Who knew that this time, the successor of the ghost story, was very embarrassed. Not to mention the soul-detaining one's soul, he didn't even have any restraint. He was the second uncle of the man who might have gone to the underworld to report. What are you worried about? After Shen Bing was killed for the first time, he rushed to the underworld and asked me to make things bigger.

When Pang Furong saw that he had no reaction, he sat back on the bed in disappointment.

Qu Mo asked in a low voice, is there no other way besides this method? I smiled and said, "Why didn't there be no?" My buddy had many ideas. When asked if Pang Furong had yellow paper, he took out a large piece of it from his body, which was used to crack disasters and write talismans. Of course, there were also cinnabar and brushes. I drew a Lingguan Talisman on the spot and asked him to find a red yarn in the house. I used this method to find the footprints of the murderer in Mingzhu City.

He put the red line into a pentagonal shape on the ground, recited the Spiritual Official Spell and reported this morning, and a large number of footprints immediately appeared on the ground. Although Pang Furong was very conceited about his fortune-telling skills, he had only a slight understanding of Taoist magic. Seeing my skills, he felt awe-inspiring.

I pointed to the footprints on the ground and said, "Look carefully. Although the footprints are messy, I can tell that only three people appeared in the house this morning, one big and two small. The older one is a man, and the younger one is a woman." I looked up at Pang Furong and said, "This man is probably you, and one of the two women is An Daiyun, and the other is the murderer!"

The murderer may be a woman, which surprised me. After excluding the possibility of Pang Furong killing, I guessed that the mysterious young man wanted to kill someone to silence him. But judging from the footprints of an extra woman, I felt that even if that person killed someone to silence him, he could only kill Pang Furong. There was no need to kill An Daiyun. Pang Furong said just now that An Daiyun didn't know about him doing this, and there was no need for that person to do it.

However, it is rare for female murderers to be killed, and An Daiyun was stabbed in the chest for more than a dozen times. It is hard to imagine that a woman would be so vicious!

I looked at Pang Furong and remembered the initial speculation again. Could it be that the murderer or he was not?

Pang Furong seemed to see my thoughts and shook his head and said, "If I had killed Daiyun, I would have left the body and not cleaned up. Will I still bring you here?"

That's right, if he wants to kill An Daiyun, he will definitely destroy the corpse and will not lead us here to find the body. In this way, after he left here in the morning, a woman came in and brutally killed An Daiyun, and then hurriedly fled the scene.

"Do your wife know that An Daiyun lives here?" I asked with my nose touched.

Pang Furong trembled, as if he had thought of this possibility, but he still shook his head and said, "My wife is an authentic village woman. She has never been to any other place except to the county town that is only ten miles away from the village. This town is very remote, less than thirty miles away from our village. She would never find Daiyun living here."

I said call the police, the police will find out the real murderer based on the footprints.

But he didn't want to call the police. The reason was very simple. Once this incident was spread, the underground relationship between them for fifteen years would be exposed. It was nothing if he couldn't raise his head. He didn't want to live anymore. Instead, he asked An Daiyun to be guilty of a mistress after his death, and he could not agree to it anyway. He just left everything behind because he was too sad. Now that he has regained his rationality, he thought of a fortune-telling skill that can calculate the approximate position of the murderer.

Damn, you don’t say anything earlier, it will make you lose face for your buddy. I touched my nose and always felt that his reason for not calling the police was full of loopholes, just for An Daiyun’s reputation after his death, which was far-fetched. I suspected that he was still suspected of murder, but apart from that, there was no other mistake at the moment.

Originally, he wanted to leave with Qu Mo, but now he plans to stay and see if he can figure out where the murderer is. He always feels that the murderer has some connection with the person who harmed me, and maybe he can follow this clue to get this person out.

Pang Furong wiped away his tears, pinched his fingers with his right hand facing north, and his lips moved slightly and didn't know what he was muttering.

Qu Mo asked me in a low voice: "Fortune-telling can really calculate where the murderer is? Why do I think this is all done by the witch and god."

I frowned, suddenly thought of something, and whispered to her: "There is a kind of divination calculation in the ancient Maoshan books, called the Qimen God Calculation. It can determine where the murderer is from the horoscope and the time of death of the dead. However, this requires deep understanding of divination techniques, and it is impossible to calculate without decades of Taoism."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pang Furong's eyes lit up suddenly and said, "I'm fine, I'm..." He was stunned and didn't spit out the following words.

Qu Mo hurriedly asked, "Where is it?"

Pang Furong said nothing and rushed out of the house in a hurry. It seemed that he was going to find the murderer. Qu Mo and I winked and followed behind. After we went out, he quickly locked the door and ran out of Guankou Town to the east. Qu Mo asked me quietly on the way, was he pretending to be mysterious and wanted to escape?

I shook my head and told her quietly that the murderer was probably in Nanqiao Village. Qu Mo was shocked. Isn’t that Pang Furong’s hometown? Is it really his wife who killed someone? I dare not make sure, but looking at Pang Furong’s expression just now, it is his wife that may be very likely.

Following Pang Furong, he ran eastward for a few miles and entered a village. He knocked on a door. I thought he was wrong. The murderer was not in Nanqiao Village but here. Who knew that his friend was a taxi driver. We were still driving the car. Needless to say, it must be in Nanqiao Village. If it weren't for less than 30 miles, how could he find a car?

The car walked along the highway for more than ten miles, then walked down the road to a country road, and finally stopped by a river. Lights flashed faintly on both sides of the river, as if there were two villages. Pang Furong asked the driver to drive back with a serious expression. He took us through an ancient stone arch bridge. While walking, he introduced that Henan is Qiaonan Village and Hebei is Qiaobei Village. Finally, he said in a heavy tone that he is going home.

I looked at Qu Mo and I seemed to have guessed correctly, his wife was the murderer!

He took us around a few alleys in the village and arrived outside a house where the lights were black inside, which was very quiet. It was not too late now, and it was about nine o'clock. Unless the elderly in the village went to bed so early, it further confirmed that his wife had a problem.

Pang Furong reached out to knock on the door. After waiting for a long time, no one came out to open the door. He couldn't help but be furious, took two steps back, rushed forward and quickly opened the door with his arms, and stumbled forward to rescue and rushed into the room.

I quickly followed Qu Mo and didn't kill my wife if I entered the door. I had to ask the truth before telling me.

After entering the door, I found that Pang Furong had not turned on the light yet, so I heard him shouting in the darkness in front of me: "Shuzhen, come out!"

After screaming a lot, his voice became hoarse, but no one responded, and there was still a silence everywhere. It seemed that there was no living person except the three of us.

I reached out to the wall to find the switch, but I touched a rope, which was obliquely crossed in the air. I pulled it gently, and the end of the rope actually loosened and slid upwards along my hands. I thought I was not good, what's hanging on it? Don't hit us, so I hurriedly pulled it hard. It was so heavy that I led me forward several steps.

At the same time, Pang Furong turned on the light, and I turned my head and suddenly saw a face with a bulging eyeball in front of me, staring at me tightly!

The sudden terrifying scene made my hair stand up all over my body!
Chapter completed!