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The wrists are white, the skin is red, and the bamboo shoots are sprouting. The strings drawn when tuning the piano are pointed and slanted.

Ye Bing's hands have always been beautiful, and I can't find any flaws in them.

But the scene in front of me was completely different from the woman in my memory, the difference was huge.

The green onions and jade pointed inside shriveled up, like bacon that had been exposed to the sun. They were all green and black, and looked very ferocious.

"Th-those are not human fingers." Jiang Chen sat in the mud. He looked at his wife who once lived under the same roof. There was no worry or concern on his face, but more of panic and a trace of deeply concealed emotion. disgust.

"I'm afraid you have no right to say that to her. The little foster kid wants her to give you a ghost baby, and you are just wearing a good person's skin." Looking at Ye Bing's fingers, I remembered the cremation at No. 3 Bridge Something I encountered during a live broadcast.

There was a vicious creature suppressed under the crematorium. It was originally planning to use the power of the evil spirits to escape, but I unintentionally stopped it.

In that duel, the evil creature broke the seal and stretched out a finger.

Although I was in a trance and my mind was in a trance at the time, I was deeply impressed by that finger.

Just like Ye Bing's hand at this moment, it was blue-black and shriveled inward, like a dead tree root buried underground.

"The evil thing escaped?" When I went to the No. 3 Bridge Crematorium tonight, Mr. Gu was the only one in the memorial hall, and I didn't notice the presence of other ghosts. Now that I think about it, I suddenly feel a little abnormal.

The crematorium itself is a large formation covering a ten-mile radius, involving the ten evil spirits, with ten levels of transformation. It can condense the ghosts within a ten-mile radius, guide and absorb them, and turn them into one's own use.

I was asked to use the magic talisman to drain all my essence and blood. I held on until dawn and then collapsed. I barely managed to survive. I didn’t even know how I was sent to the hospital, let alone destroyed the Ten Evil Formation.

The formation was intact, but when I arrived tonight, the place was surprisingly "clean", without any ghosts or wandering souls greedy for the human world.

Where have all those filthy things gone?

While I was thinking, my lower back was suddenly entangled by green willows, and a gentle force pulled me back.

"That girl is possessed by something, don't get too close." Taoist Master Xianqing had already withdrawn from the Three Infant Formation and motioned for me to stand behind him.

When Taoist Priest Xianqing interrupted me like this, I remembered: "Taoist Priest, Qingtu Temple is so close to the No. 3 Bridge Crematorium. You should know about the suppression of evil objects below the crematorium, right?"

"This is not a secret in Jiangcheng. Many people know it. Why are you suddenly saying this?"

"Taoist Priest, I suspect that Ye Bing's upper body at this time is the murderer under the crematorium."

I told my speculation, and Taoist Master Xianqing's expression changed: "How sure are you?"

"Seventy percent." The change in Ye Bing's finger was just one of them. I thought of the changes before and after the crematorium. Lu Xing and Zhu Ren happened to have been there before, so I came to this conclusion.

"It's broken. If this is the case, I'm afraid the two of us will have to answer here." Taoist priest Xianqing seemed to be facing a powerful enemy, and his eyes towards Ye Bing became a little hesitant.

"You and I can't be the opponent of that fierce thing if we work together?" In my arms, I also wrapped a set of two-dragon water formation talisman and a random high-quality talisman exchanged from the underworld show in my arms. These things are what I dare to stand on. The trump card here.

"If the evil thing is really possessed, it is estimated that only the ancestor is resurrected to subdue it." Taoist priest Xian Qing sighed: "The person who suppressed the evil thing on the No. 3 bridge was the ancestor of my corpse extermination lineage. Speaking of which, this vicious creature is closely related to our corpse-hunting lineage."

"All the rumors about the evil thing in the market are actually fictitious. No one knows the real reason. Even our direct descendants don't know the origin of this evil thing." Taoist Master Xianqing sighed: "The ancestor will take it away." After being suppressed at No. 3 Bridge, he disappeared not long after, leaving only a handwritten letter, instructing his descendants not to look for him, and not to step into the crematorium of No. 3 Bridge. He must not be buried, let alone buried within ten miles of No. 3 Bridge.”

"Your master?" Xian Qingdao has been over fifty years old. This has to go back to his ancestor's generation. Doesn't the origin of the murderous thing go back a hundred years?

"Yes, the corpse-killing line once had its glory, but it only began to decline in modern times. It happened to be that after the death of the ancestor, the corpse-killing line fell apart, as if it was jealous of heaven. By my master's generation, There are only two or three disciples left, and when the news reaches me, only Yunchuan is left as a disciple."

"Could the decline of the zombie lineage be related to this vicious creature?"

My casual words made Taoist Master Xianqing think deeply: "It makes some sense, but the most urgent thing now is to get this thing out of the girl's body."

Taoist priest Xianqing deliberately wanted to avoid some topics. Regarding the evil things suppressed under the No. 3 Bridge Crematorium, it seemed to be a taboo in their lineage.

The yin energy entered her body, Ye Bing's hair was disheveled, and her appearance became more and more weird.

"Shame!"

The rain rolled back, and a dark wind blew around Ye Bing, adding a touch of cruelty to the already desperate and dark rainy night.

"I'm here to stop it. You go find Yun Chuan and ask him to take the body of the fox fairy away quickly. If you encounter this evil spirit today, I'm afraid you won't be able to pick up the body normally."

"Taoist Priest, can you do it alone?" I glanced at Ye Bing's growing Yin Qi, and then at Taoist Priest Xianqing who was just holding a wicker in his hand, feeling unsure.

"If you can't do it, I'll do it anyway. Get out of here!"

In order to buy time, Taoist Master Xianqing stood there holding a green willow tree: "Let's go!"

I grabbed Jiang Chen and turned his head outward. As soon as I turned around, there was a howling wind behind me.

Ye Bing came straight to me. She had gone crazy. All her beauty had turned into terror. She had lost her mind, bared her teeth and claws, like a monster.

"Definitely!" Taoist Priest Xianqing threw out two talismans, but the talisman against corpse transformation was useless to Ye Bing. Seeing that Ye Bing was about to grab my shoulder, he waved the wicker, but the emerald green wicker didn't know how to use it. Something was soaked and slapped on Ye Bing's body, leaving purple and black marks.

Ye Bing slowed down his movements and I escaped.

I quickly ran into Xinhu High School and saw several sneaky figures around the burning trench. At first glance, I thought they were the bodies of students running out of the room.

"Step aside!"

With the muzzle of the gun pressed against Jiang Chen's head, I walked through several armed policemen and entered the burning trench.

As soon as I entered the bungalow, I felt a bit of chill on my forehead. When I looked up, I saw that the Yuan Chen Soul Hanging Talisman on the door automatically moved without wind, which was very strange.

"Yunchuan?" I shouted subconsciously, but no one responded.

I strangled Jiang Chen's neck and entered the back room again.

Walking through the gaps between the standing corpses, I stepped on the dark burnt sediment on the ground and walked to Yunchuan.

The thick white face towel I opened just now has been closed at some point. Without thinking, I reached out and opened a corner of the face towel: "Yunchuan, your master..."

My pupils shrank suddenly, and the face under the white scarf was reflected in my eyes. That was not Yunchuan's face at all, but the face of a fox!

His fingers seemed to be spasming, and he shook unconsciously before covering the face with the towel again.

"How is that possible?" I took a step back and looked at the tall man in front of me. He was wearing black clothes with red trim. His appearance, body shape, and clothing had not changed. This must be Yunchuan, but why did I see a picture when I lifted the mask? Fox face?

I don't know much about driving corpses, and I don't know why Taoist Master Xianqing asked Yun Chuan to stand among the corpses with the body of the fox fairy on his back: "From what Taoist Xianqing meant, it seems to mean 'picking up the corpse'" What?"

Time was running out, so I lifted the scarf off Yunchuan's face again with shaking hands.

"Master, what's wrong? Why did you stop mid-sentence?" This time, under the scarf was Yunchuan's own face. Although he didn't look good, he was very conscious.

"It's nothing, maybe I saw it wrong just now." I tilted my head and looked at the fox corpse on Yun Chuan's back, but the fox's face was also covered by a thick mask, and nothing could be seen: "You Master is in trouble, and that evil cultivator is difficult to deal with, so he asked you to take the corpse of the fox fairy and leave first."

"The altar has been opened, and the dead have all been eaten. How could it be stopped halfway?" Yun Chuan pursed his lips at the surrounding sacrifices. His original intention was to let me see the bitten rabbit, fish, and pork. But maybe because of his too much strength, he shook the mask off his face in one fell swoop.

The white cloth mask came off, and I saw the other half of Yunchuan's face that was covered.