I, C, attend the funeral

The spiritual shed began to collapse towards the surroundings as the roof of the shed broke.

Only the cold steel support remained, standing on the ground like cold bones.

In Zhao Yin's mind, he never had time to think about Zihe's "whether the ghost can leave the body at any time", "it doesn't matter if Ding Xie's body is dead" and other content.

The time was too short, and the first reaction in the brain was to protect Zihe and not let him have an accident.

Just like when Zihe saw a person jumping from the roof, his first reaction was to jump over to protect him.

He never thought about where the person behind him would insert the murder weapon into him.

But when the person in his arms suddenly softened, his heart skipped a beat, and he was half cold.

At this moment, the man behind Zhao Yin had already raised a dagger and stabbed him in the back.

Between the lightning and the flint, an orange-brown shadow flashed suddenly, and with a 'wow', it bit down on the arm holding the dagger.

This orange-brown figure jumped up like lightning, and its movements were swift and precise.

The man who swung the dagger felt a sharp pain in his arm, and subconsciously swung his right hand violently. Although he managed to shake off the thing that was biting him, a piece of flesh and blood was torn off his arm, and there were several deep bloodstains.

Kled's four paws were firmly on the ground, he quickly turned around and was about to jump up and bite.

Zhao Yin had already reflected, he put the body of 'Ding Xie' on the ground lightly, picked up the official hammer that fell aside, turned around quickly, aimed at the man's shoulder, and smashed it down hard.

Kret was also unambiguous, kicking off the ground with his hind legs, and went straight to the back of the man's neck—the cat killed the villain, so he didn't need to be sanctioned!

……

Although Li Juanshen had longer legs than Kelie, he couldn't run as fast as Kelie.

Although Eleven couldn't go to Fuxiu Village with Zihe and the others, he asked his apprentice to drive Ke Lie over.

Almost as soon as the car stopped, Kled jumped out of the car window.

Li Juanshen was finishing his errands in the ancestral hall when he happened to see Kelie. He chased him all the way, but he was still many steps behind Kelie.

When approaching, Zhao Yin, Ke Lie and a man were fighting fiercely, and he first saw the unconscious 'Zihe' lying on the ground.

His face darkened, and he had a bad premonition in his heart, so he ran towards 'Zihe'.

Ding Xie's body fell to the ground, his eyes closed tightly, and despite the upheaval of the outside world, there was no response.

The sound of the ambulance was getting closer, and the surroundings were getting louder and louder.

Ding Yimo fell by the side of the coffin, and the scattered black cloth of the coffin half-covered him, almost hiding him.

When Li Juanshen ran over, he didn't notice Ding Yimo who was lying under the black cloth beside the coffin shed.

The fair-skinned man who was holding Ding Yimo just now saw the ambulance approaching, and went to lead the ambulance personnel over - he didn't stay in front of Ding Yimo just for a while.

When Li Juanshen ran over, no one saw it, and kicked Ding Yimo's head with his running feet.

"Hey, I...why is there someone here?" Li Juanshen found Ding Yimo lying aside.

He wanted to bend down to check Ding Yimo's condition, but the fair-skinned man had already run over with ambulance personnel and a stretcher.

When the fair-skinned man saw Li Juanshen's kick on Ding Yimo's head, he was shocked and angry.

He rushed over and pushed Li Juanshen away, and after glaring angrily, he didn't bother to scold Li Juanshen, and bent down to check Ding Yimo's condition.

The ambulance personnel rushed over to replace the fair-skinned man. They checked Ding Yimo and confirmed that although Ding Yimo was weak and might have a concussion or internal injury, he was still alive and conscious. They immediately pulled a stretcher and took Ding Yimo to the ambulance. get in the car...

Li Juanshen only paused for a moment, then continued to run in the direction of 'Zihe', watching Zhao Yin hammer the strange man to the ground while running.

He was eager to help 'Zihe' up, and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Just as he was about to touch 'Zihe''s breath, he was pushed away by Zhao Yin.

Seeing Zhao Yin grabbed 'Zihe' and squatted down to lift 'Zihe' up, Li Juanshen slightly parted his lips and blinked his eyes.

Suddenly jumping up, his eyes followed Zhao Yin's trembling hand to explore 'Zihe''s breath...

He opened his mouth in disbelief, but felt speechless.

Zhao Yin...couldn't be because he likes Zhang Zihe? ? ?

Klein stood aside, his front claws stretched out, pressing on the aorta of the assailant's neck——

Both arms of this man were smashed by Zhao Yin, the black wooden box that he held in his arms just now fell aside, and the dagger also fell earlier.

Its light golden eyes also looked at Zhao Yin.

Looking at Zhao Yin's solemn and angry face, it also felt a little terrified - Master's expression, this state, can't be...

Could it be something happened to Zihe?

Could it be that Zihe's physical body was destroyed before he could cultivate Li Gui's soul?

No...can't...

Because of worry, it couldn't control the strength of its claws well, and poked a few small blood holes in the murderer's neck in an instant.

……

……

Ding Yimo's Kuisha body was refined into a living dead, and Zihe directly sucked up the remnants of souls left in this body, rushing into it.

The cold body feeling made him feel a little comfortable, but before he could feel the comfort, he found that the brain was invaded by the cold air, and his control was a little slow for a while.

The idea of ​​wanting to possess Ding Yimo to replace Xiao Xiao's life went bankrupt in an instant.

Just when he was about to leave Ding Yimo's body and try to use the black-robed ghost state, Kelie rushed out.

Seeing that Zhao Yin's crisis was resolved for a while, he didn't worry anymore, and simply put all his energy into merging with Ding Yimo's physical body.

Only then did he feel that his head was not so dizzy, and he could control his physical body to raise his arms. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a person running over, and the next moment, he was kicked hard on the head.

This move was so vigorous that he only felt a 'buzz' in his head, and it hurt so bad that he could barely lift it up.

It was dark in front of his eyes, he tried to blink several times, but the world was still spinning in front of his eyes, there were several shadows overlapping each other.

He heard Li Juanshen's voice vaguely in his ear, and he suddenly realized who kicked that kick just now.

While fluttering on the stretcher, he suppressed the nausea, dizziness and headache, and cursed secretly:

Nim's Li Juanshen!You wait, I will come back and kick your head off!

Day...it really hurts!

what……

In the ambulance, Zihe, who was dizzy and probably had a concussion, roared all the way, getting farther and farther away from Zhao Yin and Fuxiu Village...

……

……

Ding Xie was still dead.

A soulless body, unable to breathe, cannot be rescued.

When it was sent to the hospital, it was no longer worth saving.

Zhao Yin searched Fuxiu Village for a long time, but he didn't meet anyone with a relaxed and warm smile who called him 'too small'.

Although Li Juanshen opened his yin and yang eyes, he didn't see any ghosts in Fuxiu Village.

On this day, after dark, Zhao Yin had no choice but to drive Zihe's car with Li Juanshen, and the two of them went back to the Linhai Lanwan community in Tanshan City in a cold manner.

I have never felt that when I was with Zihe before.

Today, Zihe was not here, and everyone suddenly realized that the air was so quiet.

……

The next morning, Zihe did not come back.

The next afternoon, Zihe did not come back.

On the morning of the third day, Zihe did not come back...

Zhao Yin counted the time every day, and became more and more unhappy every day.

Why didn't that guy come to him?

Put on a body that doesn't matter who it is, and come back...

What is Zhang Zihe waiting for?what are you doing?

Can't even make a phone call?

At noon on the third day, when Zhao Yin came home from school for dinner, his face was also very ugly.

This Saturday, Zhao's father had a rest, and Zhou Shan had a rare rest. Zhao's mother did not go to the company today, and dealt with things at home.

Except for Zhao Yin's third year of high school, which also has classes on Saturdays, everyone in the family is at home.

There is even a big cat, Klein, who is temporarily fostered in Zhao's house.

As soon as Zhao Yin entered, the two men and a cat in the living room looked at Zhao Yin, and Zhao's mother also poked her head out of the kitchen to peek at her son.

Sure enough, his face was still cold.

Everyone wisely chose to remain silent and didn't say much, for fear of offending Zhao Yin's nerves and making Zhao Yin even more unhappy.

Father Zhao murmured in his heart:

Is the relationship between your son and Ding Xie already so good?I don't have a smile every day...

There are obviously so many people in the room who will be panting, but it is as quiet as an empty house.

Zhao Yin didn't raise his head, changed his slippers with a cold face, and stood in the hallway for a while, distracted, before walking towards the water glass on the dining table.

Zhou Shan frowned unconsciously as he looked at his mournful look.

How long is this kid going to be so distracted?

People who die cannot be resurrected, and those who are alive should live well.

Zhou Shan originally wanted to stand up and pat Zhao Yin on the shoulder, have a man-to-man conversation with Zhao Yin, and pour a cup of warm chicken soup for his younger brother.

It happened that Zhao Yin turned around after drinking the water, and faced Zhou Shan with a condensed and unhappy face.

Zhou Shan was just about to get up, but his buttocks hadn't been raised yet. Seeing his younger brother's expression, he inexplicably felt a strong aura, which made him sit still firmly. He even turned his eyes away hastily, pretending to be watching TV.

what happened?

What is he afraid of?

The whole family has been in such a low pressure for two days, and everyone dared not speak out because they were afraid of facing Zhao Yin's cold face and making Zhao Yin sad.

After two days of resting like this, everyone was a little bit overwhelmed.

Zhao's mother was cooking in the kitchen, thinking, no matter what, she had to muster up the courage to comfort her son after the meal, but she couldn't keep being depressed like this, people still had to think about it and be happy.

Just when everyone in the room was distracted by their own thoughts, someone outside the yard suddenly rang the doorbell.

Klein, who was basking in the sun on the tea table by the French window in the living room, moved his ears and quickly turned his head to look out the window.

Zhao Yin was so excited that he didn't even think about it, he had already taken two steps, walked to the window, and looked out...

"..." Zhao Yin's eyes, which had just been lit up, dimmed again.

He was a middle-aged man, and he was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a serious face--with such an expression and clothes, he was not Zihe at first glance.

Zhao Yin stood by the window and glanced coldly outside, then turned his head disappointed, as if he was waiting for someone.

Seeing his younger brother like this, Zhou Shan had no intention of opening the door at all, so he had to get up from the sofa to open the door for the guests. When he passed by Zhao Yin, he finally patted Zhao Yin on the shoulder.

The guest outside the door was invited in, and after sitting on the sofa in the living room, he introduced himself:

"My name is Shen Yang, and I'm Ding Xie's lawyer."

When he opened his mouth, everyone froze.

Sitting next to Shen Yang, Zhao's father, who was about to entertain him, turned his head and looked at his son.

Zhao Yin finally regained his energy. He slightly stretched his thick eyebrows and looked towards the sofa.

"Excuse me, who is Zhao Yin?" Shen Yang was wearing a black suit and a plaid scarf. Under the scarf, his white shirt was faintly exposed, with a polite professional smile on his face.

Under the eyes of Zhou Shan and others, Zhao Yin replied: "I am."

"Ah, hello Mr. Zhao, here is a will." After speaking, Shen Yang stood up, walked to the dining table, nodded towards Zhao Yin, pulled out a chair and sat down, and then took it out of his bag. A document was placed on the table.

Zhao Yin tilted his head with an unpredictable expression on his face.

"Ding Xie will give away all the assets under his name, including but not limited to deposits, real estate and company shares..." Shen Yang said while spreading out the will on the table.

"It is specifically mentioned in the will that your mother can take care of the company temporarily..."

"This is the deposit amount, please check it..."

"This is a property in Tanshan City, this is a property in Shanghai Stock Market, this is a property in City B, and there is a foreign seaside villa... Please check it..."

Shen Yang had an unconcealable look of envy on his face, and his eyes twinkled like a god of wealth.

He finished introducing the content of the contract in one breath, pushed the signing pen that he had prepared long ago to Zhao Yin, raised a particularly friendly smile, and said respectfully:

"If you check and confirm that there is no problem, please sign here."

"When was the will signed?" Zhao Yin didn't answer Shen Yang's words, but asked instead.

Shen Yang immediately found the date of signing and pointed it out to Zhao Yin.

Zhao Yin's eyes drooped slightly——

It was a few days after Yifeng's accident.

That is to say, after Zihe went to Ding Xie, he went to sign the will almost immediately.

He pursed his lips, suddenly unable to express what it was like in his heart.

……

The quiet needle drop could be heard in the room.

"?"

Father Zhao sat on the sofa and didn't respond for a long time.

Holding the big teacup with his right hand, he forgot to put water into his mouth, and looked at Shen Yang in astonishment.

"?!!!"

Zhao's mother was standing at the door of the kitchen, with heat-resistant gloves on her hands.

On the capable and mature face, there was a rare expression of surprise.

Her mouth was slightly opened, and her eyes were a little dull.

"..."

Opening his mouth, Zhou Shan found that he had lost his voice.

His younger brother... can make money from love and become the richest man? ? ?

Zhou Shan stood by the sofa with his hands in his pockets, just now he wanted to persuade his younger brother not to be too affectionate.

Now, he is suddenly a little uncertain as to which one is more affectionate...

Kled scratched his ears under the sun, narrowed his eyes lazily, as if he had seen through everything.

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

It's always like this, Master always pays attention to Xiao Jiu.

And these disciples, no matter how much they care about their master...

Alas, it can't be exchanged for Master's favor.

Clay: ... (sorrowful little eyes)

【Small Theater 2】

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