As the night became darker, the business of the hot pot restaurant not only did not appear deserted, but became more and more lively. People came and went, and it was extremely lively. No one noticed Jiang Chen and the others. Xu Wei and the big and small kings discussed it with no idea at all.

Wang Qianqian frowned: "According to this post, cultivating spirit means cultivating souls. Through ancient methods, the soul is powerful. Even if the body is destroyed, it can still maintain its soul indestruction!"

Xu Wei continued to explain: "It should be this, but in recent years, people in the West often die suddenly, commit suicide, fall from a building, or self-immolation. Among these people, there are many people who cultivate spirits. Their souls are strong to a certain extent. In order to seek longer life, they have to abandon their physical bodies, or in other words, their physical bodies cannot withstand powerful souls."

Wang Zhi listened aside, feeling like he was listening to a fantasy story, with indescribable surprise and bizarreness.

Jiang Chen listened carefully, analyzed their conversation, and thought about it carefully: "If spiritual cultivation is true, then it will make sense. As the soul of the spirit becomes stronger, the body cannot bear it, and he can only choose to destroy the body. Perhaps there is another world in a place we don't know. For the time being, people who still have physical bodies cannot reach them."

Xu Wei nodded, and Wang Qianqian echoed: "It should be so, otherwise who would choose to commit suicide?"

I ate this hot pot for a long time, and it was not until the early morning that a few people left. Before leaving, Xu Wei deliberately approached Jiang Chen: "You are right, are you the king? I just discussed with our goddess and asked you to send Qianqian home. The opportunity is for you. Whether you can seize it depends on you."

The big and small kings were several meters away, and Xu Wei's voice was very soft. He greeted Jiang Chen with a grandiosity: "Brother, Wang Zhi and I will take the lead. I will give you the task of sending Qianqian home."

Jiang Chen's thoughts had long gone away, and his mind was full of dreams in the afternoon. Yang Min's rune of tortoise shell was difficult to brush away in his mind. After Xu Wei and the others left, they looked at Wang Qianqian: "Where are you living in? I'll take you back."

"Not far from here, I'll go back after taking a taxi. You'll go home early and have a good rest."

"Okay, I'll help you stop the car."

The two of them had no more words, and it was strange to say that they had guests. Wang Qianqian suddenly said, "Do you know that girl? When I saw you mention her just now, my expression was a little strange."

Jiang Chen nodded: "She should have been my blind date, but she died before she met."

When he spoke, he tried to speak lightly, but his heart was pounding. If the matter of spiritual cultivation was true, then the text message that Yang Min sent after his death was not dead might be true.

In other words, there are still six days before death, no one knows what Yang Min arranged to make him die.

Jiang Chen sighed in his heart: Could it be that he would really die of a life-threatening death?

Wang Qianqian frowned, with a little embarrassed look on her face: "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

"It's okay, I haven't seen it before, let alone have any feelings, I just lament the impermanence of the world."

After saying that, a taxi happened to drive by. Jiang Chen stopped him, opened the door with a gentleman, and signaled Wang Qianqian to sit on: "Be careful on the road."

After parting, Jiang Chen was in a heavy mood. How to deal with it next? He had no idea. Could it be that he would wait for death like this? When he got home, he felt increasingly depressed and lay on the sofa without any sleepiness.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

When he saw that it was his aunt calling, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Auntie, why don't you sleep so late?"

On the other end of the phone, my aunt was very anxious: "How was the matter done in the afternoon? No one answered the number of calls I called your deputy director. Did Yang Min's corpse burn? Did it burn on time?"

"It's burned, but it's more than ten seconds late!"

"What?" The aunt was shocked: "Why is this happening? Didn't Lao Li promise to burn it before that time? Child, are there any other special circumstances besides this?"

Jiang Chen did not hide anything. He could hear that his aunt attached great importance to this matter. He was afraid that spiritual cultivation would be almost the same, otherwise he would not be so nervous. The text message, and the two dreams in the afternoon, told his aunt, and the jade Bodhisattva who the deputy director gave him.

After saying that, my aunt did not respond for a long time, and only spoke after several minutes: "No wonder no one answered Lao Li's phone number. I'm afraid that it's gone. I can hand over the jade Bodhisattva to you. He should have expected something to happen. You should forget the lines on the tortoise shell. You can quickly forget it. You can't think about it or remember it. Go to the funeral home to work tomorrow. Let's go to see if Lao Li is still there. If he is gone, see if he has left you anything."

"Aunt, what exactly is that tortoise shell? Does spiritual cultivation really exist? Then how should I deal with it next?"

Jiang Chen asked.

After hearing what his aunt said, he became more and more worried. Yang Min's text message would come true. He was even worried about how to die. He fell from the building and had a car accident, but he died with his heart like Yang Min.

My aunt sighed: "The spiritual cultivation technique does exist, but the path is not complete now, so people with strong souls die in misfortune. We are still studying it. Since spiritual cultivation is a heritage of ancient methods, it is impossible to cultivate people to death. A simple explanation like Yang Min, similar to the obsession in martial arts dramas. You don't have to worry too much. With that jade Bodhisattva, there will be no problem in the short term."

After receiving a positive answer, Jiang Chen's heart finally fell. Although he was still a little worried, he could do nothing.

He couldn't sleep all night. The next day, Jiang Chen stayed at home until after nine o'clock before leaving. As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the funeral home, he saw several police cars parked at the entrance of the funeral home.

This is the director explaining something to the police. When he saw Jiang Chen, he hurriedly greeted him: "Chen'er, come here, the police need to know something."

When he arrived at the director, Jiang Chen frowned: "Director, is something wrong again?"

"You know?"

Jiang Chen shook his head: "I just guessed that almost all the bodies sent here have been identified by forensic doctors, and usually no police officers come."

The director nodded: "The deputy director and the burner who burned the body yesterday were both dead. I just adjusted the surveillance camera and left before three o'clock. They should be on duty last night. Since the police comrades are here, they must file a case. Just tell them what you know."

Jiang Chen nodded and briefly described what happened yesterday. He confirmed that it had nothing to do with Jiang Chen. One of the police patted the former on the shoulder: "Sign up this record and you can leave."

"Well, can I go and see the body of the deputy director?" Jiang Chen asked this when he remembered what his aunt said.
Chapter completed!