I am in the crematorium, Wen Dang A Piao

Xin Jianran looked at the place where he disappeared, unable to recover.

An inexplicable sense of loss rose spontaneously, he looked around subconsciously, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind.

When he was about to step up the steps, a faint voice sounded from behind, "Xin Jianran?"

Xin Jianran suddenly looked back, but there was nothing in sight.

"I'm in... are you looking for me in your backpack?"

Xin Jianran hastily brought the bag in front of him.

Shi Huaixi's eyes faltered for a while, and when he regained clarity, he saw Xin Jianran's face—a huge face.

He himself didn't understand what was going on.

Hearing the sound of the bell warmed his heart and made him drowsy. He also let himself fall asleep, thinking that this should be a salvation, but he didn't expect that it seemed to be stuffed into something after a while.

He thought he was reincarnated in the same place, but he didn't expect that when he opened his eyes, he still saw the familiar scene, but his perspective changed.

He tried his best to jump up and down, hoping that Yu Xin Jianran would find himself, "I just moved a little bit, did you see it?"

Xin Jianran had a complicated expression, "I see."

Shi Huaixi breathed a sigh of relief, and was curious about his current situation, "What's wrong with me?"

Xin Jianran turned on the phone camera and motioned him to watch it for himself.

Shi Huaixi saw a cloth-sewn Q version of Reaper, all in black, with a small skull on top, a big hood, and a cloth-sewn sickle in his round hand.

He tried to raise his hand, and the sickle in Xiaokulou's hand moved accordingly.

It's just... pretty cute.

Xin Jianran actually felt the same way, he suppressed this untimely thought, "Are you okay?"

"I don't know if I'm okay. I seem to be trapped in this body, but it doesn't matter. Stay as long as you can, and go in."

Xin Jianran put the bag on his back, "Are you okay going in?"

Shi Huaixi still answered, "I don't know, it doesn't matter."

"who are you?"

This is the third time Shi Huaixi has heard this question. He thought for a while and replied: "Well, if I am not saved in the Taoist temple, I will tell you my name."

Xin Jianran pursed her lips and walked into the Taoist temple.

There are two little Taoist priests guarding the entrance of the Taoist temple. One bows his hands to salute when he sees someone coming, "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, good believer, why are you here?"

Xin Jianran hadn't socialized for too long, he felt his lips and tongue were numb, and finally opened his mouth, his voice was stiff and stagnant, "I've hit a ghost."

The little Taoist's expression changed, "I'll take you to the quiet room first."

Xin Jianran followed the little Taoist priest from the front hall to the back hall, and was led into a small room with futon tables and chairs, and sandalwood scented. The little Taoist poured Xin Jianran a cup of tea and left quickly.

Xin Jianran watched the little Taoist priest close the door before sitting on the futon, put his backpack on the table, and asked the little cloth-sewed skull softly, "Are you still there?"

Shi Huaixi twisted his body, "Yes, I feel pretty good."

I feel warm all over.

It seems that this Taoist temple still has preferential treatment for good ghosts.

Xin Jianran felt relieved, he didn't know why he cared so much about this ghost with unknown origin and purpose, maybe he was too nervous, he couldn't face this kind of situation alone.

It is not so at a loss if there is a ghost accompanying him.

Not long after, the little Taoist priest knocked on the door, "Sin Xin, our Lord has come."

As he spoke, an old man in Taoist robes staggered in, with kind eyes and kind eyes, but his face was flushed, and the smell of alcohol could be smelled at the door.

Shi Huaixi looked at him cupping his hands perfunctorily, and finally thought of this character in his mind——Ruoxuguan Guanzhu is a good drinker, doesn't care about world affairs, and drinks too much, but the drunken words he utters have deep meanings, and the ending seems to be for saving his life. The apprentice died.

It was also the first time Xin Jianran had seen a master of this kind of route. He stood up, and Hao Jiuzi waved his hand quickly, "Sit down, believers are tired after walking this way, take a good rest."

Xin Jianran sat down as promised, took off the backpack again, paused, and hid the side with the doll in his arms. Hao Jiuzi saw it, and was still smiling. He was on the other side of the table Sitting down, the little Taoist closed the door for them and walked away.

Shi Huaixi couldn't see their faces, only heard their voices.

Xin Jianran was the first to speak, "I... have yin and yang eyes, and my yin energy is heavy. What should I do so that those ghosts can't get close to me?"

Hao Jiuzi's voice was vague and excited after being drunk, "Sinxin is born with yin and yang, and it is a yin fate. It is a great tonic for ghosts and monsters. This fate cannot be changed, it can only be covered. I have a way to shut down your life." The yin and yang eyes cover your destiny and make it difficult for ghosts to harass you, but you can't avoid the doomed disaster."

"What do you mean?"

Hao Jiuzi laughed twice, "After three months, you will be killed, and your affairs can be left to us."

Shi Huaixi was taken aback, Xin Jianran's face turned pale, and the spilled tea dripped into his hand, "What did you say?"

"I don't know what you have provoked. You have some real skills. Even I can only see the effect and not the cause, but it's not without a chance."

Xin Jianran's mind was in a mess, and he subconsciously asked, "Where is it?"

Hao Jiuzi grunted, "Isn't it right by your side? But it's uncomfortable to be hung up, and it's easy to lose."

"Uh..." Xin Jianran hugged his backpack tightly without saying a word.

"If believers still want to hide their lives, come to Kongshan Temple to find me, just behind, old man, I will do a good deed every day, and there will be no charge."

He staggered away, not forgetting to close the door.Xin Jianran wiped his hands and the table with a sullen face, then took off the doll and put it on the table.

Shi Huaixi stood up unsteadily, trying to float.

Not bad, can float.

He drifted to look at Xin Jianran, "What do you think?"

"What's your name?"

Shi Huaixi was surprised that he was thinking about this matter, and told him his name truthfully.

"I haven't heard your name before, does Cheng Ting know you?"

"do not know."

"That's it." He didn't ask any more questions, but silently put his bag on his back and stood up.

Shi Huaixi landed on his shoulder, "Are you going to leave?"

"Yes." Xin Jianran replied dully.

"Then where are you going back to, where is Cheng Ting?"

"No, walk around before you die."

"Oh, that's gotta get some money to spend, and it costs money to walk around."

Xin Jianran was a little surprised, "That's all you want to say?"

Shi Huaixi nodded, "Otherwise, should I advise you to go to another master to see it? I have no right to influence your thoughts on such matters, so you can do whatever you want."

Shi Huaixi saw it very openly. If he guessed correctly, the so-called murderous disaster after three months should be another suitable time for Bai Yueguang to change his body that Slag Gong is optimistic about, but the story will not end after three months.

Let's go and see.

Xin Jianran breathed a sigh of relief after hearing his answer.

He is really...too tired. He has been infested by ghosts since he was a child, wandering on the edge of life and death countless times, tortured like a frightened bird, afraid to go out, afraid to make friends, just want to find the safest The place huddled up to spend the rest of his life.

After finally meeting someone he likes, who has the ability to provide him with a safe environment, he finds that all this is a fake, and his own existence has always threatened the safety of the people he cares about.

He really didn't have half the will to resist, he was exhausted physically and mentally, and he just wanted to find a place to lie down and rest.

Life and death are up to God, let him go, as long as he doesn't implicate others, that's enough.

Shi Huaixi stretched out his round hand and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, "Then before you leave, do you want to ask the temple master to cover your life?"

"No."

After hiding his life, he couldn't see Shi Huaixi anymore.

Before walking out the door, he opened his backpack, "You lie here, it's not easy to show your flaws."

"Hmm." Shi Huaixi obediently lay on his stomach, and when the left and right zippers were closed, only his head and hands were exposed, as well as his little scythe.

Before Xin Jianran left, he wanted to say goodbye to Hao Jiuzi. He respected such people very much. As long as they were there, most people who were infested by ghosts could be rescued.

Walking back, you can see the mountains and forests. The palace is hidden among the green mountains and green forests, which is quite pleasing to the eye. Moreover, Shi Huaixi feels that this place is more comfortable for him than the front. It feels like soaking in an open-air hot spring. He couldn't help stretching a long Lazy, I found that I was getting more and more comfortable controlling the puppet's body.

Before he tried to do a few more moves, a cold cry came out suddenly, "Get down!"

Shi Huaixi and Xin Jianran subconsciously lay down together, and from the corner of their eyes, they saw a black shadow passing over their heads. Before Xin Jianran could breathe a sigh of relief, the black shadow turned back again, carrying a familiar chill Qi.

Xin Jianran knew that it was coming for him, so in a flash, he pulled out the puppet from his backpack and threw him aside.

He was afraid that Shi Huaixi would be hurt by this ghost.

This time, Xin Jianran didn't close his eyes, a ray of bright yellow flashed into his eyes, Xin Jianran subconsciously caught it, and the cold voice sounded again, "Put it on."

It was completely an instinct without thinking, he moved at every command, his whole body was obviously stiff and trembling, but he didn't know where the strength came from that made him quickly raise his hand to press the black shadow.

The black shadow let out a roar, and was thrown out violently. The scarlet cassock flew over to cover it, and the four corners were closed and wrapped to form a small cage.

Shi Huaixi was thrown to the ground, and when he stood up with difficulty, he saw Xin Jianran lying on the ground half in a daze, but nothing seemed to happen. There was a tall young man standing not far in front of him. Pleasing to the eye, he is the most beautiful person Shi Huaixi has ever met, but his expression is cold, like a frozen lake.

This kind of appearance configuration must be an important role. Shi Huaixi had a vague guess about his identity, and saw those dark and cold eyes sweeping towards him. In the next moment, he was pulled by some uncontrollable force. God, I was grabbed by the hood by this man.

In his other hand he held a talisman.

Shi Huaixi decisively threw away the small scythe sewn with cloth, raised his hand, and said politely: "Wait a minute, I have to be a ghost."

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