I, C, attend the funeral

Although the room is large, there is only one place with the best sunlight and the most comfortable angle!

Zihe wanted to shovel away Kelie with his toes, but Kelie closed his eyes and wouldn't move unless he took him away.

But he will never hug it!

——During the whole day, Zihe and Kelie got along very badly.

But he didn't get too entangled with the big cats. After all, the 6 buildings in the first row of Linhai, each room is very large.

The first and second floors of this row of houses belong to one family, similar to non-detached villas.

Although Zihe rented Room 02, the landlord rented out the upper and lower floors separately, but he already has a large enough space as he occupies the first floor and the courtyard exclusively.

Three rooms, two study rooms, three bathrooms, one living room, one kitchen, two balconies, plus a dining room, two storage rooms, a basement, and a yard are enough.

He and Ke Lie drew a line, and no one was allowed to enter the other's living area.

After drawing the [-]th line, one cat and one person finally reached a temporary harmony.

After buying cat food and other cat supplies for the big cat, Zihe began to study ghost hunting and other matters in the room——

Xiao Yaoming obviously wanted to kill the officials to the end, so he had no choice but to risk his life to accompany the gentleman.

In the evening, Zihe finally wandered from his room to the living room to watch TV, and happened to see a piece of news:

Before dawn this morning, another major car accident occurred on the elevated interchange.

Three people were killed and one was seriously injured.

The reason why it is used is that it is said that this is not the first case this month.

Zihe immediately thought of the black smoke in the distance that he saw from the side window in the early morning.

No wonder, it turned out that the person died in a car accident...

It's just, what's the matter with the evil spirit?Normal dead people tend not to be cloudy.

Guess what's wrong with the place where the accident occurred.

Do you want to go and have a look?

He sat on the sofa, thinking while continuing to watch the news.

The news not only recorded the car accident in detail, but also reviewed all the car accidents that happened on the elevated interchange in the past year.

In just one year, 1 car accidents occurred at the same position on the elevated interchange, resulting in 6 deaths——

Of the six accidents, four occurred at 6:2 pm, and two occurred between night and morning.

Coincidentally, the latest seventh car accident also happened when the night faded and the morning came.

According to the news, experts are studying the coincidence of all the accidents in this area.

Is it a coincidence, or is it inevitable?

If it is inevitable, why is this inevitable?

Zihe pursed his lips and suddenly thought of something.

The old Guanzhu once told him that spiritual energy and evil energy are thin in this world.

After a person dies, even if he is unwilling to reincarnate with great grievances, he will disappear quickly—because the evil energy in the world is too thin to help the grievance ghosts become evil ghosts.

And the Taoist priests in Taoist temples, even if they learned to draw talismans, the talismans have no aura and are useless at all.

Thinking about it this way, what my Zhenzi Jue consumes is actually the evil energy and anger in my body - these can be regenerated, and the Zhenzi Jue belongs to the elementary hand formula, so it doesn't consume much.

So, it can still be barely used once a day.

The old temple master had repeatedly told him that the reason why his remnant soul was able to live was that the person who sealed him infused his own soul energy into him to repair the remnant soul. be preserved and strengthened.

For example, the reason why the mountain dog was able to cultivate into a monster to claim the title, he suspected that either the mountain dog entered a spiritual place by mistake, or it was——

The mountain dog cultivated into a spirit monster by relying on the evil energy on the fragment of the sword with a trace of his soul energy attached to it.

The reason why the little ghost can be cultivated is likely to rely on his own soul energy attached to the talisman paper placed in the small coffin.

The evil spirit in Room 601 of the Wanghai Hotel relies on the lucky bag attached to his soul as the eye of the Feng Shui bureau.

He suddenly stood up from the sofa, and the big cat Kled, who was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling windows, opened his eyes, and those light golden pupils looked towards him.

Zihe was immersed in his own thoughts, completely ignoring Kled's existence, and started pacing back and forth in front of the sofa.

Is it possible... is it possible...

No, no, could it be that he is too self righteous?

He stopped, frowned, and doubted his deduction.

But soon, he continued to pace back and forth——

No!It's not that he thinks himself right!

There are two things in this world, how can there be a third coincidence?

Thinking of this, he clapped his fists, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

It is very likely that in this world, the aura and evil energy are so thin that it is impossible for demons and ghosts to be born.

And he Zhang Zihe!

I don't know how it was done before, the soul energy is all over the world——

So, many people who got those things that stored his soul energy by chance, with the help of the strong evil energy emitted by his soul energy, cultivated into ghosts, refined into demons?

Hahahaha!

All the ghosts and evil spirits are cultivated by relying on his soul energy scattered all over the place.

Hey!

!

Zihe clenched his fists excitedly, feeling that he is the most powerful person in the world!

He has even begun to call himself a name——

Patriarch of Ghost Dao!

King of demons!

Evil Venerable!

"..." Kelie yawned lazily, showing his sharp teeth and curling the tip of his tongue.

It squinted at the young man, and began to wonder, is this guy really Zhang Zihe?

Is the soul living in this stupid skin really the Zhang Zihe he knew?

Zihe was about to swell in his narcissism, when he heard the sound of a small stone smashing the window.

He looked outside, and saw Zhao Yin impatiently making a gesture of 'come here quickly, don't make me wait'.

Zihe took a deep breath, and after a day of recuperation, he was already able to feel less ashamed when he saw Little Terrible.

Zihe, who was going to the hot pot banquet next door, turned his head to Klie, who had shining golden eyes in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, before closing the door, and said flauntingly, "I'm going to the banquet, but the cat is not invited."

After all, I turned around and happily went to eat the hot pot prepared by Zhao's mother herself!

--Too cruel!

……

……

The decoration of the Zhao family is the most expensive and complete in the entire row of non-detached villas facing the sea.

Although it is not a single-family villa, it can be seen that the family has a deep family background.

The lawn in the big yard is well maintained, and the dog house and greenery are very well designed.

The first and second floors are a whole, Zhao's mother also bought the third floor upstairs - when Zhao Yin needs space to study quietly, he can go to the third floor to study alone.

Zhao's father is an ordinary police officer, and his family's money basically depends on Zhao's mother.

As an entrepreneur, Zhao's mother hardly looked like a businessman when she was at home, let alone being a president.

She is a very wise woman. Going out to do business is work, and going home to take care of her husband and children is life. She distinguishes it very clearly.

Because of this attitude, the family is well managed and very tender.

As a housewife, she doesn't like having outsiders hanging around in the house, so except for the aunt who comes to clean the room every week, there are basically no servants in this house.

That's why when Zhao's mother didn't tell her when she came to Zhao's for breakfast for the first time, he could hardly see the difference between this family and ordinary small-middle-class families—the housewife mother who presided over breakfast, and ate breakfast while watching the news dad.

Today's hot pot meal was naturally taken care of by Zhao's mother.

Zihe felt that Zhao's mother's company must have a very capable team, otherwise how would she have time to go home and cook for herself?

As soon as you walk into the room, the air-conditioning blows your face, making you feel cool.

At the same time, there is a smell of chicken soup coming to your nostrils, holding your nose hot and dragging you to the restaurant.

Father Zhao was sitting in the living room, coughing from time to time.

However, Zihe, who was so focused on food, didn't notice such small details.

As a ghost who just came down the mountain, Zihe's impression of hot pot food was only in Qian Shen's memory fragments and some TV pictures.

"Come here quickly, take a seat." Mother Zhao stuck her head out of the restaurant wearing an apron. Although she looked like a neat housewife, her expression was full of capable spirit.

"Here we come." Zihe kicked off his shoes, and quickly ran to the restaurant with his slippers on, looking impatient.

Zhao's mother looked at Zihe's gluttonous appearance, and smiled as if being pleased, "How is it? Are you gluttonous?"

"Wow! It's too fragrant, auntie!" Zihe closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the saliva was secreted in an instant, and the gluttonous insects were caught out.

There is chicken soup in the mandarin duck pot and a spicy butter pot at the same time. At this moment, the soup is boiling, bubbling and bubbling, and the steaming heat is full of the aroma of food.

The table is full of beef rolls, lamb rolls, crispy tripe, yellow throat, luncheon meat, duck blood, tofu...

There are all kinds of meat, vegetables, and mushrooms, and the table is full.

Wow!

Zihe has opened his eyes, can he eat this?

He kept his eyes on the mandarin duck pot, and was about to sit down while pulling the chair, but Zhao Yin grabbed the back of his neck by the collar.

"Go and wash your hands." Zhao Yin's voice came from behind with a chill.

It's so small that it's always the same.

"How did Xiao Yin treat the guests!" Zhao's mother scolded immediately when she saw it.

"Haha, it's okay, it's okay." Zihe hurriedly smiled and said he didn't mind, with a good-natured look on his face.

No matter how fierce or cool the little baby I choose, I have to take care of it!

oh oh oh.

After obediently washing his hands and coming back, he found that Zhao Yin had already sat down at the table.

Zihe moved over and wanted to sit next to Little Terrible, but Zhao Yin held down the chair and refused to let him sit, and coolly pointed to the opposite seat.

Wronged.

Zhao's mother prepared the secret sesame paste and put it on the table. She raised her head and shouted towards the living room, "Old man! Do you still have to visit the thatched cottage for a meal?"

"Here we come." Zhao's father responded, and immediately there was a low coughing sound and the sound of slippers being pulled from the living room.

Full of home atmosphere, warm and down-to-earth.

Zihe touched the chopsticks, and some emotions rose in his heart, which were not easy to grasp, but very soft.

It was a lonely ghost who once only knew an old temple master in this world. Suddenly, he sat among a happy family and enjoyed such a steaming and fragrant warm moment.

It's amazing.

Zhao's mother took off her apron and put it aside, took out red wine and drinks from the refrigerator and put them on the table. After sitting down, she clapped her hands, "Today Zhou Shan is working overtime temporarily, just now he called me and told me to come back later, let's eat first."

There were five pairs of bowls and chopsticks beside the long table, and there was still a vacant place beside Zhao Yin, obviously reserved for Zhou Shan.

"Zihe, you're a single young man, and you probably don't have much to eat at night. It's my wedding anniversary with the old man, so I wanted Xiaoyin to call you over to eat together. Don't be too polite, just treat yourself as your own home, come on, Let's start!" Zhao's mother poured red wine for herself and Zhao's father, and then said.

"I'm really lucky! From now on, Auntie, you will be my mother!" Zihe smiled with a sweet mouth.

What he said was true...

Zhao Yin is his physical body, and he will possess Zhao Yin in the future and become Zhao Yin.

Zhao Ma is Zhao Yin's mother.

In the same way, it can be proved that Zhao Yin's mother is his mother!

Zihe looked at his 'my mother' who was coaxed from ear to ear, smiled and couldn't wait to pick up the meat roll and throw it into the spicy pot.

"..." Zhao Yin raised his eyes and gave Zihe a sideways glance. This guy was crying yesterday, but today he looks like this again...

No matter how you look at it, you are a heartless person. The depressed and uncomfortable look yesterday was like an illusion.

The hot pot banquet quickly became lively, with the bubbling bottom of the pot, the meat rolls that were cooked as soon as they were boiled, and all kinds of vegetables and meat rolled into the hot pot like dumplings.

The sound of cups, plates and chopsticks being clamped, the lively energy spread on the dining table as soon as the banquet started.

Zihe dipped the mutton roll rolled in spicy fresh butter soup on the prepared secret dipping sauce, and when it was put into his mouth, the spicy taste stimulated his taste buds and made him stare round The eyes and face turned red instantly, and both eyes became moist because of the delicious food.

What the hell!

What kind of fairy cuisine is this!

My mother!The ghosts of the previous hundred years are all in vain!

He had never eaten such a delicious thing!

Once rolled, it was three minutes fresh, Zihe endured the heat, and the process of chewing was full of happiness.

The goosebumps all over his body jumped up because of this delicious taste, and he couldn't wait to chew while sucking and sucking.

When I swallowed it, my heart was full of reluctance - this delicious food should always be in my mouth.

All taste buds were awakened, and the delicious feeling made him want to jump up and shout.

"Oh my god! It's so delicious!" Zihe said.

"Haha, eat more." Zhao's mother laughed straight at Zihe.

This child, as if he has never eaten, is very interesting.

"Is it delicious? Haha." Father Zhao also responded with a smile, his voice a little hoarse.

This young man is quite good at talking, and he knows how to make the chef happy when he comes to Cengfan.

Zhao's mother and Zhao's father only thought that Zihe was making the master happy, but soon they could no longer think like this——

"Oh my god, what is this? Why is it so delicious?" Zihe asked.

"Auntie, you are amazing! You are so lucky to have a chef like you as your family!" Zihe said.

"Ahhh, it's so delicious!" Zihe said.

"Ahhh, I'm dead, I'm dead, why is it so delicious." Zihe.

"Wow, it's so hot! The tofu is so tender and delicious!" Zihe said.

"Auntie, what did you put in this sauce? How can it have such a rich taste!" Zihe.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow..." Zihe said.

"Ah, I'm going to cry, auntie..." Zihe.

"..." Father Zhao.

"..." Mother Zhao.

"..." Zhao Yin.

The three of them exchanged glances with each other from time to time, and then looked at Zihe's happy expression while eating hot pot—like... like a child.

Zhao Yin kicked Zihe lightly under the table, and whispered: "It's almost over, it's over!"

Pompous!

Zihe didn't care about this, they couldn't understand the mood of a ghost who ate hot pot for the first time.

I don’t know if the hot pot is good for shabu-shabu, shabu-shabu, shabu-shabu, shabu-shabu, etc.?

The four of them were eating and drinking happily, when the big dog Jinzi suddenly wailed excitedly outside.

Immediately, the door opened, and Zhou Shan's hearty voice came out almost simultaneously:

"I'm back...wow, it smells so good."

"Go wash your hands and come over to eat hot pot." Mother Zhao immediately stood up and walked to the kitchen door, smiling at Zhou Shan who was still in uniform.

"Mom, you eat first." Zhou Shan directly referred to Zhao's father and Zhao's mother as parents.

Mother Zhao hummed, then turned and returned to her seat.

After Zhou Shan washed his hands and walked in the door, he saw Zihe sitting at the table eating intently without raising his head.

"?" He raised his eyebrows towards Zhao Yin, and glanced at Zihe, meaning 'Why is this guy here? '.

Zhao Yin shrugged, "Why are you so late today? What case is there?"

"There was a car accident on the overpass in the morning, and another one died under the bridge in the evening." Zhou Shan said simply, while sitting in the empty seat next to Zihe.

Zhou Shan picked up the chopsticks, first he didn't pick up vegetables for himself, but directly picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into Zhao Yin's bowl, and then he drank his own wine before eating the meat rolls.

Although Zihe's gaze didn't fall on Zhou Shan's face, he caught him picking up vegetables for Little Death. He bit his lips and chewed the duck's blood, savoring the delicacy, but there was a bit of uncontrollable sourness in his heart.

This sourness quickly turned into a surge of anger.

He swallowed the duck blood, turned his eyes back to the pot, took a few breaths, and quickly suppressed the anger.

"What time does this happen this month! Is it a car accident on the bridge during the day, and a passerby died suddenly under the bridge at night?" Zhao Yin paused with the chopsticks holding the meat, turned his head to look at Zhou Shan, his eyes flickered, and he was keenly aware of a trace Something is wrong.

Hearing Zhao Yin's words, Zihe also raised his head and looked towards Zhou Shan - the evil spirit he saw, the problem seemed to be more serious than he imagined.

Just when Zhou Shan was about to answer Zhao Yin, his eyes suddenly caught Zihe's sight, so he stopped, and said instead, "Don't talk about these things while eating."

Seeing Zhou Shan's eyes, Zhao Yin immediately realized that he was guarding against Zihe, an outsider, and didn't want Zihe to know too much.

He just wanted to say that it doesn't matter if Zihe listens, but when the words came to his mouth, he realized the emotions and attitudes behind the words, he twitched his eyebrows, and subconsciously closed his mouth again.

Just as Zihe was curious, Zhou Shan suddenly stopped talking. Seeing the back and forth eyes between him and Xiao Yaoming, one could tell what they were thinking.

The good mood of eating hot pot was suddenly swept away by half, he resisted the urge to frown, and the familiar anger began to boil again - this kind of emotion was so sudden and violent that it made him slightly dazed.

It seems... In his memory about killing people and seizing souls, this kind of anger is also the strongest among all negative emotions.

He licked his lips, the smell of food stimulated his sense of taste, he took another deep breath, and the calming qi sutra repeated most every day by the old temple master Chen Ju appeared in his mind, and the anger was quickly suppressed again.

Although the bad mood has subsided, the enthusiasm for eating and drinking without distraction has also dissipated a lot.

He began to eat and savor slowly, and finally had time to raise his head and observe the faces of several people at the dinner table.

Seeing this, Zihe was stunned——

What a face!

Zhao's mother, who is sitting in the main seat on the right hand side, has a greenish seal on Ming Gong's palace, wrinkles on the Niwan Palace, dark red aura on both sides of her mouth, and dilated pores on the tip of her nose...

Looking carefully at the roots of the ears, Zihe's eyebrows twitched slightly, and it was indeed dark.

This money will go to grandma's house.

His eyes turned to Zhou Shan who was facing him, not to mention his blood relatives, his son He already knew about the death of Zhou Shan's parents.

But the rest is not a matter of appearance...

The corners of Zhou Shan's eyes turned purple, which was obviously due to congestion. This did not mean that he was beaten, but that his blood vessels were not flowing smoothly, and the whole blood in his body had problems.

The whites of the eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and when one looked carefully, some of the bloodshot eyes even turned slightly black.

Zhou Shan was originally tall and tough, and his facial features were not exquisite, but they were very handsome when put together.

But today's him, even when he is satisfied with food and drink, still has an indescribably ferocious look and tiredness - fierce is not the kind of fierceness he is born with, but the ferocious expression that is unconsciously revealed when the management of subtle expressions is out of control.

That fatigue is not sleepiness, but a lack of energy caused by a lack of meridian qi.

Zihe was a little uncertain about what was wrong with Zhou Shan's face, or what happened--Zihe knew that there must be something wrong with this face, but there was no such record in the physiognomy of Bishop Lao Guan.

Maybe you can ask Zhao Yin secretly in a while, after all, the little one knows a lot of strange situations better than him.

Turning his face away, Zihe looked at Father Zhao, who was sitting on the left-hand side——

Somewhat similar to Zhou Shan, the tails of the eyes are purple, the whites of the eyes are covered with dark bloodshot eyes, and the expression is slightly fierce and tired.

What's more serious is that Zhao's father's nose is slightly retracted, and his breath is weak.

The lips are slightly blue, and the fundus of the eyes is black...

Zihe frowned, was Father Zhao like this just now?How could he see such a serious and strange face?

Just as he was thinking, Father Zhao pressed his fist to his lips and coughed lightly twice.

Zihe's eyes darkened, and when Zhao's father coughed into his fist, there were black threads looming where the fist was sprayed with air.

what is that?

Zihe squinted his eyes to look carefully, but Zhao's father had finished coughing and continued to eat.

After eating hot pot, which raises the temperature of the room temperature, Father Zhao's complexion is still a bit pale—it's the kind of skin color that humans only have in a cold environment.

"Why don't you eat it? Young people eat more." Mother Zhao suddenly picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into Zihe's bowl.

Zihe quickly put on a smiling face, and after thanking Mother Zhao, he rolled his eyes while chewing the meat, and said cautiously: "Auntie, I don't know if Zhao Yin told you, but I was raised by Taoist Lingbao of Maoshan The older one learned physiognomy and geomancy from a Taoist priest since he was a child."

"Huh? Ah, so you still look at Fengshui." Zhao's mother raised her eyebrows when she heard Zihe's words, and suddenly became interested.

She is both a businessman and a woman, so she is very interested in metaphysics.

However, after hearing Zihe's words, she immediately and keenly realized that the young man Zihe should be an orphan, and he was also a poor child just like Zhou Shan.

While responding to Zihe's words, she put two chopsticks of meat into Zihe's bowl.

Zihe looked at the meat in the bowl, blinked his eyes, and his eyes sparkled.

He raised his head, still smiling——

Not as good as Zhao Yin's thick and long eyebrows stretched out, the oval eyes with single eyelids slightly curved, the amber pupils shining softly, the corners of the lips slightly raised, and the facial lines soft.

The face of a handsome young man who is harmless to humans and animals.

Hearing that Zihe suddenly raised the topic, and even began to confess his own background, everyone raised their heads and looked at him.

Zhou Shan frowned. When he was dealing with the 601 case, he had checked the person named Zhang Zihe, but he couldn't find the right number at all.

Later, after doing video capture, I realized that this guy's name was not Zhang Zihe at all, but Qian Shen.

Moreover, Qian Shen has a criminal record in the police system, so he is not a good citizen.

This person moved to a top-notch community, and he didn't know where he got the money to rent the most expensive sea-viewing house on the first row.

He was raised by some Taoist priest since he was a child, and he even talked nonsense.

Zhou Shan stared at Zihe, his eyes turned cold, his expression was guarded and full of hostility - let's see what this man is trying to please his family while lying.

Zhao Yin pursed his lips, didn't show any emotion on his face, just looked at Zihe fixedly, waiting for his words.

If others didn't know what Zhang Zihe was capable of, he still knew.

Parents and Zhou Shan may not take 'looking at Fengshui' 100% seriously, but he doesn't——

He and Zhang Zihe experienced the incident in Room 601 together;

Escaping from death threats together;

Let's go together and destroy Zhang Datian's little devil;

Let's go back to 601 together to end the matter...

And this process, the Jinchanfang Fengshui Bureau and the Fengshui Bureau of the Two Corpses Holding the Door, were all seen through by Zihe.

In the process of catching ghosts, there are also many things that he did not discover, but Zihe discovered or saw through.

Zhao Yin knew that Zihe would not suddenly mention that he knew how to read Fengshui for no reason.

He turned his head and glanced at his mother, but didn't see anything, so he concentrated on waiting for Zihe to speak.

"Auntie, are you working on a water-related project recently?" Zihe asked straight to the point.

"Ah, yes! Can you see all of this?" Zhao's mother widened her eyes excitedly, covered her cheeks with a smile, feeling very novel and powerful.

Zhou Shan curled his lips and muttered, "Tanshan City is near the sea, and most industries rely on the sea to eat the sea, so it is naturally related to water."

Zihe turned his head to look at Zhou Shan, and Zhou Shan glared at him viciously, making no secret of his hostility.

"Hey, don't interrupt me!" Zhao's mother stretched out her chopsticks and ordered Xia Zhoushan's bowl, and looked eagerly at Zihe, "And then? My project is very complicated, so you can help Auntie to see whether this project is stable or not. stable?"

When she asked this, her eyes raised and her back straightened, revealing a bit of a dignified posture when she was sitting in an office.

Zihe pursed his lips, looked at Zhao Yin first, and then continued: "Auntie, this project can't be done. The information displayed on your face all points to the fact that things related to water are catastrophes. , you have to withdraw your hand immediately."

"Ah...really?" Zhao's mother was stunned by Zihe's serious expression, and her expression gradually sank.

Her right eye twitched slightly, her brow furrowed.

Zhao's mother is in the food processing business. The factory is very large, and the income has been very good for so many years.

Recently, she has been in contact with two projects, one is a rare deep-sea fish processing project, and the other is a fig processing project.

Although Tanshan City is close to the sea, it is also a city surrounded by mountains and has a good climate. The mountain products are also very abundant. In the past, most of the products she made were mountain products.

Recently, the net profit in the planning and display of this aquatic product project is very high, so I want to do it.

Although I have always felt uneasy, but...it is also difficult to stop decisively just relying on Zihe's words.

"Liar." Zhou Shan stared at Zihe coldly, conscious that he had seen through Zihe's fox tail, and waited for Zihe to say, "There is no way to crack it, just give money."

Zihe frowned, raised his head and glared at Zhou Shan.

Zhao's mother patted Zhou Shan back and gave Zhou Shan a hard look.

But she didn't say anything to Zihe, she looked up at Zihe, and wanted to ask something more.

She also felt that she was not trusting enough by asking questions, but... she actually found it hard to believe... Moreover, such an important decision, a project involving a budget of one million...

"Auntie, you don't have to make a decision in such a hurry, but before signing the contract, you must do more project analysis and research. Maybe now is not the time, but in a few months, it will be the time." Zihe looked at Zhao's mother in embarrassment , you know that the other party may not believe it.

For things like fortune-telling, sometimes it is false to force words, and it is even more difficult to win people's trust. He had no choice but to ask Zhao's mother to be careful.

"You asked for a price, how much money can solve this disaster?" Seeing that Zihe actually knew how to accept it when he was good, Zhou Shan sneered coldly, trying to expose the liar's tricks.

"Zhou Shan!" Zihe finally couldn't take it anymore!

He is a mighty ghost, but he has been teased and provoked for a long time by this bastard named Zhou Shan!

He tried his best to bear it, and he did it with the politeness he should have. Now he really can't bear it... can't bear it!

"What? Are you angry because I exposed your deception?" Zhou Shan raised his chin slightly, looking aggressive.

He spoke harshly, and his expression was disdainful and provocative, but he didn't know that he had answered the call of an evil ghost very bravely just now.

Zihe had a strange expression on his face——

want to eat!can not eat!I really want to eat it!can not eat!

I must eat this grandson!can not eat!

If I don't eat this grandson, I'll be a ghost in vain!can not eat……

For a while, the fiery atmosphere of eating hot pot just now cooled down, and the whole table seemed a little tense.

Mother Zhao is still thinking about her project;

Zhou Shan is confronting Zihe;

Zihe is engaged in a battle between heaven and man...

Zhao Yin suddenly spoke in this atmosphere.

His voice is clear and clear, but because of his indifferent personality, it seems a little mellow like wine.

Although the tone is still light, but the tone of speaking is rare determination and persistence.

He didn't pay attention to Zhou Shan and Zhang Zihe who were staring at each other with knives in their eyes, but directly said to his mother:

"Mom, you listen to Zihe and stop that project."

For a moment, apart from the gurgling sound of the hot pot, there was no other sound on the entire table.

Zhou Shan turned his head and looked at Zhao Yin in disbelief——

This younger brother who has always shown a lack of interest in everything and rarely meddles in other people's business, why suddenly...?

Father Zhao also looked at his son in astonishment. His son knew best that although Zhao Yin was young, he had a mature personality.

Always cautious and prudent, rarely make arbitrary decisions.

Zhao's mother was even more surprised. In the past, when she wanted to talk to her son about work matters, he always refused.

Today, he took the initiative to propose to her?

What he said...was a suggestion?

wrong!

Mother Zhao pursed her lips, looked at her son, and then at Zihe.

I couldn't help being even more surprised——

My son actually believed the neighbor Zihe's words completely!

And, believe it, she is giving orders to her mother!

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Zhao Yin: Excuse me, what kind of gesture is the gesture of 'come here quickly, don't let me wait'?

Author: Don't ask, you don't want to know!

【Small Theater 2】

Building 6 eats hot pot, and the kitten next door is already crying.

Kitten Kled: Cry directly, or follow the procedure?