I, C, attend the funeral

The light yellow solid wood floor has a thin layer of dust, and it has been some time since the last time it was taken care of.

Light-colored wallpaper is pasted on the wall, and the furniture is also made of solid wood...

The interior decoration of the room is very good, the design is relatively ordinary and generous, and it can be seen that the owner has a good family background and elegant taste.

Zihe followed Little Terrible from the living room to the bathroom, from the side bedroom to the master bedroom, from the kitchen to the study...

Didn't smell the slightest bit of weird smell.

From the point of view of Feng Shui, the pattern of the whole room is also ordinary, there is no subtlety, and there are no special Feng Shui decorations.

This house looks ordinary.

But... there is nothing wrong with it.

For example, the placement of the mirror, the decoration of the bedroom, the orientation of the furniture in the living room...all are in line with the beneficial and positive aspects of Feng Shui.

A person's residence, without any placement, destroys the Feng Shui pattern?

Standing in the middle of the living room, Zihe felt that the room was ordinary, but he also sensitively sensed that something was wrong in the ordinary.

Zhao Yin walked to the balcony, looked out through the big window, and couldn't help but said: "The view here is so wide, you can even see the sea view in the distance. You can also look at the sea when you face south..."

It is a high point with a wide view of the mountains, a sunny sunrise, and accompanied by water.

He frowned slightly. There seemed to be relevant information in the memory of his previous life. He tried hard to recall it, but the memory he just obtained was still a bit overloaded for him.

Zihe stared suddenly when he heard Xiao Xiao's fatal words. He ran to the balcony in two steps and looked around.

"Here, the view of the sea is not the most open, if you move to the right..."

As he muttered in his mouth, there was a different kind of light in his eyes.

Stretching out his hand to open the window of the balcony, he looked to the right and found that the balcony of another family on the same floor was already on the right.

It's a pity... If the old lady Fu Hui bought the house next door, the feng shui would be better.

Gathering the sun will not disperse, and it will grow when it encounters water. It is in a high position and the surrounding fields are open, which is an excellent Fengshui position for people living in Yangzhai.

He held onto the balcony, staring at the balcony of the family on the right, always feeling something surging in his heart, wanting to rush out.

He looked at it for a while, and suddenly came up with an unbelievable idea.

"Look... Through the glass window of the balcony over there, can you see... there are solid wooden pillars in the living room?" Zihe pointed to the right.

Zhao Yin leaned against him, shoulder to shoulder with him, and looked over there too.

When leaning his upper body slightly forward, the back of his hand leaned slightly on the back of Zihe's hand.

The coolness spread through the skin, and Zhao Yin's fingers twitched slightly.

cold hands...

A memory suddenly popped up in his mind, and the original focus on looking to the right was broken in an instant——

[In front of the dim pavilion on the mountainside, Zihe's body was covered with blood. He had a slight smile on his face, but his eyes were full of complicated and obscure emotions.

His face was bloodless, his long eyebrows slanted, and his peach blossom eyes were paired with light brown pupils. When he looked at people, he always seemed to be perplexed, with an indescribable charm.

Originally, the facial features were immature and fresh because of youth, but because of the excessively pale complexion and the look of hiding the storm, they were evil.

At that time, the fire on Zihe's shoulders had been extinguished, only the soul fire on top of his head was shining red.

His expression gradually became clear, it was a hopeless smile, he breathed a sigh of relief, his voice was delicate but contained a restrained hoarseness:

"Master, from now on, I lose my body temperature and can't get warm again."

He softened his throat slightly, but every suffix contained unexploded anger.

One step across that line, eternal life will be immersed in the cold. 】

Zhao Yin raised his hand slightly and covered his chest.

It was clearly not late autumn yet, and the room was not cold, even a little stuffy.

But he felt a little cold, and his heart was tingling slightly, like a needle pierced in and picked out.

His eyes were a little dazed, he didn't know whether the emotion that invaded his nerves was sadness or anger, resentment or hatred.

His dark eyes were fixed on Zihe——

But this stupid bird was completely immersed in his own discovery. While raising his eyebrows at Zhao Yin, he grabbed Zhao Yin's wrist and said excitedly: "Come with me, I have a bold idea..."

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Room 2901 where Fu Hui lives is the living room next door to room 2902. There is a wall-mounted TV and a huge oil painting on the wall between the two rooms.

Zihe stood in front of the painting, took a deep breath, turned to Li Juanshen and said, "Come help."

"..." Li Juanshen clapped his hands and walked over, twitching the corners of his mouth.

Think of him while working.

Zhao Yin didn't wait for Li Juanshen to come over, he had already stretched out his hand to support the other side of the oil painting.

The two pulled it out together, and found that it was easy to pull it out.

Oil paintings are neither nailed to the wall nor inlaid.

It's a pull-out sliding door—such a conspicuous thing, but it's a secret door!

Who lives a normal life and installs a secret door in the room?

Especially on the wall leading to the next door...

Behind the oil painting was an antique dark brown solid wood door. The three of them stood in front of the door and fell silent.

Zhao Yin turned his head and glanced at Zihe, his eyes were deep and dark, and the light and shade were hard to distinguish - in his memory, this guy was a genius, he was smart in everything, until...

Almost falling into the memory of the past life again, Zhao Yin stopped his thoughts abruptly. He took the lead in holding the handle of the solid wooden door, turned his head and nodded towards Zihe, and the two of them became tense in tacit understanding.

Li Juanshen was facing the solid wooden door in front of him, biting his lower lip, his eyes were dry due to nervousness, he blinked quickly, still staring at Zhao Yin's slender hand holding the doorknob.

With a light twist, the door opened unexpectedly easily, without even using Zhao Yin's hammer.

The moment the door was pushed open, all three had shocked expressions on their faces.

Zhao Yin let go of his hand and let the door slowly open, revealing the world behind the door to the three of them.

This should have been the living room, maybe the bedroom, but it was opened up and passed through to form a complete space.

All but the load-bearing parts of the load-bearing walls were smashed away.

Sunlight streams in through the windows, and there are fine dust particles floating in the air.

There was a strong smell of soul-returning fragrance in the room, and the shop flooded into the room where Zhao Yin and the others were standing.

Rows of solid wood columns painted crimson are lined up one by one, leading straight to the hexagonal pavilion at the front—yes, this 29-story house has been opened up, and there is actually a pavilion built inside.

On the left and right sides of the solid wooden pillars are more stone statues holding weapons.

——The previously familiar Taoist statues all leaned slightly, as if looking down from top to bottom, their eyes were wide open, and they all glared at the direction of the door.

The smog is lingering in front of you, the majestic statues are intimidating, and the antique built-in buildings make people feel as if they are traveling through time and space.

It doesn't look like a residential building here, it's a scene in a Taoist temple.

It is more like an altar for offering sacrifices to the gods.

"I...fuck..." Zihe couldn't help being a little surprised.

Li Juanshen stood in front of the door completely stunned - this strong cult atmosphere...

The hands beside her were clenched into fists, trembling with excitement.

He has been investigating a cult case for three years - those who are said to be sacrificed lives, and those believers who are willing to die...

He pursed his lips and took a step forward.

Zhao Yin stretched out his hand to signal Li Juanshen not to move.

Zihe saw Zhao Yin's movements, so he didn't move, he just stared at Zhao Yin's movements - for some things like catching ghosts, he is very good at catching ghosts.

Zhao Yin took out a candle from his schoolbag, took out the prepared match, lit it and held it, then squatted down and placed it at the door, then gently pushed forward with his fingers, and pushed the hold into the door.

Only then did Zihe realize that there were many traces of candle tears on the ground inside the door.

After pulling the original red candlelight into the door, it suddenly turned into light blue.

Zihe's face darkened, and the body that was standing at the door unconsciously stepped back a little.

Zhao Yin also took a step back slightly.

Li Juan stared deeply at the light blue flame burning on the candle, and looked up at Zhao Yin and Zihe in surprise, seeing that the faces of both of them were serious, he had a bad premonition in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak casually, Break the stillness in the air.

In the living room where the three of them were standing, the evening light swept through the windows into the house, and also sprinkled on the three of them, inlaid a layer of golden light around them.

They stood there fixedly, as if they had turned into golden sculptures.

But on the other side of the door, it was a completely different world.

The antique solid wood building is painted with red paint.The ground is covered with tiles, and the specially made bricks and tiles form a unique pattern. When you step on it, you will definitely feel like you are in a Taoist temple.

When the sunset light gradually dimmed, the blue candlelight in front of it finally faded slowly, and gradually became orange, then reddish and golden.

Only then did Zhao Yin heave a sigh of relief, and he took out three more soul-returning incense sticks, stuck them on the candle tears, and lit them.

After the smoke floated up, it quickly straightened.The soul-returning incense whized down and burned down, and it was almost burned into a pool of incense ash.

Zhao Yin took a deep breath and lit three more.

I don't know how many sticks of soul-returning incense he lit before the smoke regained its ethereal appearance, with long twists and turns.

Zihe felt his palms were slightly sweaty. He turned his head to look at the pavilion in front of him, and there were several stone statues on both sides glaring at the roof. They seemed to bow their heads slightly and stare at the door because the roof was too low.

"There is a Qi-gathering Fengshui bureau here." Zihe said lightly. It is obviously too extravagant to use such an ancient building to build a Qi-gathering Fengshui bureau--the Qi-gathering Fengshui bureau must have been built just by the way. This stone statue and ancient pavilion are both Guard Gao Sheng's arrangement.

Both Zihe and Zhao Yin looked into the depths of the pavilion. There was a door behind the pavilion. Behind that door, some gods might be enshrined.

"..." Zhao Yin looked at Zihe seriously, put the incense ashes and glutinous rice in his pocket, and clenched the hammer with his left hand.

He took a deep breath, and even though he was a little apprehensive, he mustered up his courage and took a step forward—most of the abilities in his previous life memories were useless in this world where spiritual energy was scarce.

But no matter in the previous life or in the present life, Zhao Yin is a person who is upright, courageous and strong.

The author has something to say: the eyes are a little uncomfortable recently, and they are a little shorter, so please don't dislike them.

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【small theater】

Zihe: Master, from then on, I lost my temperature and could never get warm again.

Zhao Yin: ... (without saying anything, but with distressed eyes)

Qinghou Author: Not a warm man anymore.

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ps The inspiration of Teacher Fu's family comes from "Taoist Murder" (also known as "Double Eyes").Regarding the golden knife and scissors, it is also used in this movie.Personally, I think it is very cool, and I recommend it.Remember to download and watch, and some scenes will be deleted when you watch it online.