Updated: 2012-07-29

Zhang Shaokun's son Zhang Chengrui was already gritting his teeth and squatting on the ground tremblingly, not daring to speak anymore.

Ye Yi looked up at Zhang Shaokun and said, "This is your business. This grave has been around for a while, right?"

Zhang Shaokun said: "It's been almost 20 years."

Ye Yi said: "I suspect that your mother's ashes were not buried before, so the old lady has never left. There is something wrong with your grave. Fortunately, you have been renewed, otherwise you wouldn't know how to die."

"How do you know?" Zhang Shaokun asked in horror. This person who has been fighting criminals all his life has become as cowardly as ordinary people in such a strange scene.

I actually had the heart to laugh out loud in such an environment, and I found that I had indeed experienced it. I was no longer the fragile Yang Guang... Well, maybe, only by Ye Yi's side can I maintain a certain sense of security, right? This guy can really give people a sense of security.

I smiled and said, "I can think of it. Those who grew up eating relief and hundreds of families have to go to school and take the exam. How could you bury your mother? Or is it in such a place? If you speculate a little, you will think that you must have the ability to do this after you work."

At this time, Ye Yi had prepared the props and said, "We don't have much time. Both of you and your father and son cut the palms of your hands with a knife, grabbed the willow tree man with his right hand, and covered his left hand with blood and stained the red and white lines with blood."

Zhang Shaokun was a ruthless man. After taking the knife handed over by Ye Yi, he cut a large knife edge into his palms. He handed the knife to his son with his backhand, but he didn't expect that Zhang Chengrui didn't even dare to take the knife. His trembling look looked like he was about to cry no matter how he looked.

Zhang Shaokun cursed angrily: "Waste."

After scolding, Zhang Shaokun clamped the wooden man in his hand between his chest, abdomen and legs, grabbed his son's hands, Zhang Chengrui struggled twice, and started screaming. It turned out that Zhang Shaokun had cut two bloody holes into the palm of his son. He slapped the boy in the face and cursed angrily: "When can you not embarrass you?"

This suddenly stunned Zhang Chengrui, who was very arrogant and handsome in the police uniform for the first time. Ye Yi couldn't care so much and said, "Hurry up, we're coming out!"

I hurriedly pulled Zhang Chengrui and walked towards Ye Yi's wooden board. Zhang Chengrui grabbed the wooden man tightly with both hands, his whole body tense. I forced his left hand to open and dragged him over like a dead dog. He grabbed and mopped the floor and touched the red and white lines with his left hand. The boy was already lying on the ground, trembling and rolling his eyes.

Ye Yi ignored him and said to Zhang Shaokun: "Give you a chance to win time. You can only do it. Do you dare?"

Zhang Shaokun said: "What do you want me to do?"

Ye Yi said: "Go and climb up to your mother's grave, hold the incense stick with one hand and grab the wooden man with the other. If I don't let you get down, you don't get down. Afterwards, you will get seriously ill. Do you dare to go?"

"As long as I can save my son, what's wrong with me?" Zhang Shaokun called out. In such a strange place, even the old soldier who was tough and tried, the old policeman was almost collapsed.

Zhang Shaokun climbed to his mother's grave. I understand this, called relatives' meeting, or relatives' sword. It is a more heartless approach. This suppression of the grave is equivalent to cutting off the kindness of the mother and son, and for anyone, it will be a loss of life. But at this time, Ye Yi could not find a better way to stop the evil spirit from crawling out of the grave. He had to use Zhang Shaokun's blood as a medium, hoping that the blood left in Zhang Shaokun's palm could be exchanged for a little time, so that the evil spirit hesitated. If the evil spirit attacked Zhang Shaokun, then his lifelong kindness with his deceased mother would be completely cut off. Of course, he would definitely attack. Otherwise, how could he be called an evil spirit? Just see if he could suppress it with the relationship connected by blood, just delay it for a while. Let Ye Yi free up his hand to continue Zhang Chengrui's life.

After Zhang Shaokun climbed up, the green light spots that had originally evaporated outward began to become chaotic, not as neat as before.

Ye Yi put two wooden boards side by side, and the two snakes were caught out of the bag. After each snake came out, it entrenched between the two wooden boards along Ye Yi's hands. The strange movements of the two snakes were connected to the head and tail. That is, after the two snakes walked along the nails on the wooden board, they suddenly opened their mouths and bit each other's tail, thus forming a complete circuit state.

This is the so-called snake path and the road to return home.

Then, Ye Yi released the black cat. The black cat had already cooed impatiently in the cage, especially when Ye Yi released it, the black cat let out a shrill cry.

It seemed that the sound was very shocking. The already scattered green light spots were completely disordered and began to float all over the sky. Immediately afterwards, the cement-filled grave began to make a thud! thud! thud! thud sound, as if a living person was locked inside, and he was hitting the wall with a sledgehammer, as anxious as if he wanted to break out of the wall.

The black cat cracked the most, revealing its sharp teeth, and the hair on its body was thorny, especially its furry tail was now like a mace, pointing straight up in the sky.

Thrilling screams followed by shrill.

In ancient Egypt, the black cat was known as the messenger of hell and had the right to swallow impure souls.

In China, black cats are the product of warding off evil spirits. It is said that the black cat in this world is the clone of the divine beast walking on the earth in hell. It is also a way for Diting to listen to the sufferings of the world. It is a bit strange and extraordinary. As the black cat keeps hissing and howling, the strange green light spots begin to become thinner.

This is a good sign. It seems that the evil spirit is still thinking about the mother-son relationship and is reluctant to let the killer go. In addition, there is a black cat born to restrain the ghost body outside, so it is temporarily safe.

Ye Yi was constantly doing something there, and the cigarettes there began to wave their heads and no longer chased the direction of the cigarette on the grave. Immediately afterwards, I saw the cigarettes turning in the air, and something strange happened again. The wisps of smoke that should have climbed up actually separated into two in the air and turned around and smashed down to the ground!

The two smokes were like two swords, piercing the two wooden boards directly.

When the smoke comes into contact with the wooden board, you hear the sound of a steel rope being pulled.

Crack!

The red rope on the wooden board that represents Zhang Chengrui was immediately broken!
Chapter completed!