Flavored candle shop

Chapter 39 Remnant Soul

"Are you angry from embarrassment?" Hong Yao actually didn't really want to pay attention to the person hiding in the dark. Apart from looking down on his clumsy methods, he also meant to wait.

He didn't think that the person who stole the seal of the city god, killed Peipei, erected the banner of summoning souls... was the same person they were facing now.He wanted to know how long the real planner could endure, or how long he could tolerate the current person.

Hong Yao was taking time off, but Fang Chong was so nervous that he was so nervous that the mineral water bottle in his hand was almost crushed.He hadn't been this nervous before when facing a group of strong men in a one-to-ten PUBG survival.Even though he was attacked by a group at that time, he was still able to fight back anyway, and he used a set of fist-to-flesh output at the right time.

Now she can only hold the mineral water bottle and hug Boss Hong, like a weak, pitiful, helpless and hot-eyed delicate flower, seeking the protection of the real delicate flower.

After being on guard for a long time, there was no follow-up movement in the yard. There was a wind blowing, and the towel streamers that were messed up on the ground fluttered a few times with the wind, and there was nothing wrong.

In this situation, even Fang Chong, who didn't think about conflicts at all, and didn't think about fighting between humans and ghosts, couldn't help asking: "What do you mean... lose your temper?"

Pei Ci looked at the quiet small courtyard and guessed, "Is there a trick?"

Hong Yao seamlessly merged the two's statements into one: "Maybe he was pissed off by us, and after losing his temper, he still felt that it wasn't enough. Now he is preparing a big move to deal with us."

Pei Ci and Fang Chong: "..."

Although this guess is a little too childish, but thinking about the straightforward way that the person in the dark smashed the door to let them in, and sent them out to let them go out, then sent the soul-calling banner to lead the way...it seems not impossible.

"You said if we leave now, will he die of anger on the spot?" Hong Yao was eager to try.

Before Pei Ci could speak, there was another boom in the courtyard—the wall collapsed, and the brick and tile poles just enclosed them in the courtyard.

Hong Yao smiled and said nonchalantly: "Just kidding, don't be nervous, take your time to demolish your house."

Another burst of bricks fell.

Hong Yao happily returned to the hall.The sun is unobstructed outside. Although the house will not be directly exposed to the sun, it is not too hot. Compared with the sun exposure outside, it is a bit more exhausting.Hong Yao used the sheepskin book as a small fan, and his jet-black hair swayed in the hot artificial wind. He even asked Pei Ci warmly if he was hot.

Pei Ci shook his head. He was not in good health. He was cold in winter and cool in summer. He used to wear long sleeves even in the hottest time of the year. Although this year was better than before, he didn't feel hot. Even if it was hot, he didn't dare to be cool.

Hong Yao looked at Pei Ci's sweat-wet hair and pale cheeks that were slightly red, no matter what he said, she stood beside him and said while fanning the wind, "Come here to give you some wind. "

Pei Ci was startled, he looked at Hong Yao's clean face without any trace of sweat, and slowly smiled: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, I'm just giving you a little bit by the way."

The parchment flapped faster and faster, almost leaving behind afterimages.

Fang Chong, who was watching silently, hugged Wangcai who had just been scooped into his arms. In this weather, wouldn't it be nice to be pierced by a cute little paper that is cool and can continue to release yin energy?

Wangcai: "???"

It seems to understand why Ruyi and Peipei ran so fast just now...

Poor little Wangcai who was unfortunately caught by humans as a "cold baby" was having a hard time reflecting on himself, when his clever friends who slipped away came back with a big thick book on their shoulders.

Peipei Ruyi floated in front of Hongyao with at least two brick-thick books on her shoulders, and two voices rang out in unison: "Brother Hongyao, look! We found something good!"

Hongyao paused for a moment, "This is...a photo album?"

Peipei nodded excitedly: "There's a brother who likes to sleep! There's also a big villain!"

Hong Yao became interested, put the sheepskin book into Pei Ci's hand, took the album and flipped through it: "Show me."

After flipping through a few pages of Hongyao, I found that this photo album should be an image record matching the "Shi Family Tree". Most of the front are brush portraits, and only gradually began to have sketches and photos in the back, but the strange thing is that every generation of people on the photo album Both are two, and both are men, without exception.

"It's not like a family photo album, it's more like..." Pei Ci thought for a few seconds before finding a suitable adjective, "It's more like an honor photo album."

The kind of honor album that only the best children of each generation can be on.

"Then their Shi family's product quality control is too successful, and there are exactly two in each generation." Hong Yao didn't bother to look at the portraits of those who had passed away for an unknown number of years, and directly turned to the last page, intending to start from the last page. Flipping forward, "...Of course, there may only be two places."

But it is not necessarily the honorary quota.

"This is it! This is it!" Peipei suddenly shouted: "The big villain and the little brother who loves to sleep!"

Hong Yao paused with her fingertips, and whispered the two names at the bottom of the photo album: "Shi Nan, Shi Bei..."

These two names can be seen as brothers, and they are very close. After so long, this is the only group photo that Hong Yao saw.

Shi Nan is an older brother, he was about sixteen or seventeen years old when this photo was taken, he is thin and tall, and his face is handsome and handsome. Although his face is straight, the clear eyes of a young man cannot hide his emotions. Even if he tries to restrain himself, his eyes The excitement can still be seen at a glance.

The six or seven-year-old child standing next to him is completely opposite to him. Although he is still young, there is no emotion in his dark eyes looking directly at the camera, like a delicate doll without warmth, but if you look closely, But he will find that the cold and delicate puppet is tightly holding his brother's hand.

Hong Yao pointed to Shi Bei in the photo, and asked Peipei, "Is there any difference between the sleepy little brother Peipei sees and the one in the photo?"

"No wow." Peipei shook his head, thinking that Hongyao didn't believe his eyes, and hurriedly emphasized: "This is the little brother who loves to sleep, he looks the same, Peipei won't admit it!"

"Of course I won't admit my mistake, Peipei is so smart, we all believe him." Pei Ci comforted Peipei with coaxing and boasting, and then explained softly, "We just want to know if there is anything wrong with that sleepy little brother?" change, because this photo may have been taken before."

"Changes?" Peipei scratched her head half-understood, "There is no change, same eyes, same nose, same mouth...all the same."

Pei Ci was silent for two seconds, and decided to change the direction of the question: "Then how long has Pei Pei lived here...?"

Peipei's chubby face instantly dimmed, and she pursed her mouth and said, "It's been a long, long time!"

But how long it was, he couldn't say a specific number.

But it will take a long time to feed a skinny child into a fat man.

Hong Yao and Pei Ci looked at each other, and said, "If it's really an honor album... how can such a young child make a significant contribution to a family?"

Pei Ci lowered his eyes, moved his slender fingers lightly, and flipped through the pages of the photo album. Looking at the young faces above, he whispered, "Maybe...it's the same thing."

Surrounded by the sweltering air, Fang Chong shivered slowly, and inadvertently turned his eyes...the sea of ​​people is full of ghosts...

"Grass..." After exhausting all the self-control in his life, Fang Chong couldn't hold back the swear words that subconsciously burst out in the sudden shock.

At this time, Hong Yao, who had lived in a tomb with hundreds of earthbound spirits for 1000 years, would be much more respectable. He calmly closed the photo album, turned his gaze to the old ghosts at the head, and asked casually: "Is everyone here?"

At such a weird and terrifying moment, Fang Chong only wanted to offer his knees to Boss Hong.

Look at this indifferent posture, this indifferent tone, and this natural aura!In an instant, the thrilling scene surrounded by ghosts is turned into the main one as the boss inspects the industry and evaluates employees!

As expected of Boss Red!

If you want to forcibly install hundreds of ghosts in a small courtyard, the picture will definitely be a little uncomfortable. Let’s not mention the scene of ghosts and ghosts that make the scalp numb and the toes of the intensive phobia patients. Just the numb look on their faces like puppets will give people a sense of horror in the face of the walking dead.

No ghosts care about red medicine, or they simply don't respond to everything in the outside world.

"Is this... just to block the door?" Fang Chong, who recovered from the shock, made a bold guess.

Red medicine: "In terms of the effectiveness of blocking the door, they are not as good as the circle of bricks outside."

"No...can't you?" Anyway, there are so many of them.

Anyway, the group of ghosts didn't respond, and Hongyao was happy to give the employees some knowledge about the underworld: "Look at them carefully."

Aberdeen...Look carefully? !Not daring not to listen to the words of the life-saving boss, Fang Chong bravely fixed his eyes on an old ghost who was closest to them - his face was pale and scary!Bloodshot eyes, scary! !Stiff and rickety, not like a real person, super scary! ! !

But it must not be said that way, he is also a macho bodyguard who can hit ten by himself!

Fang Chong struggled for a moment, and tentatively said: "...they didn't have any obvious fatal wounds on their bodies, so they should all die quite... quite peacefully... right?"

Hong Yao stared at Fang Chong silently for a moment, then turned her gaze to Pei Ci.

Pei Ci understood and gave a standard answer: "Their souls and bodies seem to be lighter than other ghosts."

Hong Yao nodded with satisfaction: "Exactly."

Fang Chong: "???" No, you don't look away quickly when you see ghosts, but do you want to compare their Yin Qi's depth and transparency? !

Red medicine: "This kind of ghost can no longer be called a ghost, but a 'remnant soul', without thoughts or memories of being a human being. It will speed up the dissolution of their yin qi."

"So, don't worry, even if hundreds of remnant souls come, they won't be able to stop us."

As soon as Hongyao finished popularizing science, Fang Chong quickly took a big step back.

Facing the puzzled eyes of the two bosses, he held the Wangcai card Leng Baobao and said solemnly: "I have a lot of yang, what if I wipe them all out? People are so dead that only a little soul is left. It's strange." pitiful……"

Just as I was talking, those "poor" remnant souls suddenly moved collectively. Like puppets manipulated by someone, they stiffly and neatly moved their necks forward, then slowly twisted to the left, and paused for a few seconds , and slowly turned to the right... Rows of bluish-white and stiff dead faces are like sunflowers infected with the virus, and they must stubbornly turn their faces towards the three of Hongyao.

After doing this three times, the first few old souls stopped and floated forward. Hong Yao was secretly on guard, and those few remnant souls suddenly looked like soap bubbles floating in the sun—'Bo' With a click, it broke silently.

This is the real death, not going to the underworld, not entering reincarnation, not even a strand of remnant soul left.

Another five remnant souls floated forward...

Pei Ci and Fang Chong were already stunned by the "Remnant Soul Suicide Show" in front of them, but Hong Yao reacted extremely quickly. He stuffed Ruyi into Pei Ci's arms, and only quickly told him, "Don't run around", and then dodged to chase after her. Out of the courtyard.

Although remnant souls have no thoughts or memories, they have the instinct to survive. They will consciously avoid the crowd and seek the evil aura that can lead them to the underworld... Moreover, to control so many remnant souls, the distance must not be far.

As soon as he jumped over the bricks and stones by the courtyard, thick fog suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and in the vast expanse of whiteness, Hong Yao vaguely heard a child's laughter that was as clear as silver bells.

A very common ghost movie routine.

Hong Yao stood in the fog with her eyes closed and concentrated, not moving or startling.

After ten breaths, there was a sudden chill behind him, Hong Yao suddenly opened his eyes, drew his knife and slashed with his backhand—dang!

blocked!

Hong Yao supported the handle of the knife with her right hand, and pushed forward with her left hand. The dense fog broke away with the wind of her palm, revealing a heroic and handsome face. It was Shi Nan.

A three-year-old boy was sitting on Shi Nan's shoulders. After staring at the red medicine for a moment with his dark eyes, his bright red lips grinned suddenly, revealing a big, extremely happy smile.

"The Shi family is dead." The boy who looked exactly like Peipei said with a smile.

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