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At the same time, Yun Suchuan has already driven to Miao Hanliang and his wife again—no, now it should be said that it is the home where Shan Jing, the wife of the late painter Miao Hanliang, lives alone.

To his surprise, Shan Jing was not at home.

Yun Suchuan looked at his watch. In order to avoid such a situation, he came to the door very early. At this time, it was just [-]:[-] in the morning. Shan Jing didn't need to go to work, but he didn't know where he went this early in the morning.

He knocked on the door a few times but didn't open it, and couldn't help but let out a "tsk".

What Yun Suchuan is most concerned about now is not the fact that Shan Jing is not at home, but the fact that Shan Jing will die in a similar manner like her husband, making the case even more difficult to handle.

He pondered for a moment and went downstairs, walked around the whole building, tried to climb in through the window to see what was going on inside, the bad thing was that there were people coming and going around, some went to work, sent their children to school, and There was a group of uncles and aunts sitting there with nothing to do and chatting. It is estimated that he opened the window a second ago and was taken away by the police in less than a few minutes.

"Boy, what are you looking for?"

Two old ladies were walking out of the community with a vegetable basket. Yun Suchuan was conspicuous, and people wandered around here several times. Finally, an old lady couldn't hold back her curiosity and asked a question when she came to him.

Yun Suchuan heard her asking, looked back, and said, "Auntie, do you live in this building?"

The old lady said: "Yes, I was taken over by my son and lived there for several years."

Yun Suchuan said: "Then do you know the couple living on the fifth floor? His husband passed away unexpectedly a while ago..."

"Ah, you mean Xiao Miao and Xiao Dan?"

Someone died in the community. Everyone has heard about such a big event. When Yun Suchuan mentioned it, the two cheerful old ladies looked unhappy, "The police have come to ask several times, and we don't know. His family business."

Yun Suchuan smiled and said: "You misunderstood, I am a relative of Shan Jing's family. I heard that something happened here, so I came to see it, but there was no one in the family, and I couldn't get in touch. I just wanted to ask Did you see her go out?"

It turned out to be this matter, the two old people thought about it, and the old lady who was the first to strike up a conversation said: "It really seems like I haven't seen her for several days."

Yun Suchuan's eyebrows frowned imperceptibly, and then stretched out, muttering to himself: "Could it be that you moved?"

The old lady said: "I sit here every day when I have nothing to do. Usually, everyone who goes in and out of the Xiaodan can see it. This time, I haven't seen anyone for a few days, but I didn't see anything moved. Young man, ask again Ask the family members about her phone number, if she has something to go out."

Yun Suchuan agreed, thanked him with a smile, and left to make a phone call. When the two old people left, he immediately went back to Shan Jing's house.

Not long after Miao Hanliang died, she stopped living at home. Is this a coincidence or a plan?Did Shan Jing really play the role of an innocent wife in the whole thing?

This time, Yun Suchuan didn't hesitate any longer, and directly formed the same seal as Jiang Zhuo had when he was outside the court, and said in a low voice: "Thunderbolt, divine power poured into the body, break!"

As soon as the mantra was finished, his slender fingers quickly changed their movements, and he said another sentence: "Everything is quiet, and the spirit of screen retreats."

The door lock exploded, and the resulting movement was blocked by the shielding barrier cast by Yun Suchuan's last spell, so there was no sound around. .

The layout here is the same as the last time he came here, the only difference is that Miao Hanliang's body is no longer on the ground, and his paintings are no longer in front of the window. It seems that Shan Jing really hasn't moved.

The whole house was silent and silent, as if there was no vitality flowing, and there was an indescribable dead air.If it is said that the last time it was because of a fatal accident, it still makes people feel like this after many days, then it doesn't make sense.

Yun Suchuan took a deep breath, instead of busy searching, he stood quietly in the middle of the house and closed his eyes.

When he closed these eyes, all the other senses in his body seemed to become extremely sensitive. Yun Suchuan could feel that he was in the middle of the water waves. The water was deep black, wave after wave from the whole body The northeast side of the house comes flooding.

But in this endless darkness, there seemed to be a faint vitality, not far from him, intermittently.

Yun Suchuan opened his eyes, turned his head suddenly, and found a pot of small red flowers on the windowsill.Because the curtains were also red, and the two phases mixed colors, he barely noticed at first.

Yun Suchuan walked over, picked up the flower pot and looked at it, only to feel that this flower, as the only living thing in Shan Jing's house, looked very strange.

The whole flower is delicate and beautiful, with overlapping layers of petals, blooming very prosperously, exuding bursts of fragrance, but the flower stem is straight and slender, without even a leaf on it, which looks very unharmonious.

Yun Suchuan instinctively felt that the flower was probably not a good thing. He only looked at it for a while through the flowerpot, but did not dare to touch it directly with his hands. He found a plastic bag, put the flower in it and put it aside. .

He walked towards the northeast side of the house again, which was the source of the black water Yun Suchuan felt when he closed his eyes just now.

After he walked in, he opened the door and saw that it was the bedroom of Shan Jing and Miao Hanliang.

After Yun Suchuan walked into that bedroom, he didn't need to sense it at all. He could see strands of black yin energy mixed in the air, ups and downs and flows with just his eyes.

He has a special physique. Once he entered the door like this, all the Yin Qi stopped flowing in an instant and froze in the air.

Yun Suchuan said with a half-smile, "You bully the weak and fear the hard."

He had already seen clearly that the source of Yin Qi was at the bedside table, so he went straight to check without saying anything else.As the figure passed, with a flick of a finger, the black yin energy seemed to become some kind of weighty substance, scattered all over the ground, and the air became clear again.

Yun Suchuan opened the bedside table, and met a pair of evil eyes, staring at him coldly.

His left hand hanging by his side has been twisted into the shape of a sword formula. He raised it up halfway, looked carefully, and found that the eyes were made of plastic beads. He opened the cabinet door a little wider, and there was a rag doll sitting inside. .

Yun Suchuan touched his nose and rolled his eyes at the baby.

He took out a pair of thin gloves and put them on, took out the doll with two fingers and looked at it, and found that it was very poorly made, unlike the exquisite children's toys on the market.

Its whole body is wrapped in white cloth, and its plastic eyes are sewn up and down. I don't know if the two thick crooked eyebrows have created an illusion for people. Its eyes are unreasonably fierce. I rubbed the two rigid blushes with something.

The doll is wearing a golden skirt. At first glance, it looks like it is smiling, and there are a few teeth sewn with thread in the split mouth, which makes it look even more weird.

This is not an ordinary doll, this is a necromancer puppet used as a tool of suppression, sealing the soul of the wronged person after death in it, so that the other party cannot take revenge.

Yun Suchuan pinched the doll's belly, took out a small knife, and quickly ran along the suture line. The doll was disembowelled by him, revealing the rags and a photo inside.

He took out the photo, which showed an unknown man.

It seems that there are many secrets in this Shan Jing.

He pondered, and also put away the broken dolls and photos, turned around, and his eyes fell on the loose and soft double bed in the bedroom.

***

Yunsuchuan has gained a lot, and the crisis on Jiang Zhuo's side has not passed yet.

Regardless of thinking about why two original characters appeared in this space of resentment against common sense at the same time, Song Ling was already injured, and Jiang Zhuo didn't have time to make a formula, so he pointed directly at the ghost hand, and shouted in a deep voice: "Taishang Laojun is in a hurry like a law, get up!"

Surrounded by resentment, Qing Guang disappeared in a flash, and with a swipe, he cut off the arm, Jiang Zhuo grabbed Song Ling's shoulder, almost pulled her over with a lift, pushed her behind him, and said in a hurry: "You just hide here, don't leave my side."

According to what he said just now, his words had to cause the audience to cheer again, but the situation was critical at this time, and everyone was so engrossed in watching that they couldn't care less about making a sound.

While Jiang Zhuo was dragging Song Ling past him, he had a quick glance from the corner of his eye, and he had already fully understood the current situation.Now I can't care about understanding the reason, anyway, there must be something under the bed, and the head behind me is also ready to move because of this change.

Jiang Zhuo raised his foot to hook, picked up a trekking pole that fell to the ground during the scuffle just now, and took it in his hand.

Song Ling still had a half-amputated hand on his leg, and his head was covered in cold sweat from the pain. Before he could deal with the injury, he suddenly saw the head next to him bouncing up again, hitting Jiang Zhuo's shoulder blade from behind.

Under the bed ahead, something is about to come out brazenly!

Facing the enemy, she shouted in horror: "Be careful!"

Jiang Zhuo didn't even look back, turned slightly, and the trekking pole in his left hand was thrown backward from his armpit, just hitting the head.Because he had seen the opponent's face clearly, Jiang Zhuo didn't hold back, leaving a red blood mark on the center of the opponent's eyebrows, his head fell to the ground and shook, completely motionless.

At the same time, the other person hiding under the bed has already jumped out from under the bed, Jiang Zhuo's body turned sideways, the long stick in his hand swept across, and hit the opponent's chest, the speed was so fast that he didn't leave room for the opponent at all In the room to return to defense, the man's sternum was broken, and Jiang Zhuo forcibly crushed a piece of his chest.

He held the trekking pole in his hand, separated the two of them in an instant, even though they were flanked by front and rear attacks, he did not panic, he was as fast as lightning, as fast as a dragon swimming, he had resolved the danger of the outflanking in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Zhuo's moves are really wonderful, especially the stick moves that are rarely seen in the modern supernatural live broadcast full of charms and various magical spells. The male audience in the barrage couldn't help but shouted "Hi!"

[Fuck, that's amazing buddy! 】

[It's so cool, these two times, I'm going to cut it down and let it go after school. 】

[This anchor is absolutely perfect, he is simply omnipotent! 】

【Little Spoon, you are so handsome, I love you yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy about back--)

[I will shout again when I win, the fight is not over yet [I can't laugh or cry.JPG]]

If Jiang Zhuo's opponent was an ordinary person, he would be paralyzed even if he was not dead. It's a pity that it was the result of resentment. Even if the sternum was broken, it was just a little inconvenience. Jiang Zhuo retreated a few steps and hit the wall Up, and then jumped up again.

In an emergency, Song Ling had sharp eyes and said, "That's Lin Xiangdong!"

Button's owner, one of the three men at the party.

Jiang Zhuo didn't need her to remind him, but he felt a little noisy, and said directly: "Pull out that claw on your leg when you have time."

The trekking pole is too long, just now it is a bit cumbersome to use the double attack just now, but now it seems a bit cumbersome, Jiang Zhuo turned the stick in his hand, forcing the opponent back, then discarded it, and drew a symbol in the air with his back hand, Transformed the long sword out of thin air, and unsheathed it clangingly.

Jiang Zhuo didn't use the sword to stab him, but this sword is a Taoist treasure, named Biehun, which has the effect of dispelling evil spirits and obscurity, and breaking away resentment. As if somewhere was on fire.

With Jiang Zhuo's long sword in his hand, he stabbed straight at Lin Xiangdong's chest. Lin Xiangdong was afraid that his body would be corroded by the sword energy, so he naturally wanted to hide, but unexpectedly, just as he dodged, Jiang Zhuo's moves changed, and he withdrew his hand horizontally. Dragging, Lin Xiangdong was drawn heavily from the chest to the side of the waist, and blood gushed out immediately.

Jiang Zhuo took the opportunity to kick him away, pierced a hole in the wall next to him with his sword, helped Song Ling up and said, "Let's go!"

His mobile phone was still left on the ground for lighting. Time was running out and there was no time to pick it up. Jiang Zhuo also became cruel and kicked the mobile phone out along the hole in the wall. He also went out with Song Ling half-armed.

Song Ling exclaimed, "Wait a minute!"

Jiang Zhuo said impatiently: "Sister, do you know that you are very heavy, I am getting bored."

Song Ling rarely choked him back, and hurriedly said: "Button, the button fell out."

The button they picked up just now as evidence was originally placed in Song Ling's hand together with Jiang Zhuo's mobile phone, but later Jiang Zhuo's mobile phone was placed beside it to illuminate, and the button was installed by Song Ling. When she was about to leave, she made a big movement, and the incomplete button fell out of her pocket, and Gu Lulu rolled towards Lin Xiangdong.

——This is something that fell from Lin Xiangdong's body. If it touches him, it will fuse, but the last effort will be in vain.

Song Ling didn't know where the strength came from. While talking to Jiang Zhuo, he had already pulled his hand away, turned around and rushed into the room, holding the button in his hand without hesitation, and then quickly He ran back in the direction of Jiang Zhuo.

Jiang Zhuo didn't have time to say anything, and when he saw this, he turned back and dragged her. Seeing that the two were about to rendezvous, chaos broke out in the middle of the bustle. The envelope that Song Ling secretly stuffed into his pocket just now fell to the ground again, and the contents fell out.

— It’s a photo.

There is nothing special about the photo, the content inside is a bit terrible, Jiang Zhuo glanced subconsciously out of the corner of his eye, and found that it was actually a nude photo of Song Ling himself.He was really unexpected, his ears turned red all of a sudden, and he hastily looked away.

Song Ling didn't expect this, his whole mind was in a mess at that time, he wanted to turn back to pick it up, and wanted to run away quickly, so he swayed in place twice.

Jiang Zhuo squeezed the formula with his backhand, and the wind blew away all the photos. He said in a loud voice, "Don't worry about the photos! Give me your hand!"

At the same time, Lin Xiangdong rushed up dripping with blood.

When he just came out from under the bed, one hand had already been cut off by Jiang Zhuo, now the other hand was as fast as lightning, and grabbed a hole in Song Ling's shoulder, lifting her up to the ground fall.

Jiang Zhuo's reaction was extremely fast, he quickly bent down, and slid out in the direction of the two of them against the smooth ground, just in time to catch Song Ling, and then kicked Lin Xiangdong away with a flying kick from bottom to top.

He hugged Song Ling and rolled on the spot, and the two of them rushed out of this illusory space.

Jiang Zhuo put Song Ling aside, made seals on his hands, and quickly chanted the mantra: "Five thunders march in formation, gods and ghosts obey. Hearing my knocking order, resentment will be destroyed. Hurry up like a law, break it!"

The two of them were outside the house where Cheng Yan's resentment turned into, and through the sword hole that Jiang Zhuo opened, they could still see Lin Xiangdong, covered in blood, rushing towards this direction like a ghost.

But then, the whole house collapsed and melted quickly in front of them, just like when it first appeared, and sank into the ground again.

And just when everything collapsed, Jiang Zhuo suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.At that moment, it felt as if a nail had been directly wedged into his head, Jiang Zhuo's cold sweat came down almost instantly, his face was flushed, if he hadn't been well-trained, he would almost cry out in pain.

He raised his hand to hold his head firmly, and then felt the world spinning, everything around him was gradually distorted into scattered color blocks and then reorganized, and finally turned into another scene that seemed familiar.

Jiang Zhuo had such a headache that he could barely move, and at first he couldn't pay attention to the changes in his surroundings. It wasn't until after a long while that the pain gradually subsided that he finally managed to stand up and raise his head to look around.

Calculated according to the time when he and Song Ling went out, it should be the time when the sun is at its peak in the morning, but Jiang Zhuo is in the dawn at this time, the sky is not yet clear, and the hazy light falls from the overlapping clouds. There is still water on the ground after the rain.The sea water not far away patted the shore, making a rustling sound.

Jiang Zhuo's face still had the morbid flush caused by the severe pain just now, but when he saw the surrounding scene clearly, he turned pale in an instant.

He only felt that his heart was tightly held by a big hand, preventing the blood from circulating, the air from entering the chest cavity, and even the soul trapped in the body was struggling violently, making people restless.

He turned around slowly, and on the row of beach benches behind him, there was indeed a person sitting there quietly watching him for an unknown amount of time.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties. His cheeks are thin, his eyes are not too big, and his nose bridge is quite straight. He can't be said to be too outstanding in terms of appearance alone, but the expression of this man who looks at him indifferently has a kind of A force that is hard for anyone to ignore.

"You..." Jiang Zhuo's voice trembled, "Master?"

He Ji smiled calmly: "You are here."

Jiang Zhuo's chest heaved violently, as if he felt that the relieved headache came back again, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he became calm: "What do you want me for?"

"The two of us haven't seen each other for five or six years. I heard that Master passed away not long ago. When I come back to see you, I should burn incense to the old man."

He Ji stood up from the bench and walked to Jiang Zhuo's side.The weather outside is midsummer, but this space seems to be in a world where autumn and winter meet. He Ji is wearing a dark gray long trench coat, which makes him even more personable and gentle.

He unbuttoned his clothes, draped the clothes over Jiang Zhuo's half-sleeved T-shirt, patted him on the shoulder affectionately, and looked at him. He looked like he was really a loving master, and he watched him bring him up in comfort. Child: "Grow taller."

His finger slid down, moved to Jiang Zhuo's chest, gently pulled off his collar, swept it lightly, and asked, "Where is the purple jade pendant you carried since childhood? Why is it gone?"

The pendant he was talking about was the bet that Jiang Zhuo made when he bet on hidden weapons with someone last time. Although Jiang Zhuo didn't give it out, he took it off and never put it on again.

Jiang Zhuo shook off his hand, frowned and took a step back, but he really felt a chill.

He Ji's tone and smile reminded him of the day when he tried to break up with him. The other party was like this, without any gaffe or struggle, and calmly made the decision to give up on him.

"This play is so boring, why bother?"

The colder you feel, the less willing you are to enjoy the warmth that this dress brings to you.Jiang Zhuo took off the windbreaker and threw it on the bench next to him.

He looked coldly, and said to He Ji: "You didn't come to care about me, what you care about is the case of the reborn person I'm investigating now... Want to know what's going on here? Sorry, no comment. "

"Oh?" He Ji raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, and glanced at Jiang Zhuo. This was the first time he showed an expression other than a smile after the two met.

"Sure enough, I have grown up." He sighed in a low voice, and asked Jiang Zhuo, "Are you sure you can accurately judge my purpose?"

A contemptuous smile appeared on Jiang Zhuo's lips: "Don't think others are too stupid - although I was pointed at the head with a gun that day, you can still hear your words. Your so-called Dao is to find immortality The method, they want to exchange me and you for something that can sow the seeds of life."

He slightly deceived his head, and used the action of looking at the sea view to hide his upset: "I don't know what you have done in the past few years since you left the sect, but Master, you are a stranger from now on, so you don't need to meet again if you have nothing to do. Do it yourself."

In fact, Jiang Zhuo could hear from the conversation between He Ji and those who kidnapped him at that time, what his master did after he left the sect was absolutely not serious.

His so-called excuses for not wanting to be bound by the world of mortals are all lies. He must have made preparations in private for a long time, and in the end he really felt that it was inconvenient to do things in the sect, so he left.

He Ji is Jiang Lao's disciple and Jiang Chenfei's younger brother. He has taught Jiang Zhuo from words and deeds since he was a child, like a master like a father, and has played a very important role in Jiang Zhuo's life. "It is even more unacceptable than knowing "Master is going to give up on me".

He has never mentioned this matter to anyone, including Yun Suchuan, but in the past five or six years, he has been secretly paying attention to the few forces left by He Ji in the past, so that any unexpected situations can occur in time. deal with.

Fortunately, He Ji has been very quiet for the past few years. Jiang Zhuo had put aside his worries, but since he saw Yu Pangpang last time, he has actually vaguely realized that maybe his peaceful life is about to be broken. Kei actually appeared.

For the indifference and anger of his apprentice, he just smiled, as if Jiang Zhuo just lost his temper when he was a child: "I know you were angry because of what happened last time. But Xiao Zhuo, think about the situation at that time carefully, those people took You threatened me because you knew that I cared about you, even if I agreed to their conditions, would you, who has heard a lot of news, still retreat unscathed?"

"Really." Jiang Zhuo asked sharply with a bit of sarcasm, "So you didn't say anything when they asked you to hand over the seeds because you were afraid that I would be killed?"

"No, of course not." He Ji laughed, "On the contrary, because of those seeds, even if you die, I can save you."

He spread out his hand towards Jiang Zhuo, and in his hand, he didn't know when there was a pot of small flowers that were no taller than fingers.

He Ji said: "This is called the flower of rebirth, it is watered with blood and grows up."

Jiang Zhuo silently stared at the beautiful flower, while He Ji looked at him with great interest, as if teasing a child who wanted to eat candy, waiting for Jiang Zhuo's reaction.

"Okay, okay, so it's you." After a long time, Jiang Zhuo raised his head, his tone of voice seemed to be smiling, but trembling.

He looked at He Ji, his always indifferent eyes seemed to be filled with two fires, brighter than stars, "The rebirth of those people was really driven by you."

He Ji explained gently: "It's not me, it's their own choice, to use the blood of relatives or friends in exchange for a chance of rebirth, concentrate all luck on changing the moment of fate, and then be like a flower after blooming , quickly withered..."

The words in the palm dried up and rotted with his words, and the petals fell to the ground, turning into drops of blood that didn't look very fresh.

"However, there are more people who are reborn, and when they meet their companions, they will inevitably kill each other. The flowers devour each other, so they can live longer."

He Ji said: "The victor will take advantage of it wherever he goes, such as that kid Xiao Chuan... Since you doubt my sudden appearance, can you really trust him?"

Jiang Zhuo quickly changed his mind, He Ji's specious words would not cause too many obstacles for him to understand, especially since he has discovered two reborn people so far, he is not ignorant of these.

Yang Xinfeng killed his cousin, and Nian Xinyu killed his own brother—"killed someone" was not a condition given to him by the APP system to identify the identity of a reborn person, but that he had to sacrifice the life of his relatives in order to be reborn.

"Whether or not I believe in Yunsuchuan is a matter between the two of us. Just like you, Master, the choice you want to make is your own matter."

Jiang Zhuo's voice was cool: "I just hope that one day you and I don't stand on opposite sides and fight each other, because you may not be able to win, just like now, I can already see through the obstacles you set up."

Compared with the child who grabbed his clothes to keep him back then, Jiang Zhuo has indeed grown up a lot in these years.

As if he didn't expect such a reaction from him, He Ji was slightly taken aback, and saw Jiang Zhuo's lips twitch a subtle arc, he couldn't tell whether it was sad or mocking.

He lightly formed a few handprints, and the whole space began to distort and reorganize again, and Jiang Zhuo's figure disappeared in place.