I, C, attend the funeral

"Okay." Li Juan took a deep breath and had to close his eyes.

Zihe raised his eyebrows, why did he close his eyes?

"Hurry up!" Zhao Yin hissed at Zihe, urging with raised eyebrows.

Zihe pouted, but still closed his eyes.

"..." Zhao Yin looked at the appearance of the two of them, and then said: "Turn around and face the wall."

"..." Zihe opened his eyes, raised his shoulders and spread his hands to express his doubts.

Li Juanshen also opened his eyes, "Why? Zhao Yin, you won't be confused too, right? You want to kill us while we turn around?"

"Don't waste time! Hurry up! Close your eyes and turn around to face the wall!" Zhao Yin licked his lower lip after speaking, and the roots of his ears became slightly warm.

In order to confirm Zhao Yin's identity, Zihe asked, "What do I always call you?"

"..." Zhao Yin gritted his teeth, and seeing Li Juanshen and Zihe staring at him suspiciously, he could only say, "It's so small."

"Hey." Seeing that Xiao Yaoming said these three words reluctantly and awkwardly, Zihe laughed immediately.

Immediately without any doubts, he closed his eyes and turned around.

While turning around, he urged Li Juanshen: "Hurry up and listen to my little one, turn around and close your eyes! Hurry up!"

"..." Li Juan gritted his teeth deeply, took a deep breath, had no choice but to close his eyes and turn around.

Seeing that both of them closed their eyes and turned to face the wall, Zhao Yin saw that the room was getting darker and darker, he didn't dare to delay any longer, and untied the belt with a "click"...

Zihe's ears moved, how did he hear the sound of his belt pulling his clothes?

He wanted to go back and find out, but thinking of Zhao Yin's request, he still held back.

"Crash..."

Suspicious voices suddenly came from the room.

Both Zihe and Li Juanshen turned their heads slightly.

"Don't move, close your eyes, don't move!" Zhao Yin's voice seemed a little flustered.

"...?" Li Juanshen frowned tightly, what is Zhao Yin doing?Why so slow?

He flustered.

Then, there was the sound of clothes being pulled and tidied again.

There was a "click", like the sound of a metal button being buckled.

"Okay." Zhao Yin said with a sigh of relief.

Zihe opened his eyes and looked back, seeing Xiao Yaoming holding the hammer in his left hand, standing there calmly, his expression had returned to normal.

Looking down at the purgatory landscape in front of him, the black smoke that filled the air changed again, and the rising smoke turned white.

More and more white smoke gradually covered the roof.

Zihe looked at the little girl suspiciously, not knowing what the boy did secretly after asking them to close their eyes just now.

"Look up." Zhao Yin suddenly raised his head and pointed to the top of his head.

When Zihe raised his head, he was stunned.

I saw a blank above the head, gradually changing amidst the smoke.

What looked like a white-painted roof originally revealed a circular pattern.

Gradually black and white boundaries appear in the circular pattern.

Zihe looked down at the purgatory setting again, and the circular area that reflected the environment above his head gradually began to appear mountains.

"This layout method..." Zihe couldn't help feeling emotional.

There is only a ring on the top of the head.

The person who made the layout actually dismantled the Burning Life and Death Bureau and distributed it on the roof and ground of a room - the formation ring was on top of the head, and the talismans and elements in the formation were on the ground.

Although they are not in one place, they are superimposed into a complete feng shui bureau in space.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was still in a dangerous environment, Zihe would almost clap his hands in admiration.

But... what about the evil weapon of the Feng Shui Bureau?

What about the thing with his soul attached?

Zihe looked towards the purgatory scene in front of him, considering whether to take a step forward and jump in to find it.

Suddenly, a drop of something fell on the set, and there was a sound of "tearing", and the green aura that had appeared in the set before flickered slightly and became a little thicker.

— dripping blood around the ring above his head.

"This is not just a feng shui bureau for life and death... There is also a feng shui bureau for recruiting ghosts..." Zihe felt a chill in his heart.

"Ri... who is setting up the feng shui bureau here..." What kind of devil...

Li Juanshen looked at the bleeding ceiling in disbelief, no matter what he saw tonight... he would never be surprised again.

Even if a dragon suddenly flew out through the wall, he wouldn't be surprised...

and many more!

what?

"What's the ghost? What the hell?" Li Juanshen clenched his fists again, and looked around nervously... vaguely feeling that the surrounding area is cooling down?

"The red color on the mural on the wall next to it is the blood of chicken heads... In a damp place at night, beheading chicken heads and drinking chicken blood is a technique to summon ghosts. We are now trapped in a magic circle... This blood keeps dripping, I don't know what to attract, how much..." Zihe gritted his teeth, nervously considering whether to jump down to look for it.

He must break the situation quickly, otherwise the three of them might be caught in the urn...

"Then...then how do you break this ghost trap? The old lady Fu lives here, how did she not trigger the ghost trap? There must be a switch? Let's look for it..." Li Juanshen looked anxiously at Zihe and Zhao Yin looked over.

Zhao Yin shook his head with a sullen face, "It's too late, if I'm not wrong. The switch that prevents the Zhaogui Fengshui Bureau from being triggered should be set in Room 2902..."

"..." Li Juanshen gritted his teeth viciously, and in his heart he greeted the old lady's ancestors for eight generations.

"... Hungry ghosts... Immortal..." Zhao Yin bit his lips, and he looked towards the purgatory landscape in front of him like a crane.

But the place in front of him doesn't look like a safe area for jumping.

He gritted his teeth, beads of sweat protruding from his anxious forehead.

The green evil in the landscaping area is getting stronger and stronger, and a faint coldness seeps in from the wall, eroding towards the bodies of the three of them.

Wisps of black air began to seep out of the wall, like the dark clouds, evil spirits and ghost fog that enveloped the world in the murals.

and many more!

mural……

Zhao Yin turned his head eagerly, and swept towards the mural—is it possible that the Christmas scene of the Hungry Ghost Daoist painted all over the wall is not only to confuse people's hearts, but also hides a switch?

If there is a hidden switch, where is it?

The way of hungry ghosts...where the doctrinal pattern is engraved...the birth of the saint...

Zhao Yin hurriedly ran to Zun Xmas to give birth, and poked the baby with his hands, but there was no response.

Zihe looked towards Zhao Yin, "What's wrong?"

"I suspect that there is a mystery hidden in the painting on the wall." Zhao Yin said, and went to stamp the picture on the holy Hanba's body——

Still just walls.

Zihe turned his head and looked at the murals on the wall. He hadn't had time to take a look at the murals since he entered the room.

After the birth of the baby, the surrounding evil fog and evil spirits prevailed, and he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, and unconsciously, he was as small as death, and stretched out his fingers to poke at the baby.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened.

Zhao Yin clearly poked it, but there was no response to the wall. When Zihe's fingers touched it, a ray of green evil energy suddenly appeared, and then the wall became slightly hot, and flames burned all over the baby.

The flames whizzed out and engulfed Zihe's fingers...

Zihe stared blankly. Although his physical fingers were fine, the fingers of the remnant soul in his physical body were ignited. Not only did he not feel pain, but a sense of comfort permeated his entire soul...

He let out a long, comfortable breath.

The next moment, the green aura in the landscaping not only did not dissipate, but became more intense, and even the green began to brighten into emerald green, giving people a compelling and dangerous feeling.

……

Zhao Yin opened his lips slightly, his eyes slowly pulled away from the three wisps of evil in the scenery, and looked at Zihe...

When he saw Zihe narrowing his eyes slightly and raising his head unconsciously, he suddenly understood——

The real meaning of the existence of this room is neither life-burning life-and-death game, nor feng shui game inlaid with ghost tricks, nor is it a nest of Gu insects, nor is it a place where Taoists gather...

Here, is an altar!

Sacrifice the holy altar!

Zhao Yin's heart was suddenly tightened, his shoulders trembled, and the familiar yet unfamiliar tingling sensation pierced his chest, making him want to step forward to stop Zihe.

But gritting his teeth, he didn't move anything, but the deepness in his eyes gradually became sour.

It's different... He has also changed, and Zihe has also changed.

He suddenly didn't want to stop Zihe...

Although he couldn't see the ghost, he knew what was happening at this moment.

But... Zhao Yin is no longer the man in the previous life. In this life, he is a modern teenager with changed thoughts and positions.

In this way, his thoughts and choices have changed.

Clenching his fists, the image of Zihe's last moment before his soul was broken by the magic technique in the memory of his previous life appeared in his mind——

[The soul-breaking technique in front of him was cast by him as a master.

——To kill Zihe at the cost of losing his soul.

But at the moment when the spell was cast, Zihe suddenly laughed.

He laughed presumptuously, with pain and relief in his eyes, he said with a hoarse smile:

"Sorry……"

Immediately, before the magic burst out with devastating power, Zihe shook his right arm violently.

He scooped it up above his head, and a soul fire appeared in his palm—this was Zihe's last soul fire.

With the other hand, he quickly made a gesture.

Accompanying this memory was the shock and boundless pain that suddenly exploded in Master's chest.

"You—" the master yelled loudly.

Zihe's smile became more flamboyant and...satisfied—as if he had won some game.

After pinching the hand formula, Zihe suddenly put the soul fire in his right hand on the left hand formula.

The next moment, the warm flame in his hand swelled.

With a flick of his hand, the flame rushed towards the master. When the soul breaking technique exerted its power, Zihe, the soul fire above his head, covered the master.

Let the master avoid the harm of the spell,

The soul-breaking technique exploded all around, Zihe's soul was torn apart, and the smile on his face could no longer be maintained.

The body of the immortal Hanba fell down.

The soul left the body, was torn apart, and gradually shattered into strands, blasted into the air, and flew in all directions——

How painful would that be...

The three souls and seven souls were shattered, and it was almost impossible to see Zihe's appearance.

"Ah—" the master yelled suddenly, he squeezed the formula with his left hand, and when Zihe's soul fire shrank and stopped on his left shoulder, he pulled off the soul fire on his right shoulder.

With the same movement as Zihe just now, he put his soul fire around his left hand and swooped towards Zihe's last remnant soul, then he wrapped his soul fire around the remnant soul in his hand.

He reached out his hand in a panic to touch his waist, where there was only a flagon filled with medicinal wine.

There was no other choice, and it was too late to choose something else.

He bit open the lid of the wine pot, and poured the soul fire and the remnant soul into the pot with a twist of his hand.

Immediately, he bit his index finger, pulled out a piece of yellow paper, drew a talisman with blood, and burned it with soul fire.

The ashes of the talisman paper were scattered around the jug, glittering and translucent—he finally protected Zihe's last remnant soul.

The world freezes.

Zihe's remnant soul is curled up in the flagon, he seems to have never been so peaceful...]

Zhao Yin stretched out his hand to cover his chest, and gradually touched his left shoulder - if he could see it, there should be a ball of soul fire burning and flickering on his left shoulder, which was originally the soul fire on Zihe's head.

He stared at Zihe with a long, sad expression.

The corners of his eyes were slightly cold, he tilted his head quietly, blinked, and quickly wiped away the inexplicable moisture from the corners of his eyes with his fingers.

……

Countless ghosts and living souls who had been trapped in rooms 2902 and 2903 passed through the wall and gathered towards Zihe's only evil fire.

The next moment, he was drawn into Zihe's breath in Zihe's long breath, becoming a touch, a touch of red in his remnant soul.

Ghosts and living souls howled and struggled, but they still rushed like moths to a flame.

Some of them have wandered around these two rooms for an unknown amount of time, how long they have been lost, how long they have been trapped, and have become unconscious evil spirits.

At this moment, I finally got rid of my confusion.

There is no need to howl for a long time in these two ghostly altars with resentment and fear.

When there were no more ghosts gushing out from the wall, the three evil spirits in the purgatory landscape also rolled into one and flew towards Zihe's fingertips.

Zihe opened his eyes slightly - there was a puff of black smoke in the three evil spirits.

A feeling of disgust suddenly surged from his soul, he stopped smoking, his pupils constricted, exuding a fierce aura.

The black smoke is hot, if he is not careful, he will also inhale it...

Humph.

Obstacle energy, this kind of evil idea that confuses people into demons, is involved in his food.

Zihe snorted coldly, the warning in his remnant soul was the fear and loathing engraved deep in his soul.

Stretching out his finger, he twitched violently—three strands of black air were drawn away.

Immediately, he turned his fingers and pinched a "Zhenzi Jue".

"Duh!"

The black smoke was shaken away, shattered in an instant, and ceased to exist.

Only then did Zihe turn his eyes to the thick evil spirit curled up in a strand, and his eyes showed a warm expression, as if seeing a feast of Manchu and Han people.

Tilting his head slightly, he took a sharp bite.

what……

call……

……

Li Juan stared deeply into a pair of round eyes, opened his mouth to ask questions from time to time, but then closed his mouth to hold back -- his beard curled up and down.

He watched Zhao Yin staring at Zhang Zihe with a confused face, and then gradually showed a sad and sad expression, and even turned his head slightly painfully.

"?"What's going on here?

What did Zhao Yin see?

He turned his head and looked at Zihe, but there was nothing.

Isn't Zhang Zihe standing there? !Not dead.

What does Zhao Yin's crying expression mean?

what does it mean?

He looked at Zihe again, and saw that Zihe was poking his finger at the newborn baby pattern on the mural, motionless.

But... the way Zihe raised his head slightly, squinted his eyes and sniffed...why did he look like he was drunk?

what.

Zhang Zihe in front of him began...to show a satisfied and happy expression——

As if sucking on something that made him happy.

"?" But he couldn't see anything.

I saw Zhang Zihe standing there stupidly, with a happy expression on his face.

Stupid and...crazy.

Then, he saw Zhang Zihe suddenly turn his hand and push, as if to stop something from coming.

Then, Zihe quickly pinched and changed his fingers, not knowing what he was doing.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Zihe suddenly shouted "Duh" in a low voice, then closed his hands, narrowed his eyes slightly again, and took a deep breath.

"?" What did Zhang Zihe smoke?

Li Juan looked at Zhang Zihe in deep confusion, with sweat on his forehead, anxiety in his heart, and his eyes staring fixedly, for fear of missing something.

But... nothing.

He looked warily at the whole room—the ring above his head dripped blood, the landscaping on the ground turned into a purgatory-like scene, and the murals of ghosts and ghosts on the surrounding walls...

He suspected that both Zhang Zihe and Zhao Yin had been possessed by ghosts.

Thinking of this possibility, his back shivered and his scalp exploded.

"day……"

Then he turned his eyes to Zhang Zihe, why did this man show a happy expression again?

What's with this expression?

What's going on with this contented expression of being drunk and enjoying the barbecue?

"???" Li Juanshen once again showed a puzzled expression——

Confused all the way!

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Zihe: Hahahaha!Little boy piss!Hahahahaha!

Zhao Yin: ...the villain!I can't keep you!Look at the hammer!

【Small Theater 2】

Obstacle energy, this kind of evil idea that confuses people into demons, is involved in his food.

Zihe: There is poison in the rice!Too tm insidious!

Kled: Hehe, shit is poisonous.

Zihe: Who are you talking about eating shit?

Clay: Talking about dogs.What are you excited about?

Zihe: Zhang Zilie!

Clay: Do you dare to suck Lao Tzu's soul?

Kled turned his head: Master—(Shouting! Meow meow)

Zhao Yin looked over.

Zihe quickly reached out and touched Kelie's head, showing a cute expression of loving small animals.

Clay: ...Ugh!