Chapter 81 Soul Lighting...

In the end, before he had time to catch the "broken bowl fairy" on Zhao's father, Zhao Yunlan withdrew under his father's strong aura - his father was always not comfortable when he saw Shen Wei, and the old man was not at ease for a while. Shu Xun could probably endure it, but if he was uncomfortable for a long time, he would make others feel uncomfortable.

In this regard, Zhao Yunlan felt very embarrassed, and they all got into the car, still talking to Shen Wei: "Other people recruited are all beautiful fox immortals, but he has bad character and brings a broken bowl - I suspect that the old man was not in his previous life. The gang of beggars are the bald monks who hold broken bowls and go around for alms."

Shen Wei: "It's alright, don't worry, the Shennong family has always been sympathetic to people, and generally will not do anything to hurt mortals. Besides, haven't you already put a mark on him, I will pay attention to you when I look back. "

Zhao Yunlan gave a gān laugh: "Haha, how embarrassed, let that fucking father-in-law bother you so much before you even got through the door."

...He probably remembered whether to eat or fight, he had long forgotten about Shen Wei's anger just now, and he started flirting casually again.

Zhao Yunlan originally wanted to invite Shen Wei to watch a movie, but it was Valentine's Day anyway. Who knew that the temperature of the air conditioner in the car was too high. He fell asleep without realizing it. I'm still wondering, thinking that I haven't had anything to do recently, why is it so easy to get tired?

Maybe caught a cold.

However, he slept peacefully without falling asleep, and he was still dreaming one after another, as if there was always someone in the white mist who kept saying to him, "You can't stand the long run, right and wrong, good and evil, and you can't see through life and death. …”

Che Gulu talked too much, and even Zhao Yunlan couldn't help thinking: life and death, what exactly is life and death?

The endless sound of torture became louder and louder. Zhao Yunlan also knew that he was dreaming, but he couldn't wake up from life and death. I don't know how long this tossing and chaotic dream lasted, and he seemed to be stuck in an endless swamp. , the more you struggle, the more you suffocate.

Until a bowl filled with fishy smell was stuffed into his mouth, the man ignored his dodge, opened his mouth again, and poured it down forcibly. Zhao Yunlan followed his instinct and refused to swallow, and pushed his tongue out. , the man held his head, and then, the familiar smell came, the soft lips were attached, and the medicine was put in.

Zhao Yunlan finally struggled out of the dream, and found that he had returned home at some point, lying on the bed, Shen Wei put down the medicine bowl, brought a cup of tea with just the right temperature, lowered his head, and pressed Zhao Yunlan on his forehead on his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Come on, drink the water and rinse your mouth."

Zhao Yunlan glanced at him silently, took the tea, her long and thick eyelashes drooped down, and her forehead was still covered in cold sweat from a nightmare.

He drank the tea root in one breath, and then said to Shen Wei in a hoarse voice: "I don't know why, I'm so tired recently."

Shen Wei paused before saying, "Maybe it's just coming out of the Great Shenmu, it's too exhausting."

"Oh," Zhao Yunlan suddenly raised his eyes, looked at him with no meaning, and deliberately prolonged his voice, "I thought..."

Shen Wei's back froze.

Just listened to the second guy saying "嘤嘤嘤" in a voice full of twists and turns: "They have your child."

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

Zhao Yunlan took out his mobile phone to check the time, and found that there was an email in the mailbox, which was sent by Wang Zheng. Wang Zheng briefly described the case: In the suburb of a prefecture-level city more than 300 kilometers away from Longcheng, there was a convalescent The theme of the villa group, when an owner got up early in the morning to exercise, he found a corpse in the woods outside the community. His face was blue and blue, his expression was frightened, and he was holding a black dog by the neck. The man and the dog were cold. .

At the end, Wang Zheng reminded very professionally: "It's almost the seventh day."

Legend has it that the seventh day of the first lunar month is a person's day, and one can take advantage of the loopholes to borrow lifespan.

Folklore is to use black dog blood to communicate yīn yang, and then write the birthdays of the borrower and the borrowed person on a piece of paper with black dog blood, and then mark the number of lifespans borrowed, and then use incense candles to hold the four corners of the paper, Gao Xiang went straight up, indicating that a ghost who saw took a bribe and opened one eye and closed the other, so he could burn the paper with the birth date and the number of years he borrowed, and let the person who borrowed the life take the paper. Swallow the ashes, and it's done.

In ancient times, the elderly were usually sick, and filial sons and grandsons took the initiative to light incense and candles to express their willingness to lend their lifespan. But until now, no one knows about these customs. Most of them are greedy for life and fear of death.

In the past, voluntary borrowing of life was unsuccessful. If the elders were still at the end of their lifespans, the younger ones would burn incense and pray afterward, and perform another ritual to take back their lifespan. But stealing longevity is different. If the stealing is successful, the Taoist who steals longevity for others is exchanging yīn virtue for money. If it is not successful, the person who does it may be attacked, and the greedy employer who does not live enough will prevent this immoral disaster. .

It is not uncommon for people to die next to a black dog before the seventh day of the first lunar month. The Special Investigation Department handles several such cases every year. Zhao Yunlan forwarded an email to everyone in the Criminal Investigation Department and asked them to discuss for themselves. at a glance.

Before he could finish typing a few words, Zhao Yunlan's eyelids were about to close together. After qiáng supported the transmission, he almost fell headfirst at the speed of fainting, and a sheep fell asleep before finishing counting.

When Zhu Hong received the email reminder, she was meditating on the roof. She dragged her long snake tail and tried to let the moonlight that is not very bright spread evenly on her body - this is not good in northern cities, and will see you in winter. In less than a few sunny days, it is either fog or snow, and it is rare to encounter a moonlit night where you can meditate for a while.

As soon as Zhu Hong opened her eyes, she didn't care about her mobile phone. She saw the man sitting opposite first, and she was stunned: "Fourth uncle?"

The Fourth Uncle Snake turned around, lowered his eyes and looked at her: "Back then, you couldn't survive the calamity and you were injured by the thunder, I entrusted you to the soul-suppressing commander, and hoped that he would protect you with his most radiant energy. Now it seems that he really took good care of you."

He said, waved his hand, and created a small shelter out of thin air on the roof of the building screaming the northwest wind. There was a large solid wood tea tray. The teapot was already filled with tea leaves, and Uncle Snake waved to Zhu Hong: "Come on."

Zhu Hong Snake's tail turned into a leg, quickly glanced at Zhao Yunlan's email, then walked over and said with some hesitation: "We asked the Lord to say that there is a case now..."

"Borrowing your longevity is not enough for Xiao Xiao to be attacked," Fourth Uncle Snake glanced at him and said without raising his eyelids, "I came to see you this time, and there is one thing I want to discuss with you."

The Fourth Uncle Snake seems to be the patriarch of the Snake Clan. He is a kind-hearted person with an incomprehensible heart. He never asks anyone to "discuss" anything he encounters. After saying this, he is mostly decided. Just being polite.

Zhu Hong couldn't help sitting up straight.

Fourth Uncle Snake picked up the boiling water and poured tea, and said leisurely in the mist: "Longcheng is not a place to concentrate on cultivation, you see, most of the few clansmen in the demon market live in the outer suburbs. In the past few years, you really didn't make much progress in your practice, I don't need to say this, you know it in your heart."

Zhu Hong glanced at him cautiously, took the teacup, and asked tentatively, "What does the fourth uncle mean to let me move to the suburbs?"

Seeing that she was deliberately pretending to be confused, Uncle Snake stopped going around in circles, smiled softly, and pointedly pointed out: "I mean to let you leave Longcheng."

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

"Back then, I just entrusted you to the Lord of the Soul Requiring Order. In return, you served him to drive him, but you are not bound by the Soul Rejuvenating Order. Even if you want to leave now, there is nothing wrong with it."

Zhu Hong bit his lip.

"Why, can't bear him?" The Fourth Uncle Snake was still gentle and amiable when he spoke, a little smile on the corner of his mouth like a bodhisattva in a temple, but his eyes were very aggressive, "If you still take me as a Elder, just listen to my advice and leave here with me immediately. Then again, if he really has you in his heart, the fourth uncle wouldn't come to be this annoying stick, but don't you know what he's thinking?"

Zhu Hong remained silent.

Fourth Uncle Snake tapped lightly with his fingers on the edge of the table: "You have been a smart child since you were a child. I'll stop at some words, and I won't say anything in depth. You have to figure it out for yourself."

Zhu Hong's fingers holding the phone contracted spasmically, and blue veins burst out on the back of her hand. The poor electronic product could not withstand the test of such a physical attack. With a soft sound, the back cover was lifted, and the screen shattered into spider webs. , On the spot, the chuī lamp pulled out the wax.

Fourth Uncle Snake sat leisurely and drank tea with his eyes down, without urging her.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Hong said softly, "I'll finish this case for him...for him, and then say goodbye to him in person...Is that okay?"

The Fourth Uncle Snake knew the reason for stopping when it was enough, and he immediately nodded rationally when he heard the words: "There is a beginning and an end, it should be like this."

After he finished speaking, he took out a small box from his arms, and when he opened it, there was a radiant bead inside: "This is a water dragon ball, you can bring it on your body to turn bad luck into good luck, avoid water and fire, you When I said goodbye, I transferred it to the commander, and I have been taken care of by him for many years. My family has a deep sense of it, and this little thing is really not respectful."

Zhu Hong took it over and wanted to say thank you, but Uncle Snake had already disappeared in a flash.

The moonlight was just right, but she was already in a turmoil, and she was no longer in the mood to meditate. She lowered her head to pick up the wreckage of her mobile phone, pulled out the card, and disappeared into the night after a few ups and downs.

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

Shen Wei sleeps very lightly, and sometimes Zhao Yunlan even suspects that he can't sleep well, so since he moved in, he is afraid of disturbing him every day, so Zhao Yunlan has set the phone to vibrate and put it on the cabinet on his side. One day, because he fell asleep too fast, he didn't have time to put his phone away, and fell asleep with it in his hand.

The phone vibrated in his palm, and it woke him up silently.

Zhao Yunlan didn't check the text message, first instinctively held his breath and turned his head to see if he had woken up Shen Wei, but found that the sky above the room on the other side was dàngdàng. How long have you been away.

Zhao Yunlan sat up and rubbed his eyes vigorously. Only then did he see the lights in the kitchen. He swiped his feet on the ground twice, his shoes were kicked, and he walked over with bare feet.

Shen Wei was facing his back. There was a small casserole on the stove next to him. He was cooking something. He could faintly smell the fragrance of medicinal herbs. Zhao Yunlan blinked and rolled up his sleeves in confusion: "What are you stewing? Let me help..."

Shen Wei was startled by his sudden sound, the knife in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and the tip of the knife was still stained with blood and splashed on the snow-white locker. Zhao Yunlan's voice stopped abruptly, and his pupils Shrinking, drowsiness disappeared in an instant - that sharp knife... was originally inserted into Shen Wei's own chest.

Shen Wei's face was as pale as paper, and for a few seconds, the kitchen was so silent that you could even hear the sound of needles falling.

After a while, Zhao Yunlan suddenly strode over, grabbed Shen Wei's shoulder, and ripped open his clothes fiercely. The stab wound on the pale chest had already healed, but the edge of the pajamas was unavoidable. Stained with some blood, Zhao Yunlan felt that the knife was stuck in his own heart, and it hurt to move. He very carefully stretched out his finger and touched Shen Wei's seemingly unharmed chest. He asked hoarsely, "What's the matter?"

Shen Wei was silent.

Zhao Yunlan grabbed him by the collar, and his voice suddenly became louder: "I ask you what's the matter, talk!"

Shen Wei was pushed by him and hit his lower back heavily on the chopping board. With a "bang", Zhao Yunlan has limited patience with others and has a bad temper, but he has never spoken harshly or angered to Shen Wei. Most of the fires were fake fires, and the poisonous words passed away. Unexpectedly, when Shen Wei came, he would arouse his real fire.

In an instant, Zhao Yunlan understood the feeling that he had used yīn beheading in the hospital, when Shen Wei raised his hand high and almost slapped him. A breath was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't even catch his breath. For a moment, his mind was empty, and after a long time, Zhao Yunlan heard himself repeatedly asking: "What did you give me to drink? What? Shen Wei! You fucking look at me and talk!"

"At that time... your left shoulder lost the soul fire, and the blood in your heart turned into the wick of the soul-suppressing lamp," Shen Wei said in a low voice after a long while, "Originally, the primordial spirit was poured out, and the three souls were unstable. The qiáng ascended to the godhead, but after all, you were born in a place of arrogance and disrespect, the ghost clan is filthy and ominous, you and I have been together for a long time, and you will become weak like this at the beginning, and it will be easy to lose both qi and blood after a long time. If this continues, sooner or later there will be One day, you will be exhausted by me."

When Shen Wei said this, he quickly lowered his eyes, hiding under his crow feather-like eyelashes, his eyes were dark, and he could hardly hear: "Shen Nong said thousands of years ago that I was born as a ghost king, and I was destined to be born. There is no good beginning and no good end, if you insist on protecting me and taking me, one day, you will be killed by me."

This sentence was like a needle, which drained Zhao Yunlan's strength in an instant. He let go of Shen Wei, took a staggering step back, and almost knocked 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 trembled violently, "Is that the 'lamp oil' you gave me?"

Shen Wei looked at him and smiled very lightly: "I even have a black soul, but there is a little bit of gāngān on the top of my heart to keep you clean, the blood is still red, use it to protect you, I am willing ."

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

If Shen Wei doesn't like him and is indifferent to him, he can choose to continue to entangle him, or he can choose to leave in a dashing manner.

If Shen Wei lied to him, harmed him, or felt sorry for him, he could choose to forgive, or he could choose to disappear.

But Shen Wei was like a spider, sticking him hard in a place where he couldn't speak, scold, wish, or accept.

For a long time, Zhao Yunlan didn't say a word, grabbed a thick coat from the coat hanger in the entrance, wrapped it around him, and opened the door without looking back.

It turns out that there is a kind of love, which is a knife in the heart.

The author has something to say: "There is a kind of love that is a knife in the heart" from "Life and Death Fatigue" by Mo Yan82