Wen Liang pinched his fingers and counted for nearly five minutes before he stopped talking and opened his gray-blue eyes.

"Daoist, what, how is it?" Boss Zhang was eager to find a girl. Seeing Wen Liang stopped, he quickly asked carefully, "Our family Yingying, she..."

"The little girl is not in danger at the moment, but her life is weak and she can't tell what will happen at any time. I told you before that the person who kidnapped the child was a dying person. Although people are about to die, their words are good, but I'm afraid this man is not."

Wen Liang took out a tissue from the carton of the coffee table and carefully wiped his glassware, "But Boss Zhang, are you sure you haven't offended anyone recently?"

"No, no." Boss Zhang was a little nervous when asked, and he hurriedly took out the crumpled red envelopes he had prepared long ago from his pocket, "Daoist Wen, this is a little thought, please make more effort to find it. Find my Yingying."

The red envelope is not thick, Wen Liang glanced over it like a dragonfly on water, his eyes narrowed again, and he took the red envelope directly into his hand without pretending to be polite.

"That's for sure, it's understandable, after all, the child is lost." Wen Liang put the red envelope in his arms, and gestured to the two of them to leave, "Boss Zhang, I'll retire today, If there is any progress, can we contact you by phone?"

"Daoist Wen, walk slowly, I will ask Zhang Chi to send you two off."

After some shirk, the young man walked ahead on the grounds that the old community was complicated. He led the three people downstairs. The weather outside was hot, and the bamboo leaves on the side of the building were rustled on the rusty railings by the heat wave.

He took a different road than when he came. This road was narrower and colder, and even in the hot summer, he could feel the chill on his back.

It wasn't until he walked under an old locust tree that Zhang Chi, who had just started to keep silent, suddenly stopped, he turned around, and looked at the three behind him with immature but firm eyes: "Master Wen."

Wen Liang was interested in a young adult, and he also stopped in his tracks, and responded with a smile, "Huh?"

"They..." Zhang Chi was not deceived by Wen Liang's smile, he raised his hand and pointed behind Wen Liang, Xie Jin and Ji Duan were standing in the shadow of the locust tree, "He, why can't my dad see him?"

Zhang Chi pointed clearly, and following the direction he pointed, Wen Liang's eyes passed through Xie Jin, and saw Ji Duan with a look of astonishment.

"You, can you see me?" Ji Duan said that it is impossible not to be surprised. So far, only Xie Jin can see him by ordinary people. Netizens in the live broadcast room can only see it through the reflection of the lens, but what about this child?

Ji Duan became interested, he quickly walked to Zhang Chi, pointed to the boy, and then pointed to himself, "Can you really see me?"

"Well..." Zhang Chi was obviously prepared. Seeing this young man who didn't know if he was a ghost or a ghost was so close, he subconsciously took a step back, "You, what the hell are you? And you..."

Zhang Chi suddenly realized that he had made a fatal mistake. He took these three unknown guys down a path that almost no one passed by on weekdays.

He took a few steps back, and his back elbow accidentally touched another body. Zhang Chi hurriedly looked back in astonishment, and then met Xie Jin.

"Don't be afraid, we have no malicious intentions." Xie Jinchao showed a faint smile. He knew that Zhang Chi's behavior was the reaction of a normal person, so he comforted him with the softest tone.

But even in the face of Xie Jin, who had hugged him just now, Zhang Chi couldn't let his guard down, he withdrew a red rope from his neck, and clenched the black jade at the end in his palm: "I, I warn you, if you want to If you hurt my sister, I will never let you go!"

As if Wen Liang had never heard of it, he focused all his attention on the black jade in Zhang Chi's palm, and in response to the boy's vigilant eyes, he smiled and said, "Whether you believe us or not, your sister's disappearance has become a reality, I accept it. With your father's money, I will do my best to find that child."

"...You!" Zhang Chi's eyes widened in anger, and he was so choked that he didn't know what to say. He pursed his lips and thought for a long time, and then pointed at Wen Liang's nose and cursed, "You old man! Then this thing next to you What is it? Are you some shitty cult scumbag to scam money?"

Ji Duan, who was identified as an object, suddenly felt his forehead twitched. He had never seen such a boy in the rebellious period of his youth dare to scold three grown men so calmly.

Speaking of which, he hadn't looked at Zhang Chi carefully. This half-year-old boy was tall and thin, his skin was tanned by the sun, and he looked healthy.

"First of all, I'm not an appendage of this guy." Ji Duan stared at Zhang Chi for a while, then suddenly interjected, he crouched down in front of the boy and looked at him, "My name is Ji Duan, I'm a living soul... According to folk sayings, I am a man whose soul is alive in body but dead."

"Huh?" Zhang Chi's eyes twitched. At present, Xie Jin doesn't look so strange among the three, so he couldn't help but hide beside Xie Jin again, "What about him? This Taoist priest?"

Wen Liang, who was named, had an innocent face. He took out his Taoist certificate from nowhere, and unfolded it in front of Zhang Chi: "Take care of the child, I am a Taoist priest of the Shangqing School of Maoshan Zhengyi, not a street cheater. The old god stick."

Zhang Chi was suspicious. He also took the certificate from Wen Liang's hand and touched the steel seal on it. After doing all this, he returned the Taoist certificate.

"Are you really a serious Taoist?" The young man was still worried and asked repeatedly, "Then why are you with them? And this..."

Zhang Chi swallowed the word "living soul", and secretly glanced at Ji Duan, feeling that his incomplete world view was broken.

"Well, it's a long story." Wen Liang narrowed his eyes and turned the topic back on track, "I want to ask you, what do you want to bring us here for?"

The wind blew the leaves of the old locust tree, and the rustling sound from the canopy was like countless people whispering. The few people who were shrouded in the shade of the tree were quiet for a moment, and Zhang Chi opened his mouth.

"I think the cause of all this may be here, under this locust tree." The boy's voice was in a low voice, and he raised his hand to caress the thick branches of the locust tree, and sighed heavily, "Because My younger sister just got sick after coming here."

Get ill? Wen Liang looked at each other with Xie Jin and Ji Duan, and the three of them exchanged glances. They didn't hear such a thing from Boss Zhang just now.

"Well, my dad didn't tell you, and it's impossible for him to tell you, because it's too mysterious." Zhang Chi lowered his eyebrows, and the vigilant brat just now disappeared, and now they are just a worried sister An Wei's brother.

Wen Liang sat cross-legged on the spot, and Xie Jin and Ji Duan behind him also found a place that wasn't too dirty to sit on the floor. After they all assumed the posture of listening, Zhang Chi, who had just brewed up his emotions, was stunned. up.

"Ah, it's okay, keep talking." Wen Liang waved his hand at the young man, motioning him to come over and sit down, "What do you mean when you say something mysterious? Does it have something to do with your sister's illness?"

After Zhang Chi sat down next to Xie Jin, he nodded: "Well, isn't it summer vacation recently? My sister followed her friends to play here, but she started to have a high fever that night when she returned home. My mother At first I thought it was caused by a cold, so I didn't take it seriously, and after feeding the medicine, I put my sister to sleep."

As he said, he took a deep look at the locust tree behind him, "As a result, my sister had a high fever for a week. She went to the clinic to drink fluids, but she didn't get better. In the end, she passed out. That's the closest I've ever seen to death." once."

Xie Jin was very close to Zhang Chi. Seeing the young man's shoulders trembling, he couldn't help but feel sour, so he raised his hand and gently embraced the other half into his arms: "The locust tree... is easy to attract ghosts. After all, children have weak yang energy and are very gentle. Great, tell him more details."

Zhang Chi gave Xie Jin a grateful look, and continued to say: "Then my dad found an old Taoist priest from somewhere, and he locked my sister in the same room with him, and didn't let us see it. Woke up at night."

"Old Taoist priest? How old is it?" Ji Duan felt a little weird after hearing this. He pointed to Wen Liang and asked Zhang Chi, "Is he as old as him?"

Zhang Chi nodded: "The Taoist priest is very old, his skin is so loose that it hangs down into a piece of soft skin full of fat, and his eyes are covered by white and thick long eyebrows, but he gives me a bad feeling, because I He smelled a faint odor."

"Smell? What kind of smell, can you describe it specifically?" Wen Liang held his chin, and couldn't remember that there was such a person in Tan Jiang.

After all, Zhang Chi was only a half-year-old boy, and he couldn't think of any adjectives in the concrete description for a while. He gritted his teeth and cracked his mouth after thinking for a long time, and then choked out a sentence: "It's the kind...you have heard of it. Rotten egg smell? Ten times worse than that smell, like the fermented smell of rotten eggs that have rotted for a long time."

As he was talking, he suddenly realized that Wen Liang, who had been sitting there swaying, sat up straight in front of him, followed by Ji Duan next to Xie Jin. The eyes of the two exchanged briefly and then quickly separated, as if to confirm something.

"Why..." Xie Jin still couldn't react for a long time, Ji Duan pressed his shoulder with a big hand, he turned his head, and found that the young man's eyes became subtle.

"It's the smell of corpses." Wen Liang made his own conclusion, and he gave Ji Duan a look, "You have smelled it before, right, in the abandoned paradise you mentioned."

Ji Duan didn't deny it, he raised his eyebrows and questioned: "Why does the smell of biological decay appear on an old Taoist? And this old Taoist also cured your sister's illness, so is it really healing?"

His words were like a bolt from the blue, waking up Zhang Chi who was listening to them, and the boy was trembling all over.

That's right, is a person who smells like a dead body really treating his sister?

"Could it be that my sister's disappearance has something to do with that person?!" Zhang Chi couldn't speak fluently. Now that he recalled that his sister had indeed disappeared within a few days after the old man left, he was just guessing before, but now he felt vaguely With an affirmative answer, there was already a chill behind him.

"Even if it's not him, it's very likely to be related to him." Wen Liang pinched his heart with his fingertips, and opened his palm to Zhang Chi rather helplessly, "Bring it."

Zhang Chi was taken aback by what he said, and sat there blankly, not knowing what he was asking for himself: "Take, take what?"

"The black jade on your neck." Wen Liang clicked his tongue, probably because he thought the young man was too slow, so he went to get it by himself. Zhang Chi was already in a daze, so he didn't resist, and let Wen Liang take the black jade on his neck. Take it and hold it in your hand.

"Who gave this to you?" Wen Liang held the black jade and looked it over. This jade was in the shape of a safety button, which was different from ordinary jade.

Wen Liang withdrew his gaze and repeated his question again, "Speak, who gave this to you? It wasn't your parents, right?"

"……no."

"This old man gave it to you." Wen Liang's tone was affirmative, his gray-blue wolf-like eyes seemed to see through Zhang Chi's inner fear, and he said every word, "He wears it for you? YouDo you know what this thing is?"

The boy looked up suspiciously, with ignorance and confusion in his tender eyes, and then he shook his head.

Wen Liang was completely convinced, he sighed, took off the earring of his left ear, and held it carefully in his hand. Two completely different colors of jade were in Wen Liang's hands, but they gave people two completely different feelings.

"My earrings are made of the best jade materials. They are instruments that I have recited the light mantra. But your black jade is different. It has a lot of sinister energy and is called Ghost Jade."

Daochang Wen's Small Lecture Hall: Jade can't be worn blindly