I, C, attend the funeral

Suddenly one day, you have the memory of two lifetimes.

You will find that many things that were considered very serious before will be taken lightly.

When you have a different vision, the former world has also changed.

Li Juanshen breathed the air of this world again, and seemed to have changed a lot.

Even the fear of facing the dark and the unknown seems to have weakened accordingly.

Rubbing hands, cold is still cold.

He looked at the dark environment around him and the arrangement of the murderer, feeling much more awake than before.

The panic born of ignorance subsided slightly, and what remained was only the fear of specific dangers.

"There are no clues from Zhou Shan..." He turned his head to look at Zhao Yin and Zihe, and Qiu Qiang's kneeling corpse was in his corner of the eye.

Passing through this small garden area that was originally used for residents to rest, the three of them continued to walk deep into the community.

Li Juanshen was muttering in his heart.

Zhou Shan...is he still alive?

Since I am the reincarnation of the eldest brother, is Zhou Shan the reincarnation of the second brother?

If both myself and Zhou Shan are reincarnated, then...

Li Juan looked at Zhao Yin, who was walking in the front, with round eyes, and pursed his lips. He leaned in front of Zihe, and pulled Zihe's sleeve to pull him out of Zhao Yin's hearing range.

After Zihe's dragged pace slowed down, Li Juanshen whispered:

"Has Zhao Yin recovered the memory of his master from the previous life?"

Zihe frowned, "If there is nothing confirmed, don't draw conclusions."

How dare you confirm that Zhao Yin must be the reincarnation of Master?

The character is nothing like it!

Master is such a cold and detached person, Xiao Xiaoming is not that kind of person.

Think back to the little guy who stumbled while walking on the snow, rushed into the hotel with a big hammer in his hand, sprinkled a handful of glutinous rice without hesitation, shook his fist and threatened him not to lie... Boy pee or something...

Zihe couldn't help laughing, he felt that Zhao Yin was really cute in his heart, and couldn't help casting a loving look at Zhao Yin's back.

As soon as the mood swings, the mouth starts to bb:

"I can tell by looking at it with my feet that I can't possibly be the master's reincarnation. Even if it was the master's reincarnation, I definitely haven't recovered my memory."

"What do you think, if you really have master's memory, you will stay with me in such a harmonious way? Why don't you grab me and punish me severely?" Zihe's voice was very soft, showing a relaxed and indifferent tone .

Li Juanshen turned his head and glanced at Zihe, thinking: It makes sense.Zihe was so rebellious in his last life and didn't learn well...

But after thinking about this sentence, he couldn't help but stare at Zihe's face again, making sure that there was no sad expression on the other side. He was a little relieved, but his hand still climbed up Zihe's back and patted it lightly.

Zihe felt the weight of Li Juanshen's palm. He shook his heart, but he didn't show it. Instead, he said firmly:

"I can guarantee it, otherwise I will take my head off and play with you."

"What the hell do I want your head for? Am I missing the ball?" Li Juan took a step back in disgust, and then looked at Zhao Yin's back.

Is Zihe so sure that Zhao Yin has not recovered his previous life memory?

but……

The bearded man stroked his beard and couldn't help but think:

Before 'Qian Shen' died, Zhao Yin had a fever and was hospitalized for several days;

In Fuxiu Village, when Ding Xie died, Zhao Yin showed his might, catching ghosts and burning talismans, kneading formulas and shaking corpses, he was proficient in everything;

Up to now...

Walking in the dangerous darkness and encountering countless corpses is a tragedy.

Just relying on Zhao Yin's composure... just an adult junior in high school?

Why doesn't he believe it?

What were you doing when you were eighteen or nineteen?Playing basketball with classmates and fooling around, not to mention seeing a few corpses appearing in piles, just seeing one would probably make you cry.

... Has Zhao Yin really not recovered his past life memories?

Li Juan was a little confused.

……

……

For the next half an hour, the three of Zihe walked around the community.

Many more bodies were found, and Li Juanshen took detailed photos of the scene.

It was verified that these corpses belonged to the people who Qiu Qiang wrote in the blood letter.

Moreover, the parents of the four rich second generations were also killed and stripped, and placed around the community.

This place is not like a scene of dumping corpses, but rather like a pavilion where artists display their works.

Every corpse is placed full of visual stimulation.

After Zihe sucked away the yin and evil energy, and Zhao Yin destroyed the evil feng shui hidden around him, all that was left were the cold corpses and their postures.

Unfortunately, the corpse no longer feels fear, nor does it feel ashamed.

Every time he saw a corpse, Zhao Yin would get nervous, worried that it was Zhou Shan's corpse.

But looking at them one by one, he finally calmed down—the murderer's target was obviously not Zhou Shan.

In the rape and murder tragedy 12 years ago, the real murderer and his family were his targets.

When they walked to the innermost part of the community, they saw a very bright street lamp standing outside the window of Room 33 in Building 101 of the community.

What is rare is that in the middle of the night, the window of the living room in Room 101 is still lit.

Standing on the road outside the building, the three of them stared fixedly at the lit street lights and indoor lights.

Immediately, they all looked at the small flower bed between Building 33 and Building 32 within the range illuminated by the street lights.

The light just shrouded there, clearly illuminating the two people.

One was kneeling on the ground, naked.

One was sitting on a chair, dressed tightly, wearing a Lei Feng hat, with his legs crossed, staring at them steadily.

All three of them felt a strong sense of crisis. Zihe's right hand flashed, and the dark wind swirled around his arm, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The old man wearing the Lei Feng hat spoke first, and his voice was not only lacking in ferocity, but rather kind:

"It's cold, it's really hard to let you wander around the community in the middle of the night... Unfortunately, the last part couldn't be filmed."

The old man's voice was full of regret, and his tone was light and light, as if he was saying, "Unfortunately, the snow has stopped".

The three stood a few meters away, and no one answered.

Zhao Yin is observing whether there are any other arrangements around to eliminate danger.

Zihe was observing to see if there was any evil spirit around him, so he could eat it.

Li Juanshen was observing, the kneeling one should not be Zhou Shan, his physique is too thin, Zhou Shan should be very strong and tall...

"Twelve years have passed... Many people have forgotten what happened back then. There was a lot of trouble at that time. Many people said that Wang Tiannong was too pitiful and the murderer was really hateful. But... everyone forgets the pain of others very much. Fast, but the person involved couldn’t do it.”

The old man stretched out his hands to tighten the hat he was wearing on his head, and the cuffs of the big padded jacket had faint wear marks from wear.

"If I haven't died once, I really don't understand many things. Back then, when I used the word 'resentment', I felt that others took advantage of me and made me suffer. I was very resentful. That's it... Only after I have experienced it can I know what it is like... People can walk through life and death, living people are not human, ghosts are not ghosts..."

The old man suddenly smiled.

Li Juanshen couldn't help but clenched the flashlight in his hand, and moved his feet nervously.

The old man caught this subtle movement, he smiled and said:

"I have no malice towards you, don't be afraid."

The three still did not act rashly.

The old man nodded and said to himself:

"I've died once. Everything in this world is insignificant. But the reason why I'm still breathing is because of the hatred in my heart. I hate..."

His tone suddenly changed, and his voice was low and low, as if a knife was rubbing against a hard stone wall, as if a saw was cutting iron.

The sound made people's backs tingle and their ears sore.

All three frowned, staring at the old man vigilantly.

The old man didn't move, he was still sitting there, but his expression became a little ferocious.

After a pause for a few seconds, he said again: "I am Wang Tiannong, and Wang Lina is my daughter. If she is still alive, she should be 27 years old now... Maybe she is married and has a grandson for me. All I have killed all my enemies."

His voice was a little misty and sad.

Wang Tiannong looked away from Zihe and the others, and looked at the person kneeling at his feet.

"This man's name is Sun Hui, and he's a forensic doctor. He should have collected a lot of money from those four families in that case... Now, it's a waste of life. Hehe..."

A low laugh came from the old man's throat, and he looked gloomy at night.

"You're dying soon." Zihe said suddenly, he took a step forward, stretched out his hand to grab it, pieces of sinister energy poured out from the old man, caught him in his hand, and slowly penetrated into the body of 'Ding Yimo', Strengthened the power of Flying Yasha.

The old man raised his head and looked at Zihe. Feeling the oppression from the other party, he frowned, but did not show any expression of fear.

"It's fine to die..." He smiled at Zihe, and suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Sun Hui's hair, and swiped his other hand across the neck of Sun Hui's corpse. The hand fell off like a knife, and the corpse's head fell off the neck in an instant. , was caught in the hands of the old man.

Even though Li Juanshen recovered the memory of his previous life, he still felt his hands and feet were cold, and his whole body trembled unconsciously.

The old man looked at Sun Hui's head, giggled twice, then turned his hand and threw the head aside, the resentment on his body gradually subsided, and all the blackness that permeated his body poured into Zihe's hand.

The 12 years of resentment finally dissipated on this day.

Death may not be terrible, but a relief.

To find out the truth bit by bit, and arrange the killing and arrangement step by step, he not only wants revenge, but also wants to show everyone the truth of 12 years ago.

If he wants to end it, he can't stay silent, and he must cause huge waves.

……

The live broadcast of "Bravely Entering the Tiger's Den" became popular all over the Internet overnight, and there were three or four popular searches.

The live broadcast was fashionable and there was no such traffic, but when the program suddenly went black and stopped, the Internet instantly boiled up.

The sudden end of the excitement made all the audience feel uneasy.

[What's going on in the back? 】

[Who is the murderer? 】

[Did a ghost do it? 】

[We haven't seen the ending yet!Why is it not broadcasting! 】

【Is nothing wrong with Ding Yimo?I'm so scared! 】

【? ? ? ? ? ? 】

This kind of appetizing feeling... It seems that the food has been made for an hour, making the audience greedy to the limit, and finally ready to eat, but all the food disappeared——

Everyone is devastated.

Once a person breaks down, he has to vent, and the Internet is a good outlet.

In the end, not only did the show become popular, but the information leaked during the live broadcast also became popular.

Many people even found out about the case 12 years ago in just half an hour and began to follow the news related to it.

There are also many people who started searching for 'Ding Yimo' frantically, re-rated this person's acting skills, and gave endless affirmation.

The editor and director of the program "Bravely Entering the Tiger's Den" has also become a hot search-a godlike director!

[God-like variety show, beyond the texture and plot of the movie, the program team is really awesome! 】

[This script is unique, better than ghost movies! 】

There is everything on the Internet, and even if the live broadcast has not had time to ferment, it has already begun to radiate from the Internet.

Many people stay up late to follow the live broadcast, and when the live broadcast stops, they can't talk anymore.

Not only because of fear, but also because of the constant curiosity.

With such a fiery Internet communication, even if the middle of the night is not the time with the highest traffic, the young people who stay up late are strong enough.

As soon as the events of 12 years ago came out, netizens with a sense of justice posted one after another, some condemned, some lamented, and some demanded to reverse the case...

In any case, Wang Tiannong's goal has been achieved.

When he sat in the cold wind and slowly closed his eyes, what happened 12 years ago finally developed in a different direction.

He may not be able to see more, but he knows that everything in the past will have a better result.

The truth will eventually come to light, and both good and evil will be treated fairly.

Wang Tiannong and the kneeling headless corpse were surrounded by thick snow, and the wind gently rolled up flakes of snow, brushing over Wang Tiannong's feet.

In such a cold and snowy day, he didn't wear shoes, and his feet were slightly transparent—they didn't look like human feet, like two balls of flesh that could change their shape at any time.

When Zihe walked over, he was the first to look at Wang Tiannong's feet.

Everything was as he expected.

Turning around, he said to Zhao Yin, "Sure enough."

Zhao Yin followed a step and saw Wang Tiannong's feet.

"Sure enough, Tai Sui."

There is no special feng shui pattern around here, but such a vicious person was born and such a thing happened, Zhao Yin thought for a long time, and felt that this was the only possibility.

Zihe nodded. Although there was no strange feng shui pattern around him, it was surprising how much resentment there was.

In addition, when he saw Wang Tiannong just now, he knew that this old man was not a flying Yasha - he didn't have a condensed evil spirit around him, nor did he show the details of his body's transformation into a corpse.

He is not a flying Yaksha or a corpse repairer, but he has the ability to control the evil spirit, and he is so powerful that he is probably only Tai Sui.

Zhao Yin simply looked around, looked at the headless naked body of Sun Hui, then turned and walked towards the only room with the light on.

Instead of knocking on the door of that room, he walked around the building and walked to the community wall facing the window of the house.

Sure enough, there was a pile of garbage piled up there, and the garbage was so high that it somewhat blocked the light-so that the houses on that floor and the south-facing windows might never see direct sunlight.

After Zhao Yin cleaned up the rubbish and sundries, he squatted down and carefully planted three sticks of incense at the base of the wall.

The scent of returning to the soul followed the wind, Zhao Yin took two steps back, and after waiting for a few minutes, the scent climbed up the wall and rushed out of the wall along the top of the wall.

He breathed a sigh of relief, walked around the side of the front window, and went to the front of the main entrance building.

"Sent away?" Zihe asked.

"Not necessarily, the evil spirit is gone for the time being, let's come back to clean up the feng shui here. Now that Wang Tiannong is dead, the resentment is gone, and the garbage that blocks the light and the sun has been cleaned up. It would be too bad."

The reason why Wang Tiannong became Tai Sui back then was because there should be a Tai Sui underground in this community.

Tai Sui is raised in Fengshui. Although it is evil in nature, it generally does not cause accidents.

Especially in the lack of spiritual energy in modern times, Tai Sui often lives deep underground, unable to cause any storms.

But... But Wang Tiannong's daughter was raped and murdered, and his resentment was so high that it couldn't dissipate.

In addition, they lived outside the window on the first floor and were blocked by debris from direct sunlight. The place where Wang Tiannong lived was gradually filled with various negative emotions such as resentment, despair, and long-term yin, forming a house of Tai Sui.

And Wang Tiannong, the source of resentment who lives here, is naturally gradually cultivated into a fierce Tai Sui, and gradually breaks away from the category of human beings, and is in an awkward existence between humans and ghosts.

Now, Wang Tiannong's resentment disappeared, and once the breath that raised him disappeared, he left.

All the factors that formed Tai Sui's House disappeared, and as time passed, there was no difference between this place and other residences.

When Zhao Yin spoke, he kept his eyes on the first floor with the lights in front of him.

This window seemed to be facing the small living room, and the curtains were drawn, so the inside could not be seen clearly.

Zihe nodded, and looked at the lit window ahead.

Li Juanshen stood by the flower bed and made a phone call.

There was some noise in the distance, the police should have arrived.

Zhao Yin took a deep breath, stepped into the building, stood in front of door 101, and knocked lightly on the door.

The room was as quiet as if there was no one inside, only a light that was on.

He heard from Zhou Shan that every time he came to Sunshine Flower City Community, he would meet an uncle who adopted the murderer's 3-year-old daughter in a case.

Then...if this house belonged to Wang Tiannong, there should be a... 12-year-old girl in the room...15 years later.

Just as he was thinking, he vaguely heard the sound of slippers across the floor in the room.

Zhao Yin immediately stood up straight, and his expression became serious.

Zihe stood beside him, stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Yin back, and stared at the door warily.

"Who is it?" A girl's voice came from inside, timidly, with a hint of sleepiness.

"Police." Zhao Yin's voice was clear and clear, which made people feel at ease.

With a "click" sound of unlocking, the little girl opened the door, and the first thing she saw was not Zhao Yin, but Zihe standing at the door, half of her body hidden in the darkness, with faint green light in her eyes.

The girl was startled, and with a tight hand, she was about to close the door.

Zihe grabbed the door, his hand was extremely strong, such a grab, no matter how hard the girl tried, she couldn't shake the door again.

"You..." The girl took a step back nervously.

Zihe tore open the door, but did not step into the room.

There are strands of Yin Qi floating in the room, indicating that this should be Wang Tiannong's residence.

He stretched out his hand and pulled, and the Yin Qi that hadn't had time to dissipate was absorbed around his body.

Zihe nodded towards Zhao Yin, making sure that there was no danger in the room.

Zhao Yin glanced into the room, and asked the girl, "Where's Zhou Shan?"

The person who can't be found anywhere should be here.

When the girl heard Zhao Yin's words, there was no confusion on her face, which showed that she knew something.

Pursing her lips, the girl finally said, "Where's my father?"

"It's just outside." Looking at the girl, Zhao Yin suddenly couldn't bear it.

"Daddy said that he is dying..." The girl took a deep breath, the expression on her face showed her precocity.

Zhao Yin didn't know what to say, so he comforted the girl, and the other party gave way to the door, and said first: "Zhou Shan is on the sofa, he's fine, dad said he just fell asleep."

The girl pointed to the only sofa in the living room. Zhou Shan was curled up on the sofa in a down jacket, sleeping soundly.

There is a folding chair opposite the sofa, and a blanket is under the chair—the girl probably nestled on this folding chair to guard Zhou Shan just now.

Zihe stepped into the room and saw his own face on the floor-to-ceiling mirror at the door.

'Ding Yimo''s handsome face looked extremely pale, like a freshly painted wall, without any human color.

The green energy from when he had just cultivated into the flying yaksha had already converged into the corpse, making him invisible.

He clenched his fist in front of the mirror, he could see the evil spirit around his fist, but there was nothing in the mirror, just a pale fist.

Withdrawing his eyes, Zihe walked to the side of the sofa, stretched out his hand to sweep in front of Zhou Shan, and the black air shining on Zhou Shan's face was swept away.

A few minutes later, Zhou Shan woke up from his sleep.

The police checked all the way, Zhou Shan refused the proposal to go to the hospital to see, and directly joined the work of the police force.

The girl, Wang Yao, wrapped herself in a down jacket and left with the police car.

The sunny Huacheng community at night seemed to be no different from the past. Under the cover of night, many things happened silently.

Some people see nothing in their sleep.

Some people are awake, turned upside down.

When the light rose from the east, tearing apart this particularly gloomy night, Zihe followed Zhao Yin back to Linhai Lanwan Community.

Ke Lie leaned against Li Juanshen's legs and sat in the back of the car.

The light passed through the car window, entered the car, and shone on Zhao Yin's tired face.

After a group of three people and one cat came out of the garage, Zhao Yin stood at the door of his house, looking at Zihe with a tired and complicated expression.

Zihe patted Zhao Yin's shoulder and said with a smile: "Go back and have a rest first, you're going to be overwhelmed."

Zhao Yin didn't speak, he blinked his eyes, looked around Zihe's face, and looked at the sun rising from the sea level.

Zihe also turned his head, Chaoyang Xixi.

……

……

Zihe successfully repaired the corpse and did not need to rest at all. He returned to Ding Xie's villa, briefly checked the contents of his underground warehouse, and put the useless coffin for nourishing the yin into it.

Li Juanshen didn't have time to reminisce about the past, so he left to go to work - Wang Tiannong's matter is really serious, and as a party involved, he also has to cooperate with the investigation.

Both Zihe and Zhao Yin have done transcripts. As a special police officer, he has other work to do.

As soon as Kerry entered the villa, he yawned and went to sleep.

Zihe walked around the house, suddenly remembered something, changed his clothes, turned around and went out.

……

It was so dark last night, it was overcast and the moon was not seen all night.

Today is a fine weather with clear wind and clear air, the snow reflects light, making the surroundings bright.

In the morning, Zhou Shan finally came back from the police station.

The case of Zhou's father's death was finally closed—the six drivers and Zhou's father were all killed by Wang Tiannong.

At that time, Wang Tiannong's daughter died tragically, and he was filled with resentment for a while. His hatred made him lose his mind and killed many people.

Later, he regained his rationality and began to investigate the truth of his daughter's death. He gradually realized that the driver who committed the crime had nothing to do with his daughter's death, so he adopted the driver's daughter.

For the past 12 years, Wang Tiannong has taken good care of Wang Yao, but the resentment in his heart has never disappeared. He has been waiting for an opportunity for revenge.

Now, everything is over.

Zhao's mother and Zhao's father both asked for leave today, saying that Zhou Shan was fine, the case back then was solved and the murderer died, so we wanted everyone to have a meal together.

It is both a feeling and a celebration.

After 12 years, everything is finally over.

Zhou Shan's 12-year heart knot should also be untied.

It's time to let go of the sorrows of the past and embrace the future with nothing to worry about.

At around 11 o'clock in the morning, Zhao Yin approached Zhao's mother before her mother prepared lunch.

He whispered a few words to his mother, and Zhao's mother froze for a moment, then quickly recovered, and finally nodded.

Only then did Zhao Yin put on his down jacket, put on his sneakers, and went out—going straight to Villa No. 1 to find Zihe.

After Zhao Yin left home, Father Zhao, who was sitting in the living room watching the news, asked casually, "Didn't he ask for leave? What are you doing out there again?"

"Ding Yimo will come to eat with me later." And... want to eat hot pot again?

Zhao's mother walked to the living room, looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and said quietly from the back of her son.

"..." Father Zhao.

The old couple have complicated hearts.

……

……

The heating in the big villa is sufficient, and the sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows and sprinkles on the indoor floor.

Kret lay lazily, suddenly raised his ears, looked out with a pair of burning eyes, and the whole cat sat up straight.

Zihe was standing in the living room drinking water, and he saw Zhao Yin walking across the courtyard at a glance.

The sun shines on the little hair, turning the short black hair into a light brown, and the breeze blows through the hair, which is a youthful and chic taste.

Looking at Zhao Yin's face, Zihe couldn't help but smile.

If it's really my master's reincarnation, it's better not to restore the memory.

I just want to be like this all the time——Zihe thought in his heart as he looked at the youthful and rebellious face of the young boy.

This Zhao Yin is so cute, he always pretends to be mature on purpose, a bit awkward and cute.

Thinking back to the master in the previous life, he was cold and noble, as if he was a high mountain flower that he would never be able to climb.

Now, he is even more unable to touch the slightest bit of Master - one who has fallen into evil ways and is half dead, and one who is as spotless as a god.

Suddenly, Zhao Yin pushed the door open and walked in.

He didn't know what Zihe was thinking, when Kelie was stretching and rubbing over, he bent down and wanted to hug him.

Zihe moved even faster.

He stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Yin's arm, happily said: "Come here!"

After pulling Zhao Yin up straight, Zihe walked to the bedroom first, turned his head while walking, and kept urging with a smile:

"Come on~ hurry up~ come here~"

Unable to turn around, smile and wave, Zihe went upstairs in two or three steps.

"..." Zhao Yin saw Zihe turning his head three times a step at a time, smiling and beckoning to him non-stop, and felt... Well, the emotions are too complicated to express.

Although a little ashamed intellectually, Zhao Yin still pretended to be calm and followed Zihe up with a calm face.

Kelei raised his head and stared at Zihe angrily—the master almost picked it up, just a little bit...

It shook its beard and took a step to follow.

What if Zihe eats his master?It was a little anxious.

Ke Lie followed his master all the way to the door of Zihe's bedroom before stepping in with his master.

The bedroom door slammed shut in front of it.

Klein raised his head, thinking back to the action of closing the door without hesitation after the master turned his head and saw it just now, it was dizzy for a while and couldn't calm down.

Master... Master, is this a self-inflicted snare?

……

Zhao Yin stood inside the door, hesitating a little, but did not move forward immediately.

Zihe had already thrown himself on the bed, and got into the bed automatically and consciously.

Zhao Yin clenched his fists, his heart pounding.

He hesitated, and...

This emotion is curiosity...

"Come here!" Zihe got his head out of the bed and called Zhao Yin with great interest.

Zhao Yin pursed his lips, took a step, and took another step.

Carefully and earnestly, he slowly approached Zihe's big bed.

When he walked to the bed, Zihe reached out and grabbed Zhao Yin's wrist in a thick sweater.

"Come in!" Zihe tugged, but he didn't use much force. With a shake of the quilt, he crawled back into the bed whole.

Zhao Yin looked at the big quilt in front of him, and countless influences suddenly flew through his mind.

Unrealistic, meandering fantasy.

He licked his lips, kicked off his shoes, and bent his right leg...

After he got into bed slowly and lifted the quilt, he saw Zihe's slender body curled up in the quilt, like a snail.

He took a deep breath, got into the bed, and pulled the quilt to cover the two of them.

The quilt was not completely dark, the sunlight pierced through the duvet, making the light in the quilt dim, filling in a more seductive atmosphere.

Zhao Yin didn't move, feeling a little nervous.

Seeing that Zhao Yin had already got into bed, Zihe suddenly leaned towards Zhao Yin, and when Zhao Yin was nervously about to reach out to Zihe, he pushed the thing that had been in his hand to Zhao Yin, and said happily:

"Look! This is the jade I raised for you, it will shine!"

After dealing with the corpse breeding site in Hunguihaoli, the rooftop of Huanfu Building, which was originally a terrifying Fengshui building, suddenly became a treasured Fengshui place.

He raised a piece of jade there, and the jade was given by Li Chao's boss at that time.

Almost forgot.

I went over here to pick it up today, and I have been waiting for Zhao Yin all morning, and now I finally got what I wanted, and happily offered the treasure.

"..." Zhao Yin looked at the jade pendant pushed by Zihe in front of him, with a faint halo on it.

Staring at the jade pendant, Zhao Yin's expression was unpredictable.

After a long while, his gaze slowly moved upwards, with an expectant expression on his face after presenting the treasure to Shang Zihe.

Those long burning eyes, with a light green light in their eyes, are sinister, but at the moment they look like a child, not only not scary, but also makes Zhao Yin feel soft.

Zihe didn't wait for Zihe's compliment or thank you for a long time, so he reached out and poked Zhao Yin anxiously, "How is it? Do you like it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yin suddenly opened his arms wide, and together with the quilt, he wrapped Zihe together and embraced him vigorously.

super strong.