I, C, attend the funeral

"I have a way to break the opponent's game." Zihe stood in the dark, but he was not at all restrained, and he didn't look like a cameraman looking around, with his head and shoulders shrunk.

He stretched his limbs with a leisurely posture, as if he had returned to his home field, free and easy.

Zhao Yin frowned, "What way?"

"Well...you'll know in a while. But..." Zihe hesitated.

The camera buddies also turned their attention, 'Ding Yimo' What are you doing?

How did you do it... It seems like you are going to make big news?

And, somehow, a little panicked?

Thinking in this way, the two camera brothers pointed the cameras they were carrying to Zihe's face—supervising him.

"What?" Zhao Yin held the hammer of exterminating officials in his left hand, feeling a little inexplicably uneasy.

In the past, Zihe had to deal with a flying Yasha, so don't be too easy.

But what should Zihe do now?

"Promise me first that no matter what I become, you will treat me the same way you treat me now, and it will never change." Zihe suddenly stretched his eyebrows and said solemnly.

"What will you look like?" Zhao Yin didn't answer immediately, but asked in a clever way.

What is this guy going to do again?

If you want to take risks, you might as well wait until later.

"Don't mess around!" Zhao Yin said worriedly.

"I don't care, you swear first." Zihe frowned slightly, looking serious, and asked Zhao Yin to swear to the sky.

Looking at Zihe's appearance, Zhao Yin suddenly smiled.

In the past, Zihe would never do such a thing.

Live like a child.

"No matter what you become, my attitude towards you will not change." Zhao Yin suddenly cleared his throat and said seriously.

Standing in the dark, his surroundings were illuminated by the light of the flashlight.

That incomparably handsome face had a solemn expression at the moment, as if talking about the most sacred and sincere oath.

The night wind is like a ghost, whizzing against the ground, rolling the trouser legs of the cameraman, making people feel as if thousands of ghosts are clinging to the ground and pulling your trouser legs.

The big cameraman stared at Zihe and Zhao Yin while not daring to move his legs because of fear.

"..." Zhang Peng felt dazed. Who is he?Where is he?Why do these two people seem to suddenly switch channels to act in a romantic drama?

"..." Zhao Xiaoneng's eyes widened, he kept looking around, feeling flustered in his heart.

Have 'Ding Yimo' and Zhao Yin been possessed by ghosts?

What does tm say about jb in the place surrounded by corpses to swear or not to swear, to change or not to change?save us pleaseCan you spare us?

Trembling.

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Seeing Zihe's terribly small appearance, he was a little touched, but also a little sour.

More apprehensive and helpless.

But... this is also a matter of time, and there is no way to avoid it.

It's just that he didn't expect that the corpse would be repaired into a flying yaksha so soon, let Zhao Yin accept that he would eventually become the corpse king and corpse god.

Zihe felt a little shy when he saw the terribly small oath being made so rashly.

Zhao Yin didn't know what he was going to see at all, it might be too early to say what he said now would not change.

With a wry smile, Zihe still opened his mouth and said, "Give me the Yangyin Coffin."

Zhao Yin pursed his lips and glanced at Zihe, but he still took out the Yangyin coffin from his schoolbag.

Only then did Zihe hold it in the palm of his hand, when footsteps suddenly sounded in the distance.

The hearts of the four trembled at the same time, and two flashlights and two cameras shot towards the sound of footsteps.

"?" Li Juanshen saw Zihe and the others from a long distance away. After all, in the dark environment, only Zihe and the others had light.

Suddenly dazzled by the flashlight, Li Juanshen pushed his hands forward to block the incoming light.

But he didn't stop, he only shouted loudly: "It's me."

Zihe saw clearly that it was Li Dabeard, and suddenly smiled, "Our courier has arrived."

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Li Juanshen was still not used to the handsome and tall man in front of him being Zhang Zihe.

In his eyes, Zhang Zihe was either a young man with no shape, or a funny young woman with no femininity.

But suddenly he turned into a superstar who is almost 1.9 meters tall, has exquisite looks, exquisite hairstyle, and is so handsome...

The contrast is a bit big.

Not used to it.

But in the bitter night wind, he didn't have much time to adapt to Zhang Zihe's new body.

"It will hurt a little, are you afraid of pain?" Zihe and Li Juanshen stood side by side, facing the 'kite' in the darkness ahead.

"I'm not afraid..." Li Juanshen replied with a solemn expression, but resolutely.

"Hmm...it may be very painful." Zihe's eyes turned to Li Juanshen beside him, feeling a little unbearable.

In his previous life, he had made senior brother suffer, but in this life, he still has to cheat Li Juanshen. He also has a conscience.

"It's okay." Li Juanshen's brows were also furrowed. He took a deep breath and looked at the black kite-like soul-calling flag flying in the wind in front of him, feeling heavy.

Originally thought that the Hungry Ghost Dao in Tanshan City had been completely wiped out, but after they ran over, the cult made a comeback again.

I don't know if the game this time was set up by Hungry Ghost Daobu.

In this community, so far, 5 people have died...

It hurts...just hurt, bear with it, we have to deal with it!

Maybe, in case... there are still people alive, if we really wait until tomorrow, it will definitely be hopeless!

Especially... Zhou Shan hasn't been found yet, and this night has passed, who knows if it will...

"Maybe there will be a memory lost." Zihe added, licking his lips.

"Please do it quickly!"

Li Juanshen finally couldn't take it anymore.

No matter how good Zihe's ability to endure is, Zihe's repeated sentences will be too tortured.

In the darkness, the five people seemed to be standing on an isolated island, isolated from the world and surrounded by darkness.

Except for the wind, there seems to be only boundless silence.

The camera brother swallowed, sweating coldly, but still persisted.

The most dedicated camera in the world is probably nothing less than this.

With life, and my own worldview, I am working on adventures.

At this time, the dark clouds seemed to become thinner, and the moonlight shone faintly, making the world a little brighter.

But in such a misty world, there are suddenly many shadowy things, which are hard to recognize, standing still in the darkness, like countless ghosts, staring at you.

It makes people feel even more flustered.

In the lens of the camera, Zihe took out the Yin Yang coffin.

The black wooden box is emitting cold air, the black wood is opaque and does not reflect light, which makes people feel extremely evil.

As soon as the Yangyin coffin was taken out, there was a connection with Li Juanshen.

It proves that Li Juanshen is indeed the reincarnation of the elder brother, there is no mistake.

Zhao Yin stood two steps away from Li and Zhang who were standing opposite each other, pulling the two cameramen back two steps.

Zhao Yin held the hammer tightly, and held the flashlight in the other hand, watching the changes around him from time to time, guarding Zihe to prevent him from being disturbed and affected when he was doing things.

Everyone could see that Zihe seemed to be about to do something extraordinary.

Especially when he and the bearded man were standing together, facing each other, and holding up the wooden box...the atmosphere of what kind of ceremony was going to be held was too strong.

The audience in the live broadcast room held their breath.

They stared at the screen nervously, worried that they would miss some key shots by blinking;

I was also worried that this was a trap by the director. When everyone was concentrating and holding their breath, a grimace would suddenly pop up on the screen, scaring people so that they couldn't take care of themselves.

Many people covered their faces with their hands, but their eyes were wide open, staring at the wooden box in the hands of 'Ding Yimo' on the screen from between their fingers.

When Zihe opened the wooden box and reached out to grab the wooden box, everyone was surprised when they saw a visible black fog.

[Fuck?And special effects? 】

[The current technology can already support special effects in seconds during live broadcast? 】

【How did you do it?Is it magic? 】

Just as everyone was feeling emotional, Zihe reached for Li Juanshen's forehead with the other hand.

When Li Juan frowned deeply and was sweating nervously in the cold weather, Zihe's fingers trembled, and he began to pull it out slowly and hard.

"Ah..." Li Juan couldn't help but let out a hoarse roar in his deep throat, as if he was trying his best to endure something.

Everyone who could see the live broadcast clenched their fists and felt great pain and fear.

This sense of fear does not come from the dark environment, ghosts, and corpses, but from the concern and worry for Li Juanshen.

【What an acting skill... I was really shocked!Who is this bearded man!I c...]

【Oh my God, looking at the expression of this bearded man, I'm sweating, I feel sore! 】

[Oh my god, I was pinching the computer desk, my fingers were white, and I didn't even notice.So nervous! 】

[Fuck, it hurts like hell... This person's acting skills are exploding! ! 】

In the tense mood of everyone, a few seconds seemed to be extended to infinity.

Everyone felt like they were sweating, tense, and holding their breath, fearing that something might happen.

But after taking a breath, Zihe quickly withdrew his hand, and pressed the invisible white air into the Yangyin coffin.

Li Juanshen took a step back, while Zhao Yin stepped forward quickly, while supporting the opponent's shoulders, he dragged Li Juanshen back three or four steps before stopping.

The next moment, he pulled out a piece of paper talisman, pulled out a sliver of aura from the hammer, poured it into the paper talisman, bit his finger, and a little crimson penetrated into the paper talisman. The paper talisman hit Li Juanshen's forehead.

The next moment, the paper talisman turned into flying and disappeared quickly, but the nourishing power contained in the paper talisman had been poured into Li Juanshen's soul, nourishing his damaged soul bit by bit.

"How do you feel?" Zhao Yin asked in a low voice.

"It's okay." Li Juanshen blinked, feeling as if someone had pulled out a tube of brain in his head with a needle, and the pain was overwhelming.

But the pain disappeared in an instant, and at this moment, it felt as if it was just a dream.

He rubbed his head, he didn't feel anything anymore, and he didn't seem to have lost any memory.

Seeing that Li Juanshen was fine, Zhao Yin breathed a sigh of relief.

Cameraman Zhang Peng watched Zhao Yin take the paper talisman in one go, as if he was practicing every day.

This... This person's method is a bit professional.

The camera buddies didn't have time to sigh with emotion for too long. What he saw in the next scene would completely change his outlook on life.

Until the moment they died, they couldn't understand what they had seen.

The Yangyin coffin suddenly began to spit out black air continuously.

The black evil spirit was as cold as a refrigerator opened to the lowest level, and the black smoke bubbling into mist condensed around Zihe's body.

Soon, the mist gradually condensed again, as if it had become a liquid rolling in the air.

This black and cold mass did not overflow outwards, but instead surrounded Zihe all the time, gradually enveloping him.

The evil spirit was still emitting from the Yangyin coffin, and the thick Yin energy shrouded in the distance around the soul-calling banner also seemed to have sensed it, and began to gather towards this side.

Zhao Yin dragged the two camera brothers and hid all the way to the side of the building, where he had to stand shoulder to shoulder with a pair of naked corpses.

Several people leaned against the wall, afraid of the rope tied around the corpse, pointing to the top of the head - no one knew what was there.

The sense of crisis suspended above everyone's heads made them extremely tense.

Visible black air from all around continued to gather into the yin-raising coffin held in Zihe's hands, and invisible evil air brushed off the camera brother's shoulder and rushed towards Zihe, leaving only a chill.

Those visible or invisible evil spirits, yin qi, and evil qi gathered into the Yangyin coffin, turned into black gas, and rolled into the thick black mist around Zihe.

The black mist should have gathered more and more, but instead it continued to be just like that—as if... Zihe's body was constantly devouring and digesting the black mist.

Of the four people watching at the scene, no one made a sound.

The audience in the live broadcast room may also guess that this is a wonderful special effect, or magic.

But the few people at the scene watched all this happen, and knew clearly that there was no equipment around to create black mist, and there was no so-called magic.

Just like those corpses, although weird and terrifying, they are real.

Cameraman Zhao Xiaoneng even held his breath. He didn't know what kept him from fainting. He was probably in his thirties, past the age at which he could faint.

He gritted his teeth and leaned against Li Juanshen unconsciously. When he felt Li Juanshen's strong shoulders, he felt more at ease in his heart.

At such a moment, Zhao Xiaoneng thought in a daze: I don't know how many nightmares I will have in the future.

When the black mist finally dissipated, the Yangyin coffin in Zihe's hand seemed to fade a little.

With his back to several people, he wiped his fingers in the Yin Yang coffin, and stuck a little blood on his fingertips.

Everyone noticed at this moment that the originally fair skin of 'Ding Yimo' turned dark, as if it was covered with a layer of gray dead air.

Zihe turned his head slowly, and after spotting Li Juanshen, he flicked his finger, and the blood spot rushed towards Li Juanshen in an instant, and in the next instant, it melted into Li's bearded brow, leaving only a faint trace of blood there. Pale blood-colored imprint——

In the years to come, this touch of light red, like a birthmark, accompanied him all his life.

And the light red between the eyebrows makes the delicate appearance with a little baby face closer to the cute doll in the New Year picture.

After this bloodstain melted into Li Juanshen's soul, some pictures, though vague, appeared in his memory for no reason.

Many things from the past and present life gradually merged to form Li Juanshen's new memory.

While the bearded man was immersed in the sudden memory of his past life, the eyes of the other three fell on Zihe's face.

Just like his hands, the original white color was covered with a layer of gray lifelessness.

Although there were no corpse spots, the pale and somewhat gray face still made people feel that they were facing a corpse when they looked at him.

Zhang Peng tremblingly glanced at the other three people standing beside him, full of desire to escape from this neighborhood.

He didn't want to ask 'what happened? ''how so? ''What's happening here? ''Am I crazy? '...

He didn't want to ask any more questions, he was tired.

But what other people can't see with their naked eyes is the evil spirit that lingers around Zihe's body, as if sticking to him——

What he has cultivated is only the Flying Yaksha. Although it is a very powerful corpse, he still can't draw in the evil spirit.

It's just...he's afraid that he can't touch the deadly little one casually. Now he is full of evil spirits, he is like a great evil walking on the road, and he is afraid that he will rush to the pure yang body of the deadly little one.

In such an environment, Zihe couldn't control himself, and what he was thinking in his heart was: he had to hurry up and cultivate himself into the corpse god of Hanba, but to reach that point, it would not be as easy as cultivating Flying Yasha.

If he wanted to find a way to gather another soul fire, he had to have a better corpse—Ding Yimo's body, Flying Yaksha was the limit of his practice.

Without a mirror at hand, he doesn't know what he looks like now.

I'm afraid the complexion will not look good, are the eyes not so clear and bright?

Ugly or not?

With an uneasy mood, he looked at Zhao Yin. He was worried that he would meet a pair of disgusted eyes, but when he looked over, he fell directly into Zhao Yin's dark but warm pupils.

What Zihe didn't know was that Ding Yimo was already good-looking, and he had put a lot of thought into his face, so although his innate condition was not as good as Zihe's original body, his eyes were also slender and slender. It has a bit of the demeanor of He Yuan himself.

But at this moment, when Zihe repaired his corpse into a yaksha, evil spirits hung from the corners of his eyes and brows, and he looked at people with a bit of menace.

On Zhao Yin's face like 'Ding Yimo',

After Zihe successfully repaired his body, his pupils, which would turn light green in the dark night, saw Zihe's original appearance.

Zhao Yin has not seen Zihe's original appearance for a long time. Although there are so many past life memories in his memory, when Zihe is standing in front of him, in a trance, the face of 'Ding Yimo' suddenly matches Zihe's face. When overlapping...

He didn't expect that it would be such a thrilling feeling.

He suddenly misses it.

Miss that alluring face, after cultivating into the Hanba Corpse God, although pale, but even more handsome and unparalleled.

"Let's go, follow me to see!" Zihe suddenly raised a smile, although his expression was slightly stiff, but a little more coquettish.

The emotion he saw in Zhao Yin's eyes was somewhat incomprehensible, but it made him happy.

Zhao Yin's eyes suddenly bent, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the smile gradually melted the indifference on his face.

"Okay." A clear voice overflowed his throat.

Zhao Yin weighed the hammer in his hand, got rid of the lazy posture of leaning against the cold wall behind him, and stood upright. When Zihe came over, he stepped to the other side's side and shoulder to shoulder.

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Li Juanshen looked at Zhou Shan, with a smile on his face full of superiority—now, he also has past life memories, and Zhou Shan...haha, only the second junior brother Zhou Shan still doesn't know anything, haha.

He patted Zhou Shan on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Second brother!"

"..." Zhou Shan's forehead burst out with blue veins—someone suddenly scolded him, should he hit him?

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Have you ever tried to stand in a different position and look at your home?

Such as the roof, such as outside the window.