Later, he contacted Yun Wuxia and other tool girls, and the delivery matter would be left to her. If Zilu did a good job, Wei Yang would be able to save a lot of time to do other things.
If it's not done well, there's no need to continue wasting time on her.
The cruise ship continues forward.
Wei Yang checked on his mobile phone and found that there were more than 400 miles of waterways from Qingzhou to Jinyang Mountain, interspersed by two rivers.
This cruise ship is not very fast, so it will probably take some time.
However, Wei Yang was not in a hurry and just treated the leisurely leisurely trip as if he were taking a boat trip. Thinking about it this way, it felt pretty good.
Ever since Kongkong got Wei Yang's mission, he had been hiding in the room and not coming out.
Wei Yang didn't care about it.
Anyway, everyone gets what they need. As for saying goodbye to the big brother.
We are all adults, so don't be funny.
This trip lasts for two days.
At noon that day, we arrived at a small town dock again. The cruise ship needed to rest and purchase some supplies on board.
Wei Yang simply got off the boat and went for a walk in the town.
This small town was built on the riverside. It looks very old. There are many old houses with green bricks and green tiles, covered with moss and very smelly.
Wei Yang walked casually on the streets, admiring the scenery of the town.
Not to mention, this is a dock town.
However, the people in the town live a very leisurely life, and the pace is not fast at all.
The sellers don't shout.
People who walk don’t hurry.
Even the cars coming and going are slow.
It seems that there are not so many troubles in life here.
Wei Yang liked this atmosphere very much.
Just walking.
Suddenly, the group of people caught Wei Yang's attention.
In this slow rhythm, it is obvious that some anxious people appear.
The most important thing is that among this group of people, there is an old Taoist priest who is particularly eye-catching.
Open your spiritual eyes subconsciously.
Wei Yang suddenly raised his eyebrows, showing an unexpected expression.
The old Taoist priest had obvious mana fluctuations in his body. Although it was just average, he was indeed a member of the Qi Sect.
And those people who urged me had more or less dark energy about them.
Good guy.
This is a country place with strange people.
And it’s still a big deal.
Wei Yangzheng felt that it was boring and quickly followed him, intending to watch the excitement.
As for people in China, there is no way to change their deep-rooted love of eating melons.
Follow all the way.
The group of people, surrounded by the old Taoist priest, came to a wealthy family in a corner of the town.
This family had white flags hung on the door rails and a shed built. It was obvious that someone in the family had died.
Wei Yang opened his spiritual eyes and instantly saw that the entire house was shrouded in black air, which was extremely cold.
This is resentment and frustration!
I am a little unwilling to be afraid of dying!
Wei Yang was thoughtful.
Then Wei Yang approached the door and found that no one was guarding it. When he looked inside, he saw the door of a lobby with three floors inside and three floors outside. Men, women, old and young were watching.
Wei Yang went in calmly, came to a remote corner and looked inside.
Then I saw a bed placed in the lobby, with a corpse lying on the bed, half of the body covered by a white cloth.
Wei Yang stared closely and observed, and was shocked to find that the corpse was that of an old lady. However, although her life was dead and her face was pale, her eyes were wide open and her face was ferocious, as if she would never rest in peace.
But in the old lady's body, the resentment condenses and transforms into evil spirits. This is the rhythm of corpse transformation!
No wonder we invited an old Taoist priest.
Wei Yang clicked his tongue in surprise, but didn't care.
He can usually kill evil spirits with one punch.
It is not surprising that a mere zombie is simply the lowest form of alien.
But Wei Yang was quite curious as to how the old Taoist priest would solve the problem.
For him, this was a long experience and he accumulated some knowledge about Qimen.
At this time, the old Taoist priest who was brought here was checking the bedside.
The people around him looked nervously, not daring to take a breath.
After going around twice, the old Taoist priest began to use his methods.
First, someone brought a table, spread out a yellow cloth Bagua diagram, and placed candles, bells, yellow paper, porcelain bowls, writing brushes, peach wood swords and other surprising things.
After the things were laid out, the old Taoist priest started making magic formulas and chanting words.
After a while, he picked up the brush, twisted it gently, and the brush hairs spread out. He took out two brushes, placed them on the nose and mouth of the corpse on the bed, and pressed his hand on the corpse's chin. The next moment, the two brush hairs swished.
With one click, it entered the nostrils of the corpse.
The hair of the pen enters the nostril.
The old lady's originally ferocious expression suddenly softened, and her eyes closed.
The old Taoist priest showed a proud smile.
Several middle-aged men and women standing nearby also breathed a sigh of relief.
But soon, the old Taoist priest's smile froze.
Because the old lady who had just closed her eyes suddenly opened them again, and this time, her originally pale eyes became a little red.
But it has become more fierce!
This made the old Taoist priest suddenly feel numb and took a few steps back.
"Ah, Taoist Yang, what's wrong with you?" A man in his late forties and close to fifty asked hurriedly.
The old Taoist priest had a solemn expression. He looked at the body for a moment, then looked at the man and asked seriously: "Tell me, how did your mother die? If you don't explain clearly, this matter cannot be solved."
"Ah? Does this, does this have anything to do with how she died?" The man hesitated.
The old Taoist priest said angrily: "Your mother's resentment is still lingering. This is a violent death. If you don't say anything, forget it. I can't control this matter. You can only wish for your own happiness."
After saying that, the old Taoist priest turned around and left.
The man quickly said: "Hey, Daoist Yang, Daoye Yang, you can't just ignore it. Our Zhou family is such a big family. If something like this happens, I'm afraid we will all suffer. Human lives are at stake. Master Dao, you can't
Let’s go.”
The old Taoist priest sneered: "It seems that you know a little bit about things. You also know that after the corpse transforms, blood relatives will suffer."
The man laughed dryly: "I just heard about it."
"Then tell me, how did your mother die?" the old Taoist priest asked again.
The man said: "This matter sounds strange, but I can guarantee that our Zhou brothers and sisters are not unfilial in the slightest. They have always treated her with great respect. They say hello morning and night, greet her with greetings, and never slack off for a day."
"But my mother committed suicide by herself."
The man looked helpless.
The old Taoist priest was stunned: "Since you are so filial, why did she commit suicide?"
The man said: "That's why I said it's quite weird. The morning before yesterday, we brothers and sisters were still discussing how to organize her eightieth birthday. The old lady also acted very normal and smiled happily."
"But the afternoon before yesterday, we planned to take the old lady to tailor a set of clothes for her birthday, but we found that she had hanged herself in the bedroom."
"We brothers and sisters rushed to send her to the hospital, but we couldn't save her."
The old Taoist priest said: "Hanged himself? Are you sure he hanged himself?"
"Yes, the police came to inspect the scene yesterday, and there was nothing missing from the house. The old lady also left a suicide note. It was very strange. It only had five words, and it was written in blood."
"What word?" the old Taoist priest asked.
The man hesitated for a moment and then replied: "Yang life is exchanged for yin life."
The old Taoist priest suddenly changed his expression and exclaimed: "Are you sure? Where is the suicide note? Bring it to me quickly."
The man quickly said: "Jiamu, go get the suicide note."
"good!"
A young man in his early twenties left in a hurry.
The old Taoist priest looked at the old lady lying on the bed again, and said with a solemn expression: "If it is really as stated in the suicide note, your mother's past identity is probably unusual. This matter will be troublesome."
"Tao Zhang Yang, can you make it clearer? We really don't understand." The man asked tangledly.
The old Taoist priest shook his head: "It's hard to say for now, but we still need to make some preparations. I say, you do it."
"Why."
"First, buy black dog blood. Remember, you can only buy pure black dog blood. If you can't find it, you can also buy the blood of a big rooster that is more than three years old. After buying it, put it on the exterior and interior walls of your home.
Even the window sills and doors should be smeared with a layer of it, and it should be done before the sun goes down."
"Okay, go buy it right away."
"Second, write the birthdays and horoscopes of your immediate family members within three generations on a yellow form, and then buy the corresponding male and female paper figures."
"good."
"Third, send someone to my house and ask my disciple Hongcheng to invite the worshiped True Monarch of Maoshan."
"Tonight is the most critical. If you can pass it, your family will be safe and sound. If you can't pass it..."
Having said this, the old Taoist priest paused, looked at the pale man and said, "Let's go one by one. It's best to go abroad and never come back."
