I, C, attend the funeral

The night at the end of summer has begun to feel a little chilly. The two of them made a big deal. It should have been a moment to satisfy each other and enjoy the joy of victory together.

But only Zhao Yin was calm on the surface, running trains, planes, cannons, and tanks roaring in his heart.

It's rare, the cold young man's face flushed slightly, and he wanted to find a resonance, so he frequently looked at the face of the young man beside him.

But it turns out that this young man who has always been weird and easy to flatter himself, seems to have become even weirder.

This guy seems to have been distracted?

Almost hit a tree!

He stretched out his hand to pull this guy, and prevented him from hitting a tree, but he didn't thank him! !

Zhao Yin's mood is getting worse and worse, impolite guy!

After successfully catching ghosts, not only did he not become happier and more turbulent, but he even started to lose his mind...

Successful ghost hunting, is it such a small thing?

Isn't it worth thinking about it all the time and savoring the joy of victory?

Why did you still go to the gods?

He was getting more and more upset, until he had walked through the iron gate for several steps, and turned around to find that the guy was actually locked outside the iron gate, staring at the iron gate in a daze, as if he had lost his soul .

——That guy was completely stunned! ! !

"Can you come in or not?" Zhao Yin pulled open the magnetic card iron gate of the community, raised his chin slightly in displeasure, and looked at the dumbfounded Zihe——

At night, the dark clouds dissipated, the sky cleared up, the stars twinkled in the sky, and the black sky illuminated had some other colors.

Zhao Yin's eyes met Shang Zihe's, and both of them fell silent suddenly.

Zhao Yin held the iron door with his hands, wanting to let go in anger, let the iron door close again, and let the young man with a stupid face outside the door be shut out.

But for some reason, he read something strange in Zihe's eyes.

He didn't understand those emotions, but felt a few swells in his chest.

He pursed his lips and carefully looked at Zihe's dark pupils under the night light, trying to see exactly what it was that made his chest bulge.

But Zihe suddenly blinked his eyes, and he smiled slightly towards Zhao Yin, his lips were raised, and his eyes were beaming——

Not the kind of hippie smile, but a calm, warm smile.

Zhao Yin was shaken by his eyes and smile. He had never thought that this young man who was a few years older than himself was good-looking, but today, for some reason, under the expression and eyes of the other party, he felt a little different... …

Without waiting for Zhao Yin to urge him again, Zihe walked into the community through the door opened by Xiaodie, and when Xiaodie let go of the hand that opened the door, the two of them walked side by side again.

When they entered the community and got farther and farther away from the iron gate, the bushes under the night suddenly trembled.

The Maine Coon cat jumped out of the green area and stood outside the iron gate looking at the backs of the two people in the distance. It shook its long hair covered in grass clippings and dust, and stared intently at the front, as if in deep thought.

Its tail, as thick as a man's arm, gently swayed behind it...

……

Today, Zihe got two things that belonged to him.

A blessing bag, the soul energy stored in it has been sucked out.

There is also a piece of talisman paper taken out of the little ghost's coffin.

He put his fingers into his pocket and touched the piece of talisman paper. It was old and soft, but tenacious.

What kind of talisman paper is this?

Is it the man in the gray robe who is as long as the little boy and who is dressed in Taoism?

Who is that man?

He took himself through the wind and snow, and took himself to a Taoist temple with other Taoist boys.

During the New Year, he gave himself and other Taoist boys blessing bags, which contained lucky money and golden beans.

Those people's clothes, their hairstyles... look like ancient people thousands of years ago.

That person...is his master?

Is it a master who is admired and followed by oneself?

But... why did I become a remnant soul in the end and put it in a flagon?

Why is he in Zixuanguan?Be guarded by the old temple master Chen Gun for a hundred years?

Who is the old temple master Chen Gun?Why are you willing to guard his remnant soul, pour all your heart and soul into helping yourself regain your sanity, and never leave a step in your life?

What is the bond between them?

If I survived as a remnant soul to this day, then... what about that man in gray robe and Taoist makeup?Where did he go?

Zihe turned his head and looked at Zhao Yin who was beside him, and the night was shining on the perfect and beautiful face of the little girl - he was staring at the profile of the little girl.

The knife-like side face gives people a strong masculinity.

At such a young age, the greenness on the face has gradually faded away, and the edges and corners and male toughness are slowly released on this face.

Could it be... that he became Zhao Yin after reincarnation?

Is it possible that the karma between him and the little one is too heavy, so he was eventually drawn to the little one?

He reached out and touched his arm - the karma locks covering his body represented the karma and debts he owed in his previous life.

Do any of these karmic debts belong to that man?

The Lanwan community is very large, and it will take about 10 minutes to walk to the place where he and Xiaodie live.

It was only 10 minutes, but Zihe couldn't wait any longer.

The rest of the road from home is just along the curb...

His emotions are still immersed in memories, and his thinking is not too comprehensive. Zhao Yin is still surprised by his sudden warmth just now, and looks back at him from time to time.

He can't take care of the little doubts.

The talisman paper was squeezed out, he inhaled slightly, and the last trace of soul energy in his hand was instantly inhaled into his nasal cavity.

Soul's left ring finger was also stained red.

The red color on the finger that had faded a bit because of carrying the little devil before was also made up.

After Zihe looked inside, within a few seconds, he fell into a new memory:

[Finally it is not a memory in the heavy snow, the sun is shining brightly, as if it is going to roast the whole world.

Zihe raised his head, almost feeling the unbearable heat in his memory.

The self in the memory is no longer a small child, but a tall young man—this is the memory of the adult self.

He finally retracted his gaze from the glaring sun, but what he saw in front of him shocked Zihe instantly.

The green grass on the hillside was dyed red, and the smell of blood filled the nostrils, so strong that it was almost nauseating.

A man was nailed to the trunk of a giant tree with a sword. The long sword didn't look very thick, but it nailed the man to death.

The man hadn't closed his eyes yet, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at him viciously, his eyes seemed to be filled with hatred and incomprehension.

"Zihe—" he said hoarsely, as if he wanted to say something.

The self in memory suddenly lost control of his emotions when his name was called.

He raised his hand abruptly, and the magic circle that had been set up around him flickered with a dark red halo, with black threads gathering towards the person nailed to the tree like a spider's web.

The man didn't wait to say anything else, the black silk threads had already penetrated into his body.

The next moment, the black silk threads were dyed red, and the pinned man also became shriveled as if he had suddenly lost blood.

In his memory, his whole body was trembling violently, and he looked into the eyes of the man nailed to the tree without avoiding it, but it was a staring gesture, but it made Zihe, who had absorbed this memory, feel incomparably shocked. Pain and fear.

Some turbulent negative emotions occupied the whole soul, as if it was about to explode—the self in memory gritted his teeth to crush and grind all those emotions.

Only decision is left.

Zihe saw his hand raised high, and immediately, two strands of living soul were pulled out from the body of the person nailed to the tree, and then sucked.

The feeling of fullness and pain intensified at the same time, and those painful emotions that had just been suppressed surged out again, and Zihe felt the boundless cold, which invaded his soul and body.

A lot of information was poured into Zihe's mind——

Regarding the yellow table paper talisman, it is a piece of soul fixing talisman.

And the way he kills, the magic circles he sets up everywhere, the way he sucks human souls, and the things he prepares to do after killing, all belong to a kind of evil practice-the practice of the hungry ghost way.

Fixing the soul, splitting the soul, stealing the soul, eating the soul, and refining the body of a person who practiced Taoism with one soul and seven souls into a bronze armor corpse...

Zihe felt suffocated, his whole soul seemed to be frozen.

The picture in the memory gradually dissipated, and the memory attached to the talisman paper was swallowed. 】

With a little concentration, he found that he had already stood by the side of the 6th building, and was standing on the side of the building at the moment—turning around, it was the front of the 6th building facing the sea.

almost home.

As soon as he turned his eyes, he saw Zhao Yin.

Xiao Yaoming stood under the dim street lights in the community, his face was full of entanglements and doubts, as if something terrible had happened.

Zihe's heart sank, a little guilty and flustered.

Facing the little deadly gaze, he opened his mouth and asked, "What's wrong?"

As soon as I opened my mouth, I realized that my voice was hoarse, as if I had a serious illness.

"Do you know how bad your complexion is now?" Zhao Yin frowned his thick eyebrows, his deep long eyes stared at Zihe closely, and he didn't know if there was any worry in these eyes.

Zihe's lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to say that he was fine, but found it very difficult to say this.

Zhao Yin took a step closer and looked at Zihe's face impatiently. Although his expression was displeased and hesitant, he finally put the back of his hand on Zihe's forehead.

Cold to the touch.

He looked at Zihe's pale face and sweat profusely -- he looked like a dying person.

"Your forehead is cold, it seems to be...a low-grade fever." Zhao Yin was a little uncertain, he thought for a while before saying in a stiff voice: "Shall I take you to the hospital?"

Does a low-grade fever get the temperature down to freezing cold?Zhao Yin tried his best to recall his illness from childhood to adulthood, but every time he was taken care of by his mother, he found that he didn't think much about it.

Zihe looked at Zhao Yin's awkward and worried appearance, and his mind was in chaos.

There are stories about the gentle expression of the man in the gray robe and Taoist makeup, about the painful and distorted faces of the people he killed, about the flying snow in the sky, about the glaring sun, about the man in the snowstorm who taught him the pinch tremor formula, There was also the incomprehensible expression on his face when the man in gray robe stared at him after he had put away the lucky bag in winter...

All the newly recovered memories were intertwined, making his mind muddy.

He reached out and wiped his forehead, and the tentacles were covered with sweat from the cold tide. He met Zhao Yin's green face and those tangled eyes - this young man looked exactly like the man in the gray robe, but the expression on his face , but there are subtle differences.

That man always seems to be determined and knows everything.

But it's so small, the child looked at him at the moment, obviously worried, but pretended to be calm and didn't care.He obviously wanted to deal with the situation in front of him neatly, but because he had too little experience in taking care of the sick, he seemed... even a little helpless.

He tried his best to pick up the corners of his lips, trying to encourage him to smile at Xiao Ke Ming.

But the pain, fear, jealousy, remorse and countless other terrible emotions in his memory made him unable to completely detach himself physically and mentally.

So, Zhao Yin saw Zihe smiled tragically at him.

If it weren't for Zihe standing upright at this moment, he really felt that the young man in front of him might be about to die heroically.

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Yin took out a small handful of glutinous rice from his pocket, and pressed his other hand on Zihe's shoulder, as if he was about to stuff glutinous rice into Zihe's mouth——

If it was bewitched by a ghost, black bloodshots would appear on the face after eating raw glutinous rice.

Zhao Yin is going to get rid of the 'ghost upper body' first, and then send him to the hospital.

Zihe was taken aback when he saw that Xiao Yaoming was holding glutinous rice and was about to put it in his mouth.

Although still immersed in the emotion of memory, the crisis in front of him is even greater - we must not let Xiao Yaoming really deliver glutinous rice to his mouth.

Although his remnant soul was well taken care of by the old temple master, and even if he bent over Qian Shen's body, he wouldn't be able to see it, but if he swallowed a handful of glutinous rice, it would be exposed immediately.

He hurriedly suppressed his emotions, forced a smile and said, "It's not a ghost, I'm fine."

As he said that, he hurriedly grabbed the little deadly wrist.

"Your hands are also cold." Zhao Yin's gaze fell on Zihe's hand again, seeing that the back of Zihe's hand was turning blue, he frowned.

"Are you really okay? Show me a Zhenzi Jue to prove that you are not a ghost." Zhao Yin felt that if it was a ghost, he would definitely not be able to make out the upright and awe-inspiring Taoist Zhenzi Jue.

Zihe looked at the serious little terrified in front of him, and suddenly felt a little warm in his heart.

In the previous time, when he was clinging to the little girl, the indifference and alienation of the other party disappeared in an instant, and he became the pure and kind boy in front of him with a cold face and a hot heart.

I always hated his appearance before, but now I care so much.

Could it be that the experience of hunting ghosts together has given them a brotherhood in need?

His heart was sour and warm, and for some reason, he suddenly felt his cheeks moist.

Zhao Yin was still stubbornly waiting for Zihe to make a Taoist hand formula in order to prove that he was not possessed by a ghost, but suddenly he looked into Zihe's eyes, and his long eyes widened in shock, as if he was frightened and at a loss what to do.

Zihe didn't care about other things, his heart was full of emotions, and he suddenly became a weak person captured by emotions.

What is rational, what is calm and calm, what is pretending to be okay, all are left behind.

He suddenly took a step forward, gently resting his forehead on Zhao Yin's shoulder, and whispered in a hoarse voice:

"Small, I feel bad..."

The evening breeze is blowing, the moon is shimmering, and the sea waves are beating against the shore, making different "popping" sounds.

Is autumn coming soon?

……

……

At night, when Zhao Yin returned to his home, after washing and tidying up, he was finally able to fall asleep tired and full.

A figure sneaked in quietly, and got into Zhao Yin's room without disturbing the big dog in the yard at all.

The thing landed on all fours without making a sound.

The hair on its body is slightly blown up, like a wild beast, a little scary in the shadows.

It patrolled around Zhao Yin's room, as if observing its prey.

It also seemed to be inspecting his own territory.

The night was dark, the wind came in through the slightly open window, and the window screen shook like a trembling hand.

The beast walked around the room countless times, and it could be vaguely seen that there was something in its mouth. When it was occasionally exposed to the moonlight, it looked like a book with a dark cover.

Jumping onto the bedside table next to Zhao Yin's bed, it lowered its head and stared at the sleeping boy's face. After a long time, it put the thing in its mouth on Zhao Yin's bedside table.

It didn't seem ready to attack the sleeping, almost defenseless man on the bed.

Tilting its head and thinking for a while, it scratched another book with its big claws, and covered it on top of the thing it put down, making it half covered.

Then, it sat on the bedside table, staring at Zhao Yin on the bed.

Those round eyes were filled with an emotional light that did not belong to animals.

It seemed as if it could never get enough of it, and it lay down on the bedside table from time to time, whimpering a few times, as if it wanted to confide in boundless grievances.

Occasionally, he stretched out his front paws to scratch Zhao Yin's hair, but he was worried about disturbing Zhao Yin's dream, so he timidly withdrew his paws.

I don't know how long it sat there, but there was a faint light on the east side, and then it quietly jumped off the bedside table, jumped out of Zhao Yin's window with a leap of its body.

The slightly whitish light in the morning shone on this thing, and its long curly hair was slightly knotted, making it look not so clean and decent.

A long tail like a man's arm swayed slightly behind him, and there was a faint green light flickering in the light golden pupils. The pair of vertical pupils were extremely fierce, but there was a complex expression that did not look like animals.

This Maine Coon cat, which was as big as a big dog, glanced at Jin Jin, a Labrador retriever lying on the side of the kennel, and then looked at Zihe's house next door in the yard.

As soon as its body jumped, it landed in Zihe's yard. Unlike the cautiousness in Zhao Yin's room, it unceremoniously ran out of the floor-to-ceiling window and began to "Zla" "Zla" scratch the glass——

……

……

On Zihe's Duobao Pavilion cabinet, there are two more things.

As a result, he can now count to four when standing in front of the cabinet and admiring his things.

1. Wine pot, 2. Fragment of sword, 3. Lucky bag, 4. Talisman paper.

one two three four……

I happily counted on my fingers.

Feel rich.

I didn't sleep well last night, and my mind was restless.

It took him a long time to absorb those memories before he could calm himself down.

From the looks of it, he used to be a really fierce guy, probably killing people and setting them on fire?That's why it ended up with only the remnant soul left in the jug.

That's why he was put under the karma lock and his freedom was restricted. As long as he killed good people and ate good people, he would owe more karmic debts, the free area would become smaller, and he would even be tied back to Zixuan Temple.

Thinking about the majestic appearance he might have had before, he looked in the mirror and put on several vicious expressions.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't feel right.

Somewhat self-doubting.

I, Zhang Zihe, was I really so fierce before?

Is it because he has been influenced too much by the old temple master for a hundred years, and his remnant soul has been purified and sublimated?

Why does it look...so not fierce?

Especially when I think about last night with my little...

He covered his forehead, unable to bear the memory.

As I was struggling, my heart suddenly moved.

He turned around and walked to the north-facing side bedroom window, looking through the window glass towards a certain direction in the city.

Immediately, he frowned and his eyes sank slightly.

In the direction he was looking at, a puff of black smoke billowed towards the sky, and a fire broke out somewhere.

And in the black smoke from the burning fire, an evil spirit that only Zihe could see also rose into the sky and was extremely turbulent.

……

……

Just as he was staring blankly in that direction, trying to see the evil spirit more clearly, and also identify the direction of the smoke, there was a terrible sound of scratching the glass outside the door.

Zihe only felt a numbness in the back of his head, and his whole body froze—the voice was so unpleasant, it was so unpleasant that he wanted to kill someone.

Who would run under his window and scratch the glass?

As soon as he saw the scene of soaring aura, he heard the terrifying sound of scratching the door, and his back felt chills.

Zihe turned away from the window where he was lying on his side, took a mop casually, and walked towards the door.

Could it be that the evil spirit came to the door after he saw it?

He stared warily at the place where the sound came from, scanned from top to bottom, and soon saw the big cat crouching at the bottom of the window with a sleepy face but non-stop paws.

He stretched his slightly raised shoulders because of tension, and casually threw the mop against the wall.

What kind of ghost came to the door and frightened himself, but it was just a wild cat.

Taking a closer look at the cat, it was neither a ghost cat nor an evil cat - at least in his eyes, it was just an ordinary stray dirty cat.

Walking in front of the glass, the cat obviously saw him too, but its claws scratching the glass didn't stop at all, making terrible noises one after another like revenge.

Zihe stepped forward and kicked the glass.

The big cat was not afraid at all, and even raised its eyes and glanced at him contemptuously.

"?" Where did this cat come from?What's wrong?

He pulled open the window pane, ready to blast the cat away.

However, the moment the floor-to-ceiling windows opened, the big cat swiftly rushed into Zihe's room.

Before Zihe could react, it had already run towards the bathroom - looking familiar.

"?" Zihe frowned, this cat is too invisible, and why is it not afraid of people at all?

Walking into the room swaggeringly, don't you know that there is a super vicious ghost living in this room?

Cast yourself in the net!

He will eat it!

Will really eat it!

Thinking of this, Zihe rushed to the independent bathroom where he was lying on his side, ready to beat the wild cat severely, and then sucked its soul and had a full meal!

It's just a beast, and there is no so-called cause and effect after thinking about it.

As a result, he pushed open the door of the bathroom, and saw the big cat sitting in the bathtub, the drain in the bathtub was blocked, and hot water at a suitable temperature was rushing into the bathtub.

At the moment, the big cat is holding a tube of toothpaste with its front paws, which are much larger than ordinary cats, and squeezing toothpaste onto the tiled wall next to it.

Zihe stared at the toothpaste squeezed by the big cat on the tiled wall, his eyes widened.

I saw that the toothpaste was smeared by the big cat and turned into a line of words:

[After lying on my side, I will live. 】

What the hell!

Can write? !