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Chapter 590 The Skull That Was Lifted Off

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    The old man of the Qi family will simply eat birthday rice and stay in this attic to steal his birthday. If he knows a lot, he won't be exposed so easily by me.  We were even forced to pretend to commit suicide to reduce our vigilance, and just when the Qi family went upstairs, they took the opportunity to escape.

    The plan couldn't keep up with the changes, but Qi Mou believed in Mr. Qi, so he gave him an opportunity.

    The more than 30 servants of the Qi family who died were really vicious to the extreme, it can be said that they murdered without blinking an eye.

    Mao Yuanyang's face was gloomy, and he walked directly into the room.

    The corpses shook slightly as he entered.

    This even brought a wind in the house, and the candlelight kept shaking.

    I took a look inside the house, the statues on the wall and the relief bowls they held in their hands seemed to be filled with blood, shaking slightly.

    "Everyone disperse, go look for this building, and see if there are any living people." Mao Yuanyang in the room said coldly.

    After speaking, he also looked at the statues.

    At the same time, he even pulled out a bronze sword from his waist. With a casual swing, the wires broke and all the corpses fell to the ground.  At the moment, I feel very depressed.

    Because I can already infer that there must be no Qi family in this building.

    I don't know where Mr. Qi took the others.

    Even now we have no clue to find them.

    It was only then that I discovered that from the beginning to the end, we were very passive in the face of this old man who stole his life. The Qi family was the only breakthrough and the place where he revealed his identity, but we had no way to find him head-on.

    My thoughts are racing, and my mind is like a mess.

    Zhang Er also entered the room, looked at the statues with Mao Yuanyang, and seemed to want to find clues from them.

    Somehow, I squatted down and picked up the enamel bowl.

    The body of the bowl is too old, and the chill is very heavy and deep, as if something is about to pierce the skin.

    However, this feeling disappeared only for a moment.

    Looking at this bowl again, it feels ordinary to me.

    I thought about it, the longevity bowls for stealing longevity should have similar functions, but the copper bowl is so powerful that it can cut my hand, but this enamel bowl does not have this ability.

    And after stealing life, it has become something to be discarded at any time?

    The next moment I was also shocked, because after picking up the enamel bowl, there was an extra note on the ground.

    This piece of paper is pressed under the enamel bowl!

    I quickly picked it up, and there were three words written on it: Luo Shiliu!  Below that is a short paragraph.

    "Your life is very hard and long. It is the best life I have ever seen. I will take it and pick another day."

    "Neiyang City is a good place. There are monsters, monsters, and Mr. Yin and Yang. It is not easy to take your life. You need a special longevity bowl. I specially made it for you."

    "Mr. Yin Yang attracts jealousy and hate. I will avenge the ghosts and ghosts who died in your hands, and do justice for the ghosts. After you die, I will send all the disciples and grandchildren of those people to accompany you."

    Acting for ghosts?

    My eyelids twitched crazily. What the old man said was quite righteous.

    A special longevity bowl?  Is it what I dreamed of in my dream, and is it also the skull bowl in the hand of the relief?

    Raising my head, I looked at the last relief in the room.

    After hesitating for a moment, I walked towards the relief.

    When I got under the wall and raised my head, I suddenly felt that the half protruding bowl was a bit weird.

    As for what's weird, I can't tell.

    There seems to be a lot of cracks and dust on it, and after a few more glances, I feel a buzzing sound in my ears.

    But this is just an ordinary sculpture, it should not be a real bowl.

    I took a deep breath and put my thoughts aside.

    However, my heart is even heavier. A relief shape is enough to bring me this feeling. If I really have to face this bowl, I think it has the ability to hold my life, instead of breaking like a copper bowl.

    During this period, the feng shui masters who had just dispersed also came back one by one, and they were all reporting to Mao Yuanyang, but no one found that there was still anyone in the Qi family.

    Mao Yuanyang snorted coldly, waved his sleeves and said to me: "Luo Shiliu, there is no one in the Qi family now, so I can only ask Qi Lanxin. You can't stop this questioning of the soul, otherwise you will have trouble with the Fengshui community in Neiyang City  .¡±

    "Look at the dozens of people who died on this ground, if you would kill that old Qi family during the day,If the son is killed, there will be no such souls.  "

    "The method of asking the soul must be used, and the copper bowl must be repaired." Mao Yuanyang did not finish speaking.

    I turned around, looked at Mao Yuanyang calmly, and said, "Guanzhu Mao, it's no longer necessary, he will come to me."

    Mao Yuanyang frowned.

    Zhang Er's complexion changed, and his gaze fell on my hand.

    I held the enamel bowl in one hand and the paper in the other.  They were paying attention to other places just now, but they didn't see my movements.

    "Sixteen, that's the note he left, what did he write?" Zhang Er asked quickly.

    Mao Yuanyang winked with a Feng Shui master next to him, and said a few words in a low voice.

    The feng shui master walked towards me, he bowed slightly towards me, and stretched out his hands to receive it.

    I gave him the enamel bowl and the paper directly.

    Soon the two items were in the hands of Zhang Er and Mao Yuanyang respectively.

    Mao Yuanyang frowned, and Zhang Er's expression changed several times.

    "What a disciple and grandson!" After reading the note, Mao Yuanyang's voice became a lot harsher.

    He stared at me fixedly, and said: "Now you are being targeted, it is true that he is coming to you, and your life is not short, if he gets it, we may really have no way to deal with him, Luo  Sixteen, I don't need to use the soul-questioning method on Qi Lanxin, but from now on, you can't leave our sight." Zhang Er also gave me a look, signaling me not to object.

    I knew very well in my heart that Mao Yuanyang was not targeting me. I still didn't understand the old man who stole his life. In this case, it was safe. We were forced to be on the same boat, and we were all grasshoppers on the same rope.

    I nodded and said a word.

    Mao Yuanyang just waved his sleeves, and then said: "Go to the mountain first, please return the remains, he will eat the birthdays of us disciples and grandchildren along the way? Why don't we want to let him die in front of many murdered elders?!"

    The other Feng Shui masters around had a lot of hatred on their faces.

    Mao Yuanyang was the first to leave Qi's house.

    I walked behind, but I also thought that when I got downstairs, I had to tell Qi Lanxin about this matter, so many people died here, and I had to call the police to deal with the aftermath.  There is no need to go to Xu Shiyu for this matter. Qi Lanxin is from the Qi family and can handle it well. There are so many members of the Qi family who are missing, maybe they can be said to be kidnapped.

    Soon we were downstairs.

    Qi Lanxin paced back and forth beside the car with a slightly uneasy expression on her face.

    Mao Yuanyang got into the car, but he didn't say anything.

    I was about to clarify the situation with Qi Lanxin first.

    But at this moment, my cell phone rang.

    In the middle of the night, it was actually Xu Shiyu who called

    I was startled, I called in the middle of the night, what happened?

    After quickly connecting the phone, Xu Shiyu's uneasy voice came from the other side.

    "Sixteen, Li Dexian is dead He was originally detained and awaiting interrogation, but was found dead in the cell just now."

    "His death was too miserable and strange. No one heard the struggle or cry for help. His skull was ripped off"

    [The author has something to say]

    The third update is over I wrote too slowly today, and I posted it a little late Everyone, please forgive me (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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