Chapter 48 Locking Needle
The body was laid flat by Qin Zhong, and it wasn't long before the Korean army helped the body up.
"This corpse is not dead, and there is his own soul in his body, so we can completely retrieve his soul, so that we can find out what was tempting his soul at that time through the scene we had seen by this corpse."
"So if we know who it is, how can we find her?" Qin Zhong also felt speechless about this endless thing.
Han Jun pulled out a silver needle from the eyebrows of the body, and then a trace of black blood emerged from the body's head. The blood flowed from the Yintang hole of the body along the bridge of the nose to the mouth, and a black gas rose.
"What's the reason for such a strong resentment?" Qin Zhong asked.
Han Jun pondered for a long time and did not answer.
And Qin Zhong sneered and said, "I know, it should be that the black hand behind it should accumulate more resentment, otherwise it will not cause the death of so many people. If they die horizontally, there must be super resentment, but why is his purpose?"
"Show me your picture." The Korean army seems to realize that all this seems to be related to the photo.
"I put the photo in my bedroom now. He can't throw it away even if he wants to throw it away. They are all dead people. He carries him all day long and is upset."
Han Jun smiled and turned back to Qin Zhong and said, "Well, we will take away this body. Those are burned. After burning, we will take back all the silver needles inside."
"Why, didn't you put a needle in the middle of his personal eyebrows so that he couldn't return to his soul?" Qin Zhong said seriously.
Han Jun nodded and said, "That's the case, but one thing is that these resentments will never accumulate, and the souls of these corpses can be dispersed directly, so that the black hands behind the scenes can be drawn out, otherwise we can't find anything."
"Well, I'll discuss this body with the funeral home and the police. I'll keep it for the time being. We'll look at it later."
"That's the best. Let's go and see the photos first." Han Jun looked back at the body and turned his head out of the morgue.
Two people drove away. In Qin Zhong's bedroom, he hung the photo on the wall. There were many more people in the photo, which has become a rule. Every dead person, as long as it is related to the curse of death, will appear in the photo.
Qin Zhong pointed to the incomplete photo on the photo and said, "This photo is the only clue for us, but the old woman who burns paper is dead and we can't find her soul."
"How did you die?"
"He committed suicide and hanged himself, but he left his curse on the elevator before he died. Look here." He pointed to half a curse on the photo.
Han Jun looked carefully at the faces of everyone in the photo: "I'm afraid these people are all from the little devils concentration camp, but why did these descendants suffer such black hands? Did they all make mistakes?"
"Error? I don't think it's that simple. Otherwise, why does the old man deal with us? Why don't you get revenge on these people directly? What's the use of giving us the photos? Qin Zhongdao.
The two discussed in the room for a long time, and it was not until the end that a plan was finalized, and the two put away the photos.
"Do you know where the old man's body is buried?" Han Jun asked.
Qin Zhong said, "This can be found. I also want to go to her grave for a long time and want to know what she means."
"Let's go now. It's easier to find her when it's dark." Han Jun is really talented and bold. Recently, his ability has been improving.
Qin Zhong cleaned up his bedroom and went straight to the barren cemetery with Han Jun. This lonely grave, full of dandelions and ghost ginger, there was only one grass and trees that did not grow very vigorously. It was a new grave.
"That's it. Why don't we dig her grave and see if she can't come out." The Korean army is really bold.
Qin Zhong stopped Han Jun and said, "This is not good. If so, we are likely to accumulate deep grievances with her. Why don't we burn some paper for her and discuss her to see if she can come out?"
"Can you?"
Qin Zhong looked helplessly and whispered, "It doesn't look like it. Let's dig."
The two people picked up the guy's business and dug up the new grave in the blink of an eye. The urn inside** came out. Qin Zhong rudely took out the urn and took a closer look at the photo above. Looking at the black and white photo, the old man's ferocious eyes stared straight ahead, and her appearance It's almost the same as the photo of the owner of the luxurious tomb. Are these twins? Or what is the special relationship between them?
"This woman is really a resentful person. She is looking for trouble. Why don't I help her and spread his ashes?" Han Jun's voice was so loud that I don't know if it was intentional, but as soon as he said this, there were bursts of crying in the ears of the two people.
The crying is dark, heartbreaking, and the indifferent voice is unbearable.
Qin Zhong followed his voice and looked coldly. He was suddenly shocked. A man squatted not far from them and burned the paper in his hand, but his body was definitely not like an old woman. Looking at the man's face in the dark seemed to be similar to the old master.
Qin Zhong looked at Han Jun. The two put down the urn and came over. Qin Zhong asked, "Girl, where did you come from so late?"
"I'm from home!"
"Are you still burning paper here so late?" Han Jun asked.
"What should I do if I don't burn? My good home was destroyed by them. What do you think I should do?" As the woman spoke, she slowly raised her head, looked at Qin Zhong, opened her mouth wide, and smiled naively.
Qin Zhong suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Isn't this the old man? Why didn't she start to look like this? At this moment, the familiar and frightening face gradually approached Qin Zhong.
"What else do you want to do if your home is gone?" The old lady muttered in pain, laughing and crying. She really couldn't laugh or laugh.
Qin Zhong whispered, "Mrs, I just want to ask you something. When will the photo be taken away? I'm going crazy if you put it here."
"Then keep it. I'll even paste you on the photos, hahaha!" The old lady's laughter seemed to be * Sen, and her soul body gradually approached Qin Zhong and grabbed Qin Zhong's shoulder: "Let the ghost pinch it. Do you still want to run?"
The South Korean army didn't care about those things. The flags and flags flew in their hands and quickly set up an array around the old man's surroundings, and the thick white air and aurora floated on the top of the array.
"Old monster, I don't believe that this array can't lock you. Come on, rush out. Let me see what you can do." The Korean army seems to be very proud.
However, to be honest, the Korean army's achievements in the shaman flag array are definitely not ordinary, and can be said to be an expert among masters.
The old man collided in the array. In an instant, the old man's resentment rose rapidly and filled the whole soul body in an instant. Before long, she was about to break the array.
"What's the way to break the array? I still have to break it today."
"Even if you can stand it, but don't say I didn't remind you. This array is called the lock soul array. I'll give you a lock soul needle later. Where do you want to escape?" The Korean army scolded the old man.
Qin Zhong whispered, "Tell me how the photo can disappear, and when you have to do your things, it's better to kill the people you want to kill, so as not to wait for strange people and kill one by one. You also have to accumulate resentment all day long."
"Haha, you seem to know everything, but it's too late. What I want is not what you can imagine. I'm not fighting alone. I'll see what you do later. He appears. I'm afraid neither of you can leave. It's better to let me go first."
Qin Zhonglang laughed loudly: "Let you go? Believe your nonsense? Unless I really think about it, but one thing is that your old woman can't leave today, but you must explain the matter of the photo to me clearly, otherwise, I'm afraid there will be no end between us.