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Zhang Yuzong: (￣□￣；) I can’t stand it anymore!!! “Disciple, is it really appropriate for you two to say this in front of me???”

Zhang Tianyuan: ＜(｀′)＞

Zhang Tianming: (.﹒?︿﹒?.) Yanyan~

Being ignored made me sad. "Alright! Disciple, be careful in everything you do. Don't make any mistakes that would alert the evil spirits."

"Yes!"

Zhang Yuzong took a deep breath, stood up, walked to the table, turned around suddenly, and looked determined. "The evil ghost is cunning. If you don't take it seriously, he won't believe it at all. Besides, it's not that easy to deceive the ghost."

"Stop using your magic power first. The Yang essence left in Yanyan's body is the key to Nirvana and rebirth!"

When this was mentioned, Zhang Tianming's expression changed again and again, and finally he nodded.

Zhang Yuzong nodded and continued, "After the magic power stops, Yanyan will slowly stop breathing. Remember, don't discuss any methods of resurrection around him. If you want to cry, cry as hard as you can!"

They acted quickly. Zhang Yuzong came forward and announced that Zhang Yiyan was beyond help in front of his bed. In the midst of Zhang Tianming's grief and despair, he stopped the transfer of mana.

Zhang Yiyan was lying on the hospital bed, his face was pale, his bloody clothes had not yet been changed, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

The thin chest rose and fell slower and slower, his face turned pale and blue, and gradually became stained with a layer of death, until his heartbeat stopped and his chest no longer rose and fell.

This scene made Zhang Tianming feel heartbroken. He covered his mouth and sobbed, then lay on the bed and let the tears flow.

Zhang Tianyuan finally couldn't hold it anymore, his eyes turned red, he staggered forward a few steps, and hugged the two of them in his arms. Suddenly, his eyes went dark and he passed out.

Zhang Tianming cried out, "Senior Brother! Senior Brother!" The hand covering his heart became tighter and tighter. He could no longer feel Yanyan's breathing. Even his senior brother fainted due to the grief.

The room was in chaos. Zhang Yuzong was obviously frightened. He was fine just now, but suddenly he fainted. It didn't look like he was acting.

He hurried forward to check the pulse of the two and found out that Zhang Tianyuan had been transferring his magic power to Zhang Yiyan since last night and the power was already overloaded.

No wonder!

Zhang Tianming was shocked, scared, and sad. Moreover, Zhang Yiyan was infected with the mother and child Gu. This time, Zhang Yiyan really stopped breathing. The child Gu was gone, and the mother Gu's sadness naturally hurt his body.

He first ordered the other brothers to send the two men to rest, and then continued to work.

The fellow disciples were sad for a while, but soon started working again as Zhang Yuzong had said.

First, the outer room is decorated as a mourning hall, with tablets, white banners, chrysanthemums, incense sticks, candles, and offerings placed on the table.

There was a black coffin in the middle. Zhang Yiyan washed himself and changed into funeral clothes. His fellow disciples carried the "corpse" into the coffin and placed it properly. White flowers were placed around the "corpse".

There is a perpetual lamp behind the coffin, and a bowl of last meal with two chopsticks inserted in it is placed in front of it.

Finally, Zhang Yuzong took a small speaker and placed it in the corner. He pressed the switch and a burst of funeral music came out. The atmosphere immediately became heavy.

In the other room, Zhang Tianyuan finally woke up and drank a bowl of black medicine before he recovered.

"How about it?"

Xie Huai nodded and sat aside. "According to what Grandmaster said, everything outside has been arranged. News from City A says Yan Junge is vomiting blood and is in the hospital."

Zhang Tianming raised his head and met his gaze. "Dead?"

"Um (ˉ―ˉ?) No, that's not the case. The ribs are broken, and the blood has been taken. It will be refrigerated and sent to you." Xie Huai was still a bit gentle when he attacked.

At that time, he was angry that Yan Junge bullied Zhang Yiyan and caused him to lose his virginity and endanger his life. In the end, his remaining rationality prevented him from beating him to death. Moreover, he also thought in his heart that if he beat him to death, he would definitely settle the score with him when his junior brother recovered!

Hey, my brother is too old to be kept here!

Zhang Tianming was a little disappointed when he heard this. He still felt that if it weren't for Yan Junge, Yanyan wouldn't have suffered so much.

There was another silence. Xie Huai put away the medicine bowl and prepared to go out. "Master, Uncle Master, take a good rest these few days to conserve your energy. We still have a tough battle to fight!"

Recalling Zhang Yuzong's words, the two nodded, "Okay!"

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The seventh day after a person’s death is called the “Touqi”, which is the day when disaster strikes.

Disaster is the living energy that is suppressed in the heart of the dead, and it is the location of the soul of the living.

The seventh day is also called the night of returning soul. As long as you survive the first seven days and deceive the evil spirits and the ghost who takes souls, and then protect Yanyan's ghost until dawn, Yanyan can be reborn into Nirvana.

On the night of the return of the soul, in the mourning hall, apart from the burning white candles, only the eternal lamp behind the coffin was still lit, making the scene even more eerie and terrifying.

Zhang Tianming knelt on the cushion beside the coffin, carefully watching over the Yongming lamp and occasionally adding a handful of paper money into the copper basin.

A gust of cold wind blew by, bringing with it a chill.

Zhang Tianming watched the dim flame of the oil lamp shrink, and when the wind stopped, it slowly turned into a green flame, illuminating his face.

He slowly tightened his fingers, added another handful of paper money into the brazier, lowered his head slightly, and secretly observed the situation around him.

"ha~~"

A low gasp like a person breathing came from the coffin, followed by a blue smoke that floated out and circled around Zhang Tianming.

Zhang Tianming held back his tears, his eyes firm, "Yanyan, don't worry, daddy will take care of everything!"

The blue smoke seemed to understand, and it flashed and floated out of the house. Not long after, Zhang Yiyan's ghost floated back and headed towards the Yongming lamp.

Outside the house, Zhang Yuzong, who had been waiting for a long time, took out a jade gourd, put his right index finger and middle finger together, touched the ghost's eyebrows, silently recited the magic formula, and led the ghost into the jade gourd.

After finishing everything, Zhang Yuzong slipped into the dark. Looking at the flickering will-o'-the-wisp not far away, he arrived at the door in the blink of an eye.

Three balls of ghostly fire circled around, and a sharp voice rang out, "Why is Zhang Yiyan's soul gone!"

"He was probably led into the house. His father is inside!"

"That makes sense, let's go in!"

Three will-o'-the-wisps circled and flashed directly into the house. "Wow! What a feast!"

The ghost was very satisfied when he saw the wooden table filled with chicken, duck, fish and meat. He was even happier when he saw the three large wine jars. He looked at the mouth of the bottle and said, "Ah! Eggs! I love eggs the most!"

The fingers, which were as twisted as old tree roots, groped at the mouth of the wine jar for a long time, but could not touch the egg at the bottom of the jar.

"You are so stupid, if you drink the wine, you can eat the eggs!"

"Yup!"

The three ghost messengers picked up the jar of wine and started drinking. The jar was soon empty. Before they could eat the eggs, they burped and passed out from drunkenness.

The rolling of the wine jar made a rustling sound. Zhang Tianming turned his head and saw three ghost officials wearing official hats and official robes, with bulging eyes, looking neither human nor human, with twisted bodies, thin on the top and fat on the bottom, and with sharp claws.

Seeing that they were probably drunk, Zhang Tianming stood up with the coffin, looked at the person lying quietly inside, stretched out his hand, and then stopped abruptly. He added two more handfuls of paper money to the copper basin and quietly retreated to the inner room.

Time passed by minute by minute, and when the hands pointed to 12 o'clock midnight!!!

Another gust of cold wind blew by, and a sharp and piercing cry came from the coffin. Black air floated out from Zhang Yiyan's chest, with a hint of weirdness!

The black gas lingered for a few circles before finally settling beside the coffin, slowly transforming into a ghostly figure!