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Zhao Yin held down the coffin lid with one hand, and after a few seconds, the coffin returned to calm.

It seemed that the collision just now was just his hallucination.

The fingertips were slightly numb, Zhao Yin curled up his fingers and touched the palm of the coffin lid, only to feel the chill creeping into the skin.

"Press the lid of the coffin, but don't push it away." He instructed Zihe, turned around and walked to the door of the coffin, and placed three piles of glutinous rice by the door.

Chicken blood and glutinous rice are made into three balls, three sticks of incense are inserted, and two candles are placed on the side.

Then, he stood up and went to the door of the mourning shed, pulled a piece of talisman paper, pulled out a trace of spiritual energy from the hammer with his fingers, and injected it into the talisman paper so that the talisman paper would take effect.

After the talisman was pasted on the door of the coffin, he walked to the center of the coffin, bent down and placed a gossip card on the ground.

After doing all this well, he turned around and saw that Zihe was standing obediently beside the coffin, pressing the lid of the coffin with one hand, just watching his movements, and not messing around.

Only then did he smile slightly, seemingly relieved.

Walking up to Zihe, he reached out and touched Zihe's head, and said softly, "Good boy."

The fingertips are the soft hair of the other party. Zhao Yin can't help but think of Zihe's appearance and hair in the previous life.

In his mind, Zihe appeared in front of him in his original form, if he reached out to touch Zihe's hair...

It's a pity that after Zihe grew into a teenager, he never had the chance to reach out and touch it until...

Recalling the events of the previous life again, Zhao Yin took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his emotions so that the tense emotions could be calmed down.

……

Zihe blinked his eyes, only to feel that the young man in front of him pretending to be old...a little bit familiar.

The weight of the other party's weight on his head caused him to be in a trance for a moment.

That wonderful feeling, like...

Pampered?

It seemed that at the beginning, he was the one who was protecting the little girl.

This silly kid in middle school knows how to be reckless with a hammer.

But since when... Zhao Yin suddenly became domineering?

It's not just that he wants to rush forward in a daze, but he really has the ability to understand everything, think through everything, and handle everything.

So, he seemed to gradually get used to walking beside Zhao Yin, becoming a ghost protected by Zhao Yin and willing to obey Zhao Yin's arrangement.

It seems that... I have really become a little obedient?

Could it be that this woman's body will soften his soul?

Thinking of this, Zihe felt a little awkward.

It's better to change to a physical body quickly, he is really afraid that one day he will suddenly become awkward, and he will twist his buttocks when he walks...

Just as he was thinking, Zhao Yin's words suddenly came from his ear, interrupting his thoughts——

"Take a step back." Zhao Yin had already walked to the coffin and said.

Zihe followed suit.

There was a vague cold air swimming around the coffin shed, and there was also a bubbling black air from under the feet from time to time, and then quickly penetrated into the ground.

Zhao Yin looked around for the last time to make sure he didn't miss anything, so he pressed his hands on the coffin lid and pushed it hard.

There were no nails on the coffin, and as the young man pushed vigorously, a deep and hoarse voice of "crack" rang out in the ears of the two of them, and the coffin lid moved forward in response—it was pushed open just like that.

A gust of cold air suddenly emerged from the coffin, Zhao Yin dragged Zihe with one arm, and took two big steps back before stopping.

The light in the coffin seemed to be a little darker, and after the coffin lid was pushed away, there was no movement inside.

No one sat up suddenly, and no machine shot.

But it was the deathly silence that made people even more frightened.

Fear was brewing in the hearts of the two of them, and even though they had skills, they still felt a little terrified.

Zhao Yin clenched his fist and loosened it, loosened it again, and after a few deep breaths, he gradually recovered a little calm.

The sense of fear was slightly suppressed, he clenched the hammer with his left hand, and slowly moved a step towards the open coffin.

And from the moment the coffin lid was pushed away, Zihe has not moved.

He was pulled back by Zhao Yin and moved mechanically.

At that moment, neither of them noticed that the cold air coming out of the coffin instantly burrowed into the ground against the coffin body.

Then, the cold air suddenly rose, directly following the soles of Zihe's feet, and penetrated into his body.

The soul of the black-robed ghost is extremely powerful, and whenever there is an ownerless evil spirit around him, it will surround his soul.

If you encounter evil spirits that contain evil spirits, you will automatically absorb them.

So, the moment the cold air penetrated into Ding Xie's body, Zihe's soul moved - he directly absorbed the cold air into his soul and became nourishment.

But in this cold air, there is not only evil spirit, but also a remnant soul that once belonged to someone else——

It used to be hidden under the spiritual shed, but now it is entangled in the cold air.

It doesn't belong to any Feng Shui formation, so Zhao Yin didn't find it.

It wasn't aggressive either, so Zihe patrolled around and didn't see any evil spirit that could be called a hidden danger.

But it is obviously not accidental that this remnant soul is lurking under this coffin.

But someone did it on purpose.

Zihe's eyes were dull, and the dim environment made his expression less conspicuous.

At this moment, he absorbed that wisp of remnant soul, and all the memories belonging to that remnant soul emerged in his mind——

[Tianshi Zhang accepts apprentices, no matter rich or noble people, or beggars on the street, as long as he looks right, he may bring them back to the mountain.

It is a very honorable thing for the family of this era to have one of the three sons of the eldest son of the Rong family selected by the Celestial Master.

Rong Er can't be ranked high or low in the family, his father never raised him like a big brother, so he is not strict on weekdays.

But Rong Er was not happy, because he didn't get as much attention from his father as his elder brother.

Because of the second line, he is not like his younger brother, who has received the most love from his mother.

He is neither the most capable nor the weakest in the family—he is envious of the strength of the eldest brother, and envious of the softness and favor of the third brother.

At the age of 6, he still has no name.

Until he was selected by the Celestial Master, he suddenly received everyone's attention, and the whole family finally turned around him.

After this time, he never returned home.

The path of practice made him part forever from his once mundane family.

Zhang Tianshi hadn't taken any apprentices for many years, so when Rong Er went up the mountain, there were no senior brothers around his age.

Almost all of the master's energy was spent on his own cultivation and on him.

Until one day, the master traveled down the mountain and brought back a little junior brother,

From that day on, he lost Master's attention.

The little junior brother is better than him in everything and overwhelms him in everything.

Sometimes, standing in the corner, he couldn't help thinking, it would be great if the little junior could suddenly disappear.

However, the little junior brother has not been able to disappear.

Two years later, he and his younger brother dug out bird nests together and were fined and locked up.

On the edge of the cliff, they stood side by side watching the sunset and sunrise.

He rehearsed in his mind all the time, stretching out his hand to push the junior brother off the cliff.

Two days later, they left the cliff, and the junior brother followed behind him.

He didn't do anything, and he couldn't enjoy the sunset and sunrise on the top of the cliff, and the sky was full of colorful clouds.

A few years later, he responded to the demons in his mind and practiced the way of hungry ghosts.

When he fled down the mountain, the junior brother chased him down the mountain, held a sword and asked him where his Taoism was.

He replied: "I just want to be unique in this world. Since there is a master, brothers and you on the righteous path, then what's the point. I might as well enter the realm of hungry ghosts. I am the only one, and being the king of ghosts is also very prestigious."

He saw the little junior brother was confused, and then smiled and said: "Go back, Zhang Chenyang, you don't want to kill me, and I don't want to kill you either. Why don't you just let this go."

Turning around in embarrassment, he heard the voice of his junior brother behind him:

"When we meet again, we will turn against each other, and I will not keep you again."

Let's see if you can kill me!

……

The flames soared into the sky, burning the entire village, making him feel hot all over.

He didn't retreat at all, but squinted his eyes slightly to enjoy the scorching heat.

Holding a little boy by the hand, the little boy was trembling uncontrollably, but he still smiled and said:

"Open your eyes and look at this place. It's all burnt out. You don't have to worry about coming back in the future. All kinds of mortal worlds are boring and ruthless. You follow me from now on. I will teach you the longevity technique and bring you by my side. With you alone and no one else."

He lowered his head and saw the little boy biting his lip stubbornly, a childish but too beautiful face, which was scorched red by the fire.

There was clearly fear, grief, and tears in Xiaotong's eyes, but everything was choked in his throat and pressed down in his heart.

What a stubborn kid.

Back in the Hungry Ghost School, he burned all the six apprentices he had accepted before, and sent them to the real Hungry Ghost Way, so that even if they entered reincarnation, they would not be able to be human again.

Being a human is the most boring thing.

He pressed Xiaotong and sat beside him, watching the other senior brothers burn to death.

He said: "From now on, you will be my only apprentice."

There are no seniors, no juniors, a unique apprentice.

The little boy still just gritted his teeth, closed his mouth tightly, and did not speak.

Even the emotion of fear was suppressed in my heart, and I didn't want others to see it.

Xiao Tong is a unique genius, what Rong Er wants is such an apprentice.

In the entire Hungry Ghost Dao sect, there is only one master and one apprentice.

No one needs to be jealous of anyone else, and no one needs to feel resentful or suffer because of being left out or neglected.

He kept telling Xiaotong that there is no meaning in living in this world unless you are unique.

Either kill everyone else, or... why don't you know yourself.

This is his inner demon, and he tells the little boy about his inner demon day after day.

He taught children how to kill people, how to suck living souls, how to use evil spirits, how to set up insidious situations, how to repair corpses into soldiers, and use them for themselves...

The little boy learned everything very quickly, but he didn't speak.

Sometimes, Rong Er sat on the top of the hill and wanted to watch the sunset, but the sun was just setting, so he closed his eyes.

Sometimes, Rong Er sat on the top of the mountain and wanted to watch the sunrise, but the sky was only slightly brighter, so he turned around and went down the mountain, and returned to his house before the sunrise.

He wanted to see the sunrise and sunset, but he didn't want to.

……

One day half a year later, Zhang Chenyang came up the mountain.

It was the first time they saw each other after a farewell.

As the younger brother said, when we meet again, we will not be brothers, but enemies who meet in battle.

The little junior brother snatched away his apprentice.

He took a shoulder fire from his junior brother.

Is it worth it for both of them?

……

Sitting on the ruined mountain after the duel, he looked at the lush greenery in the distance below the mountain, sat on a bench that could still sit, and pursed his lips quietly.

Originally, he wanted to name the boy Rong Hao.

It sounds like a good name, but unfortunately, he is the only one left on the whole mountain now.

Since Xiaotong doesn't want to be called by this name, from now on, he might as well be called Rong Hao.

Rong Hao, it's really a good name.

Tolerate awe-inspiring righteousness, and stand upright throughout your life.

That day the mountain was burnt to dilapidated condition, Rong Hao sat on the bench and watched quietly.

From time to time, he pulled his lips and smiled, no joy, only a bit of sarcasm.

A few years later, he knew that the boy had a name, Zhang Zihe.

On the Zixuan Mountain, after walking nine, he became a little apprentice who couldn't get up and down in the Zixuan Temple.

...]

The memory ended here, and there was still a chaotic darkness in front of Zihe.

The evil spirit surrounded his body, and it was rare that he shrank a little because of the cold temperature.

He took a deep breath, and the cold air rushed into his throat, which hurt.

The gloomy atmosphere in Rong Hao's memory made his chest feel oppressed, as if he couldn't breathe.

I feel depressed.

He stretched out his hand as if he had touched something, but the black mist in front of him was only slightly turbulent and could not be pushed away.

He seemed trapped in chaos, unable to move his feet.

A kind of despair that he might not go out forever gripped his heart.

He breathed hard, thinking in his mind that Xiao Yaoming was still facing unknown dangers alone in the coffin shed, he couldn't stay here, he wanted to go out to help Zhao Yin!

Thinking of this, he struggled to lift his feet.

The chaos in front of him suddenly fluctuated, and vaguely, there seemed to be a figure shaking, slowly approaching.

The man stopped a few steps in front of him, his tall figure was wrapped in the darkness, he couldn't see clearly, but he was indeed a person.

The man stood there for a long time, so long that Zihe's patience was exhausted, and he almost asked loudly who he was.

That person finally opened his mouth, but it was Rong Hao's voice:

"Are you looking for your Hanba body, Zhang Zihe?"

His voice is always slow and methodical, as if it is always full of gloomy emotions.

Zihe frowned and stared at the black mist in front of him, kept his mouth shut and didn't speak.

Just like when he was a child, he always kept silent when facing Rong Hao who was still his master.

Rong Hao seemed to have never expected Zihe to respond, he continued to speak coldly:

"Your Hanba's body is not with me."

"I want to know where it is... Heh, why don't you ask the boy named Zhao Yin next to you?"

What do you mean?

Zihe frowned, he tried his best to clear the black mist in front of him, wanting to see Rong Hao's expression at the moment.

What does Rong Hao mean by this?

What is asking Zhao Yin?

Does Zhao Yin know?

impossible!

If Xiao Xiao knew about it, why would he keep it secret?

Does Rong Hao mean master?

But isn't even Master's relic hidden in Tanshan City by Rong Hao?

"What do you mean by that?"

Finally, with anger in his heart, he asked suddenly.

The moment he opened his mouth, he waved his hand forward in an attempt to push away the black mist, but was suddenly grabbed by someone.

There was a sudden pain all over his body, a pain in his forehead, and the pain in his eyes was unbearable, forcing him to close his eyes.

"Zihe!" Suddenly someone called him, it was Zhao Yin's voice.

The sound was getting closer and closer, until the hand holding his wrist gradually became warm——

He regained consciousness, and could feel the human warmth conveyed by the hand that was holding him.

Opening his eyes again, he saw Zhao Yin's eyes were red and his face was pale with anxiety.

"Zhao Yin..." He murmured and looked away, as if he didn't understand why.

"You have been dragged into a nightmare." Zhao Yin's voice was still hoarse and his tone was unstable, showing his guilty conscience.

He beat Quantum Crane up and down, wanting to make sure that Zihe was okay.

Zihe also followed Zhao Yin's gaze to look down at himself, but saw that his hands were covered with corpse spots——

Rong Hao's soul energy penetrated Ding Xie's body and was absorbed by him.

The soul energy of another ghost who practiced the way of hungry ghosts was so sinister that Ding Xie couldn't bear it with his physical body.

Thinking back to what Rong Hao had to do to set up this trick... Enduring the pain, this man pulled out a trace of his own soul, and set up this tricky trick.

It was just to draw him into the nightmare and show him this memory that originally belonged to Rong Hao.

Has this person become numb with the pain?

Unexpectedly, he could even do such a thing as pulling out his own soul energy.

Zihe closed his eyes forcefully, only feeling a chill in his heart.

The lingering depression and pain when he was immersed in Rong Hao's memory still lingered in his emotions.

And... What did Rong Hao mean by what Rong Hao said at the end about his physical body?

He lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes slowly moved up from his open palm, and finally fell on Zhao Yin's big hand holding his wrist.

……

Zhao Yin lowered his head slightly and looked at Zihe's face. He was holding Zihe's arm, which was slender and cold.

Just now he lit a spiritual energy on Zihe's forehead, burned Zihe's fierce ghost, and then awakened Zihe——

Thinking of the painful expression on Fang Zihe's face when he entered the nightmare, he still felt uneasy.

At that time, Zihe's expression was filled with pain——

It seemed as if she was about to cry, but she pursed her lips tightly, trying to pretend nothing had happened.

Stubborn, desperate and sad.

At that moment, Zhao Yin felt helpless that he couldn't do anything.

This helplessness made him taste despair.

bitter.

Extreme emotions make him also chaotic and extreme.

He frantically thought:

If all his blood is donated, Zihe can wake up;

If you use all your real fire, you can make Zihe wake up;

in case……

He recalled the last time of his last life, his yearning for every minute of every day—like yearning for spring water in a dry desert.

That longing, tormenting him, stepped on the verge of death every day.

Life is better than death.

He wanted to hug Zihe hard, even... He almost bowed his head towards Zihe, wanting to prove Zihe's existence through some extreme contact.

This man, still with him, alive, would open his eyes, would speak to him.

He didn't know if this was the inner demon on his way of asking, he almost gave up his reason and fell into the sea of ​​pure emotion.

Biting the tip of his tongue, he gradually calmed down. He pulled the blazing aura on the Extinguisher's Hammer, which was the most effective against ghosts and evils, and woke Zihe up.

Thinking back on the thoughts and struggles in his heart in just a few minutes, he still feels afraid.

If I fail to regain my rationality and wake up Zihe...

Suppressing the stabbing pain in his heart, he took a deep breath, tried to maintain a calm tone, and asked Zihe in a low voice with concern:

"In the nightmare, what did you see?"

His voice was soft and cautious, as if he was afraid of asking...something that would make Zihe sad and afraid.