The flickering lights in the Wu family's house were completely extinguished, the sound of the wind faded away, the chirping of cicadas at night faded away, the dripping water seemed to be playing a silent pantomime, and the surroundings were as silent as death.
The lid of the coffin in the mourning hall moved up and down, as if something was about to come out from inside.
Every time the bell was struck, it seemed to strike the hearts of everyone in the mourning hall.
The Taoist priest who was performing the ritual took a step back in fear, pointed in the direction of the coffin in the moonlight outside the door, and pushed the child beside him.
"Lid the coffin quickly, quickly, quickly."
Wu's father and mother didn't know what had happened. They groped in the dark and found the Taoist priest and asked, "Master, what happened?"
"The resentment is overwhelming, the resentment is overwhelming."
If he had known that the money was hard to make, he would not have come.
"You're feeling resentful? Then find a way to suppress it. We didn't spend so much money looking for you in vain."
The Taoist wiped the sweat from his face with his wide sleeves.
He was just a half-baked person, and he was good at cheating people. He never thought that after doing this business for decades, he would encounter a vengeful ghost today. Seeing that these two people were blaming him, he got angry.
"How did your son die? Why is he so resentful? He definitely didn't die of illness. If I had known that, I wouldn't have accepted your offer no matter how much money you offered."
"Bang!"
The coffin lid was blown to the ground by a huge force, and a purple-blue hand suddenly appeared in front of everyone. The young boy who was about to nail the coffin was so scared that he collapsed to the ground.
"Ah, ghost, ghost."
"It's over, it's over."
The Taoist priest closed his eyes and knelt on the ground in fear.
"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor. You should look for the one who murdered you."
"I'm a good person. I'll stay up all night to pray for your salvation and send you to the underworld."
The Taoist priest kept muttering for a long time, but there was no movement for a while. He secretly opened one eye, and his dark pupil instantly dilated. This ghost was actually sticking directly to him!
"ah--"
The Taoist priest took two steps back and his hat fell to the ground.
The ghost's head turned 360 degrees, and his pair of dark eyes stared at Wu's father and mother.
The two were so scared that they wanted to run away. They didn't know when the door of the mourning hall had been closed. There were still people outside the yard. They knocked on the door desperately and shouted loudly to their aunts and uncles outside, but the people outside seemed to hear nothing and let them shout at the top of their lungs.
The two of them slowly sat down by the door, not daring to look at the ghost, so they had to close their eyes and tremble their voices.
"Little Dog, it wasn't me who did it. It wasn't me, it was your dad. It's all your dad."
Father Wu's old face twisted uncontrollably.
"You stinky bitch, if you hadn't asked me to tell fortunes, I wouldn't have found this fake Taoist priest, I wouldn't have killed my own child."
The Taoist priest lying on the ground didn't expect that this incident would happen to him. He held his head, stuck out his butt, and looked confused.
"Ah? What does this have to do with me?"
He doesn't know.
Knowing the whole story, Xiaogouzi felt even more resentful. He stretched out his hands and grabbed the Taoist priest's neck.
His breath was taken away in an instant, his feet left the ground, and the Taoist felt that he was about to see his own breasts.
The moment he closed his eyes in despair, the force on his neck disappeared, and he gasped for breath, breathing in the fresh air madly.
Alive?
Is he alive?
He looked up somewhat uncomfortably and found that the ghost was nailed to the wall by a branch, motionless. He didn't know when another person appeared in the mourning hall. He was wearing black sportswear, and his long, soft hair was casually tied with a plain ribbon.
It was a woman, bright and beautiful, with a casual look in her eyes. She didn't look like she had entered a special haunted space, but rather like she was at home.
You can tell at first glance that he is a capable person.
"May I ask if this young Taoist priest is from the Seventh Bureau?"
The Taoist's lackey came forward, got close to Ji Yu, and reported the current situation.
The whole paragraph is just about saving me!
Then it has nothing to do with him.
Ji Yu laughed mockingly: "It has nothing to do with you? A month ago, when you were fortune-telling for a man, you forgot what you said."
"ah?"
The Taoist really couldn't remember anything. He couldn't remember what happened three days ago, let alone what happened a month ago. He shook his head guiltily.
Ji Yu slapped the other person on the head, and the bell on his wrist rang, and the forgotten memory was instantly recalled.
He seemed to have done a calculation for someone.
The other party said that he had been unlucky all his life and asked why. He then made up a story that his fate was in conflict with his child's, which affected his fortune.
The Taoist priest's face turned pale and he immediately knelt on the ground.
"This, this is so unfair to me. I never thought that the other party would be so rebellious as to kill his own son."
Seeing that the other party was putting all the blame on him, Father Wu pushed the Taoist priest in displeasure.
"You made that up? You're the murderer. If you weren't a liar, I wouldn't have killed my son. You're the one who killed my son."
Ji Yu was amazed and shook the phone in his hand.
"I've recorded all the conversations and reported it to the police. As for who killed this child, the law will naturally determine the crime. None of you will escape."
Father Wu's face changed drastically and he rushed towards Ji Yu, trying to snatch the phone from his hand.
"snort."
Ji Yu raised his leg high and kicked Wu's father directly in the stomach, causing him so much pain that he couldn't stand up at all.
Retracting her legs, she turned around and looked at the little ghost nailed to the wall. At this time, two lines of blood and tears were flowing down the little ghost's cheeks, and his lifeless dark eyes showed grievance and extreme sadness.
He was just a fifteen-year-old child, sleeping soundly at home, but for some reason he suddenly had difficulty breathing and was eventually suffocated to death by a pillow.
He was murdered, and when he turned into a ghost he found that everyone thought he died of illness.
He didn't understand why his parents didn't help him find the murderer, and he felt resentful.
Ji Yu raised his hand and pulled out the wooden hairpin. He had misjudged it earlier, thinking it was a tree branch. In fact, it was a hairpin made from an ancient sacred tree that could purify all resentment and hostility...
Because of the wooden hairpin, Wu Ergou's resentment gradually disappeared, and Ziqing's face returned to its deadly pale color, looking much more normal.
"Anyone who kills you will pay the price, and that Taoist priest won't be able to escape either."
When the Taoist priest heard this, he started to run away. When he opened the door, he came face to face with the police.
Ji Yu heard the noise and took Wu Ergou away.
"Comrade police, I was the one who called the police. When I passed by this family, I overheard that the child had been murdered. I recorded the conversation."
As soon as the words fell, everyone in the small courtyard was dumbfounded.
"What? Didn't Ergouzi die of illness?"
"Huh? Who killed him?"
The next second, Wu's father, mother and the Taoist priest were all taken away.
The whole audience was shocked.
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