I, C, attend the funeral

The snow is getting smaller, but the sky is still cloudy.

There was no one in the convenience store, and the cold weather made many people choose to stay in the room.

From the outside, the dim lights in the convenience store are a bit hazy, but it is extraordinarily warm.

"I thought it was all caused by the pen fairy, but there is actually a debt collector." Zihe murmured.

Xiao Yaoming squeezed Zihe's wrist to wash his hands, and sighed silently.

The person in the hungry ghost realm came back, and Zihe was injured.

If we really get in touch in the future...

Zihe raised his hands in front of his face while he was preparing the iodine.

The flesh and blood were all bloody, and it seemed that when he fell to the bottom just now, he had touched the ground with his hands.

"Is there any pain?" Zhao Yin didn't answer his topic about ghosts at all, and asked him while dipping a cotton swab in iodine.

"The elbow also hurts." Zihe said.

Zhao Yin then grabbed his wrist and gently rolled up his sleeves. Sure enough, his elbow was red and swollen, and blood came out of his elbow.

"Is there any more?" Zhao Yin frowned.

"Shoulder hurts too." Zihe said with a smile.

Zhao Yin stretched out his hand and was about to grab his collar to look at his shoulder, when suddenly he heard Zihe say again: "My butt hurts too."

He frowned, raised his head and smiled at Shang Zihe.

This guy doesn't know pain, won't he cry?

"Small, help me apply medicine to my butt." Zihe said as he was about to stand up from his chair.

Zhao Yin felt that Zhang Zihe could do anything, so he pressed Zihe's shoulder and said annoyedly, "Sit down."

"Hey hey..." Zihe put his arm on the table, ready to rest his chin to appreciate the expression of the little girl, but he forgot that he was injured, so he wanted to lift his head, and hissed and yelled in pain.

Zhao Yin rolled his eyes at him, took his arm, and began to rub iodine on him.

Only then did Zihe realize the pain, and the smile on his face gradually faded away.

He raised his eyebrows, twitched his eyebrows when he hurt, and shook his mouth, as if he was about to cry, but I could hold back.

Zhao Yin looked at him like this, although he didn't say anything, the strength in his hands became lighter.

"The cause planted by the Yu family more than ten years ago happened to give birth to another son, and Wang Chuntian, who died but still grudges, used the newborn baby of the Yu family to collect debts."

Zhao Yin wanted to distract Zihe's attention and not let this guy focus on the wound, so he said.

"Well, there is an ancient object full of evil spirits in their family. Wang Chuntian probably has been relying on that ancient object after his death, forming a cloud of evil spirit, living around his family." Soul has always been at their home, and I don't know how it will feel.

As Zihe said, he took out something from his pocket and showed it to Xiaodie.

Zhao Yin took a quick look and saw that it was a small crane carved from red sandalwood with small leaves——

Things are small, but wood is good wood.

Now in the Wenwan market, such things are also antiques, and it is estimated that they can be sold at a very good price.

It's just... that Xiaohe's body is full of oil, and he's been... well groomed.

Zhao Yin pursed his lips to smile or not——

This was carved by Zihe himself in the previous life.

This guy probably didn't expect that his gadget, in the hands of the world, would suffer the fate of being held for more than ten years.

Zihe didn't know what Zhao Yin was thinking, but looking at the oily and smooth wood carving, he felt a little tired: before going back to smoke at night, he had to wash it well.

——In front of refreshing, who cares if the wood carving is round or not!

"Wang Chuntian relied on the evil spirit of this thing to stay in the world, and his grievances accumulated more and more. When Yu's mother was pregnant, he found an opportunity to collect debts." Zhao Yin nodded, and said:

"Yu Qing invited the pen fairy without knowing that there was an evil thing in the house, and borrowed the evil spirit in the house, and she didn't know what to invite."

Zihe nodded.

This ghost hunt seemed to go smoothly, but in fact it all depended on a terribly small outburst.

There are too many side effects in the success.

His eyes fell on the bronze-armored corpse standing outside the window of the convenience store, and he couldn't help but said, "This thing must have been given to me by Taoist Hungry Ghost."

That strange number should also belong to the Hungry Ghost Taoist.

"Hungry Ghost Taoist..." Zhao Yin couldn't help laughing when he heard Zihe address that person.

He lowered his head to hide his smile, nodded without saying anything.

"I'll take it home. My villa is big enough to fit in." Zihe scratched his head.

What did Taoist Hungry Ghost give him a bronze armored corpse, it has no soul and no consciousness, it is just an incorruptible corpse.

The text message said that he could use the Yinhu Talisman to drive the Bronze Armored Corpse, but why would he use this thing to drive it away?

If there are hundreds of thousands of them, maybe they can try to conquer the world, just one... It would be nice not to cause trouble for him.

"Well, let's take it back first." Zhao Yin became easy to talk at the moment.

He took care of Zihe's elbow and palm, stretched out his slender fingers, and pinched Zihe's chin.

Let the other party look around straighten his face, eyes meet, Zhao Yin lowered his head, picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, and said softly: "Don't move around."

"Yeah." Zihe responded and wanted to nod, but Zhao Yin pinched his chin to stop him.

He couldn't help but want to laugh again, he thought it was funny that Xiao Ke Ming pinched his chin like this.

Especially now that he has a woman's body, in the eyes of others, doesn't he... look like a couple?

Hehehe, besides, if your chin is usually pinched, shouldn't you want to kiss?

Just when he was about to smile at Xiaodielang, his eyes caught sight of the cotton swab in Xiaodie's other hand. He frowned, lost his intention to be cute, and felt a little afraid of pain.

Zhao Yin wanted to focus on the scars on Zihe's face, but seeing the small blisters popping up one after another, he felt uncomfortable for a while.

This guy in front of him used to be a powerful guy who was invulnerable to wind and fire, but now he can burn even a handful of glutinous rice.

He held his breath in his heart, feeling a little annoyed.

The blisters were cleaned up one by one, and the medicine was applied—the light pink blisters on Zihe's face gradually turned purple.

Zhao Yin's eyes would fall on Zihe's pupils from time to time.

No matter which body this guy is in, he has a pair of bright eyes, looking around, full of curiosity, like a child eager to see the world.

Even though he was injured, he was still in high spirits, as if nothing could knock him down.

After painting the wound on Zihe's face, Zhao Yin couldn't help but reach out and rub his hand on Zihe's short hair, his fingers were gentle, conveying the love from the bottom of his heart.

When he retracted his hand, his fingertips accidentally brushed against Zihe's ear beads—the soft and cool touch made his heart skip a beat.

Lowering his eyelids, Zhao Yin looked uncomfortably at Zihe's hands on the table.

The ointment had dried, and he helped Zihe wrap the bandage again.

In the memory of his previous life, Zihe had never been so obedient even when he was a child.

With his hands on the table at first, causing injuries all over his body, he sat pitifully and indifferently smiling, obedient and distressing.

If this guy had such a temper in his previous life, how could he...

Thinking of this, Zhao Yin stopped his thoughts. There are no "ifs" for many things, but it doesn't matter. Fortunately, there is still this life.

He checked Zihe's elbow, palm and face up and down.

After making sure everything was taken care of, Zhao Yin stood up, put the wound medicine into a small bag, and stuffed it into Zihe's hand, he said:

"Let it go to your place first, and I will go to your place tomorrow morning to change your medicine."

"Okay." Zihe giggled, his arm was supported stiffly, it didn't look like a fall, it was exaggerated like a broken bone.

Li Juanshen and Zhou Shan have already arrived, and Zhou Shan is taking people on the road to carry the man who fell on the ground into a police car, and it is estimated that he will be sent to the hospital first.

Li Juanshen briefly said a few words to Zhou Shan, then looked towards the convenience store on the side of the road.

Zhao Yin and Zihe happened to be going out, and they waved their hands to greet each other. Zhao Yin snapped his fingers in front of the bronze armored corpse, and the bronze armored corpse followed Zhao Yin.

"How are you two? Are you okay?" Zhou Shan walked past Li Juanshen and asked Zhao Yin with concern.

He said he was asking the two of them, but in fact he only cared about his younger brother.

"I'm fine, he suffered some flesh injuries." Zhao Yin replied.

Zhou Shan only glanced at Zihe, then looked away, all his movements were saying: Who cares about this thing's life or death.

"I'm fine, don't worry too much about me." Although Zhou Shan didn't care at all, Zihe still teased him without embarrassment.

Zhou Shan glanced at Zihe again, but still couldn't say a word of concern.

Zihe pouted.

When Li Juanshen stepped forward, he immediately pretended to be scratching his ears, and raised his bandaged hand in front of him——

It was very conspicuous, anyone with long eyes could see that Zihe was injured.

As a result, Li Juanshen's gaze was just that... Straight through Zihe in a daze, looked at the man in filial piety clothes behind Zhao Yin, and asked seriously, "Who is this person?"

Zihe gritted his teeth and said with a sinister smile, "New roommate."

Li Juan frowned deeply, he had a special status, why did Zihe bring an unknown person home?

"Is it reliable?" Li Juanshen tilted his head to see the appearance of the bronze armored corpse from under the big hat worn by the bronze armored corpse.

But Zihe took a step forward, blocking Li Juanshen's line of sight, and said mysteriously: "We'll talk about it when we go home, and let you two get close to each other when the time comes."

"?" Li Juan raised his eyebrows in doubt, and became even more curious.

Zhao Yin glanced at Zihe, and saw that although Zihe looked miserable, he still wanted to tease Li Juanshen—it didn't look that painful.

"Let me tell you about today's affairs." Zhao Yin's words attracted Zhou Shan and Li Juanshen's full attention.

Both Zhou and Li are very efficient.

On the return trip, Zhou Shan gave Li Juanshen his jeep to drive, and he left with the police car.

After Zhou Shan took away the person who attacked Zihe, Li Juanshen immediately transferred someone to interrogate the prisoner separately.

Before he got home, Li Juanshen's colleagues had already found out the identity of the prisoner.

"It's the followers of the Hungry Ghost Dao before the branch of Tanshan City, a fish that slipped through the net."

After Li Juanshen finished speaking, he put the phone back into his trouser pocket, and when the street light turned green, he slowly stepped on the accelerator.

The four got out of the car, and when Li Juanshen locked the car and walked out, he looked back at the man in filial piety who was following Zhao Yin from time to time—he always felt that the man was weird.

Wearing a hat all the time, not speaking, wearing an unlucky mourning dress, gloomy.

And...the postures of walking and getting on the car are very...stiff and weird.

He somehow had a bad premonition.

"I got news in the morning that the branch leader Qiao Dong had returned to Tanshan City, but our people were lost again."

Li Juanshen shared this information with Zihe and Zhao Yin in a low voice, keeping his voice down all the time, not wanting the man in Xiaoyi to hear.

He still doesn't trust the identity of the man in Xiaoyi.

"Well, not only Qiao Dong is back, but also the head altar master of Hungry Ghost Dao." Zihe spoke directly to Li Juanshen, a bigger news.

"What?" Li Juanshen stopped in disbelief, "The chief altar master has come to Tanshan City? How do you know?"

"The head of the altar called me and sent me a text message." Zihe showed off.

"Why did he call you?" Li Juanshen was thinking about going back for a while, and asked the technical department to follow this clue and check.

"Probably... admire me." After Zihe finished speaking, he felt shameless and smiled shyly.

Zhao Yin glanced at Zihe, pursed his lips, and did not speak.

"..." Li Juanshen was a little anxious, "It's a serious matter, can you be more serious."

"I don't know why he called me. He said he was awake and came to Tanshan City. The master of Zixuan Temple also called me, saying that the master of the Hungry Ghost Dao will definitely come to me. I guess I It must be a thorn in their side and a thorn in their flesh, you have to protect me well." Zihe half-truthfully said.

Li Juanshen nodded seriously, thinking that Zihe had wiped out the branch altar of the Hungry Ghost Dao, and now that Zihe is in Ding Xie's body again, the main altar master of the Hungry Ghost Dao probably thought that Ding Xie had become a traitor and must have killed him. It's 'Ding Xie'...

He walked home in silence, while thinking about whether to secretly send a secret whistle to protect Zihe's safety.

After a while, he figured it out, and shared another message with Zihe and Zhao Yin:

"Last night, someone reported that they saw the corpse, but it disappeared later. I suspect that the people on the Hungry Ghost Road may be playing tricks. Do you have any opinions?"

Li Juan looked at the two of them deeply. They were professional ghost hunters. The news told them that they might be able to read some different information.

Zihe raised his eyebrows, "A corpse?"

"En." Li Juan nodded deeply.

Zihe began to laugh inexplicably again.

"?" Li Juan frowned deeply.

This man is not finished, is he?Talk to him about serious things, why is he always joking?

"Is it such a corpse?" Zihe suddenly took a step back, walked up to the man in filial piety, lifted the filial hat he was wearing, and asked Li Juanshen with a smile.

"?" Li Juanshen narrowed his eyes, and his eyes fell on the exposed face of the man in filial piety——

A blue-gray face with no human color.

A pair of gray dull eyes, cold and straight.

"..." Li Juan took a deep breath, and the hairs on his back stood up.

Among the people who got into the car with him just now, there was a dead body?

"It..." Li Juanshen took a step back unconsciously, then glanced at Zihe and then at Zhao Yin, "What...what does this mean?"

Zihe smiled and continued to speak.

Zhao Yin hugged Zihe's neck, pulled him over, and covered Zihe's mouth with his backhand.

He really couldn't stand it anymore, when Zihe leaned on his shoulder and looked at Li Juan with a deep smile, he said helplessly, "Let's talk in detail after we enter the room."

"..." Li Juanshen closed his eyes forcefully. In the future, he would rather go to the battlefield than accept such crooked missions.

Opening his eyes again, he looked at the three in front... Two people and one corpse, he really didn't want to follow in...

Who the hell wants to stay with a dead body?

……

In front, Zihe struggled to speak, but Xiao He covered his mouth to prevent him from bullying Li Juanshen.

He pulled it for a long time, and found that the arm of the little terrified was made of iron.

He rolled his eyes, pouted suddenly, and kissed Zhao Yin's palm.

As if his palm was scalded, Zhao Yin let go of Zihe with a flick of his hand.

After Zihe regained his freedom, he quickly jumped a step away, seeing Xiao Yaoming frowning and staring at him in embarrassment, he couldn't help laughing.

Turning around, he saw Li Juanshen following behind with a look of unlucky vigilance, he couldn't help it anymore, and burst out laughing.

It's fun to be alive.

He was in a good mood, and when he returned to the villa, he saw Ziyan and Kelie sitting lazily in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows even though there was no sun, and he didn't dislike them for being stupid.

"Good afternoon." Zihe kicked off his shoes, sat at the big table in the living room drinking water, and greeted Kelie and Ziyan.

Ke Lie looked up at Zihe, then grabbed his phone and started typing.

After a while, Zihe received a WeChat message from Ke Lie:

[Pockmarked face, good afternoon. 】

"..." Zihe almost choked in his throat with a sip of water.

Scum cat!

……

……

Zhao Yin is responsible for sharing information with Li Juanshen and the cats and dogs in the house.

Zihe is in charge of making jokes on the sidelines.

While listening to Zhao Yin's words, Ke Lie sent a WeChat message to Junior Eleven:

【Zhang Zihe is back. Although his face is covered with pits, he is alive and well, and he still has the strength to laugh at senior brother. 】

As usual, Ziyan rested his chin, tilted his head and looked at everyone, and it took him a long time to respond with a "huh", and he didn't know if he really understood what everyone said, or just responded politely.

When Zhao Yin stood up and was about to leave, Ziyan suddenly raised his head, looked at Zhang Zihe with stupid eyes, hehe smiled, and said, "What's wrong with your face?"

As if just saw it.

"..." Zihe shook his head helplessly, reached out and patted Ziyan's head, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

The dog nodded.

"At noon, let's eat big bones with sauce." Zihe said.

"Okay, don't be too salty." Gouzi said.

Zihe hummed, and couldn't help but groan in his heart: Is this dog pretending to be stupid?Why did you respond so quickly while chatting about lunch?

He glanced at Li Juanshen, seeing that the bearded man was still absorbing what Zhao Yin said just now, so he had to throw the phone to Kelie, and asked Kelie, the only sober creature, to order takeaway lunch.

He himself sent Zhao Yin out.

"The bronze-armored corpse should stand in the shade. You should have the Yinhu Talisman in your hand. If you want to drive the bronze-armored corpse, just inject a little Yin Qi into the Yinhu Talisman." Zhao Yin told him as he walked out.

Zihe nodded, and now he was quiet for a while, no more ramblings.

"Go back to eat, I'll go back to eat too." Zhao Yin stood in the yard, turned his head and smiled at Zihe, "Don't give it away, what's there to give away."

"Idle is idle." Zihe smiled, still walking on Zhao Yin's right.

Zhao Yin hummed, thought for a while and said: "The chief altar master of Hungry Ghost Dao has come to Tanshan City. Since he called you first and then sent you a text message, the target is probably you. If there is someone on your side What's the matter, call me at any time, I have two days of mock exams, and I will ask for a period of leave after the end."

"Xueba is really self-willed." Zihe slightly raised his head, so that he could meet the terribly small face.

"If you need anything, call me anytime." Zhao Yin said.

"I'm going to visit Zixuan Temple in the next two days, so you can come with me then." Zihe said.

"Okay." Zhao Yin was talking, and the two of them had already walked to the door of the villa.

Zihe stopped and didn't see him off, Zhao Yin just waved his hands, without looking back, he walked towards his house in Building 6 with long legs.

Zihe was leaning against the door of the villa, standing with his legs crossed, his hands in his pockets, not like a girl, but like a sad man thinking about his thoughts.

The snow had stopped and the air was colder.

He took a deep breath and raised his head to look at the dark clouds that were gradually dissipating.

It seems that the Taoist Hungry Ghost knows him very well;

bronze corpse;

Hungry Ghost Dao General Altar;

He was sent here to extort the remnants of his glutinous face;

A Yinhu Talisman;

A wood carving of a small crane;

One... suddenly became very powerful, and knew a lot of things, but pretended to be ignorant;

There is also Zixuan Guan, who said that he has a lot to tell him, Little Eleven...

Zihe closed his eyes, the smile had completely disappeared from his face, he was standing alone, with the endless sea in front of him.

Scratching his head irritably, he clenched his hand in his trouser pocket into a fist and held it tightly—as if he could no longer feel the pain of the wound.

How much has he forgotten?

What happened in the last life?

……

……

After lunch, Zihe returned to his room on the third floor.

There is a small study in the master bedroom. He is sitting by the desk, and there are two things on the desk.

One is the Yinhu Talisman he got from Ding Xie - Taoist Hungry Ghost and Zhao Yin both said that he could rely on this thing to drive the Bronze Armored Corpse.

One is a wood carving I got from Yu Qing's house.

There was a trace of his soul attached to both things, he looked at the two things.

The memory attached to the small wooden crane should be more relaxed.

Zihe first picked up the little crane carved from lobular red sandalwood—it stretched its long neck, as if it was about to open its mouth.The wings are half opened, as if they are about to fly.

He squinted his eyes, and with a light inhalation, a wave of evil energy was inhaled into his nasal cavity.

The familiar smell of his own soul energy, when this trace of soul energy was absorbed, the black robe was worn directly to the lower edge of the soul ribs.

Before Zihe could take a closer look at the extra black in his soul, he fell into a brand new memory——

[Autumn, the sky is high and the air is refreshing.

Zihe, who looked like a teenager, was sitting under a tree, with many fallen leaves on his shoulders, but he didn't reach out to shake them off.

Zhang Chenyang was sitting five meters away. There was a small bamboo table among the weeds. He threw a futon on the ground and sat there reading a book.

On Zixuan Mountain, there are study rooms everywhere, where one can read or practice.

Zihe suddenly raised his head and asked the master who was five meters away: "Master, in the future, who will you pass on the position of temple master?"

"Do you want to be?" Zhang Chenyang didn't look up, his face was exactly the same as Zhao Yin's, although there was not much expression, it was not indifferent, but calm.

"Eldest senior brother is too upright, I'm afraid I can't do it. Second senior brother is too impulsive, so I can't do it. Third senior brother..." Zihe lowered his head, kept carving on his hands, and muttered words in his mouth.

"From what you said, it seems that only you are the most suitable." Zhang Chenyang finally raised his head, and his moist eyes fell on Zihe, like a radiant red light, which would make the person being watched feel warm all over.

"Then can I be the master of the temple, master?" Zihe also raised his head.

I don't look at Zihe's eyes, I just feel that this face is exquisite.

But when he raised his eyes and looked over, his peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, and his eyes were burning, making it impossible to ignore the coquettishness in them.

"You can't." Zhang Chenyang shook his head.

Not yet.

"..." Zihe opened his mouth to continue, but was finally speechless.

He wanted to raise his lips and smile to show that he didn't care, but his expression froze and he couldn't smile.

In the end, he just kept his eyes down and lowered his eyes to avoid the master's scrutiny.

But the emotions in his chest were surging, and many things could not be suppressed by force, and he couldn't grasp the strength in his hands.

With a sound of "pa", one of Xiaohe's slightly raised long legs was cut off.

Zihe stared at the wooden carving in his hand, his eyes became darker and darker.

Zhang Chenyang withdrew his gaze, bent his fingers, and sighed silently. 】

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

There was a corpse in bronze armor in the room, and Li Juan got up late at night——

From then on, Li Dabeard never dared to leave the bedroom door in the middle of the night.

I can't die of thirst!

In the middle of the night, Li Juanshen stood in front of the bedroom window, looking at the full moon outside the window with watery oval eyes, and questioned from the depths of his soul: "What the hell am I sharing a room with???"

【Small Theater 2】

Zihe: You have to protect me well.

Li Juanshen: You can pull it down and let me protect you?Don't toss me, it's better than anything else.

【Small Theater 3】

Zihe: Master, I want to be the master of the temple.

Master: You can't.

Zihe: ...

He wanted to raise his lips and smile to show that he didn't care, but his expression froze—the smile was annihilated on the way.