after looking at the straw man and finding nothing unusual.

He threw the straw man back to the ground casually. After falling a few times, he lay quietly next to the Taoist priest, motionless.