90: The Real Daughter Has a Divine Calculation System

Chapter 81

Fang Shazhan had to remember to arrange to catch someone, so Zhang Xiaodan could only pack some bread for him to eat on the way.

Master Fang stayed at the An family for dinner before taking Anzi and Lu Jun out to CID to see the body.

It was the middle of winter and the weather was already freezing cold, but the morgue was even colder.

Anzi is a cultivator with an unusual physique. Lu Jun also exercises all year round and is learning boxing from Anzi. The two of them don't feel that cold, but it is a pity for Master Fang. Whenever he speaks, his upper and lower teeth start to chatter, and every sentence is accompanied by a "crunching" sound.

"That's all." Master Fang opened the freezer containing the dead body and rubbed his arms vigorously.

He could see a thing or two about Feng Shui, but he was really helpless when faced with such a difficult case, and he really did not deserve the title of "special consultant".

Anzi asked Lu Jun to hold her up and opened his third eye to look at everything.

All of these dead people died in a miserable way, with pale faces. Even though Lu Jun had seen many big scenes, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

After carefully examining each of the dead, Anzi closed her eyes. After a few breaths, she suddenly opened them, "Hurry! Go find Uncle Fang! It will be too late if you are late!"

That thing is not something they can deal with!

She calculated wrongly! The next crime would not be committed in three days, but tonight!
Master Fang was frightened by the coldness in her tone and instinctively wanted to go out to drive. Anzi raised his hand and glanced at the electronic watch on his wrist, frowning, "I can't wait for Uncle Fang to drive over. Brother Jun, Uncle Fang, follow me closely."

Lu Jun didn't say anything. He put her on the ground and grabbed the strap of her backpack. Master Fang looked at Anzi, then at Lu Jun, and finally followed suit and grabbed the hem of Lu Jun's cotton-padded jacket. When he saw Lu Jun turning her head to look at him, he gave him a flattering smile.

Anzi found the right direction, took out a talisman from her coat pocket, and shook her right hand. The yellow talisman ignited without fire. She whispered a string of spells, and when the talisman burned out, a misty path suddenly appeared in front of her.

Master Fang exclaimed, this was borrowing the road from the underworld, few of the masters he knew could do it, let alone do it so easily.

How tough must the opponent be that the nephew encountered this time to allow the young master to pass through the underworld and rush over?
Master Fang didn't dare to think about it too much, and Anzi didn't give him time.

She hung the sign given by Lu Pan around her neck, held a stack of paper money in her left hand, held the peach wood sword in her right hand, and stepped onto the path.

If she meets someone who is easy to talk to, she has paper money. If the other party insists on making trouble, she doesn't mind giving him a sword, so that he doesn't have to wait for reincarnation and his soul will be destroyed directly.

As soon as he stepped onto the path, Master Fang heard countless ghost howlings in his ears, and the hands that were holding Lu Jun's clothes began to tremble unconsciously. This feeling was even more eerie than being in the morgue!
"Don't look or listen to anything. If you're scared, just close your eyes." Anzi's voice came from his ear. Master Fang's hand tightened again and again, for fear that he would be lost on the road if he was not careful.

Amid the whistling wind, Master Fang seemed to hear a fragmented child's voice.

"Daddy..."

"Daddy..."

His body trembled, and he immediately leaned over to look, and saw a familiar little figure waving at him not far away.

Before Master Fang could react, Anzi threw a stack of paper money directly at the figure that made the sound and instantly knocked him far away.

"Shut up! Take the money and get out!"

Sombra: …

"Yes, yes, I will roll right away. Sir, please walk slowly, walk slowly." Master Fang: ...

The three of them traveled at lightning speed. Fortunately, Anzi was generous. Not only did he have a peach wood sword in his hand that looked very intimidating, but he also had a wooden sign around his neck that represented Lu Pan's identity. The wandering ghosts on the road would at most show their heads to ask for some benefits, but no one dared to rush up to die.

Even so, Anzi scattered a lot of paper money.

When they were almost at their destination, Anzi found a burly male ghost and threw a gold ingot to him, "Help me do something."

The male ghost was so overjoyed that he almost raised his hand and swore that he would get the job done.

An Zi pulled out a bulging bundle from his small backpack, told the male ghost An Laoqi's name and date of death, and asked the male ghost to help him be a courier.

"Help me deliver it, and I'll give you another ingot of gold."

The male ghost nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely deliver it to you." After thinking for a while, he racked his brains and added, "You are so filial. Being your grandpa is a blessing that I have cultivated for eight lifetimes."

Anzi's temples were throbbing, and he threw him another ingot of gold. "Alright, alright, go now."

She was not afraid that the male ghost would steal things, because she had put a ban on the bag, and no ghost except An Laoqi could open it.

"Okay! Sir, take care! If you have such good things in the future, you must come to me! Sir! My name is Jiang Qi!" The male ghost waved his hand and watched An Zi and the other two leave.

After walking out of the path and standing in front of the stone tablet of "Saddle Waist", Anzi remembered the name Jiang Qi.

Isn't this the best friend of An Laoqi's son An Musen? The letter An Musen left behind said that he went to Taiwan with him. How come Jiang Qi is now a wandering ghost? What about An Musen? Did he really go to Taiwan?

There were too many questions and Anzi didn't know where to start thinking, but now was not the time to think about these.

The place was named after the fact that its waist resembles a saddle. However, now the sky above the saddle is covered with thick black clouds, and there are wisps of scarlet rolling in the black clouds.

"It seems like a big product is going to be born..." Master Fang stared blankly at the dark sky. For the first time, he hated his own poor skills.

Anzi pursed her lips. Those stupid idiots dug up someone's grave and sold his wife, children and burial objects. No wonder they were chased out and killed without a trace, and finally devoured their souls. She couldn't find the right words to complain.

What the fuck is going on!
However, Fang Shazhan and those policemen were innocent. Anzi couldn't watch them die. Moreover, she wanted to recover those cultural relics and couldn't let that thing wipe out the last family.

"Let's go! Let's talk inside first." Anzi was unhappy and her tone of voice was not very good. Lu Jun squatted down and asked her to lie on his back.

Her arms and legs were short, so Lu Jun carried her on his back so they could go faster.

Master Fang gritted his teeth, thought of Fang Shazhan, and followed him anyway.

He only has this one living relative, so let's fight! Little Master, you must save his life!
Most of the villagers in Ma'anyao had been moved out in the afternoon, leaving only a few elderly people with limited mobility who remained in the village and refused to leave.

Fang Shazhan and more than 20 police officers gathered in the yard of the village chief's house, preparing to make final arrangements.

(End of this chapter)