I, C, attend the funeral

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the dark clouds are still tumbling endlessly. It seems that a sudden thunder will strike at any time, and it will rain.

The old temple master frowned deeply, followed Xiaodaotong and ran all the way, and turned to the courtyard where Xiaodaotong found the body.

All the Taoist priests gathered around the gate of the courtyard, chattering and chattering, some panicked, some frightened, and some simply curious.

The old temple master rushed behind the big tree where the corpse was, and the little Taoist boy behind him immediately raised the flashlight in his hand and shone towards the corpse.

As a result, the corpse lay frozen on the ground, with gray face, staring eyes, and a horrifying expression. The frightened Xiao Daotong trembled, and almost threw the flashlight in his hand towards the corpse.

The old temple master took the flashlight from the Taoist boy, and took a careful look at the corpse, looking at it while looking at it.

Seeing the master like this, Xiao Daotong felt his heart tremble, turned his head to look at the senior brother behind him, and hurriedly moved behind the senior brother.

He was only as tall as his senior brother's waist, and now he was holding his senior brother's sleeves, hiding safely, not daring to look at him.

He was so scared that he peed on his pants just now, when the cool wind blew, the crotch felt cold.

Biting his lip, Xiao Daotong gripped his brother's clothes even tighter.

The senior brother had a tigerish face, while looking at the master, he stretched out his hand to press the top of Xiao Daotong's head, and unconsciously rubbed it twice.

The old temple master put the fly whisk behind his waist, held the flashlight and looked at the corpse nearby.

He took out a long gray cloth bag from his bosom, spread it on his lap, and unfolded it into a bag of silver needles.

He took out another piece of talisman paper from his arms, pinched a talisman, flipped his fingers quickly, and the talisman paper pinched by his fingertips suddenly ignited a ball of fire. The tactic, the flame, and the talisman paper had turned to ashes and quickly disappeared into the air.

The old temple master then held the silver needle with his fingers, and quickly poked the five acupoints of the lady in front of her, including forehead and renzhong.

In the next moment, five small white dots appeared at the place where the needle was pricked, and disappeared quickly after a few seconds.

If it weren't for the old watchman holding the flashlight to look carefully, he wouldn't have noticed the abnormality at all.

The Taoist apprentices around didn't pay attention to anything, but the old temple master stood up after a single operation.

He turned around and sighed, "Did you call the police?"

Immediately, a middle-aged Taoist priest with a calm face responded: "I just reported it, master. It will take more than 20 minutes for the police to come from the mountain."

"En." The old temple master looked at the corpse in front of him with a solemn expression.

Under normal circumstances, a person's soul remains behind after death. As long as it is buried, without external force, the first seven souls will dissipate.

The female corpse in front of her had been dead for no more than 10 minutes, at least her soul should be in the corpse.

But when he practiced the silver needle technique of five ghosts probing the acupoints, the corpse neither convulsed nor black spots appeared where the needles were poked—this is obviously a loss of soul!

It must be sucked clean by the quilt crane...

Now Zihe has left the Taoist temple and regained his freedom. Although there is a karmic lock that prevents him from leaving the 20km radius with the Taoist temple as the center, the city is at the foot of the mountain. Difficult.

If he keeps sucking human souls without restraint, he will become a ghost within a few months. After a few years, I'm afraid...

Pursing his lips, the old temple master looked ugly, staring at the female corpse in a daze.

After a while, he turned back and said, "Everyone go back to their rooms and make sure that no other brothers and sisters were injured."

"Yes!" The middle-aged Taoist priest who called the police earlier responded, and immediately organized the other Taoist priests to leave.

The old audience turned to another Taoist priest beside him and asked, "Is Xiao Liushi alright?"

In this Taoist temple, everyone is named according to the order in which they entered the Taoist temple. Everyone in the Taoist temple is surnamed Zhang, and only the main surname of the old temple is Chen.

"It didn't hurt the vitals. This woman's knife was stabbed in the shoulder, and she was bandaged and fell asleep." The Taoist priest who was asked replied.

"Well, you should go back first." The old temple master Chen Gun ordered.

After the Taoist responded, he also obediently withdrew from the court.

Only then did the old temple master turn around, and took a flashlight to illuminate the surroundings of the female corpse in front of him.

But besides the woman's footprints, there was also a man's footprints on the dirt.

"It seems that he sucked two living souls, possessed the man and escaped. That's right... Since this woman was able to take the jug away from my room, it must be menstruation, and the filthy body was born The blood to ward off evil spirits, he can't get on this woman's body. At this time, a man came to meet with that woman..." The old temple master looked down at the footprints on the ground and muttered to himself.

There were only two young Taoist priests left in the courtyard, standing at the entrance of the courtyard, holding flashlights, waiting for the master to worry about the accident.

"He also said that he was willing to accompany me all the time... He was always a liar..." The old temple master supported the tree trunk with one hand, sighed, and whispered helplessly.

I would rather believe that there are ghosts in the world than believe in the mouths of ghosts!

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The night was covered by dark clouds and the moon was covered with a gentle breeze. Originally, Tanshan City and Zixuan Mountain were as peaceful as before, but suddenly a small fire broke out in Zixuan Temple.

And when the small fire was extinguished, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly rolled away and dissipated, and the darkness accumulated all night suddenly disappeared.

The sky was suddenly clear, and the dark night was suddenly illuminated by the bright full moon. The black hole-like ink color disappeared, and the surrounding area seemed to be covered with a layer of golden mist.

The whole night seemed to be lit up.

At this time, if someone looked up to the east, they would find that the faint purple air rolled and dissipated, and after that, there was no cloud left in the sky.

These visions seem to be like the sages described in ancient books descending into the world, and they also seem to be recorded in some books as omens of the coming of evil spirits.

Zihe sucked the living souls of two people and possessed Qian Shen. After adapting to Qian Shen's body and brain, he also absorbed part of Qian Shen's memory.

He found the car in Qian Shen's memory, which was parked at the gate of the Taoist Temple and turned around the mountainside.

With the jug in his pocket that was said to have imprisoned him for a hundred years, he looked at the jeep as he walked quickly.

For him who had never seen anything except the old Taoist's house, everything was new.

Sky, ground, trees, bricks, tiles, walls, and the car in front of you.

As soon as he got closer, the person smoking outside the car looked up at him, and said anxiously, "Are you strolling around the street? Hurry up and get in the car!"

In fact, Zihe's walking was not slow, but for Lao Li who was smoking outside the car, it was obviously not enough - at least he had to run.

The bright moonlight made Lao Li's bearded face more rugged. The original long eyebrows, beautiful eyes, straight nose and red lips, coupled with the gentle aura of a baby face were completely destroyed by the beard.

He held a cigarette between his thumb and forefinger, and stared at Zihe with a pair of slightly round almond eyes, sharp as a knife.

Almost the moment he saw Zihe, he turned his eyes towards Zihe, and immediately keenly discovered that Zihe came back alone.

He was wearing a loose T-shirt, a pair of jeans that seemed to have not been washed for a long time, the knees were sloppy, and the trouser legs were frayed.

Such a person exuding an aggression all over his body, leaning on the jeep with his body crooked, puffing out clouds and looking at people with deep eyes, is not so comfortable after all.

Zihe wasn't annoyed either, instead he was in high spirits after being scolded.

He ran to the front of the car in three steps at a time, and when he reached out to grab the handlebar, he felt the cold touch of his skin on the handlebar.

He pulled the corner of his mouth and pulled the car door hard, and the cat waist got in.

"Where's the chick?" Lao Li followed his eyes like a shadow, and only after Zihe got into the car did he throw the cigarette butt on the ground to crush the sparks.

While opening the door on the other side of the back row where Zihe was sitting, he looked towards the Taoist temple, but no woman followed.

"Oh, she was too careless, she died inside." Zihe said honestly, without panicking.

"Why are you so careless..." Lao Li frowned and muttered, got in the car and sat next to Zihe.

In the small space in the car, the long legs were bent up a little bit.Just like his posture standing under the moonlight, his sitting posture in the car also reveals a full of heroic male hormones.

After sitting down, he looked at the young man beside him in the darkness of the car, and suddenly remembered something, and asked eagerly, "Where's the hip flask?"

"Here." Zihe took out the jug and shook it at Lao Li.

Old Li's almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, and he stretched out his hand to snatch it away.

Zihe tilted his head and glared at Lao Li, then stuffed the jug back into his pocket, it belonged to him!

Lao Li raised his head to meet the eyes of the young man in front of him, and suddenly felt that there was an evil look in his eyes, a smile that was not a smile, and a look of malicious intent.

This put Lao Li, who was already keen, on guard. Although they were ordered to do the task together, they were not very familiar with each other.

He turned his head immediately, it doesn't matter who owns the jug, as long as he takes it back.

The driver, Xiao Wang, is always sitting in the driver's seat and staring at Zihe, that is, Qian Shen, who is possessed by Zihe.

Seeing that Zihe took out the flagon, he was relieved.

He glanced at Zihe's face that belonged to Qian Shen, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and his eyes were slightly ambiguous.

Qian Shen's appearance was feminine, with long eyebrows and fine eyes, a straight but slightly delicate nose, and a white skin that was hard to tan.

Before Qian Shen's demeanor was obscene and rude, it was easy for people to overlook his excellent appearance, but after Zihe snatched Qian Shen's body and became "Qian Shen", the special temperament in his soul endowed him with The beauty of this physical body is different.

Xiao Wang has been paying attention to Qian Shen's appearance since he cooperated with Qian Shen, and now he can't help but linger on Qian Shen's face.

When Zihe, who was no longer Qian Shen, looked up at him, he deliberately softened his voice and said in an ambiguous way: "How is it? Are you not injured?"

Zihe only felt a sticky and malicious feeling coming towards him through Xiao Wang's eyes and words.

He felt extremely uncomfortable, even slightly disgusted, so he just twitched the corners of his mouth and didn't say a word about the other party's 'concern'.

Xiao Wang didn't seem to take it seriously, he smiled frivolously at Zihe, kicked the accelerator, and the car roared down the mountain.

There is only one mountain road that has been built. Xiao Wang is worried that if he walks on a serious mountain road, he will run into the police or the Taoist priests who are chasing him.

I drove the jeep and turned directly into the mountains, pressing the tall grass all the way down the mountain.

The car was constantly bumping, and Lao Li had to pull the armrest on the window so that he would not jump up and hit his head on the roof of the car.

But the young man sitting next to him didn't bump along with the car from the beginning to the end.

Lao Li couldn't help but look at the people around him from time to time, always feeling that there was something wrong with this person.

There was impatience in his pretty almond eyes, but he was thinking about something.

And the lush beard cleverly concealed many subtle changes in his expression.

The car was driving so fast that it hurt my buttocks.

Lao Li was immersed in his own thoughts in annoyance, when he heard the man beside him laughing in a low voice.

There is silence all over the world, only the sound of car engines and the noise of driving.

Obviously four people came, but only three people went back.

Now that they haven't reached a safe place, their heartstrings are tense. In such an environment, they suddenly heard someone laughing sinisterly beside them, and Lao Li's arms were covered with goosebumps.

He turned his head, glared at the young man beside him, and said angrily, "What are you laughing at?"

Zihe turned his head, with a slightly stiff expression on his face, and his smile seemed to be the expression of someone poking his face with a finger.

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