I, C, attend the funeral

In the huge nanny car, the front two rows of side seats are for the staff.

The last two sofa seats facing forward are made for entertainers, they can be stretched to lie flat for resting.

There are a lot of equipment and instruments in the middle space, and there are all kinds of cameras and so on.

The current live broadcast platform makes programs, which are said to be live broadcasts, but the scripts are more sophisticated than many TV dramas.

The director, follow-up and other staff in the film crew are all top-notch in the industry.

Jia Qingjun's live horror program is called 'Exploration in Another Dimension', which means another dimension that exists in the city and has ghosts.

Although the live show is labeled as an 'entertainment show', which means it is not real, the viewers who watch it will be instantly attracted and substituted into the exquisite plot, as if they are on the scene, and almost want to take it seriously.

Of course, this is also the result of the deliberate creation of the program group. Whether it is the shooting method of the No.1 perspective or the atmosphere of the live broadcast, they are different from the normal horror elements in the past.

There are also reasons for the great heat.

Strength lies here.

Because of the heavy snow, the nanny's car didn't drive very fast. It would take about an hour and a half to arrive at the destination in the heavy snow.

The big cat that Zihe must bring sits on Zhao Yin's lap, stretching out its paws to ask Zhao Yin to touch its head from time to time.

The director raised his eyebrows and looked at this big guy. He didn't expect that he looked like a little leopard, but he was so spoiled inside.

After the car started for a while, the director handed the script to Zihe.

Zihe only glanced at it, then frowned.

This is a ghost story about serial murders. The murderer was an honest androgynous woman who was beautiful but unable to have a normal emotional life. She was targeted by an online car-hailing driver, raped and killed until she died, and turned into a ghost to kill the driver. .

And Zihe's job is to follow the prompts in the script, get closer to the truth of the matter little by little, and finally find out the environment where the woman lived before she died, and after a fight, subdue the female ghost and fulfill the long-cherished wish of returning the female ghost's corpse.

Accompanying him was an uncle with a long beard who played the role of a master.

After Zihe read it, he threw the script aside casually, and turned his head to look at Zhao Yin, who was sitting on the sofa seat next to him, holding the Yangyin coffin.

He reached out to take the Yangyin coffin from Zhao Yin's hand, and placed it on his lap.

The coolness is compelling.

Jia Qingjun took the script that Zihe threw over, tidied it up and was about to read it carefully, when he turned around, he saw Zihe holding a small black wooden box in both hands.

His brows twitched slightly, and when Zhao Yin shot his gaze, he quickly closed his eyes, pretending to read the script and turned a page.

Zihe touched the black wooden box with his palm, and the cold temperature and breath made him feel comfortable.

Gently push open the lid of the wooden box, the wood is rough, and there is a low friction sound.

It was very quiet inside the car, only the voices of the director and cameramen whispering about their work. When the wooden box rang, everyone looked at Zihe.

The director was stunned for a moment, and felt that the black wooden box in Zihe's hand was extremely dark in color. In the dimly lit carriage, it seemed like a black hole, which did not reflect any light, and was pure black.

From the point of view of the director, it is not possible to see what is inside the wooden box.

Zihe frowned slightly, the wooden box was very small, and there was neither the corpse nor the bones of the little ghost inside.

There was only one drop of something dark brown and amber stuck in the wooden box, a drop about the size of a thumbnail.

The evil spirit gathered around that drop of viscous liquid was thick and cold as if tangible.

When he brushed the evil spirits over the wooden box, he even felt his fingertips tingle.

This is not an ordinary coffin for raising yin, but a coffin for raising yin in a cadaver jar.

"What is this?" The camera sitting next to him couldn't help but poke his head out of curiosity, and asked Zihe.

Zihe raised his head slightly, and pulled his lips slightly towards the camera. The beautiful Huafan's double eyelids overlapped, and his eyes were fierce and almost demonic.

In the dark carriage, Zihe's eyes flickered, as if there was a black mist covering his face, making his facial features slightly hazy, as if another different face would appear at any time.

But his eyes were still bright, with a dark green light flickering faintly in his eyes.

The camera stared at Zihe for a few seconds, and suddenly felt terrified. He blinked quickly, pretended to rub his eyes, and looked away, not daring to look again.

But Zihe's sullen voice still came from his ears:

"This is the most sinister coffin for nourishing yin. When you look at the wooden box, it looks like a miniature coffin."

He said, and sent the wooden box to the camera.

The camera took a quick glance, and the wooden box really looked like a coffin.

He only felt that when the wooden box was handed over, at the same time, there was a faint smell on the surface. The cold feeling made him tremble, and he moved to the side unconsciously, wanting to move away from the crane.

Zihe pulled his lips and smiled, and there was a faint evil temperament in his smile.

"Did you see that bit of brown viscous liquid inside?" Zihe lowered his voice and asked mysteriously.

The voice was full of danger hints, making the backs of everyone who heard the voice feel chills.

"It's not amber, and it's not some sticky chemical.

This is a drop of corpse oil refined in a special way, mixed with special medicinal materials. " Zihe said, suddenly leaning towards the camera brother.

The big cameraman was about to get up with a frightened oops, but the director sitting on the other side of the big cameraman pressed the button to stop the big cameraman from jumping up in surprise.

Zhao Yin also pulled Zihe, and said in a low voice: "Don't scare people."

It seemed to be the owner who was disciplining his own fierce dog, his voice was both deterrent and pampering.

Zihe smiled and was pulled back to his seat. He turned his head and glanced at Zhao Yin, his eyes flickered, and he pulled his wrist out of Zhao Yin's hand.

He stroked the wooden box and said with a smile:

"What I said is true, this corpse oil is not ordinary corpse oil."

He raised his eyebrows and glanced at all the staff in the car, and finally landed on Jia Qingjun's face. He twitched the corners of his mouth and eyebrows evilly at Jia Qingjun. Under Jia Qingjun's thoughtful gaze, he raised his voice road:

"A baby girl born on a cloudy moon and cloudy day cannot see light from birth. She is raised with a corpse in a dark and humid room for 49 days. Then she is killed when it is cloudy, mixed with herbs and boiled, and only one drop is taken at the end. Corpse oil."

After Zihe finished speaking, his voice stopped suddenly, and the air in the entire carriage seemed to be several degrees colder at this moment.

He sent the wooden box forward just when everyone was nervous and depressed, not daring to breathe.

The staff sitting on both sides of the car in front leaned back in unison, dodging the wooden box in Zihe's hand.

Only then did Zihe laugh a few times in a low voice, his laughter contained in his throat, cooing, sinister like a dead man's sinister laugh.

"Finally, use the blood of the dying person as a medicine, and pass it on the drop of corpse oil. Pack it in damp wood, seal the coffin with a yin-gathering talisman, bury it in the feng shui level of the yin house, and nourish it for at least one year. Only one can be raised. The first-class Yangyin coffin...Used properly, it can help you control tens of thousands of corpse soldiers and ghost generals. Put it in the wealth gathering place of your home, it can help you generate partial wealth... Worst of all, it can also help ghosts and evil spirits. Cultivate and condense the evil spirit."

As Zihe said, he tilted his head slightly and squinted his eyes, showing a perverted and terrifying expression.

After he finished speaking, there was silence in the car.

No one dared to speak, only felt that the gloomyness in the carriage was frightening.

The thought of being in a car with such a disgusting thing made me shudder.

Everyone's face was serious, frightened and flustered, but no one dared to speak first.

On the contrary, the director, as the soul of the film crew, was the first to muster up the courage. He smiled awkwardly and said:

"Yimo really deserves to be a big star. I have to write down this content and use it in the script for his acting skills and his brain."

Zihe pulled his lips and smiled at the director, but when the director smacked his mouth dry out of fear, he averted his gaze.

Touching the wooden box with both hands, he closed his eyes, dilated his nostrils slightly, and inhaled lightly.

The world outside the car is white, and the snowflakes are still flying endlessly.

In the car, a thick black evil spirit formed into strands, slowly penetrated into Zihe's nostrils, and quickly engulfed Zihe's soul.

A memory flooded Zihe's mind, and he couldn't help sighing.

Could this wooden box belong to him too?

There is actually a wisp of his soul energy stored on it...

【Under the tallest and largest peach tree in Zixuan Mountain, Zihe refined Ziyan into a bronze armored corpse.

On this day, he suddenly understood Rong Hao's words.

Inner Demon is not an evil practice, nor is it a barrier to entrance, nor is it crazy.

It is an abyss, if you step out of it, no matter if you fall down a thousand feet or fall endlessly, you can never turn back.

This is also a kind of indomitable, no past, no memory.

Only by erasing all the warmth in the past can I not feel so painful.

Rong Hao is probably like this, write off everything in the past, and start to be another person again.

Whether it's a villain, a madman, or a madman.

Just to escape the pain, to avoid falling into the realm of demons, and unable to face the pain of the old people after making mistakes.

Zihe picked his fingers, and the bronze armored corpse Ziyan took two steps forward.

Standing in front of the peach blossom tree, he suddenly took two steps back.

The trembling started from the fingers to the whole body.

The violent trembling made his face turn pale.

He fears himself more than anything else.

The past memories should be forgotten, but those pictures are so clear.

Many years ago, on that snowy night when his master brought him out;

The elder brother pulled him out from the bushes, rudely picked off the branches and dead leaves on his body, and grabbed his hand to eat candy;

Little Eleven always followed behind him diligently, using a pair of big innocent eyes to spy on him all the time;

And master...

And master...

Master...

Just when Zihe felt unable to breathe, there was a sudden noise in the distance.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear the words 'Junior Brother Nine'...

Like being struck by lightning.

Didn't you, fellow apprentices, have discovered that he had refined Ziyan into a bronze armored corpse?

Staggering, he slowly walked towards the source of the sound, but found that the direction was far away.

on the mountain...

He walked up the mountain step by step, and the bronze-armored corpse Yan followed suit - the heavy footsteps behind him made Zihe feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

With a heartless heart, he quickened his pace and went up the mountain quickly.

When he got close to the source of the sound, he froze in place.

Until this moment, his world fell completely.

Several brothers stood outside his room door, terrified, and the moment they saw him, everyone backed away unconsciously, showing a posture of guard.

The ground at the door of the room was sprinkled with talisman paper ash, and there were dots of flames floating in the air.

Zihe was in his room, and the yin gathering array he had set up to nourish his yin body was broken.

But... how did they find out?

It's invisible to the naked eye unless...

Unless you step into the formation...

Zihe's body froze, his face black as iron - if a stranger breaks into the Yin Gathering Formation unprepared, he is afraid that his body will be invaded by Yin Qi.

There is no way out.

Is... who is it?

He sprinted forward, and when he rushed to the door, the second senior brother grabbed his shoulder——

This time, the second senior brother used all his strength, and the pain in Zihe's shoulder was unbearable.

The second senior brother who looks exactly like Zhou Shan.

"Zihe..." The second senior brother spat out these two words vigorously, with boundless resentment in his voice, as if he wanted to kill him, but he struggled so hard that he couldn't do it.

Still has a stern look, sharp-edged face, and resolute eyebrows.

Zihe turned his head slowly, met the second senior brother's eyes, and said hoarsely, "Who is...inside..."

The second senior brother clenched his teeth, his forehead was bulging with veins, his eyes were red, he wanted to roar, but he couldn't open his mouth.

I'm afraid that not only will he not be able to make a sound out of anger, but instead he will choke up.

The second senior brother looked away from Zihe's face, and suddenly withdrew his hand.

But the next moment, he was stunned for a moment - he had already seen Ziyan, with a gray complexion and white eyes.

……

Zihe pushed away the sixth senior brother, supported the door frame with one hand, and looked into the house.

The master was lying in the middle of his room, and the tea table covered half of the master's shoulders.

The wooden chair fell to the side, one hand was stretched out on the ground, the fingers were weak and loose, showing that its owner had lost his life.

The master and the table covered the upper body of the fallen man, but Zihe recognized the exposed leg and the pair of gray cloth trousers on the leg.

He gripped the door frame tightly with his fingers, his fingers deeply embedded in the wood.

The sinister aura in the room had dissipated when the formation was broken, but the body of the fallen man was still covered with a layer of black aura.

Those who die when they hit the yin and kill the body with evil spirit will be sealed by the evil spirit, and the body will not rot or become stiff, and it can move when exposed to light-if it has not been burned or destroyed after a hundred years, it will become a big murderer.

The master lying on the ground pressed the talisman paper on the forehead of the eldest disciple Zhang Zishen, rubbed the seven orifices with incense ash, and sealed the three veins with dog's blood.

After finishing all this, the master turned his head and saw Zihe standing at the door.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Those eyes, which were exceptionally clear in the past, seemed to be a little more condensed.

Zihe felt his heart was being twisted like a knife, as if all the oxygen in his body had been sucked out.

His hands trembled unconsciously again.

Outside the door, the voices of several senior brothers called Ziyan's name one after another.

The master got up and hurried to the door. He passed by Zihe without even looking at Zihe.

Zihe knew that Master would definitely hold Ziyan's shoulders and examine Ziyan's body.

He didn't dare to turn his head, and didn't dare to face the eyes of the brothers behind him.

He staggered into the room, shrugged his shoulders, lowered his head, and looked at the eldest brother who fell on the ground.

The once open-minded and open-minded person now has a lifeless face, with a black air lingering on his baby face that can't go away.

Zihe supported the tabletop with one hand, clenched his teeth, his cheeks puffed up, his lips gradually turned white and then blue.

The eldest brother was holding a stack of yellow paper in his hand.

In the morning, Zihe said that he had no talisman paper.

Eldest brother said he has a lot, let me go to him to get...

There was buzzing in his ears, as if there were many, many people making noise around him.

His body was hot and cold, and he had already progressed in the cultivation of corpses, and black evil spirit lingered around his fingertips.

At this moment, his mind was in turmoil, and the wisps of sinister energy were traveling eastward and westward, appearing equally manic.

Next, the master took away the elder brother and went to the Fengshui treasure to raise the corpse and protect the soul, so that he can enter the cycle of reincarnation normally and be reborn as a human being.

Ziyan's bronze armored corpse was locked on the top of the mountain.

Zihe was locked in his room, and Zhang Chenyang arranged a trapping dragon formation outside the house - this feng shui formation, as its name suggests, can trap even dragons, let alone Zhang Zihe.

This formation can only be solved outside the house, but it cannot be broken inside the house.

The entire Zixuan Temple was shrouded in fear and grief overnight.

The brothers and sisters passed by Zihe's room, some of them stopped, with different expressions;

Some passed by in a hurry, not daring to look at them.

People are panicked and gloomy.

On the third night, I don't know who solved the dragon situation outside the formation.

Cloaked in the darkness of the world, Zihe stepped out of the room where the elder brother was buried.

At the same time, Ziyan's bronze armor corpse disappeared. 】

……

The snow outside the car window was still heavy, and the cold wind was particularly rampant at night, and howling ghosts and wolves raged throughout Tanshan City.

The car was parked outside the Sunshine Flower City Community. An hour ago, the police had already conducted a full round of searches inside and outside the community, and even questioned several houses where people still lived.

No one has seen Zhou Shan.

Several plainclothes were still lurking around, and it was extremely difficult to stay in the camp in the heavy snow, but no one left.

A nanny car has arrived first, carrying the 'Master' and other staff members.

Live broadcast in heavy snow, everyone is fully armed.

The director got out of the car first, and when communicating with the producer in another car, the other party was a little worried:

"There was a plainclothes interrogation just now, saying that this place is not safe, I hope we can stop filming."

"Everything is ready, and the actors are in place. And there is a surprise, the trending 'God's heart is Zhao Yin' is also here. It has to be broadcast, so get ready."

The director looked up at the sky, the snow was falling a little, and it might stop in a while.

He stood outside the car, and began to arrange for the staff to participate in the ghost play or create an atmosphere.

What is the figure standing in the dark, what is the sudden sound of footsteps, what is the inexplicable cold wind...

In the car, Zihe was not ready to get out of the car.

His eyes were in a trance, he took a deep breath, and stroked the Yangyin coffin in his hand.

This wooden coffin was made by him using a drop of blood that his elder brother dropped in his house as a primer.

Many raw materials were provided to him by Rong Hao before.

Zihe, who has completed his soul cultivation, can leave his body as a ghost at any time, but it is difficult to attack humans without relying on a physical body-karma is locked in his body, and he can't do the things that low-level ghosts do. , Eating raw souls indiscriminately will not work.

Now he, using Ding Yimo's body, can already start to cultivate his body, and the evil spirits that he inhales will all act on his body through the power of his ghostly soul.

But now, he has absorbed the evil spirit condensed on the Yin Yang coffin, and his soul has become stronger.

The fingers of the physical body were covered with a layer of black evil spirit, which persisted.

Although no one else can see it, since then, this physical hand is indestructible and indestructible.

But Zihe couldn't experience the powerful physical body for a while. He stroked the Yangyin coffin repeatedly for a while, then suddenly took out his mobile phone, took a photo of the Yangyin coffin, and sent it to Li Juanshen:

[This is an evil weapon made with the blood of your previous life as an introduction. 】

[? 】Li Juanshen replied in seconds.

Zihe looked at the question marks typed out by the other party, feeling sore and bored in his heart.

The dull pain of being unable to breathe made him bite his lower lip, a little out of his wits.

He simply picked up his phone and did not reply to Li Juanshen's details.

Afterwards, the phone vibrated intermittently, and Zihe ignored it.

Fortunately, although Li Juanshen should be the reincarnation of the elder brother, he has not awakened any memory of his previous life from the beginning to the end.

Otherwise, how would he face...

Zhao Yin beside him was carrying his schoolbag, jumped out of the nanny's car and pulled the door, then turned around to look at Zihe, looked at Zihe's face with concern, looked at Zihe's expression, and said in a deep voice:

"Get off."

Zihe looked at Zhao Yin, and couldn't help but think: Is my little brother the reincarnation of Master?

After all, they look exactly the same.

Moreover, Rong Hao asked him to ask Zhao Yin about his physical body. From this point of view, Zhao Yin and Zhang Chenyang's reincarnation should not have escaped.

It's a good thing... Xiao Xiaoming didn't recover the memory of his previous life, otherwise... he would definitely hate him.

The word 'disgust' suddenly appeared, and Zihe felt a thorn in his heart.

He tried to provoke a smile and jumped out of the car.

The cold wind blew in, and Zihe shivered unconsciously.

Zhao Yin immediately caught his little reaction, and stretched out his hand to help Zihe tighten the scarf naturally.

The big cameraman in the distance immediately raised his camera and took a picture of this wordless but warm scene.

Zihe felt Zhao Yin's tenderness, but his heart became more and more uneasy.

Is Zhao Yin the reincarnation of Zhang Chenyang?If so, in case Zhao Yin regains the memory of his previous life one day, will it be...

Will he lose the warmth of his life, the friendship of his life?

He was stuck in his throat, unable to speak, and the pain in his heart seemed to be about to evaporate.

Zhao Yin found that Zihe seemed to be distracted all the time.

Ever since he handed over the Yangyin coffin to Zihe, the other party has become a little strange.

Did Zihe recognize what this thing was?

Thinking of the process of forming the Yangyin coffin, Zhao Yin suddenly felt uneasy. He reached out and rubbed Zihe's short hair, and said with a sneer:

"I'm going to go in and look for someone in a while. You've been distracted like this, are you planning to hold back?"

Zihe looked at Zhao Yin as if complaining, but with really worried eyes, he wanted to smile and say, "What if you are in danger by yourself?"I can't do without Lao Tzu. ', but the mouth moved, and the one who finally spoke was:

"It's so small, tell me, is it true that people's nature is hard to change?"

Is it possible for someone who has done something wrong to be forgiven?

Can I pull myself out and forgive my past, and really start over?

Zhao Yin didn't expect Zihe to ask such a question suddenly for no reason, and after turning his mind, he probably understood why Zihe asked such a question.

This guy...does he remember many things from his previous life?

How much did he remember?

He also had doubts about this.

But seeing Zihe, who has been guided by Xiaoshi for a hundred years and has become very different, he feels that he has got the answer.

He wants to say something to Zihe, but he hasn't revealed his secret of restoring his past life memory yet, and if he talks too much, it will be a flaw.

Originally kept secret, just worried that Zihe would blame him...

Blame him for not teaching him well, not protecting him well - he brought Zihe out from Rong Hao, but in the end he just gave Zihe a fantasy dream.

Maybe it exacerbated Zihe's pain.

After all, Zihe's fate is advancing bit by bit according to Rong Hao's plan.

Zhao Yin also had too many things in his heart, and the regrets of his previous life also made him a little uncertain.

But thinking about the opportunities in this life, these precious time, Zhao Yin was unwilling.

The master-student relationship made him have to maintain a single face in the last life, facing every apprentice.

He hid himself and only tried his best to play the image of Master.

Sometimes, more than others, he may want to forget the past.

Forget the days when I had to be a 'master', and the days when I lived for many years with Zihe's dead body.

They haven't seen each other for a long time, Ding Xie died, Zihe entered Ding Yimo's physical body, and left him for many days.

It was not easy to meet each other, but happened to meet Zhou Shan.

In past and present lives, many, many emotions are mixed together.

Missing, remorse, taboo, helplessness, grief, despair, loneliness...

Suddenly, Zhao Yin looked sadder than Zihe.

He took a step forward, did not answer Zihe, but suppressed his excitement, and gently split his movements into slow motion.

Then, he hugged Zihe, supported the back of Zihe's head with one hand, and pressed him on his shoulder.

He stretched out his other hand, wrapped his arms around Zihe's back, and patted him lightly.

Just like that, while patting his back and rubbing his head, Zhao Yin whispered as promised:

"How can there be any nature? It's just a reaction to fate and stress."

Zihe was pulled into Zhao Yin's arms, leaning against his warm and firm body, his head suddenly became a little confused, what's going on?

What is Zhao Yin saying again?

"Stress response?" Zihe repeated in a dull manner.

"If you are treated badly, you will probably become a very bad person. Now that you are by my side, who treats you badly? How does Ziyan treat you? How does Chen Ju treat you? How does Li Juanshen treat you? how are you?"

Zhao Yin's voice was buzzing, resounding right next to Zihe's ears, like talking in a dream, like singing softly, with a spiritual penetrating power, which made Zihe a little drunk.

"We treat you so well, so you are naturally a good person. What's so hard about this?" Zhao Yin's words seemed to be vague, but the meaning was very clear.

Those who can understand will naturally understand.

Zihe was hugged so comfortably that he was about to fly, and the gentle and unnegligible force on his head made him feel a little sweet in his heart.

"Small, if you keep hugging me like this, I will fall in love with you."

He was so happy to be hugged that he almost forgot his dark memory just now.

"Didn't you already declare to the whole world that you love me?" Zhao Yin sneered, and slapped Zihe's back hard with his big hand, "Poof!"

Zihe screamed when he was beaten, so he wanted to push Zhao Yin away and talk to him.

Zhao Yin clasped his arms together and clasped Zihe completely, leaving him no chance to break free.

Zihe's mood gradually calmed down, and all the depression just now was swept away. Under Zhao Yin's strong restraint, he couldn't help but smile with his lips pulled.

This is really like a child, the mood is like the sky in March, it will rain for a while and it will be sunny for a while, and it will change as soon as it changes.

He rested his chin on Zhao Yin's shoulder, and saw the cameraman a few steps away who was desperately trying to snap a picture.

He suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth with a smirk, and when the brother cameraman was found secretly taking pictures and was feeling a little guilty, Zihe held the hand on Master's waist and slid it onto his butt.

He scooped up a handful with all his might, and said with a chuckle, "It's cocked!"

Zhao Yin's backhand hit Zihe's head with two big chestnuts. He pushed Zihe away and stared at him through gritted teeth.

It seemed that he hated iron but could not become steel, but his eyes softened into a tender soup.

……

A few steps away, the cameraman filmed this scene completely, and suddenly turned his head to look at the director——

The filming has not officially started yet, is it so passionate?

Are we a ghost-hunting show?Why do you feel like you're a little bit off track?

And... Even if this tm is filmed, can it be broadcast?

The author has something to say: Zhou Shan is the reincarnation of the second brother~