Sixteen Evil Spirits

  It had turned dark, a tall and thin man was certain he had dodged all the cameras, dashing forward, lowering his center of gravity, after landing, he rolled three times in a row, already out of sight of the patrolling security guard, hiding into a bush.

  The man stared at his hands in incredulity, thinking that his kung fu skills had suddenly improved, was it fate?

  The man's face floated with a confident smile, his body shifted, without even a "hmm", and he hid under the house. Following the scene deep in his heart, he carefully explored the wall to find something. The wall was plastered, feeling a bit rough to the touch. A warmth, the man's fingers trembled slightly, it was a piece similar to a jade chess piece, except there were no engravings on it.

  As the jade stone was pressed down, a one-meter-by-one-meter square hole suddenly appeared on the ground under the man's feet. The sudden change made the man unprepared, losing his balance and falling straight down...

  I originally thought that getting hurt was inevitable, but when I landed, I didn't feel a single bit of pain, as if I had fallen onto a cluster of cotton flowers, soft and fluffy, absorbing the impact of the fall.

  Ever since he followed Miss Lao to the Overseas Chinese Village three days ago, Little Zhao has always felt that someone in the village is calling him inexplicably. The scenes just now, except for falling into the cave, are exactly the same as those in his impression, as if the memories of his past life were reopened again.

  Xiao Zhao told his wife, who was unvirtuous and incompetent, with an ordinary appearance, but only got her cold eyes and ridicule: "If you really have memories of your past life, then quickly go get the money hidden in your previous life, so that this life will not let me follow you. A man without a future, living a poor life..."

  He had had enough, and Xiao Zhao was convinced that his feelings were not wrong. That night, he sneaked into the Overseas Chinese Village. At this moment, Xiao Zhao felt extremely happy, a feeling he had never experienced since birth. Now that he had skills, he didn't worry about having no money to make. Once he had money, he would divorce that shrew and marry a beautiful wife.

  As soon as the sound of his heart fell, Xiao Zhao heard a beautiful and melodious laughter like a silver bell. Whoever could make such a laugh must be a beauty, and at this moment, Xiao Zhao's heart was already softened.

  A woman dressed in a red silk cheongsam, with a white jade hairpin on her head, was walking towards him with a captivating charm, exuding elegance and poise.

  Xiao Zhao involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and a lewd smile appeared on his face. He thought to himself, "There's no one else around here, right? Heaven is fair, and I'm finally going to have a good day..." He rubbed his palms together and pounced on the beauty...

  If pedestrians on the road had heavenly eyes, they would see that a man and a woman were floating in mid-air on the third floor of an old building, peeking at the movements inside from the balcony.

  The man in the room finally convulsed one last time and stopped moving, with a lustful smile still on his face and saliva at the corner of his mouth. A red, semi-transparent shadow slowly rose from his body, and when it seemed to have discovered someone peeping from outside the balcony, it immediately drifted in the opposite direction.

  A man and a woman exchanged a glance, tacitly chasing after him. They were like smoke, and the buildings couldn't stop their advance. After years of cooperation, the man and woman precisely blocked the red shadow in the passageway.

  The red shadow slowly materialized into a real person, who was the woman in the red palace dress. She smiled with great charm, her sleeves half covering her face as she looked at the man.

  The man suddenly found himself in a palace, where a girl who looked a bit silly and not delicate was slowly walking towards him, stretching out her arms. The man was infatuated, embracing the girl into his bosom, enjoying the feeling of her fragrant body in his arms. Just as the girl was about to stab him in the heart with a dagger engraved with the word "Chou" from her sleeve when he was completely unguarded, the man suddenly woke up and found himself still in the corridor, but the red shadow had disappeared, leaving only the woman guarding beside him.

  The woman's eyebrows were deeply furrowed, her eyes complexly gazing at the man, who was slapped hard on the face. She turned around and walked away through the wall. The man covered his own face, recalling the girl he had just seen in the environment, smiled, and also walked away through the wall.

  The next day dawned bright and clear.

  Xiao Zhao's wife pushed open the door and saw Xiao Zhao with a black face, a head full of white hair, wrinkles all over his face, lying on the ground without any energy, with a smile on his face...

  Lao Ya and a few others had just gotten up when they received a call from their editor: Xiao Zhao was dead. He died under very unusual circumstances...

  Last night, Zhou Meng called Grandfather. After hearing the whole story, Grandfather said that nearly fifty years ago, a mysterious organization appeared, whose members were all masters of various lost magical arts. He had saved one of them before and they had some connections. Having said that, he went out to find someone overnight and told Zhou Meng and others to wait for news.

  Xiao Zhao's old-fashioned residential area is not far away, about ten minutes or so, Laoya and Fuyao have arrived, Zhou Meng stayed at home waiting for news from Grandpa.

  Lao Ya was stopped by a young policewoman as soon as she arrived and was only allowed in after showing her ID.

  The team leader was an old acquaintance of Lao Ya's - Officer Huang. Officer Huang led Lao Ya and the others into the room, where Xiao Zhao's body still lay on the ground, with forensic experts working at the scene. Lao Ya went to another room to comfort Xiao Zhao's wife, leaving Fu Yao in the living room.

  Fu Yao is a guardian of the family, who has received special training since childhood. He walked over and carefully examined the corpse. Xiao Zhao was someone he had seen just a few days ago, a tall and thin young man in his early twenties. However, the corpse on the ground now looked like it was around fifty years old at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it could be seen that he had died from exhaustion.

  To verify his own guess, Fu Yao squatted down and wanted to lift up Zhao's clothes.

  At the same time, the forensic doctor who was performing the autopsy held onto Fu Yao's hand, stared at him for a moment, then looked towards Captain Huang. Unexpectedly, Captain Huang furrowed his brow and nodded to indicate that he allowed Fu Yao to examine the body. Captain Huang had been investigating cases for many years, and those inexplicable cases did exist, they were just being covered up by higher authorities.

  The forensic doctor reluctantly let go of Fu Yao with a hint of helplessness.

  Fu Yao lifted Zhao's shirt and saw a purplish-black mark on his chest, like a dark bruise. Fu Yao slightly furrowed his brow, just as he had expected.

  Lao Ya came out of the room and saw Fu Yao's unusual expression, so she invited him to go out, and Huang Dui also followed.

  "Is there something wrong?"

  Fu Yao frowned and raised his head to glance at Huang Dui, with distrust in his eyes.

  Lao Ya hastily explained: "Huang Dui is one of us, it's okay." Huang Dui smiled somewhat awkwardly.

  Fu Yao nodded and said: "There is a filthy thing, it's a spirit that has withered and died due to exhaustion of vital energy, it's a lustful ghost."

  The three of them fell silent at the same time, lost in their own thoughts.

  "Ding ding ding......" Laura's phone rang, breaking the silence.

  Zhou Meng called and said: "My grandfather entrusted someone to bring a message, you all come back for a bit."