C474 The poor daoist seemed to have smelled a demonic aura (2/2)

After walking not too far, Miao Cuifeng saw a building not far from the small district that was completely surrounded by people, and there were even a large number of police cars parked by the side.

Miao Cuifeng immediately went forward to investigate her instinctual gossiping reaction.

Standing outside the crowd, Miao Cuifeng looked inside, then patted the shoulder of a woman who was in her fifties or sixties, and asked intimately: ”Big Sis, what happened here, even the police are here!”

”Do you live in this neighborhood too?” The lady looked at Miao Cuifeng in horror and asked.

”Yeah, what's wrong?” Miao Cuifeng was shocked by the woman's expression.

The woman quickly lowered her voice, ”Sister, I won't hide this from you. If you live in this district, I advise you to buy a house and move somewhere else. Here, here …” The woman's voice became even deeper and more terrifying as she spoke. ”There's something unclean here …”

”Huh?” Miao Cuifeng was shocked, and even the vegetable basket in her hands dropped to the ground: ”How, how is that possible?”

”How is that impossible?”

The woman pointed at the building in front of them and said, ”Did you know that two people died in this building last night for no reason? ”Isn't this the case that the police are here to investigate?!”

”But, what does this have to do with anything that's not clean?” Miao Cuifeng asked quickly.

”It matters a great deal, sister. Listen to me. Last night, these two people who died were from upstairs and downstairs. They didn't have much to do with each other. But last night, the woman upstairs hanged herself at home, with an unborn child inside her. ”Pity, isn't it strange that a newly married little girl would commit suicide like that?”

”And what's even stranger is that not long after the girl hanged herself, the man downstairs also jumped off the building and died. His head was upside down and he fell in a horrible way. These two cases happened at almost the same time. Don't you think they didn't meet with something unclean? What else could they have gotten?”

The woman's analysis made Miao Cuifeng shiver in fear. When Miao Cuifeng thought about her daughter's strange behavior during this period of time, and how Ling Long had gone missing for no reason last night, her scalp instantly turned numb, and she felt as if her soul had left her body.

”Big sister, I advise you to hurry up and buy a new house. This district is really hard to live in!”

How could the current Miao Cuifeng still listen to what the woman said? She only gave two dull ”oh” sounds, then hurriedly picked up the vegetable basket beneath her feet, took a step, and left.

After exiting his own district, Miao Cuifeng's head went numb. He did not know what to do, and could only mutter to himself, ”That should be impossible, that shouldn't be possible. It shouldn't be Ling Long girl, it shouldn't be ….”

”What should I do? What should I do …”

Suddenly, Miao Cuifeng lost control of her mind, and looked like an ant on a hot pan.

Originally, Miao Cuifeng wanted to go back and tell Ling Kecheng about this, but when she thought about the fact that ”Ling Long” was at home, she was so scared that she didn't dare go back.

After wandering around the entrance of the district for a long time, an idea suddenly flashed in Miao Cuifeng's mind, ”Right, right, go to the east side of the city, go to the east side to find the Psychic Huang!”

While she was muttering to herself, Miao Cuifeng walked directly towards the east side of the Linhai City with her head smacked against the ground.

Fortunately, the City God Temple at the east side of the city was not far from where Miao Cuifeng lived, and in less than an hour's time, they had arrived.

At this moment, the door of the city temple was burning with incense as an endless stream of people came and went. Miao Cuifeng stood at the door and scanned for a long time before finally finding an inconspicuous stall. There were around a dozen or so people gathered in front of the booth.

There were two yellow flags at the side of the booth.

Miao Cuifeng did not care anymore as she charged forward.

At this moment, a yellow-robed Daoist Priest sat in front of the booth. He was around forty years old and did not look like a bandit. Instead, he had a delicate and pretty face like a scholar.

At this moment, the Daoist Priest was showing the palm of his hand to a young woman.

Suddenly, the Daoist Priest's gaze moved, and his eyes stared straight at Miao Cuifeng. Then, that hostility quickly disappeared, and was replaced with a kind smile.

The Daoist Priest then pinched his chin and said softly, ”Poverty-stricken People seems to have smelled a bit of demonic Qi!” After he finished speaking, the Daoist Priest raised his head to look at Miao Cuifeng who had charged into the crowd and asked, ”Madam, have there been any unusual happenings at home recently?”