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Thinking of this, Lin Jixuan lowered his eyebrows and didn't look at him again.

He hasn't fully figured out the taste from this cognition. For him, feelings are not a necessary part of life experience.There is a big difference between people here, some people are rational, some people are emotional, some people regard emotion as the most important light in life, without love, you would rather die; some people regard it as irrelevant or even It's a drag; others see it as a scourge, as tools and props...

For a while, after trying to understand He Dongyuan's thoughts on him, he showed a slightly dazed expression, and he began to think deeply about the purpose behind He Dongyuan's feelings, and when did he have such thoughts for himself? ?Why did he have feelings for himself?Whether there is a wrong understanding of this kind of feeling, people always can't tell the difference between love and friendship or other feelings at certain times, especially between the same sex can't be clearly defined.

what is love?This is a question that even if the material world is analyzed clearly, there cannot be a perfect answer for people to reach a consensus.

He couldn't say it clearly himself, but it was undeniable that——

He didn't dislike He Dongyuan's various behaviors.

Lin Jixuan's eyelids twitched at this cognition that came out of him as he thought about it, subconsciously feeling that things were going to get worse.Over the years, he has been used to being alone, and the person he cares about most in his life is his grandfather Lin Huan, but this is something that is innate and connected by blood. Sun Meng who has a relationship with him.

If there will be an additional involvement in his life, he feels that he is not ready for this kind of mental preparation, especially now.

It's not the time in every way.

He Dongyuan was still smiling, but he felt that Lin Jixuan saw something, and he couldn't help feeling anxious. He could see through the soul of people, but he couldn't see through the hearts of people, especially when he was looking at the person in front of him with a filter. Just being in this silence made him uncomfortable.

Raising his hand to lower his glasses, He Dongyuan coughed to break the silence, and then said, "Then...that's it?"

"En." Lin Jixuan responded, but didn't continue to say anything, avoiding He Dongyuan's meaningful gaze.

He Dongyuan's eyes suddenly became sharp. He looked at Lin Jixuan in silence for a moment, and finally sighed. He took off his black-rimmed glasses, and brushed back his carefully combed short hair. His bangs fell carelessly, covering the Helpless eyes.

"Okay," He Dongyuan arched his fingers and flicked Lin Jixuan's forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't tell you what to do, little fool."

These words seemed to be for Lin Jixuan, but also for himself.

Lin Jixuan pursed his lips, and looked up at him: "Aside from little fool, little bastard, I don't have another name?"

He Dongyuan was startled, and then laughed, "'Honey', what do you think of this name?" Without the cover of the glasses, the peach blossoms at the end of the eyes danced all over the sky, and the terrible hormones spread rapidly.

Lin Jixuan's heart skipped a beat, feeling that this man's courtship method was really clever.

The phone rang at this moment, He Dongyuan answered the phone, and after a while, he said, "The mover called me over."

"Okay," Lin Jixuan said, "when is tomorrow afternoon?"

"A little bit," He Dongyuan said, "I'll knock on your door when the time comes."

Neither of them said anything more, Lin Jixuan sent him out and closed the door behind him.

The next day, He Dongyuan knocked on the door on time.

Today he was wearing his usual white shirt and black suit and trousers again, and his glasses were changed back to the usual pair, with a bit of a coolness that should not be approached by strangers.

The two got into the car, and He Dongyuan sent Lin Jixuan all the way to a hospital in City A. He had been to this place before, and when he met Xu Chengxiu, there were layers of supervision inside and outside, and it seemed that it was specially provided for "relevant departments". A place for medical services.

However, this time Huang Ding's ward is a key surveillance ward, with three guard doors inside and three outside. When he arrived, Zhao Changping was waiting at the door, and when he saw Lin Jixuan, he walked over quickly and said, "Master! They haven't let me see Uncle Huang Ding since he moved in! Can you let me see him? "

"I asked the wrong person," Lin Jixuan said, "The person you should ask is the person next to me."

Zhao Changping muttered in embarrassment: "This..."

When He Dongyuan was unsmiling, his eyebrows and eyes were full of evil spirits. Zhao Changping looked at him as if he could lose ten years of life, and his heart beat suddenly. Finally, he gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to listen to this man before he could speak. Said: "Today is for you to meet, we have something to ask Huang Ding, but he is reluctant to speak, want to see you and him, you two together."

He glanced at Lin Jixuan, thinking that it was the same when he dealt with Xu Chengxiu last time. If the target refused to speak, he would see Lin Jixuan. what happened?Lin Jixuan is much more popular than him when dealing with the same matter.

The stubborn stubbornness in his heart came up, He Dongyuan's arrogance made him very uncomfortable about this matter, but after thinking about it, the other party was Lin Jixuan, so he could suppress his temper a little bit.

He quickly pursed his lower lip, stepped forward to open the protective door with his fingerprints, and said: "Huang Ding lives in the innermost ward, 712, be careful, people who have entered the Tao may feel uncomfortable staying in it. "The latter words were addressed to Lin Jixuan.

After the two put on protective clothing, someone led them over, and there was a red warning sign of "key A level" on the sign at the entrance of the ward.

In the ward, the sound of cold equipment was ringing rhythmically, the heavy curtains blocked all the light, and the disinfection lamp shone lavender.

Huang Ding was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, his whole body was bound with bandages, and there were hideous scars on his exposed flesh.Severe burns all over his body, his flesh and blood are not enough to describe, and there are pipes extending in all directions on his body, which hastily maintained his life like a candle.

People who persuade people to be liberated are still alive, and those who are liberated have already lined up to reincarnate. This is really a kind of irony.

Zhao Changping burst into tears, and he gritted his teeth before slowing down, leaned over quietly, sat down beside Huang Ding, and called softly, "Uncle Huang Ding."

Huang Ding trembled as if his heavy eyelids were pressed down, and then slowly opened them. He looked deeply at Zhao Changping, and finally turned his gaze to Lin Jixuan's face, opened his lips and said in a hoarse voice: "Lin... ..."

Lin Jixuan nodded, indicating that he didn't need to call out his full name.

Huang Ding's mouth was frozen at that moment, looking at Lin Jixuan in this posture as if suffering from Alzheimer's disease, and finally closed slowly, he closed his eyes, and opened his tight lips again, the skin was sticky Where there was blood seeping from under the vulnerable skin.

"0...5...1...4..." Huang Ding seemed to have exhausted all his strength after speaking a series of numbers with difficulty. Finally, he looked at Zhao Changping greedily, wanting to open his mouth to say something more, but With trembling lips, he made breathless and broken breath sounds, and finally closed his mouth in compromise, watching Zhao Changping slowly close his eyes.

After Zhao Changping heard the number clearly, he said unexpectedly, "This is the anniversary of my parents' death, Uncle Huang Ding, what does this mean?" But Huang Ding didn't give him any answer, and closed his eyes tightly.

"Uncle Huang Ding?" Zhao Changping called his name and wanted to say something to him, but Huang Ding's breathing became more and more calm. Lin Jixuan looked at the soul floating out of Huang Ding's body, pursed his lips slightly, and said to Zhao Changping : "His fire of life has been completely extinguished."

Zhao Changping was startled, before he had time to react, he saw the door of the ward was pushed open, and several Taoist disciples came in to take Huang Ding's soul away for torture, but saw that the soul suddenly disappeared in mid-air, leaving only On the hospital bed was a corpse that looked like a hard coffin.

Those Daoist disciples had never seen such a situation before, and one or two were completely dumbfounded until someone tremblingly asked, "What should I do?" Shouting, He Dongyuan strode in and scanned around, and sure enough, as they said, there was not a single fart left behind. Well, the warm ghost that just came out just evaporated out of thin air.

He frowned tightly, and asked more fiercely, "What's going on?"

Those people told the truth, He Dongyuan looked at Lin Jixuan, Lin Jixuan nodded to confirm that what they said about disappearing out of thin air was true, He Dongyuan clicked his tongue and said, "A good clue has been broken again."

"Not counting," Lin Jixuan said, "He just said four numbers."

"Which four?"

"0514, Zhao Changping said it was the anniversary of his parents' death."

"It sounds like some kind of password..." He Dongyuan muttered, his eyes suddenly opened wide, "There must be something hidden in his house!"

Thinking of this, He Dongyuan rushed to find someone to investigate, and found a combination box that looked like a crystal ball. It was exquisitely crafted. At first glance, it looked like a handicraft. The place where the password is entered - a precision mechanism that can only be seen with a microscope.

After unlocking the password box, there is a USB flash drive inside, and there is only one folder, all of which are related to the creation of the ghost king in the extremely dark place. There is a word mentioned in it-魙.

魙, read as zhan, with one sound.It is recorded in ancient books that "when a man dies, he becomes a ghost, and when a ghost dies, he becomes a 魙. Ghosts fear the 魙, just like humans fear ghosts." The ghost king that Huang Ding wants to make is this 魙.

It is recorded in the documents he collected that the so-called 魙 is the ghost of ten thousand ghosts, there is not a single ghost that does not fear, even all the yin officials in Fengdu tremble when they see it, and they can compete with the Great Emperor of Fengdu.

The method of making 魙 is the same as what Huang Ding did in Kaixin Shoe Factory. All ghosts are placed in a dark container, and all ghosts fight and devour each other until the last one left is the ghost king. And ghost kings fight each other, and the one who survives in the end is the one who can command all ghosts.

If this is the case, there must be more than one vessel like Kaixin Shoe Factory.

When He Dongyuan conveyed these news to Lin Jixuan, his expression was extremely serious. He also brought along with him a stack of printed diaries written by Huang Ding on a USB flash drive.

The earliest date recorded in this stack of diaries is 30 years ago, the year before he bought the Kaixin shoe factory, and the year Zhao Changping's parents were killed by him.