I, C, attend the funeral

In Yu Qing's house on the third floor, the young woman pressed the handle and heard the sound of the lock being unlocked, but no matter how she slammed on the door, the door remained motionless.

A terrifying atmosphere fermented in the room, and the young woman was so frightened that she didn't dare to turn her head, she just slammed on the door, with snot and tears streaming down her face.

Suddenly, she heard faint footsteps outside the door, as if several people were climbing the stairs quickly.

With hope in her heart, she slammed on the door vigorously and shouted: "Help, help!"

The footsteps seemed to hear her cry for help, and the sound got closer and closer, and finally stopped at the door.

The young woman's emotions were unprecedentedly excited, hoping that she would lose her mind, and while frantically twisting the doorknob, she slammed on the door hard.

Suddenly, a loud noise frightened the frantic movements of the woman to a halt—the sound was like something huge and heavy hitting the door hard.

She backed away a little in astonishment, and saw the doorknob hanging crookedly on the door, shook it, and then fell to the ground.

As for the door lock, there is a huge pit that cannot be ignored.

When Men Huodi was knocked away, her originally ecstatic mood froze the moment she saw the other party.

The voice-activated light in the corridor outside the door was not turned on for some reason, and there were three people standing in the dim corridor.

The leading one was holding a huge hammer, with deep facial features and extremely sharp thick eyebrows.

The young woman took a step back in fright, and bumped into several women who rushed out. Everyone was so shocked that they all fell silent when they saw the hammer that was raised high.

It wasn't until Zhao Yin walked into the light of the room that the five women came back to their senses.

"Hurry up and save the child, the baby is dying."

"Xiaoqian, go call your uncle and drive us to the hospital."

The women were in a mess, Zhao Yin didn't care about it at all, and walked directly to the cradle in the middle of the living room.

Zihe followed closely. As he walked in, he stretched out his hand and pulled off the hat on the bronze armored corpse - he couldn't let those women see its face.

Looking back, Zihe's pupils shrank slightly—the air in the crib was full of evil spirits, as if a diesel-burning car was exhausting crazily.

After he finished pulling the hat of the bronze armored corpse, he hurriedly took another step forward to grab Zhao Yin.

"I'll do it." Zihe took a sharp breath, and all the evil spirit was sucked into his soul by him.

As the evil spirit dissipated, the crib was exposed.

Only then did Zhao Yin take a step forward, he squeezed out a handful of incense ash, and pointed a handful into the crib.

The evil spirit gradually dissipated, and Zhao Yin looked into the crib with his head.

The black blood lines on the baby's face gradually faded away, but the bruises on his face were still there.

Zhao Yin wanted to reach out to pick up the baby, but he saw the baby's shoulders and head——

This child actually only has a soul fire on his left shoulder, and it is still a light green soul fire.

He took a closer look at the baby's face—even though he was on the verge of suffocation, the baby didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

"What are you doing?" Although the child's aunt was terrified in her heart, she finally mustered up the courage to stand by, staring at Zhao Yin and the three of them, and questioned guardedly.

She wanted to go forward to check on the child, but she was a little hesitant because she was afraid of the three intruders.

"This child is here to collect his debts. Have his parents done anything outrageous? Has anyone died because of his parents?" Zhao Yin turned his head and asked.

"..." The child's aunt was stunned by the question, a little dazed, but then felt that the three intruders had malicious intentions, and asked back: "Who are you? What do you mean by asking? What about asking for a debt?"

"If you want to save this child, answer me within 2 minutes, or you will be lost." Zhao Yin's voice was deep, uttering each word with a strong sense of oppression.

The child's aunt opened her mouth, with a lot of thoughts in her mind, she wanted to drive the three out, but she looked at the open door - the other four women had already run out, even if she took the child to the hospital now, she couldn't help but look at her face. Like that, I'm afraid...

She took a deep breath, and hurried to her head, thinking that the parents of the child had already left anyway, so she went all out and said: "A few years ago, in the neighboring village, we all opened fish ponds. One year, there was an opportunity, and a new factory came. When buying fish, the price was very high, and the quantity required was large. At that time, the parents of the children were opening fish ponds to worry about the market. If they could negotiate a deal with the processing factory, they could make a lot of money.”

The child's aunt swallowed, and hurriedly continued: "At that time, several fish ponds in the village were thinking about this business. They thought that everyone could sell some. It turned out that the quantity needed by the factory was only fish from one fish pond. And the factory didn’t want to sign contracts with several companies, so it wanted to sign one for convenience. At that time, the discussion was almost done and I wanted to buy fish from our fish pond... But then, for some reason, they said that the fish from Lao Wang’s house in the east of the village were fatter , I changed it to buy it from the old Wang’s family.”

"And then?" Zhao Yin looked at the child anxiously.

Zihe wanted to suck away the Yin energy from the child, but found that the evil energy was entangled with the child's three souls and could not be separated.

"The child's parents took advantage of the night...to poison the fish pond. Later, the business was successful and they made a lot of money. They came to Tanshan City to buy a house, and they came here to do business. .I came to Tanshan City later than them...

"Old Wang's family in the east of the village was in vain for a year of hard work. Lao Wang's father had an emergency at that time, and he was not rescued. He passed away. Originally relying on the savings over the years, maybe he could recover after two or three years.

"However, Lao Wang had the flu that year, and Lao Wang had a young son who had a fever and pneumonia. It seemed that he had meningitis later... But he couldn't be saved in the end. Immediately afterwards, Lao Wang's wife hanged herself, and then the people in the village died again. I didn't see Lao Wang either, they all said that they jumped into the river by themselves, and some said they went crazy and ran into the mountains..."

The child's aunt also felt terrified when she said that, this killed several members of the family, and she left her hometown and went to the city, otherwise she would be terrified.

"This...does this have something to do with that?" The child's aunt raised her eyebrows. No one has mentioned this matter for many years. When she said it, she felt chills all over her body.

"What are the names of the old Wang's family members, do you remember?" Zhao Yin asked.

"Old Wang's name is Wang Chuntian, and his wife... I only remember the surname Zheng, but I don't remember the others." The child's aunt said.

Zhao Yin nodded, sprinkled a circle of incense ash around the stroller, pressed the glutinous rice, and lit the soul-returning incense.

When the incense burned, he took out the dog's blood, dipped his finger in the dog's blood and drew a talisman in the circle of incense ash, then stood up and dabbed a little dog's blood between the child's eyebrows.

The child's eyes, which had already begun to slacken, suddenly fixed and turned to look at Zhao Yin.

Zhao Yin didn't look at the child, he quickly turned his eyes away and squatted down hastily.

The child's aunt wanted to look into the stroller, Zhao Yin hurriedly shouted:

"Don't look him in the eye."

His tone was extremely severe.

The child's aunt hurriedly lowered her head, and unconsciously took a step back in fright.

Zhao Yin squatted outside the incense ash circle, picked up the paper money folded by several women on the table, and with a twist of his fingers, the valuable money was ignited.

He put the ignited paper money in the incense ash circle, and at the same time kept adding paper money to the circle. While adding, he muttered:

"Wang Chuntian, Wang Chuntian, are you there, are you there?"

His voice was low and slightly hoarse.

The child's aunt felt terrified when she heard Zhao Yin calling a dead person and burning paper in the stroller.

She licked her lower lip nervously, and took another two steps back.

Looking up at Zihe again, I feel that the eyes of this thin and tall woman also seem to have an evil spirit.

The aunt looked at the child one by one, and when she saw the man in filial piety behind Zihe, her heart felt even more frightened - this man hadn't moved at all since he entered the house.

In comparison, the mysterious face hidden under the hat, and the weirdness of being motionless, make people feel even more uncontrollable fear.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew through the room, and the child's aunt only felt her ankles were cold, and her whole body shivered.

She gritted her teeth, looked at the door, and wanted to escape.

But looking at the crib and those three strangers, the emotion of protecting the child in her heart made her stay here, but she couldn't help complaining——

Why haven't the children and uncles come upstairs...

"Huh..." The fire in the incense ash circle suddenly rose up, more than one meter high, and it jumped up with a whistling sound, sparks splashed everywhere.

"Ah!" The child's aunt was still looking at the door, anxious in her heart.

Shocked by this sudden change, she let out a loud cry, and took two steps back.

Her heart was beating wildly, and she stared at the raging fire without blinking—it was just burning paper money, why...how did it burn so vigorously?

"Wang Chuntian, you have killed the enemy, his wife, and an old man. The child is innocent, let him go. Let's go...Wang Chuntian, let's go..." Zhao Yin muttered in a low voice.

The fire was still burning, not retreating at all.

Zihe stood two steps away, looking down at the child in the crib.

It was supposed to be an innocent baby, but as the flames burned, his brows raised slightly, his eyes narrowed, his teeth bared and his nose wrinkled, and the hatred and resentment on his face made people feel even more eerie and terrifying.

This is so much resentment.

Seeing that the fire was still burning, Zhao Yin tightened his brows. He picked up the hammer and drew a line with his right finger on the hammer, and a ray of golden light suddenly appeared.

He stood up and yelled violently into the incense ash circle:

"Duh!"

The flame in the incense ash circle suddenly swayed rapidly, as if it had been blown by a strong wind and was on the verge of being extinguished.

But the fire seemed to be unwilling to be extinguished even if it was suppressed by the cold wind, and it was still under the pressure of the golden light, flying from the golden light gap.

Zhao Yin's eyes became darker, and he didn't want to talk nonsense in the face of the fire, as if the "one word of persuasion" just now had exhausted all his patience.

He turned the hammer suddenly, held the handle of the hammer with both hands, the hammer head was facing down, and he was about to press the hammer down towards the struggling flame.

But at this moment, the flame suddenly flickered and gradually faded away.

It seems that in the process of competing fiercely, he was completely defeated.

Zhao Yin bowed his head and the flame gathered into a small ball, licked the paper money lightly, and burned the paper money slowly.

Then he slowly put away the hammer, stretched out his left foot, and kicked a gap in the circle of incense ash.

The evil spirit gurgled out along this gap.

Zihe, who was standing behind Zhao Yin, had already opened his nostrils, and quickly, ruthlessly, and precisely caught the evil spirits that were pouring out.

Suck steadily.

He squinted his eyes slightly in enjoyment, sucked like a rainbow for a long time, and sucked in for more than ten seconds before completely sucking out the evil spirit—looking inside the soul, the entire waist was covered in black robes.

Zihe couldn't help stretching out his hand to help his waist, the black robe was fine, and he looked thin.

……

When Zhao Yin went to look at the baby in the stroller again, the evil spirit on its face had completely faded away. The child looked around blankly at first, then suddenly wrinkled his nose, and cried out with a "wow".

The child's aunt hurriedly took a step forward, and looked at Zhao Yin warily again.

Zhao Yin nodded, and the child's aunt hurriedly walked to the stroller, picked up the baby and coaxed it up.

At this time, there were noisy footsteps outside the door, and three or four men in plain clothes rushed in aggressively.

Without waiting for them to speak, Zhao Yin took the lead and said, "I'm Yu Qing's classmate. She didn't come to school today. I'll come to visit her. Where is she?"

The men heard from the women that three people broke into the house, that some child was out of breath, that what the hell was going on, that some mobile phone told her to look back... the mess was quite scary.

Before rushing in, he had thought about how to deter the three intruders.

But suddenly being preempted by Zhao Yin, the men were all suffocated.

Look at the baby again, being held in the arms of the child's aunt, crying very vigorously.

"Yu Qing was in the hospital. She had a fever and was afraid of something happening, so she was hospitalized first." It was the uncle of the child who came to his senses first.

"Can I call her?" Zhao Yin asked.

"Ah, I'm probably still asleep. The child's aunt is with her in the hospital. I'll give her a call." The child's uncle thought for a while, and let the other men go down to continue their work. He took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.

As a result, when she asked on the phone, she said that Yu Qing had just woken up.

The uncle of the child wanted to pass the phone to Zhao Yin, but Zhao Yin shook his hand, "Just wake up."

The child's uncle asked about Yu Qing's condition on the phone for a while, then hung up.

Then he turned around and asked Zhao Yin's name.

Zhao Yin smiled and said: "It's okay, turning around means Qing has returned to school, I'll tell her again."

After Zhao Yin finished speaking, he took out the love letter Yu Qing wrote to him from his pocket, and threw it into the paper money in the incense ashes circle.

The flame licked the love letter in an instant, and burned the pink paper to black in an instant.

"Why is there still burning paper in the house?" The uncle saw the burning flame beside the crib and the incense ash all over the floor.

When the child's aunt heard his uncle's question, she raised her head to answer, then looked at the three strangers, and cautiously did not speak.

But Zhao Yin said: "From now on, every July 5th, when burning paper for the elderly in the family, there will be another circle, burning money for Wang Chuntian, and burning for [-] years. Otherwise, the whole Yu family may be in trouble. "

"Ah?" The uncle of the child looked puzzled.

He raised his brows, his expression immediately became alert, why did he mention Wang Chuntian?

But the child's aunt hurriedly said: "Okay, don't worry, I will definitely remember."

She saw this matter with her own eyes today, so she couldn't believe it.If others don't burn it, she will burn it too.

Zhao Yin nodded, he turned his head and wanted to call Zihe to leave, but he saw Zihe wandering to the TV cabinet in the living room at some point.

With a flash of his eyes, he saw that Zihe quietly stuffed something into his pocket while no one was paying attention.

He didn't point it out either, he just turned his head and said to Qing's family: "Then we won't bother, and when Yu Qing recovers, we'll come see her again."

Zihe hurriedly took three steps and made two steps at the same time, and walked back to Xiao Yaoming without anyone noticing, thinking that no one knew about his theft.

He just had a full meal, and at the moment he is sleepy, feeling extremely contented.

Especially this time when he went out to hunt ghosts, he basically didn't do anything, he just ate, feeling...

feeling good.

When the three of them left, the child's aunt kept staring at the man in filial piety, her heart was tense, afraid that the man would suddenly turn around and smile at her, but she couldn't control herself from staring at him.

It wasn't until the three of them disappeared in the dark corridor that the child's aunt trotted up to the child's uncle and said in a low voice, "Isn't that one in filial piety a relative of our family? Otherwise, why are you dressed like that? Why are you following those two guests? "

"It seems to me that they are also relatives of our family, and I seem to have seen it in the coffin..." The uncle of the child was also a little puzzled.

But thinking that that person seemed to have never shown his face, he was weird but not easy to stop.

The two hurried to the window again, secretly stood behind the curtain and looked down.

I saw the man in filial piety following Zhao Yin step by step, like a corpse repeating Zhao Yin's movements.

"..." The child's aunt.

"..." Uncle Kid.

The two of them stared at the man in filial piety for a long while, but in the end, neither of them opened their mouths to comment.

It seems that this person has committed some taboos, and it would be bad luck to mention it.

……

……

When two people and one bronze-armored corpse walked side by side through the dimly lit neighborhood, Zihe couldn't help but raise his head and chat awkwardly:

"It's still morning, so I thought it was evening. The dark clouds are too scary."

Zhao Yin also looked at the sky, he nodded perfunctorily, and after giving the command to the bronze armored corpse to follow and run, he unlocked the bicycle.

"Come up."

Zhao Yin's voice has always been clear and clear but deep. There is a precocious imprint in the boyish voice. It is a compound voice with a different flavor.

"Oh." Zihe obediently sat in the back seat of the car.

He suddenly felt, is being a ghost lower than being a human?

Why do you feel that Xiao Xiaoming became arrogant after exposing him as a ghost?

Is the little one inflated?

Is it amazing to be a human being?

He wanted to reach out and punch Zhao Yin in the back, but what he looked up at was a terribly small schoolbag——

There is a huge hammer in the schoolbag, and a bunch of things that specialize in fighting ghosts, enough for him to eat several pots.

Thinking of this, he withdrew his fist weakly, looked around aimlessly, saw the bronze armored corpse running tirelessly behind them, and couldn't help doubting in his heart:

Is it possible that it's not that the little one is inflated, but that he is weak?

Grinding his teeth in frustration, he was thinking about something, when a person suddenly jumped out of the slanting stab and threw a handful of things at him, he was completely defenseless.

All those things hit his face in a hurry, and there was a sound of "stinging, stinging", and he felt the heat and pain belatedly.

"Fuck...what the hell?" He yelled, dodged his body, lost his balance in an instant, and rolled down on the rear seat of the car that had been killing him since he was a child.

The next moment, the person who threw something at him rushed towards him again.

He was startled, and he put his hands on the ground and wanted to get up and dodge, ignoring the pain in his body.

Before he got up, Zihe saw that Zhao Yin had decisively thrown off the bicycle, and rushed towards this side with his long legs.

While running, Zhao Yin picked up his schoolbag and swung it fiercely at the back of the person who attacked Zihe.

The man was caught off guard, and was swung right on - there was a pile of things in the schoolbag, and there was a giant hammer, and it was not easy to hit it all at once.

The man was thrown forward, grabbing the ground with his head and face.

Without pausing at all, Zhao Yin took out the hammer in his schoolbag, stepped in front of the man, raised the hammer, and was about to hit the back of the man's head.

"Zhao Yin——" Zihe was startled, he didn't expect Xiao Yaoming to be so crazy, and hurriedly stopped him loudly—killing someone is not a trivial matter.

Zhao Yin's movements paused for a moment, his urgency eased a little, but then, his hammer still slammed down, but turned from his head to his shoulders.

The man rolled on the spot, barely dodging Zhao Yin's hammer.

He hastily stretched out his hand, pointed at Zhang Zihe, and shouted to Zhao Yin: "Aren't you an official? The one next to you is a ghost, why don't you kill him?"

After drinking, he showed a smug expression on his face, and looked at Zhao Yin's face expectantly.

"So what?" Zhao Yin asked in a cold voice, not only did not pick on that person, but also took a step closer to that person with a hammer.

His face was gloomy, as if he was brewing anger, and he was suppressing himself.

It is intimidating to watch.

The man didn't see the expected development of the situation, and took another step back in panic.

"You are an extermination official! Zhao Yin! An extermination official who specializes in catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits!" He was timid, but still accused him unwillingly.

"Have you ever heard of killing officials who walk with ghosts?" Zhao Yin said coldly, wiped the hammer of killing officials with his right hand, grabbed a trace of golden energy, and quickly pinched the "Zhenzi Jue".

"Duh!"

Just when the man saw the bad situation and was about to flee, there was a shock wave in the air, and he was instantly shocked and fell to the ground.

Zhao Yin stepped forward and gave the man a hard blow on the shoulder.

The man spat out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

Only then did Zhao Yin lower his hand holding the hammer. He took a deep breath and shrugged his shoulders.

Zihe endured the pain and stood up, seeing that his palm was dripping with blood, and there was pain everywhere on his body.

He raised his head and saw Zhao Yin's back, and he was about to call out for his death, when Zhao Yin took out his mobile phone.

Then, with a hoarse voice, he forced himself to regain his rationality, and said to the humanity on the other end of the phone:

"Brother, someone attacked me and I knocked him down. I'm..."

After hanging up the phone, he called Li Juanshen again: "I knocked down a person here. He knows about ghosts and ghosts. I suspect that this person is a hungry ghost. You should come here too."

After Li Juanshen responded, he said again: "I also have two news from here, I will tell you when I arrive."

"Okay." Zhao Yin's voice was flat, and after reporting the address, he hung up the phone decisively.

He took a deep breath before stuffing the phone back into his pocket.

Feeling that the emotions in his chest eased slightly, he adjusted his expression, and slowly turned his head to look at Zihe.

When he saw Zihe walking towards him, his face was covered with black blood, and there were some burn marks on his skin, which was horrible.

His heart tightened, wishing he could turn around and give the fallen man another hammer.

He clenched his fists, tried to slow down his tone, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's just glutinous rice." Zihe smiled, and reached out to touch his face.

Zhao Yin took a step forward to stop him, but before he had time, Zihe's hand had already touched his face.

"Hiss..." Zihe took a painful breath, and cursed again in a low voice.

Zhao Yin frowned, turned around and saw a small convenience store next to him, then grabbed Zihe's wrist, and dragged him towards the convenience store.

The bronze armored corpse turned around and followed the two to the convenience store.

"Will that person be thrown there?" Zihe asked anxiously.

"..." Zhao Yin pursed his lips and said nothing, looking angry.

Zihe tilted his head to look at the little terribly angry face——wow, this little guy has really become more and more tempered recently.

Do you lose your temper when you die as an official?

However, what did the little boy say just now?

"Hey, it's so small, you don't even want to be an official?" Zihe suddenly said with a playful smile, with a disfigured face and excruciating pain in his body, but he still smiled.

But this smile, in Zhao Yin's eyes, was extremely miserable.

It's so miserable, but she still has to smile bravely, and...it's so distressing.

Zhao Yin's heart tightened, he took Zihe into the convenience store, and asked the boss for a bunch of trauma medicine and bandages.

Then he dragged Zihe to the table and chair by the window and sat down.

While lowering his head to pull on the medicine package, he said in a low voice: "A hammer is just a tool, and the one who hammers an official is an official. Aren't all good cooks all cooks?"

The light in the room was cast from above, Zhao Yin had beautiful eyelash shadows under his eyes.

"What is it if you're not a chef?" Zihe raised his eyebrows.

"Food." Zhao Yin took Zihe's hand, put it in the trash can, and began to wash Zihe's hands with mineral water.

He casually spit out two words, but his expression was very serious.

The author has something to say: There are many stories about debt collection, and many ancient people who have written ghost stories have written similar plots.

The one with the deepest memory: "Monk Yueming Du Liucui" Yu Shiming said, three words and two beats.

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【small theater】

Zhao Yin: Wang Chuntian, let's go...

Wang Chuntian: I refuse to accept it!I hate it!I'm going to kill Lao Yu's family!Ahhhhh!

Zhao Yin: ...

Apart from anything else, swing the hammer.

Wang Chuntian:? ? ?Straight to the stunt?No good advice, no three chances?

Zhao Yin: No, are you going to get out or not?

Wang Chuntian: I—(Shouting loudly. Unconvinced. But my eyes fell on the hammer...)

Wang Chuntian: I'm leaving...

【Small Theater 2】

Sitting in the convenience store, Zihe said, "Li Juanshen will come over in a while, how can we welcome Li Dabeard?"

After finishing speaking, his eyes fell on the bronze-armored corpse standing at the door of the convenience store, and he couldn't help laughing hehehehe.