Sandwiched between the two masters, I am no longer a human being

Although the two patriarchs have very different personalities, their habits of doing things inevitably overlap.

For example, they are all decisive people, and they do things cleanly. Once they label something, they will not take another look and waste time trying to figure it out.

They all confirmed that the death of the husband and wife was not caused by the curse spirit. The reason why they went to the house again was to target Ayin.

Using A Yin's words, I cleared away the mist on her body, and confirmed her harmlessness to human beings again and again.

It is up to them to judge with their own eyes whether she is righteous or evil, and whether she has a "human heart".

This is not suspiciousness, but the responsibility and responsibility of being the head of the Yusan family.

There are so many evil spirits in the world, and how weak and incompetent ordinary people are. If there are no capable people and strange people to shoulder the mission and protect the safety of one side, the fragile human beings will not be able to escape the fate of being reduced to rations.

This is where the positioning of the magic world lies.

As for the Yusan family at the top of the conjuration world, they are in charge of the two major families, and they will only be more sensitive about "inhumanity". Even if they can see the purity of Ayin's spell power, they must have double insurance.

This has nothing to do with how much they like A Yin.The mission of conjurers is to exorcise evil spirits, this is the general trend, and they are too early to be naive and credulous.

I have to say that after Ah Yin ceased to be a human being, her intuition was very accurate.She chose to tell the truth, and the lingering doubts in the hearts of the two Patriarchs dissipated, and the cold and scrutinizing eyes were replaced by warmth and tolerance.

She gave them her trust, and in those clear eyes, they saw the heart that had never been lost.

That's enough.

So Zenyuan raised its brows and eyes gently, stroked the top of the girl's head, and promised that they would not hurt her.

So Wujo showed a smile, pinched the girl's tender cheeks, and praised Ayin for being a good boy.

No matter what others think, they will not turn a blind eye to the trapped human beings, nor will they speculate on the sincerity with suspicion. Their tolerance is not so small.

At least on the side of the two Patriarchs, A Yin was included in the human camp, and because of his lack of strength, he was also confined within the protection range.

A Yin blankly clutched her red cheeks, not understanding why their attitudes suddenly changed. The dull girl didn't even know that she had successfully embraced her two thighs without knowing it.

Back at the hut in the temporary base, Gojo began to count the days against the crude calendar.

"What are you doing?" Ayin poked his head curiously.

"It's time." Said the silver-haired young man, restrained his strength, and lightly rubbed A Yin's snow-white head, "Don't look at how leisurely you and I are now, being the head of the house is very busy."

"Even this rare time to go out, I managed to get it from His Majesty the Emperor through stalking..."

The Chanyuan coughed lightly, reminding someone to shut up, he was about to lose face of the Yusanjia.

So Wu Tiao changed the subject and talked with A Yin about the next itinerary.

"Two months is the maximum time limit. Your Excellency Chanyuan and I must finish our work within this period. So if you follow us, the pace may be very fast. Is A Yin okay?"

Ayin nodded, and Wutiao continued, "Then I plan to solve this death mystery within three days, and kill the ghost king in the remaining two months. Can Ayin keep up?"

A Yin: ...

What the hell are you talking about, you killed the Ghost King within two months?

Ayin suddenly felt her legs go weak, but she looked at Wutiao who was full of smiles, and then at the calm and breezy Buddhist temple, as if lifting the ashes of the ghost king was as simple as eating and drinking for them, so Ayin stood up firmly.

They are not afraid, what is she afraid of!

The two and one ghost happily set the date of death for Ghost Dance Tsuji.

.........

If it is said that the case will be closed in three days, it really only takes three days, and one more second does not count.

A Yin watched helplessly as the two patriarchs finally gave up fishing, with a clear division of labor, and found a breakthrough point very quickly.

Zen Yuanhui first obtained the personal information of the couple from the village chief, and then screened out valid information from it.

But it is a pity that the couple may also know that they are doing illegal things, and they are strictly guarded against personal privacy. Except for the names, dates of birth and death, they cannot dig out other things.

That being the case—

Zen Yuanhui threw away the pen neatly, turned around and said, "Five things, start with the abducted children."

"I'm still checking." Gojo Satoru waved his folding fan lazily, "From the news sent back, it is worth noting that there are four households, all of which are ordinary households. did one thing."

"What's the matter?" It was Ayin.

With a "snap", Wu Tiao closed the folding fan, and with an interested smile on his lips, he said to them, "Pray to the gods."

The three of them were in the hotel in the small town at this time, and when the windows were closed and the doors were closed, they opened up to speak openly.

Ayin never doubted the source of their information. The two powerful patriarchs are here. The Yusan family has a deep foundation and has been in business for thousands of years. What kind of secret method was used, but within half a day, the five pieces of information were obtained.

However, what the eyeliner can detect is so far, and the next step is to go for it in person.

"God..." A Yin fell into deep thought about the word.

The same hotel, the same speech, she immediately thought of what the proprietress she saw when she first came to the town.

If it was on the original earth, her first reaction when she heard this word was feudal superstition, but she wore them all. In the Taisho era, where humans and ghosts co-exist and cursed spirits raged, she would not be surprised to come up with any new tricks.

When Ayin raised his eyes again, he looked at the two with calm eyes.

"Is there a map? Let me see."

"Here." Five pieces were handed to her.

On the map that was drawn, the locations of several households were marked with red dots, and the directions of Ayin and the others were marked with blue pens, which was convenient.

Ayin estimated the itinerary slightly, and said, "I can reach this household before dusk today." She pointed to the red dot that was closest to them with the surname "Zhongtian" written on it.

"Ok?"

Wujo glanced at the map and said, "There are no trains in this area, how does Ayin plan to get there?"

He is not familiar with the terrain over there, so if he rashly used the words of teleporting people with no lower limit, he might accidentally injure innocent people.Only ordinary people can do it.

Even by train, it will take more than a day to reach the location of this family.

At that time, the three of them were sitting on the ground around a small square table. Under the watchful eyes of Zenyuan and Wujo, Ayin stood up, bypassed the square table, and walked to the window in a few steps.

Today's glass windows have not yet spread to tens of millions of homes, and remote towns are still dominated by wooden booklet windows. A Yin opened the window sash with carved patterns to let the clear morning breeze and mist blow into the house, and also Let the eyes of the two shift to the gray sky outside the window.

The sun was not out, so Ayin could stand in front of the window without any fear. She raised her hand, and following her pointing, a black spot in the sky gradually descended, gradually enlarged in the field of vision, and her body elongated.

In the end, the ugly curse spirit stopped firmly in front of the window.

Ayin leaned out to rua the mantra, as if she couldn't see the dozens of glass ball-like eyeballs on the mane's back, she turned around proudly and patted the mane's head.

Rushi introduced: "This is my little treasure. Little treasure can fly, so let's go with little treasure!"

The tentacles under the curse spirit danced accordingly, as if responding to the master's words.

What a "Little Treasure" triple hit.

Chanyuan: ...

Five articles: ...

The two seemed to have suddenly forgotten how to pronounce Japanese. They stared at the curse spirit, their lips moved, but they couldn't utter a word.

Xiaobao?

You're such a genius at naming names.