I, C, attend the funeral

There was no wind during the day, but at night, wisps of wind began to penetrate people's collars and ankles.

The chills made those who were walking at night shrank their necks and stomped their feet uncontrollably, walking faster and faster.

The night was misty, the clouds were blown away, the moon gradually appeared, and the night became clear.

Two men were wearing gray down jackets, moving quickly in the night.

One of them had long hair tied in a bun on the top of his head, while the other half of his hair was also tied behind his head.

The man with a bun is holding a small wooden box, a willow box, in his hand, enclosing the yin and not letting it out.

"Master told us to take the remaining bronze armored corpses to change places today. I don't know if they were discovered again." The man with hair pulled out his hands from his pockets, covered his ears, and said in a low voice while rubbing .

When he spoke, he couldn't help looking around, as if he was afraid that someone would eavesdrop on what he said.

The broad street seemed extraordinarily empty and quiet near midnight.

It's not a downtown area, but when it's shrouded in night, it looks even deserted.

"Who knows." The man with buns sighed, and said quietly, "Do you think we can really live forever?"

"Eldest brother said, after this period of time, it will be fine." The hair-haired man replied, except for the rustling wind, only the two of them were whispering.

"After the master woke up, he recruited Cao Zixiang to enter the Tao. Why did he become a senior brother?" the man with the bun was a little unconvinced.

"Don't talk nonsense, senior brother has a bad temper, so don't mess with him." The hair-haired man said with some apprehension.

The man with the bun turned his head and looked behind him, only the dark and deserted streets, the walls of the community on both sides, and the dark shops with closed gates at night.

"He's not here, why are you so scared." The man with the bun sneered.

Just as he finished speaking, footsteps suddenly came from behind him.

The two men heard the slight sound of the sneakers stepping on the ground at the same time, which was very clear in the silent night.

Their eyes widened suddenly, and they looked back.

Just at this moment, the heartbeats of the two were out of order, and they were beating fast and non-stop.

The inexplicable sense of crisis made them bundle up their hairs, but when they looked back, the street where they thought someone would suddenly appear was still empty.

"..." The man with the bun stared at the street behind him and the mist in the distance for a long time, as if he must see something from the place illuminated by the street light.

But... no matter how much he widened his eyes, he still got nothing.

The man with shaved hair trembled his lower lip. As a believer who believed in the way of hungry ghosts and pursued immortality, and lived with several bronze armored corpses in the stronghold all day long, ghosts and evil things absolutely existed.

In such a night, suddenly hearing footsteps but seeing no one, this...is too scary.

The two looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes.

They knew that they had heard correctly.

The two hurriedly quickened their pace and rushed towards the temporary stronghold in Tanshan City, the Hungry Ghost Road.

"Could it be... Could it be that the senior brother is scaring us?" The man with the bun quickly walked for a while, and seeing no other movement for a long time, the fear subsided a little, and looked back, the road was still empty.

"If it was the senior brother, he would have shown up and beat us up a long time ago, how could he play tricks like this with us." The man with shaved hair took a deep breath, and the cool night air made him more awake.

"Who could that be? Could it be...the people Master is going to deal with?" The man with the bun licked his lips nervously. When the cold wind blew, the wet part of his lips felt like a pinprick.

"Probably not, they...should not be able to find us." Although the hair-haired man said so, his tone was not at all confident.

The pace of the two gradually slowed down again.

They looked around and chatted to hide the fear in their hearts.

"Hasn't Qiao Dong found it yet?" The man with the bun changed the willow box from his hand.

"No. We, the lay monks of the Hungry Ghost Dao, who are powerful and powerful in Tanshan City, have asked them all, and there is no clue." The man with the hair was still feeling a little nervous, and while answering the man with the bun, he turned his head and looked back. look.

He always felt that there seemed to be a pair of eyes behind him, staring at him coolly.

"I feel depressed every day... The enemy seems to be hiding in the darkness." The man with the bun frowned angrily as he said that, they were the one hiding in the darkness.

But now...

"..." The man with shaggy hair didn't answer, the cool wind swept over his neck, and his bad premonition made him speed up a little bit.

The man with the bun took a deep breath, and suddenly felt itchy on the back of his neck, so he stretched out his hand by mistake.

His fingers touched his skin, it was cool.

"Master was in the altar, waking up and falling asleep for so many years. Qiao Dong brought the evil spirit collected by Tanshan City for many years, and came to the altar to start the battle. Master woke up completely. In the end, Qiao Dong really didn't get any benefit. Now, Cao Zixiang took advantage of it."

The man with the bun was still chattering, as if he didn't notice the silence of the man with the hair around him.

The man with shaved hair took a deep breath. He felt that the air around him seemed to have become thicker. When panting, he not only felt that the air was extremely cold, but also felt a little difficult to breathe.

It seemed to be enveloped by some invisible gas.

The man with the hair was getting more and more uneasy, so he turned his head and was about to urge the man with the bun to leave quickly and stop chatting.

As a result, he turned his head and opened his eyes wide, unable to speak a word in shock.

……

The man with the bun had just finished speaking, and the back of his neck felt itchy and cold again.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed it, and felt that it was itching and numbness on the back of his hand this time.

It's just like……

Someone is blowing cold air on his neck...

As soon as such a thought crossed his mind, the man with the bun felt stiff all over, and his sphincter twitched unconsciously.

The cold air is still blowing from time to time, just like the rhythm of human breathing.

His teeth chattered unconsciously, and his head turned stiffly to the left rear.

His eyes were wide open, his heart sank lower and lower, and his toes felt numb.

Reason told him that he should run away without looking back, but he couldn't move his legs—an inexplicable sense of crisis made him tremble all over.

There was a sudden chuckle in the ear, and in this silent night, any sound that rang close to the ear was enough to scare people into paralysis.

Not to mention this sinister laughter.

"Can I smell you?" The shallow laughter suddenly uttered a light word against his ear.

The man with the bun couldn't turn his neck anymore, he felt the person exuding a cold aura sticking to his side.

He felt a sense of hopelessness from which there was no escape.

The terrible sense of crisis oppressing him became stronger and stronger, and he was trembling and unable to speak.

Just when he thought he was about to pee his pants, the man's face suddenly moved slowly from the back of his neck to his eyes.

When he saw clearly the pair of green eyes on that person's pale face, he also saw the other person's slight inhalation.

He seemed to see some white breath gushing out of his body and entering the opponent's nasal cavity.

The next moment, he completely lost consciousness—as a member of the Hungry Ghost Taoist, his sinful life was just so muddled and forgotten.

Before the man fell down, Zihe stretched out his hand to grab the willow box in the hand of the man with the bun.

Immediately, he turned his eyes to another man with disheveled hair.

"Can I smell you?" Still with such light words, he smiled very politely, as if he was really discussing with the other party.

But before the other party could respond to his application, he had already inhaled slightly, ending the other party's short life of endangering society.

Seeing the man with disheveled hair fall to the ground, Zihe smacked his mouth and muttered softly:

"A person who has an aroma in his soul, the aroma of food."

……

Zihe didn't need to follow their steps to find the Hungry Ghost Path's stronghold.

The reason why Rong Hao asked the congregation to transfer was probably because he suspected that his visual ability would be enhanced after he cultivated Flying Yasha.

Standing on the roof of a building, he could see where the evil spirit was particularly strong when he looked around.

Just follow the strong and fragrant evil spirit, and that's it.

The place where a few bronze armored corpses were hidden could not be concealed no matter how hard they tried.

What's more, even if Rong Hao has the ability to form formations, in the current environment where spiritual energy and evil energy are scarce, without him, Zhang Zihe, Rong Hao may not be able to support the normal operation of a feng shui bureau or formation.

The dark night couldn't obscure Zihe's sight.

Instead, it became a barrier for him to hide himself, jumping and running wildly, like a leopard lurking in the dark, coming and going like the wind.

……

Hungry Ghosts, some of them are powerful, moved a few bronze armored corpses to the warehouse door in the suburbs, and prepared to move them to the car to transport them away.

Another group of people removed and destroyed the objects buried in the Fengshui Bureau around the warehouse.

When they checked the warehouse and confirmed that there was nothing missing, when they walked out, they saw a pair of green light spots floating in midair at the door.

When they fell one by one, it was too late to even realize what it was, and it was too late to be afraid.

Zihe moved all the fallen corpses outside the warehouse, and arranged them neatly.

One of the hungry ghost monks was a newcomer, he hadn't done anything evil, he didn't kill him, he was just fainted, and he was placed with the corpse.

The fingers are touched, and the evil spirit is entangled.

He looked at the bronze armored corpses that had already been placed on the truck, and didn't say anything. He moved his fingers and controlled the bronze armored corpses to walk stiffly back to the warehouse with his sinister aura.

Zihe used a talisman to open three acupuncture points on the bronze armored corpse, and sucked away the lingering evil energy in the bronze armored corpse.

Without the evil spirit sealed in the body, the bronze armored corpse is just an ordinary corpse.

Walking out of the warehouse slowly, he drove the truck into the warehouse and lit the truck's fuel tank with a lighter.

The flames soared into the sky, and when they were burning ragingly, they seemed to be roaring endlessly with raging anger.

Among those bronze armored corpses, some were his former senior brothers, and some were unfamiliar faces, probably made by Rong Hao later.

He still hasn't been able to remember many things from his previous life.

After his death, he was trapped in the flagon, let alone unknown.

Many things have happened and passed, even if I remember, I can't do anything about it.

But the future is in his own hands, and he has the final say on how to develop.

There are no residential buildings around the warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The fire broke out here in the middle of the night, and people basically did not respond.

After the fire was completely extinguished, Zihe checked the inside and outside of the warehouse.

Looking at the new stronghold of the Hungry Ghost Road with only a piece of ashes left, he sighed with some regret.

It's a pity that I didn't meet the 'big brother' that the man with the bun before said.

Has Rong Hao accepted another apprentice?

I don't know why he was recognized as a great apprentice by someone as picky as Rong Hao.

Come to think of it, Rong Hao probably only took no more than three serious apprenticeships in his life.

He took one of them, but unfortunately, there was neither a good start nor a good end between them.

He never even acknowledged Rong Hao's identity as a master.

The night wind was not so harsh in the residual heat of the fire.

Zihe rubbed his short, soft and dry hair that had been scorched by the flames, and took out his phone.

After finding Li Juanshen's phone number, Zihe didn't consider that it was the middle of the night, so he pressed the call button directly.

Probably because he was alert enough as a special police officer, Zihe didn't wait long, and the other side answered the phone.

Although the 'hello' sounded like a murmur in sleep, it was indeed Li's bearded voice.

Li Juanshen's strong chest muscles appeared in his mind, and Zihe felt blessed for a moment, and called out unceremoniously and kindly:

"Grandma Li!"

Just woke up from the dream, Li Juanshen was still a little ignorant, he pondered for a while before realizing what Zihe was shouting.

He was already a little angry for getting up, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, and he almost burst into foul language.

Just as he was wondering whether to greet the other party with 'fuck you' or 'get out', he heard Zihe's voice on the phone again:

"I helped you wipe out the remnants of the Hungry Ghost Dao, and now there is only Rong Hao left, and his newly recruited apprentice has not yet been caught."

"..." The veins on Li Juanshen's forehead gradually stretched until they disappeared.

After following this case for so many years, working as an undercover agent and chasing people, he almost never went home, and even forgot who he really was.

Hearing Zihe's words suddenly, he couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

When the refreshing feeling of relief gradually became real, he blinked, stretched out his hand to stroke the somewhat messy sleeping hair, and a smile almost appeared on his face.

Just when he opened his mouth, thinking about asking what was going on, or thanking Zihe, he heard the other party say another sentence:

"How do you thank me? Grandma Li!"

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Li... Big... Tits...

what the hell? ? ?

!!!

"..." The veins on Li Juanshen's forehead recovered.

Fucking thank you, Zhang Zihe, you owed me in your last life!

The author has something to say: [A little legend about Wen Hun'er]

Offerings to ghosts, ghosts cannot eat, they rely on smell.

After the ghost smells the food, even if the food is eaten by human beings, it tastes like nothing.