The coin was covered with blood and brain matter. Obviously, this was the murderous weapon that penetrated the eyebrows.

It is more obvious that this is what the elusive hunchbacked old man did!

But who is he? Why do he help me one after another, but never meet me?

Of course, now is not the time to consider these things, so I have to leave this place of right and wrong immediately.

And it's almost dawn, I have to rush back to save Mr. Wu immediately!

After I took a car, called Xiao Wu and told him to tell the driver's location, I leaned on the back of the chair with my eyes closed and napped in a daze.

I've been so tired these days...

As soon as I entered the small county town of Shanxi, I was chased by the disciples of the God of Death. Then I investigated the construction site and tracked antiques and eliminated the ghost gods. Before I could take a break, I came to Xi'an without stopping. In order to save Mr. Wu, I rushed into the spiritual treasure venue with the Soul Rest Talisman. After this battle, it seemed extremely relaxed, but it drained my energy!

If anyone wants to attack me now, whether it is Longquan Villa, the disciple of the God of Death, or the Lingbao Club that has just been completely offended, I can have a pot of it.

As soon as the taxi arrived at Wu's hometown, Xiao Wu and Yabo quickly came out.

"Shopkeeper Zhang, how about it? My grandfather..."

"Go and find out all the cinnabar in your house, prepare more salt water, glutinous rice and burnt paper, the more the better!" I interrupted him urgently, and walked quickly in while giving instructions.

Xiao Wu hurriedly gestured to the Yabo.

The Yabo nodded repeatedly and trotted and prepared to go.

Xiao Wu took me into the secret room.

Wu Laohuai was still lying on the small iron bed. Although his body did not continue to swell, it became more and more transparent. He seemed to be unable to hold on for long.

I took out the copper jar and said, "These beans are all souls that were murdered by the murderer. I can't tell which one belongs to your grandfather. Let's do a good thing and save all the imprisoned souls."

"You go find a big iron pot, put salt water and cinnabar, put the beans inside and set them on a high heat. When the yin energy in the beans is dispersed, your grandfather's soul will return to his place."

"Shopkeeper Zhang, I... how should I thank you!" Xiao Wu's tears flowed out again.

"Don't say such a naughty thing. If you want to thank me, just use more snacks to learn your skills. This is what your grandfather expects. Let's take the old man into the bathtub first." After that, I held Wu Laohuai's shoulders.

Wu Laohuai was originally thin and as thin as a fire, but his body was filled with yin energy and became extremely heavy.

Xiao Wu is a typical technical otaku and has no strength at all. I am extremely weak now. I have been very tired and have been very strong enough to drag Wu Lao Huai into the bathtub.

I sat on the ground and wiped the sweat beads on my forehead and said, "When the Yama Bo comes back, I will bury the glutinous rice on him, turn all black and then replace it until all the ghosts in my body are sucked dry, and it will be fine."

"Remember, you must wait until the glutinous rice has not changed, and your grandfather has returned to his original body before cooking beans. Otherwise, the body will be filled with yin energy and your grandfather's soul will not be able to enter at all."

"Also, when cooking beans, countless ghosts will definitely scatter. Open the doors and windows, burn more paper money outside the door, and set up a soul-sacrificing array in front of the stove. This thing is very simple. If you don't know, go to the circle to ask, and anyone will know. Do you remember what I said just now?" I asked.

"Remember!" Xiao Wu nodded repeatedly and responded.

"Okay, just do what I said. I'm so tired that I have to go and rest for a while. If you don't understand anything, come and ask me."

"Okay, storekeeper Zhang, go with confidence. I will definitely... Bah, bah, bah!" Xiao Wu was just halfway through, and suddenly realized that this seemed a bit unlucky, so he quickly changed his words: "Brother Zhang, you have a good rest, I will do it." As he said that, he helped me up.

He was originally planning to let me go to his room on the first floor, but I insisted on going to the third floor to sleep in his grandfather's coffin bed.

The coffin bed seemed ordinary, but it had a unique effect. As soon as I closed my eyes, I fell asleep and then had a dream.

Actually, I can't tell whether it's a dream?

Because I saw the boundless white bones again, and a nine-story pagoda stood tall in the distance.

Push the door along the long steps of the white bones.

The scene inside was completely different from the previous times I came here.

Without those eight high platforms, there is no golden blue-eyed deer.

What appeared before me was a piece of smoke.

The smoke rolled and flowed, as if in front of me, one after another, like a real scene.

Fengdu was in a mess, with countless ghostly spirits, and the Naihe Bridge Wangxiangtai collapsed, and there were little ghosts who were carrying white flags behind him. The sculptures symbolizing the judge and the demon emperor had been broken, and only the sculptures of the Demon Lord were still there.

As the smoke rolled, I saw my grandfather again, standing at the intersection of Fengdu, waving to me.

After a while, the smoke was dispersed again. What caught my eye was a towering white mountain range. There seemed to be few people gathering at the foot of the mountain. The appearance was a little unclear, but it could be distinguished from the clothes and postures that they were all masters of the Zhang family in Jiangbei.

A golden unicorn rushed out of the cave deep in the mountains, holding a four-edged golden whip in his mouth. It walked straight towards me, as if to hand it over to me...

The moment I picked up the golden whip, all the illusions were wiped out. In the afterimage, a very familiar figure flashed out, but it made me hate it to the core. It was Long Qingqiu!

He was wearing a blue shirt with his hands on his back, as if he was laughing loudly, and as if he was fighting against something.

All the scenes are fragmented, just afterimages, but they are so clear, just like the coming future

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I don’t know how long I slept, but I woke up slowly.

When I poked my head out of the coffin, I saw that it was already bright and the bright sunlight shone in from the window, shining on the weeds all over the ground, which immediately gave me an illusion.

I am not Zhang Jiulin, nor have any mission or heavy responsibilities, nor Yin Xinyue and Fanfan, nor do I know Li Mazi and Chuyi. I am just a dry bone sleeping in the coffin. All of this is just a dream for me!

I was stunned for a long time, then I woke up completely from the half-dream and half-awake illusion, and jumped out of the coffin.

His physical strength has been fully recovered, and his almost exhausted spiritual power has also returned to his peak state in a dream.

I stretched and moved my hands and feet. I felt that both my body and my spirit were extremely good, and I had never been so good!

Just as he was about to go downstairs to see how Mr. Wu was doing, he suddenly heard a clamor behind him.

When I turned my head and saw that the extremely ordinary poplar coffin actually collapsed!

It was not simply broken or collapsed, but the whole thing turned into ashes.

The ashes still retained the appearance of the coffin, and even the texture of the poplar wood could be clearly seen, as if the coffin had been in stock for hundreds of years!
Chapter completed!