Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 250

Runsheng: "I'm going to buy some food, what do you want to eat?"

Liang Yan: "Whatever."

Liang Li: “All is fine.”

Runsheng looked at Xu Ming lying on the hospital bed. Xu Ming first looked up at the glucose hanging on his body, then shook his head slightly.

Then, Runsheng bent down again and took a look at the colorful python coiled under the bed.

The python spit out its tongue at Runsheng and confronted him. It was not afraid of Runsheng, at least not yet.

Runsheng stood up with some regret and walked out of the ward.

As soon as I walked out of the hospital building, I saw Wu Xin walking towards me.

Wu Xin's outfit is already quite literary, but his previous image was a bit greasy. Now, he looks visibly refreshed, all because of the fragrance given by Runsheng.

Seeing Runsheng, Wu Xin hurriedly ran over, holding her stomach:

"I'm looking for you."

"We're looking for you too."

"I went there later. The three had already woken up. The names and the people were finally matched. I felt relieved. I arranged for them to stay in the hospital for a while to consolidate their experience and to be safe."

"Ah."

"Where's that one?"

"gone."

"What about you? Should I take you back to the guesthouse?"

"Need not."

"The next work arrangement...do you want to go to the construction site to take a look?"

"Let's talk again."

"I need to rest for two days. The taste of today's bite was too strong. How could you bear it?"

"got used to."

"Then I'll contact you in a few days and I'll arrange the program?"

"Row."

“Dujiangyan has beautiful scenery, but the population is small, and all the fun things are in Chengdu.

Alas, it’s only because that guy is young, otherwise he could be taken directly to Chengdu and the program would be much richer.

By the way, he is him and you are you. Tell me what you want to play and I will arrange it for you. I guarantee you will have fun and your trip will be worthwhile. "

“Look at the pandas.”

"Um...then I'll buy you tickets?"

"Ah."

"You can arrange your work as you wish. Just tell me when you are leaving and I will approve your internship. Don't worry."

"Thank you."

"I should thank you." Wu Xin subconsciously reached for the cigarette box, but as he was doing so, his hands froze.

Runsheng thought he had run out of cigarettes, so he reminded him, "The store is over there."

Wu Xin took out the cigarette box and placed the lighter and cigarette box on the steps: "I don't smoke anymore. I plan to quit."

Runsheng picked up the lighter. The lighter had clear texture and exquisite shape. Runsheng put it in his pocket but did not take the cigarette.

"See you."

"See you."

After Wu Xin left, Runsheng prepared to go buy food.

The hospital has a cafeteria, but even though the sun is starting to set, it’s still some time before dinner time.

Looking around, Runsheng saw a man riding a tricycle driving into the hospital. The tricycle was loaded with several large trays, selling steamed buns.

Runsheng stopped him.

After a while, the man rode his tricycle away from the hospital with a bright smile on his face.

In the ward.

Liang Yan and Liang Li watched Runsheng go out to buy food and come back with two full bags of steamed buns.

Liang Yan: "Only this?"

Runsheng: "The cafeteria hasn't opened yet, this is the only thing you can buy in the hospital."

Liang Li: "Isn't there a restaurant outside the hospital?"

Runsheng: "Xiaoyuan and the others are talking outside, we shouldn't disturb them."

After distributing steamed buns to the two sisters, Runsheng sat on the ground.

There was an empty chair, but Runsheng liked to watch the python under the bed eat. Looking at it, the steamed bun in his mouth seemed to have a bit of meaty flavor.

Liang Yan: "Can you tell us about your boss?"

Liang Li: "Anyway, our guy has a very good relationship with your boss."

Runsheng said nothing, just concentrated on eating the steamed bun.

Liang Yan: "Just say whatever you want. Do you have to be so tight-lipped? We all have to cooperate now."

"He's coming out." Liang Li covered her right eye with her hand and continued, "He's coming in our direction."

Although the two sisters did not leave the ward, the little Taoist priest's every move was still under their control.

Liang Li took the initiative to walk over and open the door. The little Taoist priest happened to pass by the door and looked inside out of habit. When he saw so many steamed buns next to Runsheng, he was slightly stunned.

Then he continued walking forward, smiling, and down the stairs.

Liang Li did not follow him out, but leaned against the wall, continued to cover her right eye and kept watch.

Liang Yan: "Where did he go?"

Liang Li: "They left the hospital building, but it looks like they are not leaving the hospital."

Liang Yan: "Keep watching."

Liang Li: "You talk too much."

After a while, Liang Li said, "He's back and going upstairs."

Liang Yan: "What did he do?"

Liang Li: "I can't tell. It looks like he's looking for something, but he didn't find it."

After the young Taoist priest walked up to this floor, Liang Li took off the hand that was covering her right eye.

"Um...Excuse me, can you sell me a few steamed buns?"

The young Taoist priest stood at the door, his expression both generous and shy.

This gave Runsheng a sense of familiarity. In the past, Xiaoyuan also liked to use this expression when facing outsiders.

"My grandparents like to eat his steamed buns. He sells them in the hospital at this time every day. I just went down to look for him but couldn't find him. I asked someone and found out that he had just arrived today and had been bought up by someone."

Runsheng: "How many do you want?"

Little Taoist priest: "Four, three is fine too."

Runsheng pointed to the bag in front of him and motioned for him to take it.

"Thank you."

The little Taoist priest came over, took out three steamed buns from the bag, and then handed the coin that had been held in his hand for a long time and was covered with sweat to Runsheng.

Runsheng pushed the money back and took two steamed buns and put them in his hand.

"No charge."

"How can this be done!"

"It's our custom to share dry food without charging money."

When you are away from home, you can make up customs according to your needs, provided that your hometown is not famous.

"Thank you. Your hometown is."

"Nantong."

"Uh..." The little Taoist priest smiled awkwardly and added, "The land is blessed with outstanding people."

Runsheng waved at him.

The little Taoist priest took the steamed bun and left.

Liang Yan: "Nantong?"

Liang Li: "Last time, my grandma told me that the paper boat she made went down the river and sank when it reached Nantong, so she couldn't make it."

Liang Yan: "Is there something wrong with you guys?"

Runsheng: “No problem.”

Liang Li: "It's impossible. Grandma later made several more paper boats. If we approach the Shanghai side, we can pass through. If we approach the Nantong side, we are doomed to sink."

Runsheng: "Is your grandma an evil spirit?"

When the two sisters heard this, their expressions immediately became serious, and they were obviously offended.

They instinctively wanted to scold him, but when they learned from Zhao Yi that the boy had an impressive background, they changed their tune unconsciously.

Liang Yan: "Grandma is the ancestral spirit."

Liang Li: "It is the embodiment of the merits of protecting the area from bad weather and good harvests."

Runsheng: "Oh, it's dead."

Runsheng didn’t understand what grandma and ancestral spirits were. He only knew that as long as the one under the peach forest was there, evil spirits could not enter Nantong.

The two sisters were very angry, but they also knew that the current environment did not allow them to lose their temper.

Liang Li covered her right eye with her hand: "He came out again, walking here, carrying something."

The little Taoist priest appeared at the door again: "Hello, this is the kimchi that my grandma asked me to bring. Try it. The kimchi my grandma made is delicious."

Runsheng took the bag, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. It was very crispy and refreshing, and went well with steamed buns.

The young Taoist priest left.

Liang Yan also tasted the kimchi and asked, "Did you buy all the steamed buns in advance on purpose?"

Liang Li: "To establish a relationship with him?"

Runsheng: "I don't have the brains for that."

The two sisters were not sure whether the man in front of them was speaking in a sarcastic way.

Runsheng bought all the steamed buns because he could really finish them and they were cheap.

It was getting dark.

Runsheng finished eating all the steamed buns and sat there lazily against the wall. Although his living conditions were much better now, he still enjoyed the feeling of security with his belly full.

A small bird flew in through the window, landed on Liang Yan's shoulder, and pecked her earlobe repeatedly.

Liang Yan stood up and said to Run Sheng, "Sun Yan found the Taoist temple of the Taoist priest. The boss asked us to go there now. Let's go."

Runsheng still sat there, not moving.

"Beep beep... beep beep..."

The pager on his waist beeped and Runsheng looked down.

Yin Meng pushed a wheelchair and appeared at the door.

Tan Wenbin, who was sitting in a wheelchair, said, "It's time to hand over the shift."

Runsheng nodded and stood up.

The two sisters stared at Tan Wenbin curiously.

Liang Yan: "You are still alive?"

Liang Li: "How did you do that? Isn't it painful?"

Tan Wenbin: "When this wave is over, we can do a team building and talk about it in detail then."

Liang Yan and Liang Li walked out of the ward, and Runsheng followed them.

Tan Wenbin signaled Yin Meng to push him to the side of the bed, and the python under the bed poked its head out again.

"Be good, go play."

The python circled the wheelchair and then returned to under the bed.

Tan Wenbin looked at Xu Ming and asked, "Can you speak?"

Xu Ming: “Yes.”

Tan Wenbin: "Then tell me about what happened today. The more detailed the better. I will be able to use it."

While Xu Ming was telling the story, Yin Meng squatted on the ground, looking at the python under the bed.

She took a fancy to the python skin, thinking it would be perfect for making a whip, and the remaining meat and bones could be stewed for Runsheng to eat.

After listening to Xu Ming's story, Tan Wenbin turned his head and saw Yin Meng still staring at the snake. Tan Wenbin said, "Hey, this belongs to our ally. Mengmeng, please control yourself."

Yin Meng: "It's not like there can be friction between allies."

Tan Wenbin: "There's no need to do such a thing that would lose the big picture for the sake of the small, but to be honest, Sanyanzi's ability to organize his troops and prepare for war is really strong."

When in Lijiang, Zhao Yi's team, including Zhao Yi himself, were almost disabled, but he managed to complete the reconstruction and improvement in such a short time.

Without comparing with his own team, just looking at the overall level of the team, Zhao Yi is really aiming for the top group.

"Cough cough..."

Xu Ming coughed lightly a few times to indicate that he was still there.

"Meng Meng, send yours out."

"it is good."

Yin Meng flicked her finger and the insect flew out, going to the ward where the little Taoist priest was for monitoring.

Tan Wenbin shrank back into his wheelchair and yawned slightly.

"I'm feeling faint now. Mengmeng, you stay with me while I faint for a while."

Tan Wenbin closed his eyes and lost consciousness.

When Yin Meng pushed him away, his consciousness was in a trance for a moment.

Yin Meng: "He went to the bathroom."

Tan Wenbin nodded: "Push me over first."

When the young Taoist priest was walking back from the toilet, he saw a wheelchair parked in the aisle. He walked over curiously and saw a sick older brother sitting on it.

The older brother looked very unhappy, as if he was seriously ill and would not live long.

Tan Wenbin slowly opened his eyes and looked into the eyes of the little Taoist priest.

"Big brother, which ward are you in? Let me push you back."

Tan Wenbin: "I don't want to go back to the ward, it's too depressing there, I want to go to the terrace to get some fresh air."

"Then I'll push you there?"

"Okay, please."

"No trouble, no trouble."

The young Taoist priest walked to the back and put his hands on the wheelchair.

"hiss……"

This wheelchair is so cold, it feels like touching ice.

"what happened?"

"nothing."

Enduring the pain in his palms, the young Taoist priest pushed Tan Wenbin to the terrace on this floor.

"Just here."

"it is good."

The young Taoist loosened his hands and looked down. His palms had turned slightly purple and he felt nothing when pinched.

"call……"

Breathe in and rub your hands.

The young Taoist rubbed his hands for a long time before he gradually felt better.

"Big brother, I'll go back first." "Okay."

The young Taoist priest walked back, stopped, turned around, and looked back before turning the corner. He saw that the wheelchair that Tan Wenbin was sitting in had actually reached the edge of the terrace. There were railings around the terrace, but there were only two at the top and middle. An adult could easily jump off the building by sliding from the bottom one.

At this time, the person in the wheelchair was trying to shake his body, and his head was sliding down little by little.

The young Taoist priest immediately turned around and ran back, grabbed Tan Wenbin's collar with one hand and pulled the wheelchair backwards with the other hand.

After being pushed back to the center of the terrace, the little Taoist first breathed a sigh of relief, then gasped wildly. His hands were frozen and hurt even more, especially the hand that had just grabbed Tan Wenbin's clothes.

Suddenly, the young Taoist priest seemed to have thought of something. He widened his eyes and looked at Tan Wenbin.

"You...you...are you...are you already..."

"I'm not dead."

"Not dead?" The young Taoist reached into his pocket, but found nothing. His outer Taoist robe was left in the water cave, and the talisman paper was also there.

Tan Wenbin asked back: "What do you think I wanted to do just now?"

Little Taoist priest: "You want to commit suicide?"

Tan Wenbin: "How can I commit suicide if I'm dead?"

Young Taoist priest: "Yes, that's right, but why are you so cold?"

Tan Wenbin: “ALS.”

Young Taoist priest: "Ah? It seems... it seems I have heard it on the radio before."

Tan Wenbin: "What's your name?"

Young Taoist priest: "Chen Jing."

Tan Wenbin: "Will you chat with me for a while?"

The young Taoist priest looked embarrassed.

Tan Wenbin looked towards the railing, his eyes gradually dimmed, as if his determination to die had been rekindled.

"I'll go tell my grandparents that I'm going to the bathroom. They'll be worried if I don't come back for too long. Can you tell them before I come out?"

"Ok, I will wait for you."

Chen Jing ran away.

After a while, he ran back with a cup of hot water in his hand.

"Here, drink something hot to warm yourself up."

"it is good."

Chen Jing sat down next to him.

Tan Wenbin took a sip of water and asked, "You have a good relationship with your grandparents?"

"Well, they brought me up when I was a kid."

"Where's your father?"

"My father is a Taoist priest and also my master. He doesn't like me to call him father and only wants me to call him master."

Chen Jing was not on guard, and life in the Taoist temple was too monotonous and almost isolated from the world, so he had a strong desire to talk.

Tan Wenbin didn't try to trick Chen Jing into talking on purpose. Chen Jing just poured out all the information he could about the people and events from his childhood to his adulthood.

However, he omitted some matters regarding the sect's formations and cultivation. It was not because he wanted to keep things to himself, but because he felt it was inappropriate to tell Tan Wenbin about these matters, as it might bring trouble to Tan Wenbin.

The more he talked, the happier he became, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

Tan Wenbin only gave just the right amount of response at key points to continue to enhance his speaking interest.

Finally, he finished speaking, took a deep breath, looked up at the starry sky, and there seemed to be light in his eyes: "How I hope that grandpa's illness can get better."

Tan Wenbin: "No matter what the final result is, at least you and your grandfather have no regrets, right?"

"Yes, thank you, big brother. Oh, I forgot to ask you what your name is."

"Tan Wenbin."

"Brother Tan?"

"Call me Brother Bin."

"Okay, Brother Binbin."

Hearing this address, Tan Wenbin smiled unconsciously.

On weekdays, only Brother Xiaoyuan would call me "Brother Binbin".

In fact, from the first time they met, Tan Wenbin noticed that this little Taoist priest was very similar to Brother Xiaoyuan, especially his smile.

I remember that there was a period of time when Brother Xiaoyuan liked to use this smile very much.

However, Brother Xiaoyuan's smile was acted, while the boy's expression was natural and spontaneous.

After all, not every teenager is called "Brother Xiaoyuan".

Perhaps, this is also the reason why Brother Xiaoyuan asked me to come here to take charge of the task.

Brother Xiaoyuan doesn’t like children, especially those who look like him.

Now, Tan Wenbin’s contact mission has been completed, and there were only three original confirmed targets.

The first is the strength of the young Taoist priest. The young Taoist priest is an entry-level Taoist and knows some Taoist techniques and has honed the basic skills, but he has never put them into practice. Otherwise, in his current situation, it would be impossible for him to be fooled so easily.

The second is the relationship between the young Taoist priest and the Taoist priest. At present, although the two are father and son, their relationship is not deep.

Tan Wenbin had a feeling that their father-son relationship must have experienced a major breakdown recently.

Because every time the young Taoist mentioned his master, he was very excited at the beginning, but his tone became low halfway through the conversation, as if a fresh wound was hurting.

The third is the character of the young Taoist priest, which is very crucial.

The identity of the young Taoist priest will definitely be exploited by himself and others. If he has a bad character, they will just throw him away after using him without any guilt; if he has a good character, then we have to consider the whole process and protect him in this storm.

Chen Jing: "Ah, we've been chatting so late by accident, Brother Binbin, can I push you back?"

"it is good."

Tan Wenbin put a sealing talisman on the wheelchair and covered it with a blanket.

Chen Jing rolled up his sleeves in his palms and reached out to push the wheelchair again. Originally, a layer of cloth would not have any effect, but this time, Chen Jing was surprised to find that it was not as cold as before.

"Brother Binbin, your condition has improved!"

"Your contribution makes me feel good after chatting with you."

"Then I need to talk to my grandpa more. However, he is unconscious most of the time and is rarely awake during the day."

"He can feel you're there with him."

When the wheelchair reached the door of the ward, Chen Jing was a little surprised and said, "I've been to this ward before. Before, a very tall brother bought a lot of steamed buns and gave me several as gifts."

"He is my friend, his name is Mule."

"Is your last name Luo?"

"Okay, go back and rest. You still have to run around taking care of patients tomorrow."

"Brother Binbin, you should also go to bed early. If you want to chat, call me, especially on the terrace."

"Okay, definitely."

After Chen Jing left, Yin Meng came over and closed the door of the ward.

Yin Meng: "Sure enough, there is no one in this world that you can't handle, even if you are about to turn into a ghost."

Tan Wenbin: "Not a bad kid, like the brother Xiaoyuan I just met."

Yin Meng: "It sounds... a little scary."

Tan Wenbin: "At the beginning, Brother Xiaoyuan was quite warm. While my dad was beating me with a belt, he even helped me finish my homework and papers."

Yin Meng: "Anyway, you are the ones who make the decision."

Tan Wenbin: "Wrong, I am only responsible for making suggestions. Brother Xiaoyuan makes the decision, but I think the child should be kept."

After Chen Jing returned to the ward, he first covered his grandmother who was sleeping in the bed with a quilt, then picked up a towel and gently wiped the saliva from the corner of his grandfather's mouth on the bed.

After confirming everything, he sat on the chair, holding his chin with both hands, looking at his grandfather and grandmother, his mind full of beautiful memories of the time when they lived together.

Although he was born without a mother, he still had a beautiful and happy childhood.

……

"You guys are looking for this family. They went to the hospital a long time ago. There's no one at home now. Hey, this is really strange. I never saw any guests coming to their house before, but how come they have guests every day after they were admitted to the hospital?"

After the neighbor finished shouting, he walked to the toilet while touching his butt, pulled his boxer shorts down, and started making noises.

Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi stood at the door. The coordinates of this location were also sent back by the animals sent by Sun Yan. After the Taoist priest left the hospital, he came here again and then went to Qingcheng Mountain.

Zhao Yi: "This should be the home of the little Taoist's grandparents."

Li Zhuiyuan: “Yes.”

Zhao Yi: "Let's go in and take a look? Maybe there are clues as to why he came here on his way back to the Taoist temple."

Li Zhuiyuan pointed in the direction of the neighbor's toilet and said, "Let's check on him first."

Zhao Yi dodged away at an extremely fast speed. The neighbor had just finished peeing and pulled up his pants, and was still in the bird-catching stage.

A hand appeared in front of him, with a knockout scent on its fingertips. Before he could figure out what was going on, he was knocked unconscious.

Li Zhuiyuan walked over and signaled Zhao Yi to lay the neighbor man flat on the ground.

The boy placed his hand gently on the man's forehead, tapping it lightly with his fingertips as he closed his eyes.

With several experiences under his belt, Li Zhuiyuan did not choose to read all of the man's memories this time. Instead, he quickly looked forward to see if there were any signs of modification.

Soon, he found it. If he had to make a metaphor, memory was like a steel pipe with an area that had been re-welded.

Li Zhuiyuan began to focus on reading this memory. Fortunately, this original memory was not erased, but was broken up.

The boy suspected that it might be because this memory happened relatively early, and at that time "that person" was not as comfortable as he is now.

The rough work done back then also left enough traces, so Li Zhuiyuan did the splicing himself.

It is not very complete and not very coherent. It is a bit like reading a pirated comic book. There are many wrong pages, missing pages and repetitions, but it does not affect the understanding of the story.

This memory began on a night similar to tonight, when the neighbor also came out to the toilet.

He has a problem with frequent and urgent urination, so he has to get up many times a night.

When I finished using the toilet and was about to go back to my room to sleep, I seemed to hear strange noises coming from the house next door.

The neighbor had always been obsessed with the girl next door. They had lived in separate courtyards since they were young and were childhood sweethearts. He had also fantasized about becoming a couple with her in the future.

Unexpectedly, that girl got pregnant before marriage for some reason.

This is a very shameful thing in the village nowadays, and the man has never officially appeared.

"Is she about to give birth?"

The neighbors acted partly out of obsession with her and partly out of simple kindness among neighbors. After all, there was a pregnant woman in the family and nothing could go wrong.

He climbed over the wall, came to the other side's yard, sneaked to the window, and looked inside through the gap.

The next scene was the most severely damaged and could no longer be connected. Only some scenes could be seen, including a pregnant woman tied to a rack, two elderly people with their hands and feet bound and their mouths gagged, and a man with a stern face and wearing a Taoist robe.

The man was much younger than he is now, and he was the young Taoist priest's master.

The master held a large black gourd in his hand. Some of the stems were as slender and straight as reed stems. One part of them pierced into the gourd and the other part pierced into the pregnant woman's body. The pregnant woman's wrist was cut and blood flowed out into the white gourd below.

Input is flowing out at the same time. When one is empty and the other is full, swap them and start over.

The blood originally in the gourd was not ordinary people's blood, but demon blood. This simple and crude method of blood transfusion was equivalent to sentencing the pregnant woman to death.

The pregnant woman was struggling in pain. The elderly people on both sides were not knocked unconscious and were witnessing it all, crying and whimpering.

In the last picture, the Taoist priest looked up and made eye contact with "Li Zhuiyuan". The neighbor who was peeking was discovered at this time.

His memory was also modified.

Killing is actually easier, but what happened next was that the Taoist priest also modified the memories of the little Taoist priest's grandparents. He wanted the little Taoist priest to grow up in a "normal family environment."

This is also the reason why he did not choose to use force to take the little Taoist priest away in the hospital today.

This stubbornness must have a deeper purpose.

In reality, Li Zhuiyuan opened his eyes and described to Zhao Yi the memory scene he had seen before.

After listening to this, Zhao Yi said, "That little Taoist priest was specially cultivated. The other party not only wanted physical quality, but also mental health."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Now we can go visit the family there."

Zhao Yi: "Wait a moment, I'll take this old man to the house first, don't let him get colder if he sleeps here."

When Zhao Yi sent everyone out, he found that the boy had climbed over the wall and was standing at the door of the next room.

Zhao Yi took a simple run-up, leaped down, and landed next to the young man.

He deliberately wanted to show off his skills in order to wash away the stereotype of himself in the boy's mind.

Li Zhuiyuan grabbed the door lock with his right hand, and the blood mist overflowed and penetrated into the lock. With a crisp "click", the lock fell and the door opened.

It was an ordinary village house that had not been lived in for some time and was a little dusty, but the items inside were arranged in order.

There is only one bedroom, with a big bed and a small bed, and there are a lot of toys hanging on the small bed.

It seems that even after the young Taoist priest followed his master into the Taoist temple, the old couple still preserved his bed and various traces of his life as a reminder of him.

Zhao Yi sniffed and asked, "Do you smell it? It smells like mud."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Mud?"

Zhao Yi: "Mud and dust are floating in the air, leaving a faint residue. This has nothing to do with the formation. It's purely because I used to have a mysophobia and don't like dust in the house."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Where?"

"It's under the cot." Zhao Yi leaned over. "Someone just opened a crack here. Wait a minute, I'll pry it open."

Zhao Yi took out the bricks and stones one by one, and the inner wall began to loosen. A piece of waterproof leather was revealed. He grabbed it and pulled it upwards, and a dried corpse covered with green hair appeared inside.

There were many Taoist talismans pasted on the mummy, some new and some old. It seemed that the Taoist priest would come to this room regularly, open the mezzanine and paste new talismans.

Zhao Yi: "So, the little Taoist's mother died during childbirth."

Li Zhuiyuan: “Yes.”

Zhao Yi: "He killed someone and sealed him here, allowing her to watch her child fall asleep every night. Haha, he might still think he is kind."

The two old people would definitely bring their grandson to worship their daughter during the holidays. The little Taoist's mother must have a grave, but the grave should be empty. Every night, they sleep in the same room with their daughter whom they miss every day.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Evil spirit entered her body, she died during childbirth, and she was suppressed all the time. She has no chance to be reborn."

Zhao Yi: "If I can choose, I would rather just barge into my house and do whatever I have to do, whether I can do it or not is another matter.

This method of memory modification makes you treat your mortal enemy as a relative, which is disgusting just thinking about it."

Li Zhuiyuan reached out, plucked a bunch of green hair from the mummy, and handed it to Zhao Yi: "Smell this again."

"what?"

"Did you smell what kind of demon it is?"

"Do you think I'm Roaring Sky Dog?"

"After all, he was Erlang Shen."

Zhao Yi took the green hair and put it in his pocket: "Let Sun Yan distinguish it later. She will definitely be able to tell the difference."

"Seal it back first and pay attention to the details."

"I should have known not to come out with you. I have to do all the work."

"You were lazy a lot when the gate of life and death was sewn on your forehead."

Zhao Yi sealed the mummy back again. After finishing his job, he clapped his hands and walked out of the house with the young man.

A big bird circled in the sky twice and then fell towards Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi: "Does it look familiar? The one you strangled to death. I refined it into a puppet, but it consumed a lot of my good materials."

The big bird landed on Zhao Yi's arm, twisted its neck stiffly, and then its mouth began to tremble and made a special sound.

Zhao Yi smiled and said, "Okay, Liang Yan and the others have already led a team to the Taoist temple, and they are currently attacking it.

This way, we can delay the Taoist so that he can't go to the hospital tonight; we can also borrow someone else's hand to test the Taoist's true strength in advance."

It's just that it's a bit inhumane, I'm sorry for them."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Where is that inhumane?"

"They were going there to get the invitation to the Demon Sealing Conference. Were we giving them a detour, weren't we?"

"The invitation was probably sent by that Taoist. Isn't it a good idea to ask the person who sent it for the invitation?"

Zhao Yi heard this and nodded with a smile:

"Yes, I am happy to help."

(End of this chapter)