Different pupils

The Xing family's study was very quiet, and Xing Yu involuntarily squeezed Lin Haoren's wheelchair pusher tightly until his joints turned white.

Yan Zhen went into too much detail, Yaofeng Mountain, the person in the blue shirt, and the waist plate engraved with the word "Ghost" all completely matched the details about the "Ghost Controlling Sect" investigated by the Xing family.

If this is currently compiled, it is really unlikely.

Sensing Xing Yu's anxiety, Lin Haoren raised his hand and patted the back of Xing Yu's hand. Xing Yu subconsciously held his hand with his backhand, rubbing his thumb lightly on the back of Lin Haoren's hand, absent-minded.

Li Shuangyue noticed the small movements of the two of them, she bent her eyes and smiled softly, Lin Haoren's ears were flushed, and she wanted to pull her hand back, but she was afraid that she would look like there was no silver 300 taels here if she was too deliberate.

He froze in embarrassment, Xing Tianhu said in a deep voice, "How do you prove that the person you met was Yu'er's past life?"

"Oh." Yan Zhen's soul was a little weak, and he said slowly, "They almost look exactly the same, and the one beside him..."

He looked at Lin Haoren, and the others naturally turned their attention to Lin Haoren.

So Xing Tianhu also noticed the hands they shook.

Xing Tianhu: "..."

He glanced at his son meaningfully, but Xing Yu hadn't recovered yet, his eyes fell on the floor, and he didn't pay attention to what they said.

Yan Zhen looked at Lin Haoren and said, "The one sitting here is the one your son called Senior Brother. His previous name was Wu Chaosheng."

Lin Haoren was stunned for a moment, feeling a little funny: "You think you're writing a novel? The people you knew before you died happened to be here? What's the probability?"

"This is fate." Yan Zhen said with contempt in his eyes, "Ordinary people always think that they know everything after studying for a few years. I don't know the heights of the sky and the earth."

Lin Haoren: "..."

"Go on." Xing Yu looked at Yan Zhen with a cold and gloomy gaze, "What did that man named Jin Ge do after that? If he saved your mother, why are you so resentful and trying to trouble me?"

When Yan Zhen mentioned this matter, his tone became icy: "That's the expression..." He gritted his teeth word by word, "You also had this expression back then, you only saw things about gods and ghosts in your eyes, and you didn't treat ordinary people like us at all. People put it in your eyes! Whether it's me or my mother, it doesn't matter at all in your eyes!"

Yan Zhen fell into the memory again for a while, and he resented: "Back then, you said that my mother was possessed by a wronged soul, and you said you had a way to save her. Our whole family regarded you as a god and a lifesaver. I don't have any money, I took out everything I could, and my father will kowtow to you..."

"Immortal! Master!" Hearing the grievance's death, Father Yan couldn't help but knelt down. He was a cripple, and when he knelt down, his center of gravity was unstable and he almost fell to the ground.Yan Zhen hurriedly supported his father, and shouted, "Father!"

"Kneel down quickly!" Father Yan pulled Yan Zhen's trouser legs, "Quickly, kneel down together! Immortal, just tell me, how can I save her? If you want to change one life for another, my life You just take it!"

"Get up!" Jin Ge looked at his young age, but with great strength, he pulled Father Yan up with one hand, "Exorcism and protection are what I should do, you just listen to my work, naturally could save her life."

"Okay, okay!" Father Yan burst into tears, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and his eyes were filled with ecstasy.

The boy Jin Ge helped the woman who was sitting on the bed to lie down, tested her body temperature, took out a talisman from his arms and placed it on the woman's forehead, and placed the black sword in his hand on the bedside.

"Go find some paper money and sesame oil, or chicken blood if you don't have sesame oil." Jin Ge said, "Get some cinnabar."

"Let's go!" Yan Zhen immediately took his younger brother out to borrow something from the neighbor's house.

After borrowing something, Jin Ge threw away all the straw on the bed, exposing the old wooden board, and then drew a magic circle with cinnabar on the wooden board, poured chicken blood on moldy steamed buns and some rotten rice balls, and burned the talismans The resulting ashes sprinkled a circle around the woman and the food.

After doing this, he sat on the floor under the bed, with the black sword resting on his knees, and said with a serious face: "You all go out, no matter what you hear, don't come in."

"This……"

What Father Yan wanted to say was interrupted by Jin Ge: "Wait until dawn when the rooster crows, sprinkle salt on the door, step on the salt before entering."

Father Yan and Yan Zhen glanced at each other, nodded nervously, and exited the bedroom.

At night, it snowed again, and the cold wind whistled harshly across the open space.

The Yan family couldn't sleep, they huddled together around the brazier, looking in the direction of the room from time to time, their faces full of solemnity.

"Father..." said the younger brother of the Yan family, "Can he really do it? Mother hasn't taken any medicine all day..."

The younger sister also said: "He is a god and doesn't need to eat, but mother doesn't eat either."

Father Yan was also very disturbed, but he still chose to believe in Jin Ge, saying: "Don't talk nonsense, be careful not to anger the gods."

Yan Zhen looked at the brazier in a daze, not sure if the person he was looking for was reliable... What if something really happened?

Just as he was thinking wildly, footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

The sound was very soft, a slight rustling sound when stepping on the snow.

After a while, someone knocked on the fence outside the courtyard: "Is anyone there?"

The man had a gentle voice, and just listening to the voice could calm the disturbed hearts of others.

Yan Zhen stood up and said, "Maybe Mr. Wu is here."

"Mr. Wu?"

"It's Little Immortal's senior brother." Yan Zhen said, "They originally agreed to meet at Sister-in-law Niu's house, but they probably didn't find anyone, so they came here."

"Oh!" Father Yan hurriedly said, "Why didn't you tell me about such an important matter earlier? You should let your brother inform you! It's just a matter of letting people wait in the cold weather!"

"...I forgot." Yan Zhen touched the back of his neck, "I'm thinking about my mother..."

"Don't open the door yet!"

Yan Zhen hurriedly opened the latch and ran into the yard.The moonlight was bright, and the dark blue sky was shrouded in heavy snow. The white snow and the dark blue dome merged into an ethereal and clear scene. There was a person standing under the sky: standing tall, the silver line outlined on the outer gauze was in the sky. Under the moonlight, it seemed to be flowing light, with a white fringe around the neckline, black hair in a high beam, and a long sword in hand, coming on the snow but not even a piece of snow on the body, really like a fairy who came down from the earth.

"Mr. Yan." Wu Chaosheng smiled slightly, Danfeng's eyes were drooping, looking very gentle and innocent, "It's so disturbing to come here late at night, please don't blame me. Dare to ask if my little brother is here..."

Before the words fell, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from the house, and then a strong wind blew up, rolling up snowflakes in the courtyard, instantly fascinating people's eyes.

How could the dilapidated house withstand such tossing? The rotten wood on the eaves broke with a "crack", and it was about to hit Yan Zhen's head. In front of Zhen, he barely blocked the dead wood.

Yan Zhen took a closer look, with lingering fears in his heart: he saw the rotten wood was split in two straight from the middle, and one fell off at his feet.If someone hadn't come to stop him, he would have been smashed in the head on the spot.

"Many, thank you, sir!" Yan Zhen broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly took a few steps back, and looked at Wu Chaosheng who stood in front of him.

The gentle expression on Wu Chaosheng's face was no longer there, but serious, his brows were frowning, and a small mole on his lips sank a little because the corners of his lips were pursed.

"What's wrong with your mother?" He asked straight to the point.

"No, I don't know." Yan Zhen said in a daze, "After Mr. You Xiao came, he said that he was murdered..."

Yan Zhen clearly heard a soft "tsk" from Wu Chaosheng's mouth.

Immediately, the man jumped onto the roof in the heavy snow, the sword in his hand glowed white, the hem of his clothes rattled in the cold wind, several yellow talismans fell from mid-air, and stuck to the eaves, windows and old trees in the courtyard respectively.

"Let your family come out!" Wu Chaosheng sternly said, "Hide as far as you can!"

"What..." Yan Zhen's eyes widened, and before he had time to ask again, he saw the falling yellow talisman light up dazzling red, and then he heard a "crash" and a big hole broke through the roof, and a figure came out with pitch-black hands Swinging the long sword, it collided with Wu Chaosheng's sword, and there was a sharp "dang" sound, and the two high-quality swords made a deep dragon sound, which resounded in the air.

Yan Zhen didn't have time to ask any more questions, so he hurried back to the house to help out his father and younger siblings. They rushed to the fence and stood shivering in the cold wind.I saw the two people on the roof going back and forth, the sword light drew a sharp arc under the moonlight, and the wind sent the sound of the two people's dispute vaguely over——

Wu Chaosheng: "The matter has not been found out yet! Why are you in such a hurry?"

Jin Ge: "Don't mind my business!"

"You are a waste of life!"

"I won't let her die!"

"Nonsense!" Wu Chaosheng was rarely angry, "Leave the matter to me! Get out of here immediately!"

"I was born to conquer demons! Where do you want me to go?!"

Wu Chaosheng flung out the fairy rope from his cuff, and the golden light circled You Jinge twice. The young man couldn't move at once, and fell straight from the roof into the snow.

Wu Chaosheng retracted his sword and fell to the ground, his brows were cold, and the tails of his eyes were slightly red with anger: "The matter of the Niu family has not yet been decided. If you don't find out what this wronged soul is asking for, arresting him without authorization will only lead to disaster! How many times have I told you , no matter how much you hate them, you can’t mix personal feelings into official business! If you are so self-willed, you will go back to the mountain on your own after today, facing the wall and thinking about March!"

"Brother!"

"Facing the wall and thinking about May!"

The young man blushed, glared at his senior brother bitterly, and finally gave up, lay panting in the snow from exhaustion, staring blankly at the moon above his head.

"Brother, you are too kind to these things." He murmured, "You will regret it."

In Xing's study, Yan Zhen was silent for a long time when he said this.

Xing Tianhu couldn't help urging: "And then?"

Yan Zhen smiled coldly, and looked at Xing Yu: "He is conceited and arrogant, and he disregards the lives of ordinary people just to catch ghosts. Wu Chaosheng took over the mess he left behind, but he is powerless to recover."

Both Xing Yu and Lin Haoren's nerves tensed up involuntarily.

Yan Zhen seemed to be hurt by the memories, his voice lowered, and he said weakly: "My father and I stood outside the door all night, and the snow almost covered us. But we dare not leave or go in. I don't know what happened in the house. When the rooster crowed, Wu Chaosheng came out exhausted. I still remember that his face was very pale, and he was holding the sword in his hand tightly. There were blue veins on the back of his hand, and there was blood on the sword... ...He left us a large sum of money and told us that my mother was not rescued, and the last three souls were taken away by that wronged soul, who also ran away."

Li Shuangyue couldn't help but said: "Since you are a disciple of the Ghost Controlling Sect, how can you let the ghost escape?"

"How do I know?" Yan Zhen said angrily, "Wu Chaosheng apologized to me and my father, but I didn't understand clearly. It must be his incompetent little brother who made it impossible for him to control himself. My mother’s life was harmed in vain. Oh, what’s the use of taking money? No matter how much money, can I get my mother’s life back? Not to mention life, all three souls and seven souls were taken away by that wronged soul. My mother didn't even have the chance to be reincarnated! She's lost her soul—!"

Yan Zhen suddenly burst out with strong resentment, his whole soul was surrounded by black air, and the dark air exploded in the room, overturning the desk lamp, water glasses and vases fell to the ground, and the fragments flew.

Xing Yu subconsciously raised her hand to cover Lin Haoren's face, fearing that he would be scratched by flying debris.

Lin Haoren stared blankly at the big hand blocking his eyes, and always felt that the scene Yan Zhen was talking about seemed familiar—the bright moonlight, the white snow, the dark blue sky, and a black sword...

Lin Haoren's temples twitched, and he couldn't help closing his eyes.

Yan Zhen yelled in dismay, only repeating the four words: "Hun Fei Po San! Hun Fei Po San! Hun Fei Po San! Hun Fei Po San ——!!"

Xing Tianhu tightened the talisman suddenly, Yan Zhen was locked in the center, unable to move, panting: "What did my mother do wrong? What did she do wrong?!"

Li Shuangyue said: "Just because of this, you want to seek revenge from Yu'er? There are so many people who look similar in this world, this is not evidence at all!"

Xing Tianlu also said: "This has nothing to do with your being enlisted in the Sword of Slaying Ghosts and Subduing Demons."

"What's the rush? This is just the beginning of my relationship with them." Yan Zhen glared at Xing Yu viciously, and then at Lin Haoren, "I said before that I was sealed into the Sword of Slaying Ghosts and Subduing Demons by Wu Chaosheng."