Liu Yong didn't take Wang Yanjun's words to heart. He even considered taking the car keys and driving away to make Wang Yanjun suffer more.
But as soon as he stepped on the gas, looking at the gloomy sky, he thought of his sister again.
"Never mind! There's still a little girl here!"
Liu Yong stepped on the brake again, pulled the handbrake, and sent a message to Wang Yanjun:
It looks like it's about to rain. Remember your lesson, don't hurt another little girl!
After receiving the message, Wang Yanjun looked up at the sky and said to Lu Qing with some concern:
"It looks like it's about to rain. This mountain is prone to collapse. Should we go back first and come back after this rain?"
Lu Qing frowned and shook his head:
"I only have today off, and I have military training tomorrow."
"But you can't risk your life for the sake of an investigation!"
Having already experienced despair once, Wang Yanjun was terrified of going through it again.
Lu Qing looked at the sky and it seemed like it was about to rain, but no worries, she had a plan.
"Hey bro, wait a minute, I need to talk to Sister Rain about going down later!"
As he spoke, Lu Qing took out a talisman, closed his eyes, and chanted a spell.
After a while, she opened her eyes and smiled:
"Alright! I've discussed it with Sister Rain God, and she can wait until we leave before it starts raining. You can rest assured now!"
Wang Yanjun was surprised for a while before he asked:
"You know the Rain God?"
Lu Qing: "Oh! I met Sister Rain God when I first learned how to use the Rain-Summoning Talisman. She's such a nice person!"
Wang Yanjun: "What does the Rain God look like?"
Lu Qing thought for a moment:
"Sister Rain Goddess is actually a dragon. She is the daughter of the Dragon King. Originally, her father should have been the one to bring rain, but he disappeared many years ago, so she became the one to bring rain."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yanjun chuckled twice.
If someone else had said this, he would have at least called them a braggart, but since it came from Lu Qing, it seemed much more credible.
The two walked up the mountain. The sun was already obscured by clouds, and the surroundings were shrouded in darkness, but not a single raindrop fell.
Finally, Lu Qing followed the scent of the ghost baby to the place where Zhao Meilian was buried.
The grave was destroyed by a landslide; the coffin was swept aside, and the body inside was gone.
Just as Lu Qing guessed, now that the ghost baby has been born, the mother body will naturally not lie here obediently.
Lu Qing took out the Soul-Suppressing Bottle, tapped it lightly with two fingers, and the bottle immediately trembled. The baby's mournful cry instantly echoed through the mountains and forests.
Wang Yanjun's head throbbed from listening, and he quickly covered his ears.
Looking at Lu Qing again, she seemed completely unaffected, carefully observing her surroundings.
Suddenly, a strange, eerie wind blew in, and the sand and dust blinded the two of them.
Just then, Lu Qing suddenly felt a chilling aura coming from behind him.
Looking up, Wang Yanjun stared at her nervously, gesturing with his hands: Three! Two! One!
"Get down!"
Lu Qing suddenly looked down, and Wang Yanjun pulled a gun from behind his waist and pulled the trigger.
With a loud bang, a special bullet was fired, striking the female corpse squarely between the eyebrows.
The female corpse let out a scream, then slumped her head limply.
That's Zhao Meilian!
Wang Yanjun breathed a sigh of relief and raised an eyebrow at Lu Qing triumphantly:
"Girl, how was it? Your older brother still has some skills..."
"careful!"
Before the old man could finish speaking, the female corpse came back to life and reached for his heart with a claw.
Thanks to Lu Qing pulling him back in time, otherwise his heart would have already left his chest cavity.
The female corpse lunged at the two of them with great speed and strength, a significant increase from before.
"Holy crap! She's like she's on steroids!"
Wang Yanjun dodged quickly, but he was still not fast enough to catch the female corpse and was almost scratched on the arm.
Seeing this, Lu Qing pushed Wang Yanjun aside, formed hand seals, and summoned a talisman array:
"With a clear sky and a spiritual earth, guided by the five elements, spirits are suppressed and souls are locked, and all ghosts submit!"
More than a dozen talismans flew above the female corpse, forming a barrier that trapped her within the formation.
Golden light flashed within the formation, illuminating the female corpse and causing her to scream in agony.
Just then, Lu Qing suddenly noticed that the female corpse's joints seemed to be connected by several almost invisible threads, the other end of which extended into the grass.
"Brother!"
Lu Qing gave Wang Yanjun a look, and Wang Yanjun quickly understood.
He tiptoed around to the back of the clump of grass.
A boy who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old was seen baring his teeth and manipulating the female corpse, with the other end of the silk thread wrapped around his hand.
"What kind of formation is this woman using? It's so powerful!"
"Ouch~ My fingers hurt from being pulled so much!"
The boy was so focused on dealing with Lu Qing that he didn't notice Wang Yanjun approaching from behind.
Until Wang Yanjun's gun was pressed against his head, a cold voice rang out:
"Your fingers hurt? Should I break them for you?"
The boy froze, then immediately begged for mercy:
"Have mercy, sir! Please don't shoot!"
He outwardly appeared submissive, but one of his hands secretly reached for the knife at his waist.
Wang Yanjun is a seasoned veteran, and these little tricks naturally didn't escape his notice.
"Kid, do you want to see if your knife is faster or my gun is?"
The boy sneered, stiffening his neck and feigning composure as he said:
"Ha~ I bet your gun's empty!"
The next second, Wang Yanjun slapped him across the face:
"Damn it! You're trying to show off right in front of me, betting that my gun isn't loaded? You think you're Yan Shuangying?!"
The boy clutched his head, tears streaming down his face from the pain.
Wang Yanjun stepped on his chest, toying with the gun and sneered:
"Watch closely! My gun doesn't need bullets, you idiot!"
He is a police officer in charge of unusual cases, so his gun is naturally different from that of ordinary police officers. It doesn't have bullets at all; its attack power comes entirely from the magical artifact inside the gun.
Lu Qing walked over quickly, looked at the silk thread on the boy's finger, and asked:
"You can control corpses? Are you from the Corpse-Driving Sect? But the Corpse-Driving Sect doesn't seem to use this kind of thing to control corpses!"
The boy snorted coldly and said:
"What do you know! This is my own corpse control technique, far more powerful than the corpse-driving techniques of the Corpse-Driving School!"
"You created this yourself! Let me see!"
Lu Qing reached out and pulled off the silk thread. After examining it for a moment, she looked at the boy's face and, as if she had seen something, couldn't help but laugh.
The boy blushed instantly and said angrily:
"What are you laughing at? What's so funny!"
"Your name is Zhang Shichang, right?" Lu Qing asked with a smile.
The boy was taken aback and asked instinctively, "How do you know my name?"
Lu Qing: "Uncle Zhang Yun of the Corpse-Driving Sect has a son who can't learn the art of corpse-driving, isn't that you!"
The boy was shocked: "You know my dad?"
"Who exactly are you?" the boy asked Lu Qing warily.
Lu Qing smiled slightly and looked at him, saying:
"Little Chang, don't you recognize me? I'm Lu Qing!"
"Lu Qing?!"
Zhang Shichang was shocked and quickly looked Lu Qing up and down:
"Are you really Lu Qing?"
"Wait a minute! I remember you were so chubby when you were little, like a meatball. How come you've gotten so thin and beautiful now?"
The smile on Lu Qing's face vanished instantly, followed by a slap across his face:
"Zhang Shichang, who are you calling meatball?"
Zhang Shichang was slapped, but instead of being angry, he was pleasantly surprised.
"That's right!"
Lu Qing asked, puzzled, "What's right?"
Zhang Shichang: "That slap felt right, the force was just right, exactly the same as the slap you gave me when I was a kid!"
"Lu Qing, it really is you!" Zhang Shichang exclaimed excitedly.
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