I, C, attend the funeral

Zihe was distracted by the sudden intrusion of the young man, and the fear that gradually faded came to his heart again.

His fingers felt cold for a moment, and when he looked at the mirror again, there was a cloud of indistinct curved light and shadow floating on the mirror, as if the mirror was suddenly covered with a small cloud of mist.

Something came out.

He took a step back unconsciously, and just as he was approaching the window, there was a very faint crashing sound from the wine jug in his trouser pocket.

Frowning, he stretched out his hand to hold the jug, he knew very well that the jug was just a utensil to hold his remnant soul, not even a magic weapon, because in the formation of the old temple master's room, with a piece of talisman paper, he was trapped. The role of the soul.

And the moment the jug was taken out of the old temple master's room by the woman who stole the jug, it completely lost its function, and it was just an ordinary old thing.

It is impossible for an ordinary jug to move by itself. When he reached out to hold it, he didn't feel any strange feeling.

But the strange sound was absolutely real, and it was impossible for him to hear it wrong.

After thinking about it, he immediately remembered the piece of wine pot that he threw in, and the piece of broken iron that the mountain dog must give him as a thank you after he got the seal.

Before he could think about it, he twirled his fingers in the flagon, rubbed the piece of metal out of the flagon, and pinched it on his fingertips.

Actually slightly fever.

Flipping the iron piece spread out in the palm of the hand, there is a faint light white smoke lingering on the iron piece - this is an unknown metal thing, but there is a trace of someone's soul attached to it.

Inexplicably consonant, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Sucking lightly, the strands of soul energy flowed into his nasal cavity along with his suction, and then permeated into his remnant soul restored by the old temple master.

The feeling was totally different from the feeling of inhaling the first three living souls, which made Zihe's whole body tremble, and a strange emotion welled up in his heart, and a faint sadness arose in his heart inexplicably.

It took three living souls and a trace of evil from an antique to dye the red on the right foot and the little finger of the left foot.

But he just sucked a trace of soul energy from this inexplicable metal, and the entire left foot and half of the ankle were dyed red.

This piece of metal...

The moment he wondered what this piece of metal was, his remnant soul had completely absorbed the trace of soul energy.

A memory belonging to this thread of soul energy flooded into his heart, and Zihe couldn't help opening his eyes wide - this night, I don't know how many times, he was completely shocked by the new cognition he received:

……

That memory belonged to a child who was only about 1.5 meters tall.

The wind was blowing and the snow was blowing, and the person who took the picture could hardly keep his eyes open.

A man stood in front of the child, wearing a gray and white Taoist robe in the wind and snow, with long hair in a bun, but it was blown by the wind and snow, and it was blown behind his head.

But even though he was described as embarrassed, the expression on the man's face was always peaceful, indifferent and calm.

It is a confident and elegant style, and a stalwart self-confidence that is indomitable.

He also narrowed his eyes slightly from the wind and snow, and the wound on his cheek no longer oozes blood.

"You follow me to learn." He turned his head and said to the children beside him while walking slowly.

The child nodded.

Even though he was frozen to the point of losing consciousness in the blizzard, and it was difficult for him to follow the man with all his strength, he still nodded stubbornly and tried to open his eyes wide to see the man's movements clearly.

The man quickly made a hand gesture and muttered: "Duh!"

After pinching the tricks,

Sigh and stop,

The snowflakes within one meter of the man's body seemed to be impacted by some air current, and they all shook towards the surroundings.

His voice was not loud, and his movements did not deliberately slow down because of teaching.

But the boy saw everything clearly and remembered it all at once.

"You learn." The man's clear voice was still clear even in the snowstorm.

The boy nodded again, and then quickly learned how to make a hand gesture, and said in a slightly immature voice: "Duh!"

Immediately, the flakes of heavy snow fluttering around the boy were shaken slightly by the shock, changing the original falling direction.

The man seems pleased, with a stretched expression on his face.

He reached out and touched the boy's head. The boy seemed to resist, but his body was stiff but he didn't dodge it.

"You are indeed a genius." The man murmured in a low voice, then took the boy's hand and said forcefully, "From now on, you will be called Zhang Zihe."

"From now on, I will be called Zhang Zihe." The boy said, his voice sounded like faith, and he paused every word.

……

"From now on, I will be called Zhang Zihe." Zihe absorbed this memory, and his eyes that were originally slack gradually became clear.

Looking ahead, he opened his mouth like a child of the owner of that memory, repeating these words with a clear heart.

The memory in that strand of soul energy was actually his memory.

Zihe... Zihe...

Zhang Zihe.

Bai Lili, who was standing beside him, looked at him wandering away for a while, and saw that he had finally regained his senses, and suddenly muttered something again.

She looked at him with some fear, and wanted to stand behind him for shelter, but felt that the person in front of her had become so weird.

Zihe didn't care about Bai Lili's emotional ups and downs. He looked at the young man who had retreated to the bedside in the room and was holding an executioner's hammer.

This young man... looks very similar to the man who taught him how to pinch his hands in his memory... It's just that he doesn't match his age.

With a lot of thoughts, he looked up and suddenly saw the three sticks of incense——

During the moment when he was distracted, the three wisps of smoke all collapsed straight.

The three soul-returning incenses burned extremely fast - there seemed to be countless ghosts lying on the roof greedily inhaling the smoke.

The young man had already retreated to him, quickly sprinkled a circle of salt around the three of them, and then stood up, facing the three sticks of incense and the mirror at the entrance as if facing a formidable enemy.

Zihe found that although the young man had a serious and resolute expression, his left hand, which was holding the official hammer, was too hard, and the veins burst out and the joints turned white.

It seems... also trembling slightly.

Suddenly there were strange sounds all around, like someone stretching their muscles and bones, and like someone walking back and forth.

The three of them leaned together and quickly turned their heads around to look for something that made the sound, but they could only hear the sound and see nothing.

Bai Lili was already trembling from fright, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Just now she thought that Zihe might also be weird, but now she has grabbed his arm without hesitation, so as to increase her sense of security even by the slightest.

"Is there any way?" Now is not the time to think about that memory, Zihe withdrew his eyes and only stared at the three sticks of incense in front of him. Seeing that the incense was about to burn out, he asked the young man beside him.

The young man turned his head and glanced at him, with a resolute look on his face, and said, "Stay in this salt circle for a while and don't move, I will deal with it."

After finishing speaking, the young man clenched the hammer in his hand a little more, and fixed his eyes on the three sticks of incense. His face was pale, and he was obviously scared, but his tone was extremely firm, without any hesitation.

Zihe frowned, turned his head to look at the boy's handsome but tense side face, and couldn't help thinking: This kid probably wants to smash ghosts with a hammer.

Finally, the three sticks of incense burned to the end, the smoke suddenly dissipated, and the ash scattered all over the ground.

At the same time, the lights in the room flickered.

Zihe suddenly had a very bad premonition. At such a moment, if the lights in the room suddenly went out, the three of them would be very pessimistic about facing the unknown danger in the room in the dark.

No, no!

The lights will never go out!

Just thinking this way, the light that had just flickered once, Zilla flickered again.

"..." Zihe's face darkened.

"What should I do?" Bai Lili trembled in shock from the flickering lights, and she looked at the burnt soul-returning incense again, feeling panicked.

She looked around anxiously from time to time, but she was nervous and afraid of what she really saw.

She is extremely regretful now, she really shouldn't have dutifully come over to help the guests change the sheets.

To end up in such a predicament with two strangers.

She...she won't die, will she?

She is not the only one who has such a sense of panic at this moment.

After a few seconds, the lights flickered again, at a significantly faster rate.

If this continues, there is no guarantee that the lights will not go out.

Both Zihe and the young man were a little anxious. They both realized that for the unknown danger, there was a light at this moment, and the three of them would not be completely at the mercy of others.

After all, they've been in the house for so long, and those things only scare them, and don't really hurt them.

It seems to be afraid of something.

But if the lights suddenly went out and the three of them completely lost their vision, no one could predict what would happen then.

—Darkness, the unknown, and a haunted house that probably has more than one ghost.

The flickering more and more intense lights also made the three people feel more and more psychological pressure.

Zihe felt all the changes around him tensely, and his eyes were fixed on the door of the hotel room at the other end of the entrance.

What would happen if the three rushed out together now?

The terrifying existence confronting them is probably also waiting for the moment when they rush out of the salt circle - this is very risky.

But... If you don't rush out and wait here, it's not a solution.

It was a wrong decision to come to this room at night—he should sleep on the street, not take chances!

The young man also stiffened his back, and the palms holding the hammer were already wet with sweat.

He swallowed, and fixed his eyes on the mirror by the entrance, wondering what he was thinking.

Bai Lili covered her mouth with one hand, quickly glanced at the lamp with chattering teeth, and then quickly scanned her surroundings. Her spirit was almost reaching the limit of endurance.

"Report... call the police..." She suddenly remembered something, quickly took out her mobile phone with shaking hands, frantically lit up the screen of the mobile phone and wanted to call 110, but found that her mobile phone had no signal at the moment.

"No...no signal..." Her trembling voice was slightly hoarse, and her fingers trembled even more.

When the phone fell to the ground, she didn't even realize it in a trance, but still kept holding the phone.

Zihe turned his head to look at her, saw that her face was pale, her whole body was shaking violently, and her brows twitched.

"Can't wait—"

He just opened his mouth, and the lights in the room seemed to have reached the limit of endurance. Suddenly, they went out in a flicker, and never came on again.

His voice stopped abruptly because of the darkness, and the surroundings were instantly dead silent.

Both he and the young man were holding their breaths nervously at this moment.

And Bai Lili seemed to be so frightened that she forgot to breathe.

"Ah—" I don't know if it was the terrifying recognition of the sudden darkness, or something else happened, but a few seconds later, Bai Lili suddenly screamed loudly.

Zihe only felt that she hit him hard on the shoulder, so he rushed out of the salt circle and ran wildly towards the door.

"Don't—" The boy's voice sounded in Zihe's ear again, this time the voice was much higher than before, obviously in a hurry.

But it was too late for the boy to stop her, and Bai Lili stumbled forward and ran out.

For some reason, today's night is extraordinarily dark.

Zihe's night vision is stronger than others, and he can vaguely see the outline of the room in the dark after a few seconds.

Bai Lili collapsed in extreme fear, and at this moment, relying on her memory, she was rushing towards the door in her memory without a clue.

In the darkness, countless black air was gathering towards Bai Lili.

Zihe thought that the house might be unclean, the smoke from each of the three soul-returning incense sticks, maybe three of them were unclean...but...

This black mist swirls towards Bai Lili, why does it look like the room is full of ghosts and evil spirits?

This is a small hotel standard room...

How was he going to get out of this haunted house with this deadly physical burden beside him?

He must not let any yin qi corrode the boy's physical body—this is the extremely pure yang body that he has only identified!

Taking advantage of all the ghost energy to absorb and attack Bai Lili and have no time to care about him, drag the boy out?

If you rush over, such a short distance, only a few seconds, should be fine...

Opportunities are only in the blink of an eye. Just a few seconds of hesitation when the lights were turned on made them miss a chance to fight.

just now!

Can't hesitate any longer!

After thinking about it, Zihe took a deep breath, stared at the boundless black mist spreading from the walls and furniture in the room, and stretched out his hand to grab the young man beside him.

In my mind, I was rehearsing the scene of grabbing the boy's hand, protecting the boy in front of me, and running away, but——

After he grabbed it, it actually fell through? !

Before he had time to wonder, Zihe saw a tall and clear figure stepping out from his side in the dim light, and sprinkled a handful of glutinous rice in Bai Lili's direction.

Then...then holding the official hammer in his left hand, he rushed towards the rolling black mist like a small tank.

"Low—————" Zihe's heart was full of ten thousand Gobi horses galloping past.

My head is buzzing!

Is it such a big game? !

The author has something to say:

【small theater】

Bai Lili: Zhang Zihe, have you considered me? (Crash and cry)

Zihe:?

Bai Lili:? (stare)

Zihe: Believe me, no one cares about your life or death. (understatement)

Bai Lili: ... (despair)