I can't be a demon.

Chapter 37: I am the best at pretending to be a demon
The night is fading.

At the main entrance of the yamen, there were more than a dozen yamen runners guarding it.

They looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and the light of the lanterns in their hands flickered, obviously affected by the strong resentment.

Behind the bailiff was an open door, with gusts of cold wind howling, as if it was leading to the underworld.

"Someone is coming, be careful."

Captain Hong reminded in a deep voice, causing the runners to look sideways at the dark street.

Three warriors arrived at the gate of the yamen. They looked solemn and obviously realized the danger of this trip. They nodded to Captain Hong.

The warriors from various forces did not come together, the government office deliberately staggered their time.

"You are from... Yushan Martial Arts School? Xu Baishan?"

Captain Hong heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the three people agreed. "He Jian, take them through the main gate and head to the side room of the Public Hall."

"Yes."

A yamen runner stepped forward and led the three warriors into the deep and boundless yamen.

"Everyone, cheer up. You are all aware of the treacherous nature of the Soul Summoning Case..."

Before Captain Hong could finish his words, he saw another person coming within a hundred meters of the yamen, and his movements seemed extremely stiff.

The yamen runners all tensed up their nerves and placed their right hands on the swords at their waists.

The person coming stopped.

When Captain Hong took a look, his back was immediately soaked with sweat.

The man lowered his head and remained silent. He swallowed repeatedly, his pupils were the size of pinholes, and when he breathed it was as if there was a hole in his lungs.

Captain Hong took out a drop of cow's tears and looked at the man again.

Its abdomen was found to be bloody and its internal organs were exposed.

A scapegoat!!!

Ever since the resentment within the government office spread, the soul-calling case has been tending to get out of control. Whenever there is a funeral in Yanliang Town, even if the bodies are burned in time, ghosts will continue to appear.

Although ghosts are newly born, they can quickly form by relying on the resentment leaked from the government office.

No one knows how many ghosts are hidden in the government office nowadays, so they use cow's tears to distinguish... whether it is a human or a ghost!
"Old Chen, take him through the side door and head to the Second Courtyard."

The old bailiff wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, holding a piece of yellow paper in his palm. The man and the ghost turned into the alley, and after a while, the sound of a door being pushed open was heard.

Captain Hong watched Lao Chen leave.

According to the collected letters, the soul-calling case will continue until the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, and the ghosts related to the letters are becoming more and more difficult to deal with.

The Jinwu Guards have no time to care about ordinary ghosts, as all their energy is focused on the prison.

They blocked off several courtyards in the yamen near the prison to house ghosts.

Captain Hong thought carefully.

From the first day of the Lunar New Year to now, more than seventy or eighty scapegoats have been seen, and the talisman that seals the courtyard has begun to become unstable.

If one courtyard gets out of control, the speed at which the yamen falls will undoubtedly increase.

"It is easy to invite gods, but difficult to send them away."

Captain Hong shuddered, then cleared his mind of distractions and focused entirely on the warriors who were arriving one after another.

Fortunately, I didn’t encounter a scapegoat again.

A total of fifty-seven martial artists moved into the yamen, and the area outside the yamen became brightly lit.

Captain Hong breathed a sigh of relief, "Hiss, something's wrong."

He looked around and then said in panic: "Where's Lao Chen? Has he come back? Has anyone seen Lao Chen come back?!!"

"No, no, Lao Chen...went into the Second Courtyard and didn't seem to come out."

"Damn it, he's been a detective for decades, but he's still so reckless."

Captain Hong slapped his forehead in anger and planned to check the side door. If Old Chen did not go deep into the second courtyard, he could bring him back with the talisman.

"Captain...Captain, there's another one!"

"Who? The main door is almost closed, and you're just arriving now..."

Captain Hong's complaints came to an abrupt end. When he noticed the figure on the street corner, his pupils shrank and he subconsciously took several steps back.

The yamen runners were horrified.

The figure was more than two meters tall, with white mist covering his body. He was carrying a black wooden coffin on his shoulders, and his movements were extremely slow. Bang, bang, bang.

The footsteps are from far to near.

The black wooden coffin seemed to be temporarily pieced together. As the figure moved, the gaps creaked, as if it was about to fall apart.

"Captain Hong, what should we do?!"

"It's okay. If it's a ghost, I'll take him to the Second Courtyard. You should close the gate as soon as possible to prevent anyone from entering by mistake."

The figure came ten meters outside the main gate. He was wearing a straw raincoat and a hat, and his appearance could not be seen clearly.

Captain Hong was just about to confirm whether it was a human or a ghost when suddenly, dull knocks and creaking noises came from the black wooden coffin.

In the middle of the night, someone was carrying a coffin with unknown contents in it. It was a ghost, not a human!
"Come... with me."

Hu Hu Hu.

The tall man gasped for breath and sweat dripped onto the ground.

Captain Hong did not dare to delay and walked cautiously towards the side door, while observing the other party's reaction. The latter seemed to just walk away.

He opened the old side door, but there was no sign of Lao Chen.

"Please, please come in."

Behind the door there was a pile of broken furniture and a sickening smell of decay.

The tall man stood still, then reached in through the side door, as if using himself as bait to attract the ghosts from the Second Courtyard.

Captain Hong was so frightened that his legs went weak. There was indeed a ghost face approaching in the darkness.

"A wandering ghost? That's enough to see the subtleties."

Captain Hong did not hear clearly the tall man's whispers, but he witnessed with his own eyes the scene of the ghost face being reduced to ashes in the latter's hands.

[Appraisal completed, Nine-eared Chaofeng experience +0.04%]

"hey-hey."

Shen Lian confirmed the effect of his subtle wisdom and stepped into the side door.

As the side door closed, Captain Hong fled in panic.

Shen Lian placed the black wooden coffin against the wall.

The black wooden coffin weighed about two or three hundred pounds, and it was filled with yellow sand and copper powder, which directly created a shallow pit.

"I'm so tired, my dear, did you eat a weight? Why do I feel like you weigh a hundred pounds? I almost fainted!"

Shen Lian maintained his Iron Body Skill throughout the entire process. After walking half the street, he actually felt a sense of relief at the end of his physical training. It was simply outrageous.

"Ah~ I'm suffocating, let me out~"

"Silly bird."

Shen Lian hurriedly pried open the black wooden coffin, fearing that the mynah bird's careless words would attract the attention of the Jinwu Guards. He entered the yamen to extort money, so he wanted to keep a low profile.

He had secretly observed the gate of the yamen for a long time and realized that the yamen runners were distinguishing between humans and ghosts.

The cow's tears used by the yamen runners should have only been mixed with a little eye-clearing talisman water. In an environment filled with resentment, the effect must have been limited.

If you pretend to be a ghost, you might have a chance.

as predicted.

Shen Lian successfully sneaked into the Second Courtyard Hall and sat at the demon's table.

"Ah~"

The starling stretched its wings and glanced down the eerie corridor.

I saw a scapegoat standing in the shadows with his head down; a scapegoat was hanging from a beam not far away; a scapegoat with half of its body was crawling with difficulty; the well was filled with ghost heads...

Their eyes were filled with hatred as they stared at Shen Lian.

When the sheep come to the wolf pack, every inch of flesh and blood will be eaten up. Moreover, in the eyes of ghosts, this blood food is far more tempting than usual.

"No hurry, let's find an unused room to put the things first."

Shen Lian stretched lazily and dropped a drop of eye-brightening talisman on his right eye, roughly determining that the ghost in the Second Courtyard Hall had only been practicing for thirty or forty years.

Ghosts that have been practicing for less than a hundred years have very limited means of harming people. They usually need to use resentment to make living people weak before they will attack.

Wherever Shen Lian passed, ghosts followed him.

(End of this chapter)