I, C, attend the funeral

In the morning, it seemed to be dusk because of the snow and cloudy sky.

The sun hides behind the clouds, making people unable to find its specific position.

In a room on the third floor, five women sat scattered in the living room, chatting while folding paper money.

One of the women in green clothes stood by the window, looking at the coffin shed outside, and sighed:

"Three people left all at once, how will the remaining two children live?"

She is Zimen's aunt.

"Yeah, mom and dad are gone, and even grandpa is gone. There are only one son and one daughter left, and the eldest is only in their teens." Sitting by the cradle, the middle-aged woman in a thin light yellow sweater shook her head, She was the children's aunt and came to help.

When the child's aunt was rocking the cradle, she saw the child in the cradle with its eyes open, neither crying nor fussing, its dark eyes staring at the ceiling, and its cheeks were slightly pale.

"You said this child, why doesn't his face look red at all?"

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and poked the child's face, the tentacles felt cool—the little baby rolled his eyes and stared at his aunt.

My aunt was startled by the stare, feeling inexplicably nervous, she hurriedly pointed her finger back.

"Oh, this child... I don't look like his parents." Another woman walked to the cradle and looked at the baby.

The little baby has already stared back at the ceiling, looking at it with gusto, as if there is something interesting there.

"The couple, it's good to have a daughter. They are both so old, and they have to have another son. I figured out that troubles started to happen in this family when the son was born." The child's aunt said with a sigh.

The aunt in green clothes originally wanted to chat, but when she turned her head, she found that the baby lying on the bed slowly shifted its gaze from the roof to the aunt who had just spoken. The eyes that were supposed to be innocent were actually revealing resentment.

On that pale and chubby face, there were also black blood lines looming.

She thought she was wrong and took a step forward.

Everything is still as she saw just now, she is not mistaken.

The gossip I wanted to talk about just now has long been forgotten, and I wanted to cry out in surprise, but the child's aunt beat me first.

I saw the aunt who had just said bad things about the baby suddenly seemed to be stuck in her throat with some food.

She grabbed her neck with both hands and coughed violently.

In just a few seconds, her face turned red from holding her breath, and soon began to turn purple again.

"Oh, what's the matter?" The red-haired woman sitting behind her aunt was sending a text message. Suddenly seeing something wrong, she hurriedly put her phone aside, walked up to her aunt, and patted her back.

Seeing that my aunt was about to lose her breath, some woman yelled, "Call an ambulance quickly." ', the red-haired woman hurriedly turned to get her mobile phone.

But the moment she picked up the phone, she froze again.

"Okay... okay..." The aunt who was stuck coughing and coughing finally straightened up slightly, and said in a hoarse voice.

Seeing that she was fine, the aunt next to her quickly poured a glass of water for her to drink.

"what happened?"

"What's stuck? You haven't eaten either."

Several women asked in a hurry, but forgot to pay attention to the child lying in the crib.

When my aunt finally got some breath, she could barely speak: "I...I just couldn't breathe suddenly, like...like someone strangled my neck."

"Let me see." Another woman stepped forward and pulled away her aunt's hand covering her neck.

In the next moment, everyone could see the aunt's neck clearly, their eyes widened in shock, and no one could say a word.

I saw that the woman's fair neck was bluish-purple because of the two handprints.

"What... what's wrong?" She trembled in fright from the aunt who was looking at her like this, she hurriedly stood up and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

But just as she stood up, the aunt standing beside the crib gasped suddenly, and then panted in a hoarse voice—she couldn't even scream.

The aunt's face was pale, her eyes were staring at the crib, she took three steps back, and the chair behind her bumped into it and fell crookedly, making a tinkling sound.

But... no one cares about the fallen chair.

"Quick... call 120 quickly." Several women were in a hurry, but no one dared to touch the baby in the crib——

I saw that the baby who was alive and well with his eyes open just now, his eyes were about to burst, his pale face turned purple, and gradually turned blue again.

It was as if something had strangled his neck and he couldn't breathe at all.

Surprisingly, it's not just that.

The baby obviously looked very uncomfortable, but he had a happy and even evil smile on his face. Not only did he not struggle, but he stretched out his fat arms and waved to all the women who were looking at him.

As if saying goodbye to them.

"Ah... ah..." The youngest woman in the room finally couldn't stand the impact of the scene, her eyes glanced at the bruise on the aunt's neck, she screamed, turned around and rushed out of the house.

There are 5 women in a room, and 4 of them are on the verge of collapse.

When one rushed out, my aunt realized that something was wrong.

She raised her foot and was about to run out, calling the busy men downstairs to come and help.

While running, she took out her mobile phone, but she only took two steps when she suddenly found that the red-haired woman who had been playing with her mobile phone had picked up her mobile phone at some point——

It was so chaotic all of a sudden, the red-haired woman was still holding the mobile phone with both hands, staring at it with round eyes.

"What are you doing?" The aunt stretched out her hand and was about to grab the red-haired woman.

The red-haired woman seemed to have regained her senses at this moment, but instead of running out with her aunt's hand, she trembled, turned her head slowly, and looked behind her in horror.

And on the screen of her mobile phone, on her own input box, there were three words written impressively:

behind you.

——These three words were not typed by her.

She just put the phone there, the phone dialog should be blank...

When she turned her head, the input box on her mobile phone suddenly changed to the input state again, and the three characters were cleared one by one, and then a few more words were input into the dialog box:

Don't look back...

……

……

Zihe took two steps at a time, and ran towards the coffin.

I couldn't help but think: Student Yu Qing...you just wrote a love letter to Little Terrible, and you didn't break Little Terrible's pure Yang body, the crime is really not worthy of death...

Just when he was about to run near the coffin shed, Zhao Yin suddenly grabbed his arm with one hand.

"?" Zihe turned his head to look at Little Terrible, was wondering, suddenly remembered something, immediately smiled and said: "You go first, I understand."

Immediately, with a very understanding look, he stood behind Zhao Yin, but he was thinking in his heart——as long as there was something strange, he would rush over from behind.

Now he is a fierce ghost in red, and he doesn't need to know his name to eat ghosts!

Zhao Yin looked up at Zihe's obedient appearance, nodded, turned around and walked in front of Zihe.

As soon as Xiao Yaoming turned around, Zihe licked his lips viciously—the red-clothed ghost was about to show off his power for the first time.

Zihe felt that his remnant soul and fierce ghost had begun to boil, and a cold air began to emerge from his body.

The grass that was stepped on quickly withered down.

The snow was pressing down on the vegetation that had begun to turn yellow, and the surrounding air was intertwined with cold air. No one could tell where the cold air came from.

Just when Zihe was about to show off his power and prestige as a fierce ghost, Zhao Yin reached out for his schoolbag.

The next moment, he walked to a step outside the coffin shed, he quickly raised his arm, and a piece of glutinous rice flew into the air. It seemed to be scattered randomly, but it landed firmly on the ground to form a long line——

From the edge of the first coffin to the edge of the last coffin.

Zihe only felt that something was wrong when he saw Zhao Yin's neat and unrestrained movements.

The next moment, Zhao Yin took out a piece of yellow paper from his trouser pocket with his fingers.

Immediately afterwards, Zihe saw that the previously stupid and deadly fingers made a super delicate pinch——

The paper talisman burned between the slender fingers.

The paper talisman turned to ashes in an instant, Zhao Yin didn't wait for the ashes of the paper talisman to fall on the ground, and waved his other hand——

Countless fly ashes were seen floating to the surroundings one after another, each fly ash was burning with a weak talisman fire, and when it was floating towards the spiritual shed, it entered into the spiritual shed as if consciously.

Then, Zihe heard countless small crackling sounds, as if those talisman fires had encountered something and were burning and exploding.

"...?" Zihe, who had no chance to show off his power, gradually frowned, and his eyes darkened when he looked at the little girl——

During the days when he changed to Ding Xie's body, did Xiao Xiaoming have a further study with the old temple master?

Why... the little one suddenly became so neat?

Just as he was in a daze, he saw Zhao Yin turned his head abruptly and asked, "Did you see anything?"

Zihe hurriedly regained his senses, and looked around——

There is a strong evil spirit in the surrounding air. When I look up, I can see inside the two windows on the third floor. The air is so thick that even if the lights are turned on inside the windows, it is still dark.

After he told Zhao Yin what he saw, Zhao Yin stepped over the glutinous rice line and walked towards the coffin shed in the middle that was closest to them.

As Xiaodie walked, he pulled out the official hammer from his schoolbag smoothly.

When the hammer was held in the hands of Xiao Yaoming, it was not as usual as usual——

At this moment, the hammer was surrounded by a layer of misty halo, light golden, holy and slightly dangerous.

Zihe swallowed, his heart pounding.

It's so small... suddenly became... so fierce.

Zihe's arrogance faded halfway, and the coldness around him also dissipated a lot.

He clenched his fists, and followed Little Terrible with a stride—he was still nervous just now and didn't know what was going on here.

At this moment, he began to struggle—whether the little one is more terrifying, or the unknown ghost is more terrifying.

Zihe just walked to the door of the coffin shed in the middle, and came out facing Zhao Yin.

The light bulb connected to the coffin shed was dimly lit, and Zhao Yin stood against the light, with gold rims inlaid around his body, making him look tall and oppressive.

His face was hidden in the shadows due to the backlight, and his pupils could not be seen clearly, only felt deep and deep.

Zhao Yin put his arms around Zihe's shoulders, put his arms around him and said, "From now on, I will walk in front, don't want you to be in danger again, just call me if you have anything to do."

After all, he took a fixed look at Zihe, then reached out and rubbed vigorously on Zihe's short hair on top of his head.

Before Zihe could react, Zhao Yin withdrew his hand, turned around and walked towards the first coffin shed in front, and said, "Follow me."

"..." Zihe was a little speechless. In the cold wind, he gathered his collar, and suddenly felt... so small, did he grow up?

Why... does it feel so tall and mighty?

He even rubbed Lao Tzu's hair... When he left Zixuan Temple, he swore that he would never let anyone touch his head again.

This little guy... Zihe suddenly felt that his status as the "big brother" in the Brotherhood of Ghostbusters seemed to be in jeopardy.

He followed Zhao Yin two steps in a row, Zihe was originally walking on the left side of Xiaodao, when he saw the left-handed Xiaodao holding the hammer in his left hand, he faltered, and went around to the other's right side.

"Don't touch my hair from now on, I don't want to lose face? Also, you called me brother before, so you should still call me brother in the future, brother Zihe, call me like that."

Zhao Yin paused, then turned his head and looked condescendingly at Zihe.

Zihe was a little annoyed - this height is really flawed!The next physical body must find someone taller than Zhao Yin, it must be... 1.9 meters!

"Okay." Zhao Yin said, rubbing his right hand again.

"..." Zihe shook his head, hissed, and was about to show off, Zhao Yin had already turned around and walked into the coffin shed.

A coffin was parked in the coffin, and an old man in black linen clothes walked past them shoulder to shoulder.

The old man is not sure if this is a distant relative or someone else, but the coffin has just been set up here, and there are still a lot of things to do in the future, thinking that no one will be bored to make trouble in the coffin, the old man pointed at Zhao Yin Nodding his head, he passed by and left the coffin.

In the black and white photo behind the coffin is a photo of a middle-aged man.

Zihe only took one look, and then frowned—this man's eyes were sinister, his eyebrows were thin and loose, the tails of his eyebrows were raised, and the white of his eyes accounted for two-thirds. He really looked like a little evil.

But everyone's clan is long and deep, and it should be a long life.

It's just... There are severed scars at the end of the eyes, and there are broken looks in the middle of the eyebrows, it is indeed a fate.

He was looking at the face of the deceased, but Zhao Yin stared at the man standing inside, wearing mourning clothes and a white hat, standing with his head bowed.

The man hadn't moved since he and Zihe walked in.

He stretched out his hand to grab Zihe's arm and pulled it back, then said in a low voice, "Look at that person inside."

Zihe didn't look at it, but he was shocked when he saw it.

He was dumbfounded for a while, before saying: "It's so strong..."

He entered the coffin just now, and he didn't see anyone standing there at all. It was only after a little reminder that he realized that there was someone there——

I saw that the person was surrounded by black air, perfectly blending with the darkness of the background, almost invisible in the darkness.

Zhao Yin frowned, he raised the hammer slightly, grabbed a handful of glutinous rice with the other hand, and walked slowly towards the man in sackcloth and filial piety——

The reason why he is said to be a man is because although his body is thin, he is tall, about 178 cm, and it is impossible for ordinary women to have this height.

When he was three steps away from the man, Zihe's cell phone rang suddenly.

Although he knew it was inappropriate, Zihe took out his phone and took a quick glance——

[Gift, you can drive it with Yinhu Talisman. 】

Still an unknown number.

"Wait... It's so small, a strange number said that it gave me a gift that can be driven by Yinhu Talisman." He hurriedly shouted at Zhao Yin.

Zhao Yin froze for a moment, then looked at the man in hemp and mourning in front of him, standing stiffly.

"Could it be a bronze armored corpse?" Zhao Yin stared at the man in filial piety in disbelief, rubbed the glutinous rice in his hand, squinted his eyes the next moment, and sprinkled the glutinous rice on the man in filial piety.

"Brush..." There was a loud noise, and before the glutinous rice was sprinkled on the man in filial piety, there was the sound of burning glutinous rice, and a foul smell came out all around.

"Hurry up and hold your breath!" Zihe yelled hurriedly, holding Xiaodie with one hand, afraid that the other party would be reckless.

Immediately afterwards, Zihe's right hand became a claw, and he grabbed it forward - for a moment, dark red lights appeared on Zihe's fair fingers.

He retracted his arm violently, and a stream of black Yin Qi was caught in his hand.

Zihe didn't seem to dislike the evil spirit in the Yin Qi, and there was a bad cold smell.

He tilted his head slightly, and sucked in vigorously, the dark yin energy was sucked into the remnant soul by him in an instant.

The bright red weeping blood of the remnant soul was full of cold air, and within a few seconds it completely swallowed and fused the Yin Qi——

In an instant, the right buttocks of his soul were also covered with black clothes. The black soul was dark and lightless, although it was not as gorgeous as the blood clothes, but it contained an unfathomable and dangerous aura.

Zihe glanced at Zhao Yin, nodded to appease the little girl who wanted to take the lead, and walked towards the man in filial piety first.

Taking a stick of incense from the table, he stood a step away and gently picked off the man's hat.

The man seemed completely ignorant of the outside world, Zihe picked his hat off, but he didn't respond at all.

In the dim light, Zihe and Zhao Yin finally saw the face of the man in filial piety.

——It was a young face, with delicate features, only a pair of red phoenix eyes stood out.

Its face was stiff, and although its eyes were open, their pupils were gray.

This is a corpse.

Zihe stretched out his finger and flicked the corpse's cheek, and it was as stiff as copper and iron, making a 'dong' sound.

"Is it really a bronze armor corpse?" Zihe turned to look at Zhao Yin and asked.

Zhao Yin nodded.

He pursed his lips, his eyes were deep - not only was it a bronze armored corpse, but it was also a bronze armored corpse that Zihe used Xiao Shi's body to temper...

Zihe can refine any corpse into a bronze armored corpse, as long as two souls are removed, and then Zihe is best at it.

If the physical body is good enough, Zihe can even refine the whole body into a flying yaksha and a drought demon.

Zhao Yin knew that even if he didn't want to face many things, since he had remembered them, he couldn't forget them.

Zihe has already changed his physical body once, so he should have repaired the blood-clothed red soul and started wearing black clothes, right?

Next... After the black clothes are put on, his soul refining stage is over.

Then, it's about cultivating the soul and refining the corpse...

Throw away Ding Xie's physical body, and then find a good physical body to nourish his soul. While nourishing his soul, he finds a good physical body, and through the corpse refining method, refines that good physical body into a dry body——

When the time comes, Zihe will integrate the ferocious soul he raised into Hanba's body, and he... just...

Zihe...has he found the pure yang body or the three yin body?

Zhao Yin was immersed in emotions when he was awakened by Zihe:

"What shall we do? This thing..."

Zihe looked like 'I don't know what to do with the bronze armored corpse in front of me', with some anxiety on his face.

Zhao Yin withdrew his thoughts, his eyes lingered for a moment on Zihe's honestly bewildered face, and suddenly he lowered his head and smiled.

"I'll do it." Zhao Yin took out another talisman paper, he bit the tip of his tongue lightly, after a slight sting, he lowered his head and dripped the blood from the tip of his tongue on the yellow paper.

The blood smeared, and a warmth suddenly exploded around.

Zihe was feeling miraculous when he saw Xiao Yaoming stretching out his hand towards him.

Thinking that Xiao Yao was going to touch his head again, when he tilted his head to dodge, he heard Xiao Yao say:

"Borrow a ray of Yin Qi."

Immediately, with a pinched finger, it was another Taoist tactic—a tactic that Zihe had no memory of at all!

Zihe hadn't had time to understand Zhao Yin's words, and he hadn't had time to sigh that the tricks of "Little Death" one after another are too powerful.

He felt a chill on his buttocks, and then, a black air flew out from his remnant soul, followed Zhao Yin's finger that was pulled back, and was tapped on the talisman paper.

Zihe looked down - in his soul, the right buttocks that had just put on the black clothes were exposed again...

The little thing actually sucked away a ray of digested evil spirit from his ghost's red soul?

terribly small...

???

Zihe raised his head in astonishment, and saw Xiao Yaoming's right hand quickly pinching the yellow watch paper into a strange shape, and then turning his wrist, as if by magic, the talisman paper ignited a light blue flame.

Then, at a faster speed, Zhao Yin 'slapped' the burning yellow paper on the bronze armored corpse's forehead.

The next moment, the bronze armor corpse's gray eyes suddenly rolled down.

"Come with me." Zhao Yin said immediately, then turned around and walked out of the coffin shed.

The bronze armored corpse commanded a movement, like a robot controlled by remote control, turned around and followed Zhao Yin stiffly and walked out.

Zihe froze on the spot, completely stunned——

He hardly should have been surprised by anything first.

It is for the situation behind the horrific behavior that represents it.

It's still for the sake of the terrible power.

Or... a bronze armored corpse was actually walking out with Little Dreadful.

Zihe took a deep breath, seeing the bronze-armored corpse following Zhao Yin step by step, he felt a strange feeling in his heart——

It's too bad there are other ghosts!

He hurriedly followed, and only when he reached the door, Zhao Yin stopped and turned around to ask Zihe: "Which window is it, the evil spirit is extremely strong?"

When Zhao Yin asked, the bronze-armored corpse stood one step away from Zhao Yin, like a copy of Zhao Yin, and also stopped, turning back to look at Zihe, as if asking Zihe a question.

Zihe frowned deeply because of this weird scene.

He raised his head to point Zhao Yin in the direction, but his own doubts were stuck in his heart.

So he simply retracted his half-stretched hand, and then, with the last sliver of luck in his heart, asked cautiously:

"You... What do you mean by borrowing yin from me?"

Zhao Yin stared fixedly at Zihe, his expression was serious, with a little emotion added to his indifference, and his breathing was not stable for a moment.

But soon, he regained his calmness like a deep pool of cold water.

With a deep voice, he said the words that Zihe didn't want to hear:

"I know you're a ghost."

"Ah!" Zihe yelled, raised his eyebrows in disbelief, and argued forcefully, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Zhao Yin pursed his lips and reached out to touch the top of Zihe's head.

Zihe hid for a while, his heart was in a state of disarray—does the little girl know that he is a ghost?

When did you know?

What did the little girl think?

Do you want to perform the duties of an official?Kill him this ghost?

Seeing Zihe dodging, Zhao Yin decisively stuffed the official hammer back into his schoolbag, and then stubbornly took another step towards Zihe.

Zihe still wanted to hide, but Zhao Yin stretched out his arms and rubbed Zihe's head, and said softly: "It's okay."

"What's the matter?" Zihe looked at Zhao Yin in disbelief, and then realized that the other party was touching his head. He avoided the terribly small hand and took another step back.

Zhao Yin's thick eyebrows furrowed deeply.

"I said, you're a ghost, but it's okay." Zhao Yin seemed to be a little angry, his voice was very deep, and it seemed that there was a faint anger burning, which made his voice a little hoarse.

"You won't kill me?" Zihe blinked, and was a little scared to see Zhao Yin's appearance.

But listening to Zhao Yin's words, he was a little puzzled: I'm so small... Could it be to appease him?

"Don't kill." Zhao Yin's voice was soft but clear.

Zihe stared at the terribly small eyes for a long time, and finally confirmed that although those eyes were deep, they did not seem to have killing intent.

But... isn't this guy a murderous official?Isn't he a middle school boy who is obsessed with catching ghosts?

What made Terrible change his mind?

but……

"When did you know I was a ghost?" Where did he miss the truth?

"I knew it a long time ago." Zhao Yin blinked lightly, and he turned his head to look at the building behind him, "Let's go to Yu Qing first, let's talk about your business when we get back."

His tone was deliberately clear, as if the matter of 'Zihe is a ghost' was not important at all.

"The windows are full of evil spirits, which one is it?" Zhao Yin asked again in order to change the subject.

Zihe was still a little awkward, he always felt like he missed a lot of information.

It's just... something is wrong!

and……

He always thought that he pretended to be a good person, and he continued to contribute "good acting skills"...

Think back to the past...

Especially when I pretend to be human every time, and when I watch my acting with a little deathly indifference...

Really...it's too f*cking.

Thinking of this, his whole ghost was so ashamed that he wanted to evaporate.

All the cells in my body seemed to be petrified at this moment...