Song Dynasty female artist

Chapter 18 Cowhide Book

The dishes in the pot crackled.

Su Yixin hurriedly lifted the lid of the pot, fiddled with it a few times with a shovel, and poured it out.

"Today you sleep with the two of them, no matter what you hear at night, don't open the door."

After dinner, Su Yixin pasted the talisman that he had drawn in the afternoon on the door of the room, and after giving detailed instructions, he went to Wang Youde's house.

"Here, everything you ordered is ready and waiting for you."

"The two head catchers have worked hard."

Zhu Fuming waved his hand: "This is our duty, and we can't bear the word hard."

"Look if there is anything missing."

"Very good."

Su Yixin looked at the things placed in the courtyard, they were all complete.

Take out the Qiankun glass mirror, and according to the horoscope given by Wang Youde, and the virtual compass position, calculate the inauspicious position and auspicious time for tonight.

Jiang Jinlian was born at the time of Dingsi and Risi in the month of Gengyin in the year of Xinhai, with the five elements of Nayin.

The farmer's style is composed of covered lights, pastoral soil, large forest trees, paraffin gold, and long flowing water.

The covered lights are the lights that are blown out at dawn, the paraffin gold is the meager pennies, and the long running water is the long flowing water that has been adjusted.

Jiang Jinlian's horoscope shows that her life has been smooth and smooth, and if there is no conflict with the feng shui at home, she can spend her life extremely smoothly.

Pity.

She was born in Sishi, Chonglong, Shabei, Jiachen, and Gengxu, so she should be buried and sacrificed.

The three quarters of Xu's time is an excellent time.

After finishing it, Su Yixin closed her eyes and rested her mind, waiting quietly.

When the time came, Su Yixin opened her eyes and turned around and sat cross-legged on the bunk, holding the Qiankun glass mirror with her slender fingers and tossing it into the sky, the glass mirror stopped about three inches above Su Yixin's head.

Shrouded in a pale yellow halo, Su Yixin took out the soul-attracting talisman drawn in the afternoon, threw it in the air, and quickly made a formula with both hands. The soul-attracting talisman flew out of Wang Youde's house and flew along the entire Wangjia Village as if being pulled by someone.

Jiang Jinlian had only been dead for one day, and the ghost must still be around.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Jiang Jinlian's ghost to float into the courtyard along with the soul-attracting talisman.

"Are you from the Gu family?"

Jiang Jinlian's ghost asked.

Of course, other than Su Yixin, no one else could hear this voice.

Su Yixin nodded and said, "I promise Uncle Youde that if you want to find out who killed you, look in the courtyard to see if there is anyone who killed you."

After Su Yixin finished speaking, Yan Renxu, who had been prepared for a long time, brought Wang Xiaotian out of the side room, along with Wang Youde and his son Wang Xiaogen.

"It was him, he killed me."

Jiang Jinlian's ghost looked along the line of sight, and when it saw Wang Xiaotian, its hostility surged, and it rushed to Wang Xiaotian at an extremely fast speed.

Sure enough it was him.

Jiang Jinlian's ghost was trembling, but she couldn't do anything, she was just a ghost who had just died, if it wasn't for this soul-attracting talisman, her ghost would have been almost swallowed by other ghosts.

Su Yixin made another trick, and Jiang Jinlian's grimace suddenly appeared in front of Wang Xiaotian.

Jiang Jinlian couldn't kill Wang Xiaotian, but it didn't hinder him from scaring him.

Originally it was just a pale face, but the seven orifices began to ooze blood, the five fingers transformed into sharp claws, and the tongue was extraordinarily long, smiling sinisterly at Wang Xiaotian.

Wang Xiaotian's ferocious face kept shaking, his lips trembled, and finally the defense line in his heart collapsed, and he shouted: "Ah... yes, there are ghosts."

After shouting, he was about to run.

Yan Renxu picked out his ears, grabbed Wang Xiaotian's collar, and pretended to be stupid: "Nonsense, there are officials here, even if there are ghosts, you have to stay away."

If Yan Renxu wasn't a cultivator, Jiang Jinlian's ghost just now would have scared his three souls and seven souls out.

Wang Xiaotian didn't know that Yan Renxu secretly pasted a talisman behind him, so only he, Su Yixin and Yan Renxu could see Jiang Jinlian's ghost among the people in the courtyard, and no one else could see it.

"You, you are dead, so don't pester me anymore."

Wang Xiaotian killed more than once, but it was the first time to see a ghost.

Because there are ghosts in my heart, I am particularly afraid of ghosts.

"You killed me."

Jiang Jinlian floated around Wang Xiaotian's side, blowing ghostly air on his neck.

Wang Xiaotian's hair stood on end, his thighs trembled, something dripped down his thighs, and he kept shouting: "I didn't mean to kill you, I just wanted to heal my face."

"If you want to heal your face, you have to kill me, Wang Xiaotian, you are simply a demon."

"Ask how to heal his face." Su Yixin sent a voice transmission to Jiang Jinlian.

Wang Xiaotian was so frightened that his will collapsed, he would answer whatever Jiang Jinlian asked.

Wang Youde didn't know that Jiang Jinlian's ghost was in front of him, he only heard Wang Xiaotian rambling about how and why he killed Jiang Jinlian.

His eyes were spitting fire. If Zhu Fuming hadn't pulled him, he would have rushed into the kitchen and chopped up Wang Xiaotian with a kitchen knife.

At some point, the yard was already full of people, all from Wangjia Village, and the village was standing at the front.

Behind Murozheng, stood a gloomy Yang Cuihua.

When Wang Xiaotian explained the killing process, Yan Renxu left the yard and went to Wang Xiaotian's house to collect physical evidence while everyone was not paying attention.

Seeing that Wang Xiaotian's confession was almost finished, Su Yixin took Jiang Jinlian's ghost and temporarily put it in the soul-receiving talisman.

Wang Youde was emotional, Zhu Fuming let go, went up and kicked Wang Xiaotian on the back: "Master, villager, you all heard just now, it was this grandson who killed my wife."

Seeing her son being hurt like this, Yang Cuihua's heart was cut like a knife.

"Wang Youde, speak as you say, why did you beat someone? Xiaotian was locked up in your house for a whole day, who knows if some kind of lynching was carried out, so that Xiaotian had to admit the crime of murder."

"Fuck your motherfucker."

Pointing at Yang Cuihua's nose, Wang Youde cursed: "All the villagers heard clearly just now that he killed someone himself, and he had a ghost in his heart. If he didn't kill someone, how could he explain the process so clearly?"

"Yang Cuihua, on weekdays everyone sees you as a woman, and they all let you see what you can do. When you say lynching, who are you referring to!"

Zhu Fuming took two steps forward at the right time.

His eyes were dignified and he said: "If you are worried about this arrest using lynching, you can ask the doctor to come over for an examination."

Yang Cuihua gritted her teeth and could only press down on this.

He winked at Wang Sihai who was standing in the crowd.

Wang Sihai was not very happy.

But no matter how bad Wang Xiaotian is, he is still his own son. After thinking about it, he stood up and said to Zhu Fuming: "Master, Xiaotian is not conscious now, could it be him talking nonsense..."

"Wang Sihai, your son is not talking nonsense. Jiang Jinlian is not the only one who killed him. This arrester is the evidence."

It was Yan Renxu who came from Wang Sihai's house to speak.

The folks let out the way, Yan Renxu still kept the burden in his hand on the ground.

In the bundle, there were three bloody bottles and a book wrapped in cowhide.

(End of this chapter)