In the end, before he could catch the "Broken Bowl Fairy" on Zhao's father, Zhao Yunlan retreated under his father's strong aura. His father always felt uncomfortable when he saw Chen Wei, and the old man could probably bear it. After a long time of discomfort, he would make others feel uncomfortable.

Zhao Yunlan felt very embarrassed about this. She got into the car and was still muttering to Chen Wei: "The possessed by others are all beautiful fox fairies, but they have bad character, so they have attracted a broken bowl - I suspect that the old man was either from the Beggars' Sect in his previous life, or the bald monk holding the broken bowl and begging for alms everywhere."

Chen Wei: "It's okay, don't worry. The Shennong family has always been compassionate to people and generally will not do anything to hurt mortals. Besides, have you already put marks on him? I will also pay attention to you when you look back."

Zhao Yunlan laughed dryly: "Haha, why are you so embarrassed? I'll let that fucking father-in-law trouble you so much before I even crossed the door."

...He probably remembered eating but not beating. He had long forgotten what Chen Wei got angry just now, and began to flirt with him again.

Zhao Yunlan originally wanted to have an appointment with Chen Wei to watch a movie, and after all, she had Valentine's Day. But he might have been because the air conditioner in the car was too high, so he fell asleep unknowingly. When he was confused, Zhao Yunlan was still wondering, thinking that he had not done anything recently, why was he so easy to get tired?

Maybe I was infected with a cold.

However, he didn't sleep well, and he was still dreaming one after another. It seemed that there was always someone in the white fog, constantly saying to him: "You can't break the long-term, right and wrong, good and evil, and you can't see through life and death..."

The car was talking too much, and even Zhao Yunlan couldn't help but think: Life and death, what exactly is life and death?

The endless torture sounds became louder and louder. Zhao Yunlan knew that he was dreaming, but he couldn't wake up. The toss and turns of dreams lasted for no reason. He seemed to have fallen into an endless swamp, and the more he struggled, the more he was suffocating.

Until someone stuffed a bowl full of fishy smell on his lips, the man ignored his dodge and opened his mouth again and poured it toughly. Zhao Yunlan followed his instinct and refused to swallow it. He pushed his tongue out. The man held his head. Then, a familiar smell came, and his soft lips attached to it, and the medicine was put in.

Zhao Yunlan finally struggled out of her dream and found that she had returned home at some point. She was lying on the bed. Chen Wei put down the medicine bowl, took a cup of tea with the right temperature, lowered her head, and pressed her forehead against Zhao Yunlan's forehead, and whispered: "Come on, drink the water and rinse your mouth."

Zhao Yunlan looked at him silently, took the tea, her long and thick eyelashes drooped, and her forehead was covered with the cold sweat from the nightmare just now.

He drank tea root in one breath, and then he said to Chen Wei hoarsely: "I don't know why, I'm so tired recently."

Chen Wei paused and said, "Maybe he just came out of the great god, it's too exhausting."

"Oh," Zhao Yunlan suddenly raised her eyes, looked at him meaningfully, deliberately delaying her voice, "I thought..."

Chen Wei's ridge was stiff.

I heard the guy say in a tortuous voice: "I have your child."

Chen Wei's hands trembled, almost threw the medicine bowl and tea cup together, and then walked away with his hands and feet.

Zhao Yunlan took out his cell phone to check the time and found an email in the email address, which was sent by Wang Zheng. Wang Zheng briefly described the case: In a suburb of a prefecture-level city more than 300 kilometers away from Longcheng, there was a villa group with the theme of recuperation. When an owner got up early to practice in the morning, he found a corpse in the woods outside the community. His face was blue and purple, his expression was frightened, and he was pinching a black dog's neck in his hand. Both the people and the dog were already cold.

Finally, Wang Zheng reminded him with great professionalism: "It's almost the seventh day of the lunar month."

Legend has it that the seventh day of the lunar month is the day of a person, and you can take advantage of loopholes to borrow your life.

Folk legends use black dog blood to communicate yin and yang, and then write the birth date of the person who borrowed the birthday and the person who borrowed the birthday is written on a piece of paper with black dog blood, and then indicate the borrowed birthday number. Then use incense candles to suppress the four corners of the paper, and the high incense goes upright, indicating that a ghost man who saw took a bribe and turned a blind eye to one eye. This can burn the paper with the birth date and horoscope and let the person who borrowed the birthday and horoscope swallow the paper ash, and it is considered as.

In ancient times, elderly people were usually sick, and filial sons and grandsons took the initiative to burn incense and candles to express their willingness to lend their birthdays. However, no one knows these customs. Most of them are greedy for life and fear of death, so they ask for some half a bucket of water to steal other people's birthdays.

In the past, voluntary life-loss was not successful. If the elders still lived to the end, the younger ones would burn incense and pray, do another ritual, and recover their life-long life. But stealing life is different. If you steal it successfully, the Taoist priest who steals life for others exchanges good deeds for money. If you fail, the person who practices the practice may be backfired and blocked this unethical disaster for employers who are greedy and do not live enough.

It is not uncommon for people who died next to the black dog before the seventh day of the lunar month. The Special Investigation Office handles several such cases every year. Zhao Yunlan forwarded the email to everyone in the criminal investigation department, asking them to discuss by themselves that whoever is fine will go over and take a look.

Before the few words were finished, Zhao Yunlan's eyelids were almost closed together. After forcing him to send them, he almost fainted and fell to death. A sheep fell asleep before counting.

When Zhu Hong received the email message, she was meditating on the roof. She dragged her long snake tail and tried to make the bright moonlight spread evenly on her body. This is not good in northern cities. In winter, there will be no sunny days, either fog or snow. It is rare to encounter a night with bright moons and starry stars, and I can meditate for a moment.

When Zhu Hong opened her eyes, she didn't care about her cell phone. She saw the man sitting opposite her first. She was stunned: "Uncle Fourth?"

Uncle Si of Snake turned around, lowered his eyes and looked at her: "You failed to survive the tribulation back then and were injured by heavenly thunder. I entrusted you to the Soul-Suppressing Lord, hoping to protect you with his most strong and yang energy. Now it seems that he has taken good care of you."

He said, and waved his hand, a small pavilion that sheltered from the wind was formed on the roof of the building that was calling for the northwest wind. There was a large solid wood tea tray inside. There was a boiling pot on a small stove in the middle of the tray. Tea leaves were already in the small teapot on one side. Uncle Si waved to Zhu Hong: "Come."

Zhu Hong snake's tail turned into legs, quickly glanced at Zhao Yunlan's email, then walked over, and said hesitantly: "We will tell the Lord that there is a case now..."

"I just want to be a tiny girl who is backfired by her life," Uncle Snake Si glanced, and said without raising his eyelids, "I'm here to see you this time, and I want to discuss something with you."

Uncle Si of Snake seems to be the leader of the Snake clan. He is a kind-faced person who is indescribable in his heart. He never asks people to "discuss" anything when encountering something. If he says this, he will probably have made a decision and be polite.

Zhu Hongqing couldn't help but sit up straight.

Uncle Si picked up the boiling water and poured tea. He spoke leisurely in the mist of water vapor, "Longcheng is not a place to concentrate on practicing. Look, most of the tribesmen in the demon market live in remote suburbs. In the past twenty years, you have not made much progress in your practice. If I don't need to say this, you know it."

Zhu Hong looked at him carefully, took the teacup, and asked tentatively: "Uncle Fourth means to let me move to the suburbs?"

Seeing that she deliberately pretended to be confused, Uncle Snake No longer circled, smiled gently, and pointed out directly: "I mean to let you leave Longcheng."

Zhu Hong: "That soul-suppressing order..."

"I just entrusted you to the Soul-Suppressing Order in return. You are for him to drive him, but you are not bound by the Soul-Suppressing Order. Even if you want to leave now, nothing is wrong."

Zhu Hong bit her lips.

"Why, can't bear to leave him?" Uncle Si was still gentle and friendly when he spoke. The smile on the corner of his mouth was like a Bodhisattva worshipped in the temple, but his eyes were very aggressive. "If you still treat me as an elder, listen to my advice and leave me immediately. Then again, if he really has you in his heart, Uncle Si wouldn't be like this annoying stick, but what he thinks in his heart, don't you know?"

Zhu Hong remained silent.

Uncle Si of Snake gently tapped the edge of the table: "You have been a smart child since you were a child. I will stop talking about some things and don't say them in depth. You have to do it yourself."

Zhu Hong's fingers pinching the phone were contracting like a spasm, and blue veins burst out on the back of her hand. The poor electronic products failed to withstand the test of such physical attacks. With a light sound, the back cover was lifted up, the screen shattered into a spider web, and the light was blown away and the wax was pulled out on the spot.

Uncle Si Snake sat upright and drooped his eyes and drank tea, without urging her.

After a while, Zhu Hong said softly: "I will handle this case for him... and then say goodbye to him... Is it okay?"

Uncle Snake knew the truth that it was enough to stop. He immediately nodded reasonably when he heard this: "There is a beginning and an end, it should be like this."

After saying that, he took out a small box from his arms. After opening it, there was a brilliant bead inside: "This is a water dragon ball. It can turn bad luck into good fortune and avoid water and fire. When you say goodbye, you hand it over to the Lord of the Lord for me. For many years, I have been cared for by him. My clan's clan's innocence is a little bit of respect. This little thing is really not respectful."

Zhu Hong took it and wanted to thank him. Uncle Si Shi had already flashed and disappeared.

The moonlight happened to be, but she was already in a state of confusion and no longer had the mood to meditate. She lowered her head and packed up the wreckage of her phone, pulled out the card, and then disappeared into the night after a few ups and downs.

It was midnight that Zhao Yunlan received a text message from Zhu Hong: "Lin Jing and I went there, remember to calculate the duplex and pay for overtime."

Shen Wei's sleep is very light. Sometimes Zhao Yunlan even suspects that he can't sleep. So since he moved in, he was afraid of disturbing him every day, so Zhao Yunlan turned his phone into a vibration and placed it on the bedside table next to him. That day, because he fell asleep too quickly, he didn't have time to put his phone in his hand and fell asleep.

The phone shook in his palm and woke him up silently.

Zhao Yunlan didn't check the text message. She first instinctively held her breath and turned her head to see if she woke Shen Wei up, but found that the bed on the other side was empty. He reached out and touched it. The quilt was already cold and I don't know how long it had been away.

Zhao Yunlan sat up and rubbed his eyes hard. Then he saw the lights in the kitchen. He plucked his feet on the ground twice. He didn't know where his shoes were kicked, so he simply walked over barefoot.

Chen Wei was facing his back to him. There was a small casserole on the stove next to him. Something was being cooked. I could smell the fragrance of medicinal materials. What kind of hard stuff is this? I want to stew it all night... Zhao Yunlan blinked and rolled up her sleeves in a daze: "What are you stewing? I'll help..."

Chen Wei was startled by his sudden sound. The knife in his hand suddenly fell to the ground. There was still blood on the tip of the knife, splashing on the snow-white storage cabinet. Zhao Yunlan's voice suddenly stopped. His pupils shrank, and his sleepiness disappeared in an instant - the sharp knife... was originally inserted into Shen Wei's own chest.

Chen Wei's face was as pale as paper. For a few seconds, the kitchen was so quiet that even the sound of the needle falling to the ground could be heard.

After a while, Zhao Yunlan suddenly strode over Chen Wei's shoulder and tore his clothes open. The knife wound on the pale chest had been healed without hesitation, but some blood was inevitably stained with the edge of his pajamas. Zhao Yunlan felt that the knife was pierced on his own heart, and it hurts when he moved. He carefully stretched out his finger and touched Chen Wei's seemingly unscathed chest. After a while, he asked hoarsely: "What's going on?"

Chen Wei remained silent.

Zhao Yunlan grabbed his collar and his voice suddenly rose: "I'll ask you what's going on, talk!"

Chen Wei was pushed back and hit the chopping board hard. With a "bang", Zhao Yunlan was patient and had a bad temper with others, but she never said harsh words or got angry. However, most of the fires towards others were fake, and the words were gone. Unexpectedly, when Chen Wei came, he would touch his true fire.

In an instant, Zhao Yunlan understood the feeling that he had used a ghost soldier in the hospital. Chen Wei raised his hand high and almost slapped him. He was blocked in his throat in one breath, so he couldn't even breathe. For a moment, his mind was empty. After a long time, Zhao Yunlan heard himself asking repeatedly: "What are you giving me drink? Chen Wei! You fucking look at me talking!"

"At that time... your left shoulder soul fire was lost, and the blood in your heart turned into a soul-suppressing lamp wick," Chen Wei spoke lowly, "The soul was already discharged, and the three souls were unstable. Although I was forced to ascend to the divine nature by you, I was born in a place of arrogant and disrespectful place. The ghost clan was dirty and ominous. After you have been with me for a long time, you will be as energetic as this. After a long time, you will lose both energy. If you continue like this, sooner or later, you will be exhausted by me."

Chen Wei said this and suddenly lowered his eyes, covering his crow-like eyelashes. The darkness in his eyes was dark. He said almost inauspiciously: "Shennong said thousands of years ago that I was born as the King of Ghosts, and I was destined to have no good beginning and no good end. If you insist on protecting me and taking me with you, one day, I will be killed by me."

This sentence is like a needle, which instantly drained all the strength of Zhao Yunlan. He let go of Chen Wei, staggered and took a step back, almost knocking over the small pot on the stove.

"The 'medicine' I drank was mixed with your blood... the blood in my heart." Zhao Yunlan's lips were trembling violently, "Is it the 'lamp oil' you put on me?"

Chen Wei looked at him and smiled very gently: "I even have my soul black, but I just put you cleanly on the tip of my heart, and the blood is still red. I am willing to use it to protect you."

Zhao Yunlan's eyes moved to the ground, and after a moment, he suddenly raised his head and covered his eyes with his hands.

If Chen Wei doesn't like him and is cold to him, he can choose to continue to entangle or leave with ease. It makes sense to advance and retreat.

If Chen Wei lied to him, hurt him, and was sorry to him, he could choose to forgive, or choose to be out of sight, and there is a reason for advancing and retreating.

But Chen Wei was like a spider, sticking him hard to a place where he could not say, scold, wished he could not accept it.

After a long time, Zhao Yunlan didn't say a word, and picked up a thick coat from the coat hanger in the entrance hall and wrapped it around her body. She opened the door without looking back.
Chapter completed!