Last month, several beggars were found outside Puhui Temple. It is said that the death was very strange. The beggars were originally trying to make a living in the fish market, but later they disappeared. After about ten days, when they found their bodies, they were all frustrated. Also, Mr. Lu, a doctor in Changchun Medical Center in Changzhou Garden, died strangely at home half a month ago. Now the yamen is in panic. Wangxianzun has been killed and cannot find the murderer. So many things have happened one after another. You say it is not bad luck, so what? So the abbot of Puhui Temple invited a monk to preach, and maybe he can kill demons and exorcism and restore Changzhou to his previous appearance."

Yang Shouwen was silent and did not continue to ask questions.

The guy took the three of them to the guest room. Yang Shouwen opened the window, but found that the Dharma Assembly Square was not far away.

He frowned and then closed the window.

At this time, Yang Sixu and Pei Min also walked into Yang Shouwen's room. After they entered the door, they closed the door.

"Alang, something is not right."

"Yes, I feel a little abnormal, too."

Yang Shouwen took a deep breath and wandered around the house.

After a while, he stopped and said to Yang Sixu: "You have heard what the guy said just now, Lao Yang, too.

Don't you think those people die weirdly?"

"What's weird?"

"What's the situation when the whole body is frustrated?"

"this……"

"Also, Mr. Lu from Changchun Pavilion... and including Wang Yuankai's death, so many people seem to be concentrated in this period of time. Will there be any special connections in it? I am very curious now."

"What should I do?"

Yang Shouwen rubbed his temples and pondered without saying a word.

After a while, he said to Pei Min: "Xiao Pei, stay in the inn and find someone to inquire about the situation of those beggars.

Lao Yang, I want to go to the charity house to have a look.”

"Yizhuang?"

Yang Shouwen said: "Mr. Lu from Changchun Pavilion is probably someone to restrain him, but those beggars may be temporarily placed in the charity village. I want to go see the body before I can make a judgment. You can go with me."

Yang Sixu nodded and agreed immediately.

The three of them cleaned up again, Yang Shouwen put on casual clothes and left the Eight Immortals Inn with Yang Sixu.

Although Yang Shouwen was not proficient in Suzhou dialect, he learned a lot of Suzhou dialect along the way. It would be a bit troublesome to communicate, but if he spoke slowly, he could understand it. He and Yang Sixu first wandered around the fish market for a while, and then found two fangdings at the entrance of the fish market and found out where the charity village was.

That Yizhuang is located in a corner of the west of the city. It is an independent small courtyard with a city god temple next to it.

The person guarding the charity house was an old man. Yang Shouwen pretended that one of his distant relatives was missing and might have died, so he placed them in the charity house to check it out. After he stuffed the old man a copper coin, the old man no longer stopped him. When the two walked into the yard, they saw a simple house with corpses parked in it.

The weather is very hot in late June.

However, this charity village is in the shade. When you walk into it, you only feel the coldness.

There was a smell of corpse stinking in the air, which made people feel disgusting.

The old man guarding the corpses said that these corpses were unknown corpses in the past month. If no one claimed them, they would be buried in the grave. Yang Shouwen covered his mouth and nose with a wet towel and walked into the morgue. After glanced over, his eyes stopped on the ragged beggar bodies, and then walked forward.

"It should be these ones."

Yang Sixu also covered a wet towel and said with a frown.

Yang Shouwen nodded, squatted down, and looked carefully on the corpse.

"Old Yang, do you see anything?"

Yang Sixu originally looked disgusted, but when he saw Yang Shouwen squatting down, he felt embarrassed to stand beside him.

He lifted a piece of white cloth and a foul smell came to his face.

However, when he saw the festering part on the corpse, his eyes narrowed and showed a thoughtful expression.

Yang Shouwen endured the stench of the corpse and looked at the corpses one by one before then stood up and signaled Yang Sixu to leave.

The two came out of the morgue and immediately took a big breath.

"How is it, are there any gains?"

Yang Sixu's slender eyebrows shook and he said softly: "Alang, let's go out and talk."

"good!"

Yang Shouwen and Yang Sixu immediately left the charity village, found a shed on the street, then asked for two pots of wine, and sat down.

"About thirty years ago, I hadn't entered the palace at that time, and I've seen this in my hometown."

"oh?"

"The deceased was also frustrated and his body turned black.

At that time, I was very scared and thought that the man was infected with evil... but later I realized that he died of corpse poison. People around me said that the man was a tomb robber. When digging an ancient tomb, he was infected with corpse poison, so he became like that.
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