My target is black impermanence

I thought that there was no movement after that day, and this matter was over, but I didn't expect that a few days later, Shen Hanyang received an invitation from the Zheng family.

It turned out that the youngest daughter of the Zheng family was going to hold a birthday party and invited them to attend.

Shen Hanyang was even more confused, not understanding what this powerful and powerful family wanted to do.

However, he and Zou Yu were still invited to attend.

……

Shen Hanyang attended many receptions with Zou Yu, but he was still surprised by the grandeur of the Zheng family and the grandeur that came to them.

In the hall, there are some young entrepreneurs and young people who are famous in various fields that he has seen before, and some people that he has only heard of but never met.

However, most of the people present at this banquet were young men of the right age, and there were very few women, who basically acted as companions.

Shen Hanyang's heart skipped a beat, and he leaned into Zou Yu's ear and said, "Why do I feel something is wrong?"

It seems that he has seen this kind of scene in many TV dramas.

Zou Yu said without changing his face: "It should be to choose a marriage partner of the right age for that Miss Zheng's family."

The corner of Shen Hanyang's mouth twitched, so what are they doing here?

But soon, he understood why they were invited, including the words that Butler Zheng said that he had met him once when they first met.

The girl in the white long dress had an elegant and reserved smile on her face, and her luxurious and restrained temperament was undoubtedly revealed in her gestures. The other party walked down the stairs slowly, lifting the skirt slightly to reveal her small and slender ankles.

The other party attracted everyone's attention almost the moment he appeared.

Shen Hanyang sighed heavily, looked at Zou Yu with raised eyebrows and said nothing.

The other party was the owner of the little teddy dog, the girl who was bullied by Shen Hanyang a little bit, that is, the youngest daughter of the Zheng family, Zheng Ya'an.

At that time, Butler Zheng was in the car that came to pick up Zheng Ya'an, watching with his own eyes how he stomped Zheng Ya'an away angrily.

Sure enough, Zheng Ya'an implicitly rejected everyone's invitation, raised his chin, and walked towards Zou Yu like a proud white swan.

For the first dance at the banquet, Zheng Ya'an took a fancy to Zou Yu.

"Mr. Zou, we meet again. I have received all the things you sent. Thank you very much for your kindness. I wonder if you would like to dance the first dance with me."

Zheng Ya'an stretched out a hand, her face was a little red, and there was some shy reserve in her natural and generous manner.

Shen Hanyang looked at those eyes cast over him, and secretly cursed in his heart.

I just gave some pet supplies, probably not even a small change to the Zheng family, which has a big family and a big business. In Zheng Ya'an's slightly ambiguous tone, it seemed that Zou Yu had some shady relationship with her in private.

Zou Yu didn't have any expression on his face, and said lightly, "I'm sorry."

There was a small uproar in the audience, and Zheng Ya'an shook her outstretched hand in embarrassment. She lowered her head and said with some disappointment, "It's okay."

No one does not know what Zheng Yaan's first dance represents. Often the person who dances the first dance with the protagonist is the person chosen by the other party.

But Zou Yu rejected her.

Zheng Ya'an canceled the opening dance, which meant that she no longer considered other people except Zou Yu.

Shen Hanyang looked ahead calmly, but quietly poked Zou Yu's waist with his hand behind his back. With Zou Yu's sensitive trembling, he leaned over and said in a low voice: "You are doing very well, go back tonight Please drink iced milk tea, I will make it myself."

Zou Yu was taken aback, and coughed softly with his fists on his lips, blocking the slightly pursed smile at the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't hide the red trembling ear tips in his black hair.

Patriarch Zheng, who had a panoramic view of everything in the hall through surveillance, glanced back and forth between Shen Hanyang and Zou Yu. He glanced at Butler Zheng with some doubts. Butler Zheng leaned over and said in Patriarch Zheng's ear A few words.

Patriarch Zheng frowned, then looked at Zou Yu and Shen Hanyang, who were Meng Buke in the surveillance, and rubbed his forehead with some headaches.

……

The banquet didn't last long because of Zheng Ya'an's voluntary exit, and everyone knew that Zheng Ya'an's favorite object was that Zou Yu.

When the guests were leaving one after another, Steward Zheng came forward and invited Shen Hanyang and Zou Yu to the backyard. They were not surprised.

Because the banquet might just be incidental, the main reason why the Zheng family invited the two might be because of the so-called "trouble".

The current head of the family is Zheng Ya'an's father, but he is about fifty, his temples are a little gray, probably because of his poor health, he looks a little weak.

Zheng Ya'an has changed into a new set of light clothes, looking fresh and beautiful, but the disappointment and unwillingness on her face have not faded away.

"Please sit down."

A round table, but only a few seats, Shen Hanyang sat down first, separating Zheng Ya'an and Zou Yu who were standing behind Patriarch Zheng.

His behavior did not hide anyone, but made the oath of sovereignty extremely obvious.

Sensing his actions, Zheng Ya'an bit her lip and stomped away.

"Mr. Shen and Mr. Zou seem very close."

The Zheng family looked at the two pointedly.

Shen Hanyang narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Very close."

He thought that what he showed at the pet shop that day was already very obvious, but he didn't expect that there would be an opening dance today. He hoped that the actions he showed would make the other party understand that they should stop doing unnecessary things. This is just a waste of each other's time .

Zheng Ya'an, who left, came back with a teapot. She poured a cup of tea for Patriarch Zheng first, and then walked towards Zou Yu, who was a little further away, and raised her proud chin not to be outdone.

It's just that when she was about to pour tea, Zou Yu switched the teacup in front of Shen Hanyang to his own.

This behavior caused Patriarch Zheng's eyes to flicker, and he interrupted Zheng Ya'an's petty temper.

"Ya'an, customers have priorities."

Zheng Ya'an frowned in embarrassment, and reluctantly poured tea for Shen Hanyang. Shen Hanyang stood up, his proud height was a bit oppressive, he took the teapot from Zheng Ya'an's hand, and said, "Don't bother me. Miss Zheng, I will do it myself."

It was a joke, he was afraid that the other party would become angry later, so he shook his hand and poured hot tea directly on him.

However, he underestimated the temperament and cultivation of the lady of the big family. Zheng Ya'an only gave him a light glance, then handed the teapot into his hands, and continued to stand silently behind Patriarch Zheng.

During the innocuous exchanges between you and me, Patriarch Zheng also revealed the real purpose of finding Shen Hanyang.

"The last time we met Mr. Shen, it was because we neglected Mr. Shen. Today, we specially invited Mr. Shen to this banquet because of a minor incident in the family recently."

Shen Hanyang straightened his expression, looked at Patriarch Zheng and said, "I don't know what it is, Mr. Zheng might as well tell me, I will definitely help if I can help."

Hearing what he said, Patriarch Zheng frowned a little hesitantly and thought for a moment, then sighed and said, "Mr. Shen, please follow me to the second floor."

"dad……"

Patriarch Zheng raised his hand to stop what Zheng Ya'an wanted to stop. At this moment, they had no choice but to act as a living horse doctor. Besides, if the other party was incapable of solving this matter, he would naturally have a way to make the other party shut up. home to see everything.

The group of people followed Patriarch Zheng to the second floor. Unlike the outdoors, Shen Hanyang felt a cold breath almost as soon as he walked up the stairs, as if even the sunlight outside the window was blocked, making the red carpet covered The corridor looked thick and far-reaching.

Steward Zheng received a signal from Patriarch Zheng to open the door of the master bedroom, and the curtains inside were closed tightly, almost sealing the room airtight.

A thin man sat on the edge of the bed, shaking from side to side, like a dumb puppet.

And Shen Hanyang could clearly feel that the anger of the people inside quickly disappeared, as if something was devouring the life of the other party.

"This is Mrs. Zheng?"

Facing his question, Steward Zheng nodded and invited them in.

Shen Hanyang frowned slightly, and murmured: "If this continues, people will become a mummified corpse."

"What did you say!"

Zheng Ya'an yelled, Shen Hanyang looked at Zou Yu, blinked his eyes and pursed his lips.

It's over, speak your mind.

Zou Yu's eyes were slightly bent, and he nodded slightly, affirming that he could see the other party's problem at a glance.

"Yan."

Patriarch Zheng said lightly, Zheng Ya'an pursed his lips unhappily, and retreated honestly.

"Mr. Shen can speak directly."

"that is……"

Shen Hanyang frowned and gestured.

"There is nothing dirty here, but the essence of the other party is about to be sucked dry. Oh, Mr. Zheng, you have the same situation."

It was not obvious in the sunlight before, but now in the dark room, Patriarch Zheng's pale face looked a little weird.

As if he had hit something in what he said, Patriarch Zheng looked at him a little excitedly.

"Then, does Mr. Shen have any solution?"

Shen Hanyang subconsciously wanted to look at Zou Yu, but before he had this thought, he controlled himself.

"Yes, but I need to find out where the source is, it should be not far away."

As Shen Hanyang spoke, he drew a search spell, which could be connected to the spirit that was sucked away from Mrs. Zheng so as to find the source.

A red curse mark rose from his palm, slowly enveloping Mrs. Zheng, and the others looked at everything in front of them with surprised expressions.

A red thread stretched out along Mrs. Zheng's body. Shen Hanyang opened the curtains and watched the red thread extend to the detached villa not far away.

"It's there."

Shen Hanyang stretched out his finger, the expression on Patriarch Zheng's face was a bit surprised, it seemed that Shen Hanyang had hit the mark.

The other party knew where the problem was, but there was no way to solve it, and they didn't believe that Shen Hanyang had that ability, so they tried various methods to test him first.

……

Several people retreated from the master bedroom, and Zou Yu glanced at Shen Hanyang.

He felt that Shen Hanyang was very active today, unlike before when he was at a loss when solving problems, today Shen Hanyang was calm and relaxed, he didn't question him with his eyes, and he didn't silently give him the right to speak.

It seems that he has gradually had this feeling since some time ago. Shen Hanyang occasionally looked at him with a smile mixed with other things.

……

From Patriarch Zheng's mouth, they learned the secret of this century-old family, that is, they have always enshrined souls.

It is said that a long time ago, the Zheng family was not as big as the current family. By chance, the ancestors picked up a puppet carved from tree roots. Since getting that puppet, the ancestors have been trapped in nightmares every night, and they can often see A pair of dark red eyes stared at him.

Later, someone told him that the puppet had been buried in the ground for too long. It used to be a mass grave in the old days. There are many mutilated dead souls.

But it is also fate to be able to pick it up, and it will be rewarded in the future if it is properly enshrined.

The ancestors of the Zheng family believed it was true. At first, they simply offered red candles and raw rice. Slowly, the generations of the Zheng family went smoothly in both business and official careers. This puppet has always been regarded as an ancestral treasure of the Zheng family. to date.

"The strange thing started to happen some time ago. I usually have to deal with outside business. My wife has always been doing the offerings and cleaning. It's just that after returning from there a few days ago, my wife began to become lethargic. She also lost weight quickly, and to this day, she is already unconscious."

Patriarch Zheng has a heavy face on his face. They must have thought of countless ways these days, but on the one hand, because the family secrets are not easy to spread, they are afraid that there will be rumors outside, and on the other hand, there are only a few people who can find people who can solve such things , so it has been delayed until now, and Patriarch Zheng is also anxious.

"Can you take me to have a look?"

Patriarch Zheng glanced at him with hesitation, but he still sighed and nodded.

……

That detached villa seemed to be specially built to worship puppets, and no one usually went in there, and it was only a little popular when worshiping and cleaning were performed on fixed days.

Because the air is usually too closed, when the door is opened, there is some peculiar smell caused by the lack of air circulation inside, but it is not unpleasant because of the incense mixed in it.

Facing the gate is the puppet that Patriarch Zheng said, about the size of the palm of an adult man, and the carving is not fine, only the simple limbs and facial features can be vaguely seen as a human figure.

In the white smoke of the incense, the empty eyes of the puppet appear mysterious and distant.

Shen Hanyang took a step closer, and the two hole-like eyes of the puppet staring straight ahead suddenly looked straight at him, which surprised him.

Zou Yu walked behind Shen Hanyang and put his hand on his back lightly.

In their eyes, a faint black mist enveloped the puppet.

"Mr. Zheng, anything supernatural has certain dangers. It shouldn't appear here. This puppet locks those lonely ghosts who can't be reincarnated, because your offerings have survived until today, but They have to go where they're supposed to go."

Shen Hanyang spoke slowly, with a calm and melodious tone full of mysterious depth.

Patriarch Zheng frowned, and asked, "Mr. Shen, please speak frankly."

"I'm going to give away the contents."

"That……"

"Mr. Zheng, what should be yours is yours, and what is not yours. Forcing to stay will only result in self-destructive consequences."

Patriarch Zheng understood what Shen Hanyang meant.

From their ancestors to the present, they believed that all their achievements were due to the puppet they enshrined. After enjoying nearly a hundred years of prosperity, they suddenly wanted to send this heirloom away. One can imagine the gap in their hearts.

Seeing that Patriarch Zheng was still hesitant, Shen Hanyang said: "Patriarch Zheng should be able to feel that his body is deteriorating, and he even has a feeling that his life is being lost. This is the price that the Zheng family is paying. If it is not cut off in time, then As much as the Zheng family got before, there will only be more."

Patriarch Zheng's face was a little loose, and Shen Hanyang said the last sentence.

"Mr. Zheng should hope that future generations will be safe and successful."

These words completely defeated Patriarch Zheng's reluctance to benefit, and what's more, they got enough now.

"Just ask Mr. Shen to do it."

Patriarch Zheng gritted his teeth and sighed heavily.

Shen Hanyang nodded, Zou Yu's hand left his back, and the two looked at the puppet shrouded in black mist at the same time.

……

At this time, the sky had already turned white, and the sun was too strong during the day. Fearing that there would be some mistakes in cutting off the connection between the puppet and the Zheng family, Shen Hanyang suggested that it should be done at night.

The two stayed at Zheng's house for the time being. After having dinner with them, Shen Hanyang and Zou Yu took a walk in the courtyard of Zheng's house and visited this luxurious villa.

Shen Hanyang looked at the direction of the puppets in a daze, wondering what he was thinking.

Zou Yu looked at him, frowned slightly, and said, "Shen Hanyang, what's wrong with you?"

He doesn't know how to be euphemistic, and when he has a question in his heart, he asks directly.

Shen Hanyang came back to his senses, looked at him and said with a smile: "What's the matter, do you think there's anything strange about it?"

Seeing that Shen Hanyang avoided his question, Zou Yu lowered his eyes and sighed softly.

"Shen Hanyang, I hope you can guard yourself, because I can't help you."

The air froze for a moment.

The smile on Shen Hanyang's face was a little weak. He didn't look at Zou Yu, but focused on the withered flowers in the yard.

It's like his life, short and tenacious, repeating a process over and over again, but the initiative is never in his hands.

If, if it weren't for the kiss that was so hot at the beginning...

He chuckled, there is no such if, because he has never regretted it until now.

Time passed quickly in leisure time, and when the fiery red sunset completely sank in the distant mountains, the lights of the villa were already lit.

Patriarch Zheng, Zheng Ya'an, and two strangers who had never seen each other appeared in the villa together, and the battle was quite solemn.

"Mr. Shen, if we need to do anything, you can rest assured that we will do our best to cooperate."

Patriarch Zheng had a lot of thoughts in one day. He is not a person who will be immersed in interests, and the descendants of the Zheng family also know the importance and urgency in a good education.

Presumably this is why Tan chose to use puppets to absorb the energy of the Zheng family, but did not attach the remnant soul to anyone.

Mrs. Zheng was pushed in on a wheelchair. Her eyes were dull, her face was pale, and she was as thin as a mummy.

Where they couldn't see, a wisp of light-colored air was being drawn from Madam Zheng's body.

Shen Hanyang raised his hand, and the blue-white underworld fire was stronger than before. He simply and rudely directed the fire to Mrs. Zheng, and directly burned away the ghost wrapped around Mrs. Zheng's body through the underworld fire.

No one in the hall dared to speak. They watched all this with serious expressions. Even when Mrs. Zheng was surrounded by flames, they resisted the panic and worry in their hearts.

During the burning, Shen Hanyang glanced at Zou Yu, and the other party nodded. He held the underworld fire in his hand, and led it directly to the puppet along Madam Zheng's extracted energy.

The altar immediately vibrated uneasily, thick gray smoke drifted out from the puppet, twisting into strange shapes in the air.

Shen Hanyang cast a soul-scattering spell, these gray fogs are all incomplete ghosts, lingering until now with a trace of Yin energy and enshrined popularity.

But it is not a complete soul itself, and should have dissipated long ago.

The red curse mark hit the puppet straight, but at that moment, a thick black mist appeared from the puppet's eyes, like a bottomless abyss, swallowing up the entangled gray mist in one gulp.

Thick black mist emanated from the puppet to a degree visible to the naked eye, almost instantly blackening the bright hall.

The chandelier above the head exploded suddenly in the "crackling", everyone was startled.

"Quick, get out!"

Shen Hanyang yelled anxiously, and the Zheng family ran out of the villa in a hurry. At that moment, the door was closed, and the villa was pitch black, and Shen Hanyang and Zou Yu were wrapped in thick fog.

"It seems that this greed is a waste of money."

Zou Yu murmured, with a ghostly aura in his body.

The strong sense of pressure around him shows that Tan has released a lot of power in his body this time.

"Shen Hanyang, don't stay too far away from me."

He subconsciously wanted to protect the people around him, but after he finished speaking, he didn't get a response.

Looking sideways, he found that Shen Hanyang beside him was standing upright, but his eyes were a little dull looking ahead.

"Shen Hanyang..."

Zou Yu was startled, seeing people like this clearly meant that they were haunted.

If among these, Shen Hanyang fails to stick to his heart and is bewitched by greed, then the worst result he can think of will happen.

Zou Yu tried to put his hand on Shen Hanyang's shoulder, but a wisp of thick fog directly attacked him.

His eyes darkened, red curse marks rose from the soles of his feet, and the locked mist was sucked into it. Taking advantage of this moment, he wanted to hold Shen Hanyang back, but the black mist separated him from him like a sweeping storm. Shen Hanyang's distance.

"Zou Yu, you will definitely not be able to hide today."

The indistinguishable voice seemed to come from a distant border, and Zou Yu was startled that almost half of his power had been dormant here waiting for them.

Where Zou Yu didn't see it, thick black shadows flashed in the eyes of the puppets on the altar.

……

Shen Hanyang remembered that Zou Yu once said that greed is pervasive, and that all remnants and dead souls, including those who are greedy, jealous and violent, will become the targets of greed.

As long as one is human, one must have desires and desires, but once desires and desires become strong, greed and paranoia will form.

He has desires, desires, but they are not strong enough.

Everything in front of me is the reappearance of my dream in the past few days.

The death of her mother when she was young, the alienation when she was a teenager, and all the peace that was broken by a kiss in her youth.

Obviously, it's all in the past.

Looking at it now, the faces of those people seemed to be distorted into the appearance of monsters.

His whole body was shriveled, his face was full of corpse spots, he was neither human nor ghost, he huddled in a dark corner like a rat in a stinky gutter, those once familiar faces were all terribly disgusting.

As for the elderly father, the sadness on his face seemed to overflow through those cloudy eyes.

He was sorry and died before his father.

Thick black mist covered the sky, like a bloody mouth enveloping the red-haired and red-eyed Zou Yu, and the heavy oppression made him breathless.

Zou Yu looked at him tenderly and reluctantly, red mist seeped from the wound on his neck, and the black mist opened his fangs, biting and devouring Zou Yu.

He didn't understand what Zou Yu was doing.

But at the next moment, he saw Zou Yu's soul scattered instantly and the black mist that exploded.

The beautiful red remnant soul is like an exploding sun.

He opened his mouth blankly.

Didn't he say he is a container, why.

He lowered his head and looked at himself in the puddle. Uncle Shen's ferocious face and the gloomy child were entering his body.