There were two banquets in the small yard. The Song family had drunk three times and had five flavors. They were gathered together in groups of three or two and had a conversation when suddenly an old man jumped at the door.

A dozen people stared blankly, as if they were dumbfounded, and the hustle and bustle yard was quiet for a short time.

The old Taoist has been walking in the world for many years and has already mastered the magical skill of King Kong. He holds a compass in his hand and looks grim. He ignores more than a dozen gazes and wanders around the courtyard.

"Who are you……"

Song Hu's father stood up and wanted to ask.

"Calm the sound!"

Old Dao Lu suddenly shouted coldly, blocking Song Hu's father's words back to his throat.

He stepped on the seven-star steps and wandered around the courtyard. The compass in his palm rotated rapidly.

Suddenly, the compass pointer calmed down and pointed firmly towards the southeast corner of the courtyard.

“There’s there!”

Old Dao Lu's pupils shrank, he pulled out the peach wood sword from his waist, and threw it out with his hand.

Buzz —

Wow—

Amid a burst of exclamations, the peach wood sword turned into a afterimage, rotating in the air in an unscientific way, and instantly drew a gossip diagram.

"break!"

Old Dao Lu shouted loudly, grabbed a handful of glutinous rice from his pocket and threw it into the sky.

The glutinous rice shot out, and suddenly it felt like it was touching something in the air. It suddenly oozed out blood, losing its strength and scattered on the ground, leaving a blood mark on the ground.

Old Taoist Lu felt relieved and breathed lightly and exchanged for the peach wood sword.

I saw the peach wood sword turning back to the old Taoist like a flying sword, and the feather fell lightly in his palm.

The diners were stunned by such a magical scene, and the sound of bowls and chopsticks falling to the ground sounded one after another.

"This Taoist priest, what happened just now..." Song Hu's father stood up tremblingly, his voice trembling, and his raised palms kept shaking.

Old Dao Lu held the peach wood sword with his palm, grabbed the red spikes at the hilt of the sword and hung them around his waist. After putting away the peach wood sword, he said with a serious expression: "Dear donors, someone has put a soul-detaining formation in you. Such a magic trick is probably against the one in the coffin."

As soon as this statement came out, the diners were shocked. Before they could recover from the previous scene, they heard the three words "soul-detaining array" and their hearts were trembling.

A group of relatives and friends fought against each other. I heard that the haunted man dared not stay here.

"Brother, we'll go back first..."

A flat-headed man suddenly stood up and fled out of the yard in panic.

Some people took the lead, and the other relatives were determined to retreat, either making excuses or slipping away without saying a word. For a moment, cars outside the door kept ringing.

In less than half a minute, the hustle and bustle scene disappeared. Two tables of leftovers were left, and only Song Hu's parents stood there.

Song Hu's father had just come to his senses, his face trembled and said, "Master, are you talking about it true..."

"Is the old Taoist's words fake?" Taoist Lu raised his hands and shook his sleeves to his elbows, stepped over the chair without any notice, and sat down at the table.

"What enemies have you messed with recently?"

Song Hu's parents looked at each other and replied blankly: "No... we are all the people."

Taoist Lu picked up a pair of chopsticks that others had used, turned the head and tail, picked up meat and vegetables with clean sides and stuffed them into his mouth, and said vaguely: "It is related to whether your children can be reincarnated and your family's future fortune. It is best to think carefully before talking about it."

Song Hu's parents thought hard and tried hard to search for enemies that might harm them.

The old Taoist looked leisurely, not as righteous as before. He fiddled with the leftovers, picked out a peanut and threw it into his mouth, and chewed it, saying, "If someone you don't know appears recently, it can be counted as it."

Lu Li's black eyes, standing outside the iron gate, moved slightly.

The old Taoist guided Song Hu's parents to think of themselves, pouring black water on themselves...

After Lu Daoren finished speaking, Song Hu's parents thought of the leader who came in the morning almost at the same time.

They were about to call out Lu Li's name when a voice sounded outside the door and inserted it horizontally.

"For example, are there any villagers who come to come with you on their own initiative, or outsiders who pretend to be colleagues."

Lu Li suddenly walked out from behind the door, and Song Hu's parents were frightened and opened their mouths and couldn't speak.

"This is the Taoist Lu of Ganqing Temple." Lu Li's expression was calm and introduced to Song Hu's parents: "I like metaphysics. When I came to visit the two of you in the morning, I felt that the layout here was wrong, so I went to Ganqing Temple in Hutou Mountain to invite Taoist Lu. You two can rest assured that Taoist Lu is in the limelight in Pingling City, and everyone who has used it said it is OK."

The old Taoist movements were stagnant, and the hole he dug was easily resolved made him feel unhappy. He speeded up the pickup to relieve his depression.

Song Hu's parents were suspected by the old Taoist, but they were dismissed by Lu Li's appearance and acquaintance with the old Taoist. They shook their heads in a daze and said, "We really can't remember... Xiaohu, his leader, do you know who it is?"

"These two have to ask Taoist Lu."

"Of course there is a solution. Tonight is the seventh day of your son. I will stay in the mourning hall to observe. If there is no abnormality, it means that the soul-detention formation has been cracked by me. If there is an abnormality, I will solve the formation again."

Dao Ren Lu spoke casually, crossed his legs and shook his feet and kept saying: "During this period, you are going upstairs or hiding outside. Just empty the mourning hall and the yard, I can only be there."

"I'll stay there too, maybe I can help." Lu Li said.

Taoist Lu turned his head and glanced at him, and seemed to have agreed without saying a word.

Song Hu's parents did not doubt that he was. They didn't know much about their age and could easily believe these ghosts and gods. They were not worried at all that the old Taoist and Lu Li might be liars. They even had their finances and doors locked in their homes, so they hid in other places to take refuge.

When they left, Lu Li sat down next to the old Taoist.

People in this position seemed to love chewing bones—chicken bones, ribs, and spines piled up into a hill.

Lu Li frowned, picked up the chopsticks and pushed away the pile of bone residues, then turned his head and asked, "How did you know there will be ghosts here soon?"

The old Taoist took a plate of pork head meat from the next table, put it in front of him to pick it up, and smacked his lips: "I have caught ghosts for more than 20 years, how can I do it without a clue to my family?"

"Will Song Hu appear at midnight?"

"You can't say cough cough..." The old Taoist choked by the peppers, coughed a few times, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Boy, I advise you not to investigate in depth. This soul-detention formation must have been done by people in the Xuanmen. If your little body is targeted, you may not know how to die."

"Soul-retaining Formation?" Lu Li was slightly stunned.

The old Taoist laughed strangely and teased Lu Li and glanced at him: "Do you think I was having a show just now?"

If the old Taoist did not tell lies, then that is to say... there is really a soul-detaining formation in this yard.

Things became confusing in an instant.

Song Hu is just an ordinary employee. Is there anything he has to ask for a soul-detention formation?

Since the Song Hu family has a soul-detention formation, does it mean that his death was not an accident, but an artificial one?

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The phone suddenly rang out at this moment.

Lu Li turned off the automatic timing and looked up at the dark coffin in the mourning hall.
Chapter completed!