I, C, attend the funeral

Zihe's clenched fists turned white from too much force.

Now, although he is still just a remnant soul, with a body possessed and controlled by him, he has nothing to defend himself, and his combat effectiveness may not be high, but in order to protect his pure Yang body... he can still fight.

As long as... as long as his life is not threatened, he will not escape!

Thinking of this, he stared nervously at the shadow's every move, held his breath, his complexion swollen and he didn't pay attention.

The black figure walked straight to the boy's bed before stopping. The next moment, he stretched out his hand towards the boy.

As soon as Zihe supported the window frame, he was about to jump in the next moment and fight to the death with the black shadow.

But the black shadow muttered: "Why don't you sleep with the bedroom door closed, and the quilt not covered... If I didn't come back late from work today, the gust of wind would definitely blow your mouth and eyes."

While muttering, Hei Ying pinched the quilt and pulled it up, covering the young man's beautiful body tightly.

Zihe, who was about to jump up while leaning against the window, hurriedly withdrew his hands, and then flashed back behind the curtain.

Following the gap between the curtains, he finally saw clearly that the black figure was a man in his early twenties. He was a little scruffy at this moment, probably because of a tiring day, and his hair was curled up here and there.

Who is this man?

It doesn't look very similar to a boy, his eyebrows are long but shaved, not like a boy's thick eyebrows.

Although his nose is straight but somewhat hooked, and his lips are thin, he can be considered handsome, but he is far different from a boy, and he can't match "exquisite" or "beautiful" at all.

Zihe looked at the man with disgust.

This man is sloppy, don't let his pure yang body be spoiled, he doesn't pay attention to his appearance!

Just as he was thinking, the man suddenly looked towards the gap in the curtain as if he had discovered something keenly.

Zihe hurriedly dodges, jumps and jumps a few times, and then runs out of the yard.

The man slightly opened the curtains and looked outside. The Labrador raised by the family lay prone in the yard, neither barking, nor running or jumping - why is he so good today, he didn't even wag his tail at him when he came back.

The man was confused, but seeing the dog obediently, there was no response, and the yard was quiet without any strangeness.

He muttered, 'In the future, we'll install anti-theft windows', pulled the curtains tightly, and then walked out of the bedroom, helping the boy close the door.

After the man left the bedroom, the boy lying on the bed moved slightly, as if he was not sleeping well.

Turning over, the boy touched the gap above the pillow above his head and between the head of the bed and the pillow. After touching the things placed there, he finally felt relieved and fell into a deep sleep again.

……

……

In the second half of the night, the Zixuan Temple was brightly lit.

Some policemen searched the mountain comprehensively, while others rushed into the temple to search in detail.

Many Taoist priests, big and small, were overwhelmed with gratitude—the people’s police were so touching, they lost a wine jug, and almost all the police officers in Tanshan City were dispatched to search and find it.

The old temple master, Chen Gun, had a gloomy and dignified expression on his face.

Surrounded by several police officers, an old policeman who seemed to have a high position walked into the main hall of the temple, followed by a man in black plainclothes.

The man was wearing a hat that covered half of his face and a mask, making it impossible to see his face. Only his long eyes were shining sharply.

The old policeman is over half a hundred years old, but he is still upright and energetic.

As soon as the two walked in, the expression on the face of the old temple master Chen Gun became even uglier.

He wasn't as naive as those idiots and grandchildren, he really thought that these policemen fought so hard to help them find things in Zixuanguan.

He stretched out his hand to signal the old policeman to sit down, and the other party was not polite, and sat directly opposite the square table.

"My name is Tang Zhenhai, and I'm the chief of our Tanshan City Police Department."

Chen Gun nodded, didn't say much, and didn't introduce himself.

Thinking that the other party will come, he must be very clear about his identity.

"Chen Guanzhu, what exactly did you lose?" Tang Zhenhai didn't talk nonsense to Chen Juan, and straight to the point.

All the police officers stood guard in the yard when Tang Zhenhai came in, only the tall mysterious man in black plain clothes stood behind Tang Zhenhai.

Chen Gun looked at the two people on the opposite side, and with a wave of his hand, he sent out all the Taoist priests around him.

"Is there something wrong with the person who came to steal the jug?" Chen Gun was not polite to Tang Zhenhai either.

According to his guess, since even the chief of the city police station was alarmed, if the other party didn't know the origin of the flagon, it must be the person who came to steal the flagon, or the person behind the scenes who sent those thieves to steal the flagon. Big question.

Tang Zhenhai didn't hide anything, and he didn't take Chen Gun for a fool. He nodded decisively, but didn't reveal too much.

Chen Ju didn't ask any more questions, he sighed, and under the gaze of Tang Zhenhai and the black plainclothes, he said in a heavy tone: "The flagon... is the most dangerous weapon..."

Tang Zhenhai and the black plainclothes frowned together, and they looked at each other.

"Can you be more specific?" Tang Zhenhai asked.

Chen Ju shook his head, "Right now, the most dangerous thing is the nuclear bomb, right?"

Tang Zhenhai nodded.

"Then this thing is probably as powerful as a nuclear bomb...or even...maybe even more dangerous. Just look at that thing..." After Chen Yu finished speaking, he fell into deep thought.

The centuries of preaching and preaching have been earnest and persuasive, but I don't know if it has any effect.

If it is still like it was more than a hundred years ago...

The bloody storm, now, who can stop it...

Neither Tang Zhenhai nor the black plainclothes seemed to have imagined that the jug was not an antique property, but a big killer.

The two looked at the helplessness and despair revealed by the old temple master's dark complexion, and their eyes also turned cold.

The outdoor breeze stirred and rolled into the main hall.

When the black plainclothes frowned and pursed his lips, his thick beard was exposed outside the mask.

Looking at the eyes exposed outside the mask on the face, it turned out to be one of the four people who came to steal the jug before: Li Juanshen.

Tang Zhenhai and Li Juanshen couldn't find out what was in the flagon in the end.

Is it a virus?

Or some terrible weapon?

The old temple master was also vague and unclear.

When leaving, the black plainclothes left only one sentence: The four people who came to steal the flagon all died, two died in the temple, and two died on the mountain.

The flagon was missing.

——This is an order from the top to the bottom.

When going down the mountain, Tang Zhenhai asked Li Juanshen why he concealed the truth from the old temple master.

Li Juan thought for a while, and then said: "Not only did I say this to the old man, but also the news tomorrow. The man named Qian Shen escaped with the flagon. I don't know what he is planning. Tomorrow you send a team Someone should keep an eye on the broker who contacted the four thieves to see if Qian Shen has any contact with the buyer."

"En." Tang Zhenhai responded.

"If Qian Shen contacts the broker, we will abandon Qian Shen and follow the broker directly to find the buyer behind the scenes." Li Juanshen's tone was firm and logical:

"If Qian Shen wanted to take the jug privately and had other ideas... Then, the only ones who know where the jug is going are you and me. Even the buyer behind the scenes doesn't know where the jug is going. In this way, the initiative is completely It is in the hands of the police. At that time, I will keep a close eye on Qian Shen to see if Qian Shen wants to find a buyer in private, or... has other plans."

Tang Zhenhai nodded again and again, and responded one by one. The dignified chief of the Tanshan City Police Department seemed to obey Li Juan's words.

It's night, under the surface of many seemingly small waves, it seems that there are countless huge waves and deep-sea monsters hidden, just about to move, waiting for an opportunity——

Breaking through the waves, stirring up the wind and clouds, making this world uneasy.

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The sun rises in the east, and the faint light shines on the earth, and people gradually wake up from their sleep.

A peaceful night, for them, today is no different from the past.

Last night, dark clouds rolled over the sky, and the sky shone with evil light. The only evil spirit in the millennium re-entered the world, and the dark clouds scattered all over the sky.

Everything seemed to dissipate in the first rays of dawn.

Silently, it becomes a secret that belongs only to the night.

Zihe stood on the stone platform by the sea, raised his head and squinted slightly, watching the sunrise in the east.

That egg yolk-like circle dispelled the darkness, broke the white misty sky, and dimly lit up the whole world.

It's amazing.

That small ball can illuminate such a big world.

He stretched himself, stood in the morning sea breeze, admiring the scenery of the first sunrise over the East Sea after his resurrection.

When the cleaners get up early to clean up the garbage, the morning news is on the mobile phone on the waist:

"Last night, an antique chamber pot was lost in the Zixuan Temple in the south of Tanshan City. Four thieves died strangely on the mountainside inside and outside the temple. The antique disappeared. The police revealed that the case is unknown and is still under investigation. Based on the existing information, it may be a vicious criminal case of theft and murder caused by antiques."

"It's a flagon!" Why did it become a chamber pot in the news?angry.

Zihe scoffed lightly, the news is really random.

Moreover, why are the four thieves all dead?

He borrowed the "money gentry" of the flesh, so he "live well".

And that Li Juanshen, didn't he kill him too?

The cleaner who was cleaning nearby heard Zihe mutter, and raised his head and cast a curious look at him.

Zihe pursed his mouth and stopped muttering.

The cleaner swung his broom and picked up a piece of advertising paper. The sea breeze picked it up and floated for two steps before landing at Zihe's feet.

He glanced down and condescended to bend down to help the cleaner pick it up.

Just about to throw it into the garbage truck pushed by the cleaners, I saw the writing on the paper:

Lucky house for rent + sale

The first floor of a small high-rise facing the sea of ​​180 ping, with a courtyard, the courtyard door faces the sea.

Room 6, Building 0602, Linhai Lanwan.

Selling price: 600w.If cash can be delivered at one time, only 500w cash will be sold.

Rental price: 7000/month, move in with luggage, minimum rent for one year, rent needs to be paid in full for one year.

Contact number: 139xxxxxxxx

Holding the piece of paper, he turned his head and looked at the row of small high-rises behind him.

Room 6, Building 0602, isn't it the next door to the boy's house?

Why don't you rent it to live there?

The cleaner next to him still wanted to get the advertising paper in his hand, Zihe smiled and said, "I want to use it."

The cleaner looked up at this strange young man who got up early in the morning, stood alone by the seaside watching the sunrise, was dressed in black, and was still dirty with either grass leaves or mud. He pouted and pushed the garbage away. Che continued to work for his own livelihood.

Zihe didn't know that he had become a strange person in the eyes of others, so he took out the wallet in his pocket, opened it, and there was only more than 800 yuan left in it.

Turning on the phone again, I recalled the bank card password of the physical Qian Shen, and logged in to the Bank of China app to check the balance, and there were only more than 3000 deposits.

really poor...

No wonder you want to do that kind of stealthy business.

To get the money right now, unless he went to meet the people who hired them to steal the jug and sell it to a middleman.

However, the flagon is his property, and he will never give it to others.

Neither sell nor give.

Zihe found that he had a strong desire to possess what belonged to him.

The desire to possess from the depths of his soul made him feel that he would never let go of 'anything that belongs to him'.

So, I am short of money right now, but I have to find other ways to make money.

Standing on the stone road by the sea and thinking for a while, after sifting through all the memory information left in Qian Shen's brain, Zihe suddenly had an idea.

Strolling out of the Lanwan community, when he walked out the main entrance, the guard looked at the swaying Zihe several times, only to think why this handsome young man was so embarrassed.

However, because Zihe walked too confidently, with the determined look of a resident here, the guard swiped the access card for him when he was going out, and opened the door politely to say hello.

Zihe was in a good mood, and was very satisfied with the guard's performance, so satisfied that he almost raised his hand to touch the guard's head.

Thankfully he held back.

I really learned a bad habit from the old Guanzhu—every time the old Guanzhu was in a good mood or satisfied with his flattery, he would reach out and touch the top of the wine pot, just like touching a person's head.

Thinking of this, he secretly made up his mind: I will never let anyone touch my head in the future!

Finding a small shop in an alley, he ordered everything that looked good in the shop, and then tasted the same thing.

Like a soil turtle who has never seen the world, he is intoxicated by everything he eats.

It greatly satisfied the vanity of the owner of the breakfast shop, and at the end of the checkout, he even gave Zihe an unprecedented [-]% discount.

It's really fun to be a human being, no wonder so many animals practice desperately, and would rather give up becoming powerful ghosts and ghosts than become weak human beings with a limited life span of decades.

Then, he made an appointment by phone with the landlord of the 6nd room in Building 2 of Linhai Lanwan Community. He politely communicated with him about his willingness to rent a house, agreed to pay the money and turn the keys in the evening to sign the contract, and even treated the landlord to a meal of Xinjiang big plate chicken.

Then I happily took a taxi and went straight to the antique market in Tanshan City.

What he is going to is not the kind of antique shop with a magnificent facade - this kind of shop has the eyes of master masters, and it is basically impossible to encounter such things as picking up things.

Zihe got out of the taxi, strolled straight to the street stalls.

In the afternoon, these stalls were only sparsely opened, and a large plastic sheet was spread on the ground, which was a dazzling array of stalls.

There are all kinds of antiques and antiques you can imagine.

Is it real?Don't force it, if you like it, the price is right, and you can make it work.

Most of the people who shop here are just looking for fun, and they don't dare to think about picking up things.

Zihe was different. He had his hands behind his back, imitating the old man in front of him, who was strolling around rubbing two walnuts with a dull oil film in his hands, walking by these stalls, carefully looking at every small object.

Occasionally squatting down, picking up something, and looking it over carefully in his hand, but always put it down in disappointment when the stall owner warmly introduces it.

These things are just old-fashioned things, and they all glow with the light that metal materials should have.

He walked straight for most of the street, and finally squatted down again in front of a small stall.

The stall owner was lazily sitting on his pony chair, with one leg bent and the other stretched out, holding a cigarette butt that he had smoked a long time ago in his hand. I was in a daze.

He made no secret of his neglect of life, and the appearance of eating and waiting to die.

Zihe raised his head and glanced at the stall owner, seeing that the other party didn't even look at him, he searched by himself.

His eyes finally fell on a small knife without a sheath lying randomly in the stall, and in the next second, he stretched out his hand and pinched the knife without hesitation.

And when he picked up the knife, the old man who was walking in front of him also squatted down, and was about to get the knife, but Zihe snatched him first.

The uncle withdrew his hand, squatted on the side, and looked at the knife with his hand.

But what Zihe saw in his eyes was different from that of the uncle.

He doesn't know anything about antiques, but he can see a faint green light floating on the periphery of these ancient objects—ancient objects often contain some evil spirits, either from the resentment of the former owner, or from ancient tombs. Evil spirits are either some soul energy or spiritual energy gathered in the world by chance and coincidence for a long time.

Zihe held the small knife in his hand, rubbing the rust and rough age deposits on the handle with his thumb.

Then a happy smile appeared on his face, this residual evil spirit, you don't need to know its name, and you don't need to scare it, just suck it.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, brought the knife to his face, and took a deep breath.

A faint green light turned into a small smoke, which was sucked into his soul and quickly devoured and absorbed.

At the same time, the little finger of his ghost's right foot was gradually covered in blood.

And the uncle squatting next to him anxiously wishing to grab the knife, looked at Zihe in a daze.

What is the professional skill of appreciating antiques?

— By smelling it? ? ?

The author has something to say:

【small theater】

Zihe: This body is satisfying at first glance!

Zihe: He looks good, and his figure is not bad.

Zihe: A little thinner.

Zihe: I don't know if he is healthy or not. He should go for a physical examination.

Pure Yang Boy: ...

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ps Broker: A person who introduces transactions to others and earns commissions from them.Wang Po, who helped Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian connect, was also a broker.

ps Duoshe: Generally speaking, it is a term used by immortals, powerful characters such as cultivating immortals and demons, killing your will, taking away the control of your physical body, turning into you, is taking you away.Don't be afraid, it's all fiction!