One person: Reborn as Huangxian, seeking the title of Feng Baobao at the beginning

Could it be that the old smoker saw the trick in the preparations?

Along the way, Zhuge Qing was thinking about this question.

When he arrived at the river, Zhuge Qing saw five pieces of white cloth covering the ground at a glance.

Without thinking too much, he knew that under the white cloth were five corpses fished out of the river.

At this time, Wang Ye had put on his shirt again, but the dragon tattoo on his body was still fresh in Zhuge Qing's memory.

Especially after seeing Wang Ye's methods, the black gold ancient knife in his hand gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

The table previously used for offering sacrifices to the river god had all the offerings removed.

Huang Miao was standing in front of the table at this time, seemingly waiting for Zhuge Qing and others.

Before leaving, Zhuge Qing specifically instructed that all investigators and police officers must cooperate with Huang Miao's actions.

This greatly reduced the work pressure of Zhang Lingyu and Feng Baobao.

After everything was ready, the police officers and investigators looked at Huang Miao and his companions curiously, not knowing what would happen next.

"Commander, we have everything you want ready."

Zhuge Qing put the bags in his hands not far away, came up to Huang Miao and said.

Huang Miao looked back and immediately noticed the old smoker following him. He asked curiously:
"Who is this?"

Zhuge Qing was about to explain when he saw the old smoker walking up to him excitedly.

He looked Huang Miao up and down and asked tentatively:

"Is this leader a Feng Shui master?"

The three words "Feng Shui Master" surprised Zhuge Qing.

He had never mentioned these three words before, so how did the old smoker know them?

Huang Miao nodded slightly after hearing this, and then said thoughtfully:

"you are?"

Unexpectedly, when the old smoker heard this, he excitedly held Huang Miao's hand:
“When I saw all the preparations, I roughly guessed that you were not an ordinary person.

I didn’t expect to see a Feng Shui master now, and an old man like me can help! "

The old smoker looked at Huang Miao excitedly, and at this moment Huang Miao suddenly felt that the old man looked familiar.

After chatting with the old smoker for a few words, Huang Miao really didn't want to think about the source of this familiar feeling.

After all, there are still many things waiting for him to deal with.

Seeing this, Zhuge Qing immediately took the old smoker aside.

The old smoker still excitedly took out his pipe.

He skillfully stuffed some tobacco into his pipe and took a few deep puffs, as if he had finally settled down a little in the mist.

"This weird old man..."

Sun Xuchen was worried that the old smoker might offend Huang Miao, so he looked at Huang Miao and said:
"Director Huang, this old smoker is good in every way except his weird temper. Please don't mind it."

Upon hearing this, Huang Miao looked at the old smoker deeply.

From the moment he saw him, Huang Miao felt that he looked familiar.

But for a moment, I couldn't remember where I had seen him.

The old smoker quickly found Zhuge Qing with his pipe and asked to stay and take a look.

Zhuge Qing and Sun Xuchen naturally had no power to decide on this matter, so they looked at Huang Miao and waited for his instructions.

Huang Miao did not drive the old smoker away, but just gave him a warning:
"The ceremony will begin at midnight tonight. Elderly people, please don't get too close..."

Zhuge Qing felt relieved only after getting Huang Miao's permission.

At this moment, Zhuge Qing suddenly realized a strange problem.

The old smoker didn't know how to reveal the identity of Feng Shui Master Huang Miao.

And after that, he put the peach wood sword into the things he had prepared without saying a word.

Obviously, the old smoker was also very curious about what Huang Miao was going to do with these things next.

Huang Miao was full of curiosity about this old smoker. It was rare that he could see through his identity as a Feng Shui master at a glance.

This made Huang Miao wonder if this old man knew some unknown secrets...

What made Huang Miao even more confused was that he always felt that the old man looked familiar, and from time to time he couldn't help but look at him twice more.

And almost every time he turned around, he would meet the old man's eyes. Obviously, the old man was also looking at him curiously.

In the following period of time, both the police officers from the suburban police station and the investigators from the National Security Bureau obeyed the command of the Core Bureau completely.

After everything was ready, they stood not far away, quietly waiting for the night to fall.

Zhang Lingyu and Feng Baobao kept surrounding Huang Miao, asking curious questions, but Huang Miao did not give them too much explanation, only telling them that everything would become clear when the midnight came.

Therefore, Zhang Lingyu and Feng Baobao could only temporarily suppress their curiosity and wait quietly. Since Huang Miao and Wang Ye returned to the shore, the waves on the river gradually subsided. Soon after, even the dark clouds and thunder in the sky seemed to have never appeared and disappeared without a trace.

All of this seemed to be specially prepared for Huang Miao and Wang Ye. After realizing that they could not stop them, they quietly retreated.

After nightfall, a cool breeze blew by the river. Although many people gathered by the river, the atmosphere was unusually quiet. Everyone was paying attention to the time, eagerly waiting for the arrival of midnight.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, when the tired police officers and investigators were almost drowsy, they suddenly heard the sound of Huang Miao standing up.

They immediately perked up and looked up at Huang Miao. Huang Miao slowly walked to the table and said in a clear and cold voice: "The time has come, everyone perk up."

He looked back and saw that everyone, including Zhuge Qing and Zhang Linping, looked exhausted and had just opened their eyes.

Just as Huang Miao was about to look away, he suddenly noticed a gaze. He followed the gaze and found that it was the direction of the old smoker. The old smoker was still sitting on the stone, and it was unknown what he was thinking, but it was obvious that he was full of curiosity about himself.

This made Huang Miao feel a little confused. However, it was already midnight, and he really didn't have time to think about it, so he could only turn his attention back to the altar in front of him.

Except for the old smoker, everyone stood up curiously and looked over here. They waited until now just to see what Huang Miao would do next.

Huang Miao was the first to light three incense sticks, bowed in four directions, and muttered something. Then, he picked up the bell he had prepared in advance and gently shook it three times: "The time has come..."

This sound seemed to spread throughout the entire riverside, making everyone immediately alert. However, what happened next was not what everyone expected.

Huang Miao did not use a spell to make it spontaneously ignite, nor did he make hand seals and chant mysterious spells. Instead, he picked up a black umbrella beside him and opened it above his head.

Zhuge Qing looked up at the sky in confusion. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. He looked at Huang Miao in even more confusion. The weather was obviously very good, so why did Huang Miao suddenly open a black umbrella?
Huang Miao held up a black umbrella and walked to the place where the five corpses were, and he uncovered the white cloth covering the corpses one by one. He walked around the corpses, observed them for a while, and suddenly reached out and grabbed one of them.

No one saw what Huang Miao caught, but then he made a throwing motion, and the direction of his throwing was exactly the black umbrella that was opened above his head.

In an instant, the black umbrella began to shake violently. In the end, Huang Miao couldn't even control the umbrella. This scene looked like a pantomime to Zhuge Qing and others. They looked around, but no one knew what Huang Miao was doing.

"Team Leader Zhuge, Director Huang..." Confused, Zhang Linping was about to ask Zhuge Qing beside him, when an old and serious voice came from behind them: "Don't talk, you'll lose your yang energy, be careful of ghosts."

They turned around subconsciously and saw the old smoker staring at them. This made Zhuge Qing, who was already curious, immediately realize that this old man was not simple.

So he quickly sat down next to the old smoker and asked doubtfully: "Do you know something?"

The old smoker glanced at Zhuge Qing, then lowered his head and stuffed tobacco into his pipe without saying a word. Zhuge Qing saw it and immediately waved his hand. Zhang Linping, who was standing by, understood what he meant and quickly took out his lighter and handed it over.

The old smoker put the pipe to his mouth, and Zhuge Qing pushed the lighter over. The old smoker looked at Zhuge Qing again, and then did not refuse. Seeing this, Zhuge Qing quickly lit the cigarette for him.

After taking a deep puff of the cigarette, the old smoker exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. Zhuge Qing finally waited for the old smoker to speak: "He is trying to attract ghosts, and he wants to draw out the resentful spirits through the resentment left on the bones."

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Qing frowned and asked, "How do you know about the vengeful spirit?"

Zhuge Qing had never asked the investigator to mention this matter to anyone, but the old man in front of him could say this calmly. This made him very confused.

The old smoker did not answer this question, but said to himself: "If it were an ordinary ghost, it would be fine, but this resentful ghost has been accumulating resentment for a long time and is very powerful. It may be difficult to lure him out using this method."

"Zila..." As if to verify the old smoker's words, the black umbrella in Huang Miao's hand began to tremble violently. Finally, as if it could not hold on any longer, the black umbrella was split in half by an extremely powerful force.

Huang Miao threw the umbrella pole in his hand heavily to the ground, looked around with a stern face, and said in a cold tone: "Shame on you! I invited you nicely but you didn't come, and you ruined my umbrella!"

As he said this, he strode to the table and slapped it hard. The hand bell on the table immediately vibrated. He picked up the hand bell and shook it, and the sound became very rapid.

Then, Huang Miao grabbed a handful of rice from the bowl beside him and sprinkled it on the five corpses. Before anyone could react, he pulled a stick of incense from the incense burner.

He walked quickly to one of the corpses, broke the incense in the middle, and crushed it into powder in his hand. Then he used the powder to draw a complex pattern on the head of the corpse.

Then, he slapped the corpse on the head with a strange gesture and shouted, "Show up!"

Just as Huang Miao finished speaking, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew up from the riverside. The cold wind blew past and extinguished the two remaining incense sticks in the incense burner.

When Zhuge Qing wanted to ask the old smoker Huang Miao what he was doing, he was suddenly surprised to see a black shadow suddenly appear on the corpse that Huang Miao had just hit.

The black shadow appeared inexplicably, and with one step, it actually broke away from the corpse.

The cold wind continued to blow, and black smoke filled the air, causing the temperature around to drop sharply. Zhuge Qing and others couldn't help but shiver.

At the same time, unlike the shocked expressions of the others, the old smoker showed a look of surprise and muttered to himself, "Could it be that the legendary soul-binding technique really exists?"

When Zhuge Qing heard this, he looked at the old smoker in confusion and asked, "Old smoker, what soul-binding technique are you talking about?"

The old smoker quickly made a gesture to keep quiet and said nervously, "You can't talk casually now. The evil spirit has a strong killing intention. Once the yang energy is leaked, it will be a big trouble!"

Zhuge Qing did not dare to take the old smoker's words lightly. Even Huang Miao looked back at the old smoker curiously, thinking that this old man seemed to have some tricks up his sleeve.

However, Huang Miao had no time to care about the old smoker at the moment, because the vengeful spirit in front of him was becoming more and more solid. He shouted, "Tian Zhen, where is the paper man?"

Zhang Lingyu immediately picked up the paper figure beside him and ran to Huang Miao. Huang Miao held the paper figure in one hand and made a strange hand seal with the other hand, pinching the black shadow and slapping it hard, pushing the black shadow into the paper figure.

In an instant, the paper figure broke away from Huang Miao's hand and stood alone. Then, the head of the paper figure began to rotate by itself, making a rustling sound that made people shudder.

This scene shocked everyone, but Huang Miao seemed relieved and said, "These corpses can no longer bear your evil spirit. I have prepared a body for you. Now, we can have a good talk."

Zhuge Qing and the others were surprised to find that Huang Miao was actually talking to the paper man. What surprised them even more was that although the paper man's mouth did not move, it made an unpleasant and hoarse voice: "Give me back my life..."

These words sent a chill down everyone's spine. For the first time, they realized that ghosts actually existed.

Huang Miao placed the bell on the table, supported the table with one hand, looked at the paper figure calmly and said: "Let's not beat around the bush, I'm here to deal with you. As I expected, the resentment of the five corpses formed you and made trouble on this river. No one is obligated to repay your life, this is your own destiny."

Hearing this, the voice of the paper figurine became sharper, mixed with male and female voices, both young and old, as if multiple voices converged together. It roared: "Why!"

The vengeful spirit seemed to speak unclearly, only uttering a few words each time. But the resentment in its words was extremely heavy, and every time it spoke, the temperature around it dropped sharply.

Huang Miao glanced at the paper figurine indifferently, then pointed to the old ox tied not far away and said: "I don't want to waste time with you. I have prepared the old ox for you. It can guide you on the road to the underworld. I can help you transcend and get rid of your evil spirit so that you can cross the Naihe Bridge. This is your fate in this life, and no one can change it. Instead of struggling in the world, making things difficult for others and yourself, why not let go of everything and leave?" (End of this chapter)