I, C, attend the funeral

Qiao Dong was caught when Ding Xie died in Fuxiu Village. He was first detained by the Tanshan City Police Station, and then transferred to the Hungry Ghost Road Task Force.

Li Juanshen interrogated him countless times, but failed to extract a confession.

Rong Hao's whereabouts is a mystery.

When he came to Tanshan City, the body that Rong Hao borrowed was discovered after Ding Xie's death—the time of death was before Ding Xie's death.

As an evil cult ghost who can change his body at any time, Li Juanshen feels extremely melancholy and doesn't know what clues to follow.

With such melancholy and distress, Li Juanshen came to Zhao Yin's house to eat hot pot.

Then, in the weird atmosphere of the family, he ate the most dull hot pot meal in his life-it was not hot at all.

Although delicious is delicious, but... really depressing.

He regretted that if he had known the atmosphere was like this, he would not have come.

After eating a full meal, his original melancholy and distressed emotions multiplied.

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After the meal, when Zhao Yin sent Zihe and his party to leave, he asked him quietly.

"What did my mother tell you?"

Zihe couldn't help laughing when he thought of Zhao's mother's tone when she said that seriously.

But no matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't say that.

"You might as well ask our mother." Zihe chuckled, then stretched out his hand and pushed Zhao Yin's back, "Go back, it's so close that you don't need to send it away."

Zhao Yin reached out to grab Zihe's wrist, but Zihe quickly withdrew his hand with a nervous expression.

Zhao Yin understood instantly - now Zihe has cultivated Ding Yimo's body into a flying Yaksha.

He was so overcast that he didn't dare let himself touch him.

Zhao Yin pursed his lips and stood at the gate of the yard, looking at Zihe's nonchalant smile, his expression became a little unpredictable.

"Take a good rest today, and I'll go find you tomorrow." After Zhao Yin finished speaking, he turned around and walked back without waiting for Zihe to speak.

Zihe blinked his eyes, turned his head and asked Li Juanshen, "Do you have something on your mind?"

"Being teased endlessly by you so mercilessly, if I were Zhao Yin, I would also have something on my mind." Li Juanshen dropped a word, hugged Ke Lie and left without looking back.

So cool!

Completely has the demeanor of a big brother!

Zihe raised his eyebrows and muttered, "Really?"

The sun is shining, and the sea is calm.

The snow accumulated in the community was gradually cleared, and the road surface became clean again.

Zihe tightened the skirt of his down jacket, and suddenly felt that he had something on his mind.

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In the afternoon, Zihe received a call from Jia Qingjun, saying that he had something to discuss with him.

Zihe invited the other party to come to his house for a chat.

On a sunny afternoon, Kled lay down under the floor-to-ceiling windows to bask in the sun as usual.

Zihe thought for a while, then called Xiao Shishi.

Please come over to Xiaoshi. On the phone, Zihe said a lot to Xiaoshi and gave him a lot of instructions.

Ke Lie, who was crouching under the floor-to-ceiling windows, couldn't help raising his head when he heard Zihe's words, and listened carefully, fearing that he might miss a word.

After Zihe hung up the phone, Kelie's eyes had a strange color—it suddenly realized that Zhang Zihe was quite smart.

And... What Zihe said on the phone was actually...

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"I've been your manager for nearly ten years." Jia Qingjun rubbed the teacup in front of him with both hands, but couldn't take a sip for a long time.

His green, handsome and peaceful face showed a bit of depression and depression at the moment, as if he was a child who was holding back tears and pretending to be strong.

In such an atmosphere, Zihe subdued his smile unconsciously.

Although Ding Yimo was already dead, Zihe didn't feel much about using his body.

But Jia Qingjun, who is closely related to Ding Yimo's career, is innocent.

"I will transfer all the company to you. Later, you will sign a few more potential ones, and I will help you do publicity." Zihe said, sighed, and continued:

"I definitely don't want to be a big star. I don't have time for acting, variety shows, or commercials."

The film and television industry is too busy and not free, it is absolutely impossible for him to stay there as Ding Yimo.

"No matter how potential a person is, how can he compare with you?" Jia Qingjun's tone was low, and his voice became quieter.

He sighed, his eyes were a little wandering, as if he was wandering in the ocean of memory.

"I used to get along day and night every day, and I devoted all my heart and energy to you. I don't want any other choices, only you..." Jia Qingjun's voice was a little distant, and his tone was full of sentimentality.

"It's been so long, and now I have to walk alone again..." Jia Qingjun looked at the cup in his hand and took a deep breath.

He put the teacup on the table, raised his head, looked at Zihe, and forced a smile, "What are you going to do next? What are you going to do?"

Zihe met his opponent's eyes. Jia Qingjun's eyes were clear, and with his fair skin, he looked harmless to humans and animals.

He pursed his lips and thought about it, before he said: "Business, Feng Shui, ghost hunting... are also very profitable."

After he finished speaking, he smiled habitually, a little carelessly.

Jia Qingjun looked at Quan Quanhe's smile carefully - he had never seen such a smile on this handsome face before.

Relaxed and a little scattered, but with a sense of chicness, Ding Yimo's already handsome face is even more charming.

Jia Qingjun couldn't take his eyes off, he sighed in his heart, what kind of taste it is, only he can taste it.

"You can draw up the contract later, I'll listen to you." Zihe glanced outside the door, then stood up while talking to Jia Qingjun.

Jia Qingjun wanted to say something else, but followed Zihe's gaze and looked out. When he saw someone walking in from outside the door, he didn't speak.

The gate of the villa was left open, and Little Eleven Chen Gun walked in directly through the yard.

Behind him was Zhang Ziyan, a dog looking around, and the two walked through the courtyard of the villa, glancing around like sightseeing.

It wasn't until they reached the door of the room that Zihe could be seen through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the two of them stopped looking, and Qi Qi smiled at Zihe.

In the afternoon, the light outside the window is yellow.

Seeing the smiles of Xiao Shishi and Gou Zi, Zihe felt his heart warm up.

Coupled with the afternoon light, I just feel that there is a warm atmosphere everywhere, which makes people feel comfortable.

When Zihe stood up and strolled to the door to welcome the two, Jia Qingjun sat on the sofa and did not move.

He rubbed the water glass in front of him with his fingers, his eyes retracted to the edge of the tea cup, thoughtful.

"Is there a guest?" Xiao Shiyi closed his Taoist robe and looked towards Jia Qingjun.

He walked into the room, the sun shone in from behind, sprinkled behind Eleven, and cast a shadow in front of him.

Thin, tall shadow, just like his person.

Gouzi held the door with one hand, and after entering the door, he only smiled at Zihe, without looking at Jia Qingjun, and walked directly to the soft chair by the French window, sat in and hugged Klein in his arms, and stretched out his hand to stroke his fur.

Zihe turned his head to Jia Qingjun and said, "Why don't you go upstairs and wait for me? I'll treat you to dinner tonight."

Jia Qingjun nodded.

Zihe took Jia Qingjun up to the floating platform on the second floor, where he could sit in the sunshine room and watch the sea.

Warm and pretty.

Zihe helped Jia Qingjun prepare tea and some snacks, patted Jia Qingjun on the shoulder, and went downstairs.

After Zihe closed the door, Jia Qingjun closed his eyes. After taking a deep breath, he walked to the French window and put his hand on it.

A layer of frost formed on the glass that had been exposed to the sun all day.

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The sun is gradually moving towards the west, and the rooms facing the main entrance are getting darker and darker. In the transparent hall on the first floor, only the west-facing windows shine in a hazy yellow light, which slantly hits the ground.

"Your Hanba corpse was taken away by Master."

"If there is no Hanba Corpse, you are... actually a big murderer now. It is best not to stay in one place for too long."

Feitian Yasha is the head of the deadly corpses. Although Hanba is cultivated from corpses, strictly speaking, it is difficult to distinguish whether it is a ghost, a human, or a god.

"If you stay in one place for a long time, it will change the feng shui of this place." Naturally, it is not a good feng shui.

Little Eleven's voice could be heard from time to time in the room, it was not loud, but Zihe could hear it clearly.

He was always standing in front of the window, sometimes looking at the yard outside the window, and sometimes looking at Kret and Gouzi who were sitting on the soft sofa snuggling up to each other.

After Xiao Shiyi finished speaking, his eyes fell on Zihe's back - he couldn't see Ding Yimo's face, only seeing this back, which made people feel a little dazed.

It's Brother Ninth, that handsome and handsome man.

Zihe reached out and touched Gouzi's head, and Gouzi raised his head and smiled at Zihe, warm and well-behaved.

Gouzi with an incomplete soul, lost the mischievousness of the previous life, and became too obedient.

"Zhao Yin, is the master's reincarnation?" Zihe suddenly changed the subject and asked directly.

"..." Xiaoshi was stunned for a moment, he opened his mouth, but did not speak.

Zihe turned his head to look at Xiao Shishi, and the other party's big round eyes blinked, and after a while, under Zihe's gaze, he opened his mouth and said:

"Only a person with complete three souls and seven souls, complete with samadhi and true fire, can be reincarnated as a human being. If Zhao Yin is the master, it means that he has complete three souls and seven souls, complete with samadhi and true fire..."

Zihe pursed his lips. He glanced at the stairs leading to the second floor, and then looked at Xiaoshi and continued:

"You mean... Master took back his shoulder fire from Rong Hao?"

Master's shoulder fire was taken away by Rong Hao, and the shoulder fire protected his soul.

Originally, Samadhi and True Fire lacked two.

But Zihe gave one of his shoulder fires to the master, that is to say, the master should have two real fires of samadhi, and the one that Que Ronghao took away.

If the master can be reincarnated as a human being, it at least proves that he has already got the shoulder fire back from Rong Hao.

When Zihe and Shiyi thought of this, they both thought of the other shoulder fire in Rong Hao's hand—the one of Zihe.

Xiao Shishi blinked his eyes, now there is a fact, that is...

Master took back his shoulder fire, but... Zihe's flower is still with Rong Hao.

He blinked his round eyes, and when he looked at Zihe, he looked a little scared.

Recalling the temper of Brother Jiu in the last life...

Zihe fell into silence again, the air seemed to freeze, which made people a little depressing.

After a long time, Zihe spoke again:

"Has Master recovered his memory?"

"..." Xiaoshi opened his mouth, but this time even though Zihe glared at him, he didn't open his mouth.

Zihe looked into Xiaoshi's eyes and suddenly smiled.

Xiao Shiyi is not a very good liar.

it is more than words.

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Zihe stood in front of the window, stretched out his hand, in the sunlight.

He looked at his pale palm, the blood streaks would occasionally turn black.

Hanba is the ultimate goal of cultivating a corpse. From a bronze armored corpse to a drought, it can be regarded as the end of a corpse's road to cultivating gods.

Eternal life, powerful, evil spirit inside.

Ding Yimo's physical body can only be cultivated into Feitian Yasha, but it is impossible to cultivate into Hanba.

If he doesn't return his body, he must leave here in a week...

Stretching out his arms, he looked inside his own soul.

Most of the causal lock has been dispelled—after Zhou Shan was saved, a large part of it disappeared.

The karma between him and the second senior brother is also understood.

If he wants to leave, he can go far, far away.

It should be fine to leave Tanshan City.

If you don't want to leave, or don't want to be restricted by Ding Yimo's physical body.

He can either change to another physical body, or find another pure-yang physical body and start cultivation from scratch.

Or... Don't care about the life and death of the people around where you are - even if this neighborhood becomes a lore because he lives here, don't care about it, just be a villain frankly.

"..." Zihe pursed his lips, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

He chatted with Xiao Shiyi for a while, and took the dog and rubbed the dog's head for a long time before sending them away.

When Xiaoshi walked through the courtyard, he looked back and saw Jia Qingjun on the balcony overlooking the sea on the second floor.

That handsome young man looked indifferently, as if he was just a curious guest.

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The first floor was empty, and Zihe stood in the living room looking at the stairs leading to the second floor for a long time before he went to the second floor to find Jia Qingjun.

When he opened the door, he saw Jia Qingjun sitting on a soft chair, with his back to the door and facing the French windows of the balcony, bathed in the setting sun.

"Let's go, what do you want to eat?" Zihe's voice was brisk, showing no emotion.

Jia Qingjun turned his head, his eyes fell on Zihe, a smile crept onto his face, his delicate eyes were slightly curved, revealing a warm light.

"it is good."

The wind is Xixi, and the sunset is warm.

In winter, the interior is as warm as spring.

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At night, Zihe and Jia Qingjun had a big meal, and they even drank some wine.

Chatting about the past, chatting about the future, pulled to create a happy dinner atmosphere.

When they parted, Jia Qingjun took Zihe's wrist, gave him a gentle hug, and then left.

Zihe looked at Jia Qingjun's shaky back because of drunkenness, smiled, took a taxi, and went home.

In the night, Zihe didn't turn on the lights at home.

Feitian Yasha has strong night vision ability, so he changed into black clothes in the dark.

Throwing the down jacket aside, he walked into the cold winter night in a single suit, and he didn't feel cold.

Ke Lie stood up and bowed his waist and yawned, then lay back on the soft chair, watching Zihe disappear into the night like a black lightning bolt.