I, C, attend the funeral

Zihe raised his head and met Zhao Yin's gaze.

In these deep black eyes, there is a complex light shining.

The mouth can lie, but the eyes can't.

Even if a person's emotions are deeply hidden in his heart, it is difficult to hide everything between two people who often get along.

Sensitive people will always see clues in the details.

Zihe suddenly raised a smile towards Zhao Yin, sweeping away the confusion and depression just now.

Under Zhao Yin's concerned eyes, he returned to his heartless appearance.

Looking back on those memories of Rong Hao, those years with Zhang Chenyang day and night, and his care and jealousy towards Zhang Chenyang... Unfortunately, at the top of the cliff, Rong Hao failed to really push Zhang Chenyang down the mountain.

And...don't dare to watch the sun rise and set...

Zihe suddenly had an idea and thought to himself:

Does Rong Hao, a bastard, have a crush on Master Zhang Chenyang?

Then, because Zhao Yin and Zhang Chenyang looked almost exactly the same, was Rong Hao sent his love?

If you think about it this way, everything makes sense!

Zihe nodded secretly: Did Rong Hao want to drive a wedge between him and Xiaodie, so what did he say to make him ask Xiaodie about his physical body?

He also said that he was eccentric!

That's right!

Rong Hao can't let Rong Hao get his way, he Zhang Zihe is smart, he will never be fooled!

It doesn't have to be Zhang Chenyang. Besides, even if the master is reincarnated, didn't he still drink Mengpo soup.

Worst of all, even if it was Zhang Chenyang who happened to recover the memory of his previous life, then if he didn't say anything, there must be a reason for him.

Zihe absolutely believes in the little one.

and……

Although he really wanted to return to his Hanba physical body to show off his might, but...

He blinked his eyes and looked at Zhao Yin's face who was burning with anxiety because he didn't answer, it was so pretty...

If it doesn't work, just find another pure yang body and refine it into a Hanba corpse from scratch.

Anyway, it is very difficult for others to collect Yin evil energy, but it is easy for him. Now he is holding a lot of it in his right hand, and he can't eat it all, and he can't use it up.

Or, just find a similar physical body for Xiaodie, transfer the soul of Xiaodie to the new body, and then, hehehe, he cultivates the body of Xiaodie into the body of Hanba, and he uses it!

Thinking about it this way, everything is over.

It doesn't matter if the little one hides his Hanba body.

That's not right...why did Xiao Xiaoming hide his body?What is the reason?

Could it be... because I like him so much, so I kept it hidden and kept it?

If this is the case, did Zhang Chenyang also like Zhang Zihe in the previous life?

Hehehe...

Wait, why did he use 'also'?

Zihe's thoughts drifted farther and farther, and the more he thought about it, the more far-fetched he became.

But his expression became less and less gloomy, and even more joyful.

Zhao Yin's originally worried eyes gradually became confused.

He tugged Zihe's wrist, and patted Zihe's cheek with the other hand, won't this fool be in a nightmare again?

No...it's impossible to have double-layer ghosts...

After being slapped on the face by Zhao Yin, Zihe finally came to his senses.

He pulled back all the messy thoughts, and said with a smile: "Rong Hao put a piece of his memory in the nightmare, can you believe it? This pervert actually pulled out a trace of his own soul energy in order to make me enter the nightmare. He's a tough guy."

He is sincerely moved.

Zhao Yin was stunned for a moment, "A memory of Rong Hao?"

Zihe nodded, "It's a long story, let's talk about it after we leave here."

This is not a place to talk, there are dangers everywhere, especially...they haven't seen what's in the coffin yet!

Zhao Yin pursed his lips and took a deep breath, resisting his curiosity and worry, and nodded.

He finally took a deep look at Zihe's face, and confirmed that the kid was fine, the depression and sadness just now had disappeared from his eyes, replaced by a familiar smile.

Only then did he feel relieved, turned around to face the coffin whose lid he had pushed open, and took a step towards it.

Since the opening of the coffin, the whole coffin has been very quiet, and there was no movement for a while.

Zihe followed Zhao Yin one step at a time, concentrating on staying side by side with Zhao Yin.

When the two walked to the coffin, Zhao Yin lit a match, and the moment the flame ignited, he threw it into the coffin.

The flash of light allowed the two of them to see clearly the situation in the coffin.

The coffin has no bottom, and the ground has been hollowed out. There is actually a tunnel here.

Zhao Yin frowned, and immediately picked up his mobile phone and sent Zhou Shan a text message to send someone over.

When Zhao Yin was sending a text message, Zihe probed into the coffin.

He held up his mobile phone to illuminate the bottom of the coffin, and suddenly frowned. While looking around, he said to Zhao Yin:

"There seems to be a... 1, 2, 3..."

There is a tunnel down to the left of the coffin, and in the rectangular space directly under the coffin, there are several small earth bumps on the soil—these small mounds of dirt were not formed by accident when the tunnel was dug.

Zihe counted one by one, and finally counted 9 small mountain buns.

Every three mountains are wrapped into a semi-ring, and 9 mountain bags are arranged in waves, forming a——

"It's the Nine Rings Yin Sha Land!"

After he finished drinking, he quickly looked up.

It was dark inside the coffin, but there were four talismans vaguely pasted on the four corners above the head.

This feng shui bureau is insidious and ruthless. If the yin evil spirit is involved, the life-threatening pure yang body will be close to the body. I am afraid that the soul will be shattered.

Zihe walked up to Zhao Yin in one step, took Zhao Yin's hand and pulled it out.

Zhao Yin had just finished sending the text message and wanted to go to the coffin to take a closer look, when suddenly Zihe stopped his hand, which was cold and soft.

You can see Zihe's anxious expression when you lower your head and lower your eyes, but he didn't move. With a strong effort in his hand, not only did he not be dragged away by Zihe, but he was pulled back.

"?" Zihe turned his head, his eyes widened, looking anxious.

Zhao Yin stared at his face, countless anxious and disturbed moods were suddenly soothed and docile at this moment.

"I have protected you for so long with all kinds of care, but I can't capsize in the gutter and let you be invaded by Yin Qi here! What are you dawdling about? Go away! Let's get out first!"

Seeing Xiao Yaoming's immobile appearance, Zihe jumped anxiously and put his hands together, just like a child who wants to drag his parents to take him out to play, ready to drag Xiao Yaoming out.

Zhao Yin finally said: "When I came in, I saw four talismans above my head, and I set up a Feng Shui combo of 'leading the wind'."

After finishing speaking, he pulled his right hand out of Zihe's hand, borrowed spiritual energy from the Exterminate Official Hammer, and changed hands to squeeze a hand formula.

Immediately, he flicked his fingers towards the three balls of chicken blood glutinous rice that he had just placed on the ground.

A golden glow exploded between the three balls of bloody glutinous rice, and countless light golden air currents circulated like the wind, rushing eastward and westward, igniting the evil spirit that was about to move around——

Inside the spirit shed was like fireworks, where the light golden air flowed, small balls of flames exploded from time to time.

It's just that when the evil ghost energy was burned, the coffin shed didn't get warmer, instead it became colder.

"Amazing! My little one can predict everything like a god!" Zihe raised his head and watched the ghostly aura around him being blown up. While feeling distressed, he couldn't help feeling emotional.

Zhao Yin's feng shui bureau that attracts the sky must be connected with the feng shui bureau he set up outside the ancestral hall of Fuxiu village.

This arrangement envelops both the ancestral hall and the mourning shed in the same righteous soul formation, and has the effect of a game in the game.

He blinked and looked at Zhao Yin with admiration.

But doubts emerged in my heart: When did young people become so powerful?

Didn't you know how to pinch your hands before?

Are you practicing hand kneading every night without sleeping?

It's Xiao Shishi or Ke Lie, who has given Zhao Yin a little trouble?

Just as he was wondering, without waiting to think deeply, there was a sudden sound outside the coffin.

The two turned their heads at the same time, and stared at the door suddenly——

Zhao Yin instantly raised the official hammer in his hand, and stepped forward, ready to go.

Zihe's eyes were like lightning, his right hand was clenched and held in front of his chest, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The man who broke in suddenly confronted these two people as soon as he entered the coffin shed. One of them seemed to have a black mist around his body, and there was a faint green glow in his eyes, which was chilling.

The other one was not much better, holding a huge hammer in one hand, and his gaze was like a sword.

His throat choked, and he took two steps back trembling with fright.

But the next moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the tall man lying at the door of the mourning shed, and his heart skipped a beat.

He forgot all his fears in an instant, he shouted "Yimo!", and rushed towards Ding Yimo who was lying on the ground.

"?" Zihe was stunned for a moment, what's going on?

"..." Zhao Yin also frowned.

The man grabbed Ding Yimo's arm, and seeing that Ding Yimo couldn't wake up, he immediately felt that it was the two 'murderers', Zihe and Zhao Yin, who knocked Ding Yimo to the ground.

He raised his head and stared at the two of them fearfully. Although he was afraid, he held back. While dragging Ding Yimo away with all his strength, he yelled loudly:

"I have called the police, and the police have already rushed over from the ancestral hall. You...you can't escape..."

Seeing that the man's body was not permeated by the ghost's evil spirit, Zihe knew that he was a normal person, so he sized up the man's facial features.

This person is not low in height, about 1.8 meters zero, with star-like eyes, especially fair skinned than a woman, and looks very delicate and handsome.

Seeing him desperately wanting to save Ding Yimo, I think he has a very good relationship with Ding Yimo.

Zhao Yinzihe and the two helplessly looked at the white man's anxious face, frightened and hurriedly dragging him, and they were about to leave him alone. Several people hurried over.

When the fair-skinned man saw Zhou Shan and other policemen, as if he saw the backing, his fear was reduced by half.

He stopped dragging Ding Yimo, and directly dragged Ding Yimo to the door of the coffin shed, took out his mobile phone and dialed 120, while staring at Zihe and the others warily.

As a result, the scene he was expecting that the police would push the 'murderer' down did not appear. Instead, Zhou Shan rushed to the 'murderer' Zhao Yin with a concerned look, and asked nervously, "Are you okay?"

He also reached out and patted Zhao Yin's shoulder, and looked at Zhao Yin's front, back, left, and right sides.

"Hey! If you care about it, you care about it, don't touch it!" Zihe stretched out his hand to push Zhou Shan's hand away, and said displeased.

Zhou Shan turned his head and glanced at Zihe, then asked, "Where is the tunnel?"

"It's just below here." Zhao Yin pointed to the underside of the coffin.

"Both of you, go down and have a look. Follow me around to find an exit." Zhou Shan looked at the direction of the tunnel, and while arranging manpower, he communicated and dispatched more policemen to help.

Zhao Yin pinched four talismans and gave each of them one.

Only then did Zhou Shan lead his men and soldiers into two groups, each busy.

After Zhou Shan and the others had left, Zhao Yin and Zihe headed towards the four corners of the spirit shed - they had to tear off the four talismans.

Zihe turned his back to Zhao Yin and took two steps, when he suddenly heard movement above his head.

None of them thought that people could be hidden on the roof of the coffin.

A spiritual shed supported by cloth, even if it has a steel and iron frame, it is easy for people to ignore its supporting power.

So much so that when the man cut open the roof with a knife, held a black wooden box in one hand and a dagger in the other, and rushed towards Zhao Yin, both Zihe and Zihe were caught off guard.

Zihe almost didn't even think about it, turned around and rushed towards Zhao Yin——

"careful!"

When Zhao Yin suddenly turned around, he didn't see the person who was rushing towards him, but was thrown into his arms by Zihe.

After catching Zihe who was 'throwing himself into his arms', he saw the man behind Zihe.

That man was going to stab Zhao Yin's back with a knife, but Zhao Yin was thrown back a step by Zihe, so he failed to stab Zhao Yin's back with the knife.

But he didn't fail this time.

Zhao Yin stared, and he saw the blood stains on the dagger in the man's hand, dripping to the ground.

With a chill in his heart, he hugged Zihe with both hands and touched the opponent's back.

wet tentacles!

startled.

Zhao Yin looked up and saw that man stepped forward, and he wanted to make another knife on Zihe's back.

It was too late to drag Zihe back, he suddenly folded his arms and hugged Zihe tightly in his arms.

Turning one foot, exerting all his strength, turning around, he held Zihe in his arms, and handed his back to the man holding the knife.

The fair-skinned man kneeling beside Ding Yimo at the door watched Zihe and Zihe scramble to protect each other's life with their body as a shield.

He looked at it in astonishment, and he was completely dumbfounded by the sudden change.

Sigh and surprise.

……

Zihe was held in Zhao Yin's arms, and he was dumbfounded.

At that moment just now, he was stabbed in the back, and felt the loss of strength and vitality - the knife was probably stabbed in the back of his heart.

With a flash of his eyes, he instantly thought of Ding Yimo, whose soul was destroyed at the entrance of the coffin and turned into a living dead.

Originally, he thought that Lihun would fall onto Ding Yimo's body in an instant, but Ding Yimo was already dead anyway.

He was going to tell Zhao Yin at the last moment, so as not to change his body, and if he couldn't adapt well and couldn't wake up immediately, Zhao Yin would be anxious again.

But holding Zhao Yin, before he could speak, he was suddenly turned around by Zhao Yin...

He completely forgot what he wanted to say, and the moment of crisis was delayed for a moment, and the opportunity to speak was gone.

He only felt his heart beating, not because of the danger, but because of the deadly embrace.

Powerful and warm.

Zhao Yin seemed...as if he was going to rub him into his chest with all his strength, his arms tightened vigorously, his palms pressed against his back, and he was stuffed into his arms.

Zhao Yin didn't want his life anymore... He just hugged him tightly in his arms.

He couldn't even push Zhao Yin away - this guy seemed to have made up his mind to die for him.

The long years, the long past and the present...

For the first time, Zihe's heart felt hot and cold, and he stretched out his hands, and he also hugged the terribly small waist.

It was too late to tell the other party the whereabouts of his soul, the moment he embraced the little deadly with both hands, the soul of the black-robed ghost rushed out——

He wanted to rush into Ding Yimo's body before his life was hit, and then use Ding Yimo to replace him.

Every second counts, his soul is flying, and his body is like lightning.

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Rong Hao: Do ​​you think that all the things and people you like are also liked by others? (snorting coldly)

Zihe: Of course. (Of course)

Rong Hao: Then do you think that people all over the world want to compete with you?

Zihe: Oh, it makes sense... (sudden sense of crisis arises)

Rong Hao: ...

Volume [-] Big Star · Let Yourself Go Free