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After the first round, everyone except Ye Jingan was suspicious of Liu Muze. They couldn't regard him as the well-behaved Liu Jing at all. Although Liu Muze looked righteous, in this script-killing atmosphere, he looked like a murderer.
"Do you know how to play? It's obvious that Brother Liu is not the murderer!" Ye Jing'an said.
"You're a love-brained bastard. Can you please stop using filters when playing games? The question Brother Liu just answered was ambiguous. It's very likely that Fang Tingting was the one who killed the person!" Ye Jingning retorted.
"That's right! I think Ye Jing'an also has a problem. I saw him forcefully kissing Brother Liu! It's very likely that he discovered something and killed someone!" Qiu Zhimu echoed.
Liu Muze: “???”
"Listen to what you are saying! Can you play games immersively? It was Liu Jing who forcefully kissed Fang Tingting, not me who forcefully kissed Brother Liu!!!" Ye Jing'an was speechless.
"Haven't you done enough?" Qiu Zimu muttered softly.
Ye Jingan: “…”
"Ahem, let's skip this topic." Liu Muzhe said.
"Well, you have finished the discussion, right? Now we can watch the second act." Sisi said.
In Liu Muze and Ye Jing'an's scripts, both protagonists encountered strange things on the rooftop. Thinking about going to the rooftop soon, Ye Jing'an suddenly felt a little excited. He didn't know what he was looking forward to. It seemed like he hadn't seen a ghost in a long time.
Ye Jing'an lowered his eyes and smiled. Perhaps he was happy that the days of hunting ghosts with Brother Liu had returned. He enjoyed this kind of life, and now that he had learned most of the spells Brother Liu had left behind, he had no problem dealing with ghosts. He would no longer be a burden to Brother Liu and could even fight alongside him.
"What are you laughing at?" Liu Muzhe asked.
"I'm happy to think that Uncle Zhou brought you to me. We must also rescue Uncle Zhou's daughter safely!" Ye Jing'an said.
After reading the second act script, everyone had their own corresponding tasks. Liu Muze and Ye Jingan couldn't wait to go to the rooftop.
Sisi reminded that the search time was only 20 minutes, and she had to come back when the time was up regardless of whether she had found her clues or not, otherwise the mission would be considered a failure.
"I was wondering why you two chose female roles. It seems like these two characters have a crush on each other and can even do missions together." Ye Jingning snorted coldly, "Did you read the script in advance and are deliberately showing off your affection here?"
"Yeah, do you have any objections?" Ye Jing'an hugged Liu Muzhe and walked out.
Ye Jingning was so angry that he turned around and walked into another room.
This community is located in the bustling city center. At night, you can see the bright lights of the city from the rooftop. The moon is hidden in the clouds, and the hazy moonlight covers the small attic, casting a small shadow. The empty rooftop is no longer lit, and the brilliant lights downstairs seem like another world isolated from here.
The night wind tonight was exceptionally cold, chilling him to the bone. Ye Jingan looked around and wondered, "Strange, why is there no Yin energy here?"
"Hmm?" Liu Muzhe asked, "You don't have the Yin-Yang ability, so how do you know there's no Yin energy here?"
"You forgot that during the time you were missing, I learned almost everything in the talisman book." Ye Jing'an said with a proud tone.
"That's right, then I'll leave this thing to you." Liu Muzhe said with a smile.
"Okay, you find it." Ye Jing'an said.
"I always feel that something is not right." Liu Muzhe said.
"What do you mean?" Ye Jing'an asked.
"There is no Yin energy again, and the soul has been lost." Liu Muzhe frowned slightly.
"That mysterious man? What can souls be used for? What is his purpose in collecting these souls?" Ye Jing'an asked.
"The soul can be used for many things. For example, the wizard not long ago used his soul to prolong his life. For spirits, the soul can heal wounds, increase magic power, and can also be used to activate many magic arrays with the power to destroy the world. There are so many places where it can be used. I don't know what he wants to do." Liu Muzhe shook his head.
"We have to find her quickly. We can't let anything happen to Uncle Zhou's daughter!" Ye Jing'an said.
"Well, he only took away one soul, which means that something unexpected happened when extracting the soul. According to Huang Jia's description, no one should have stopped him. Extracting a soul requires very strong willpower and mental control. He failed, which means that this ghost's ability is far from enough. He should be hiding somewhere and can't run far." Liu Muzhe said.
"Huang Jia said Zhou Ruiyao turned her head to look up at the attic. She must be hiding in that little room. Let's look carefully." Among the junk in the attic, Ye Jing'an found an old wooden picture frame, its wood covered in scratches of varying thicknesses. Inside was a black-and-white photo of a little boy. At this age, when he should be lively, the boy looked particularly lonely, his eyes empty.
"Brother Liu, there seems to be something wrong with the photo." Ye Jingan said.
"This photo has a seal, and the ghost was trapped inside before, but now the seal has been forced open with a small gap, so it can enter and exit freely, and it is not easy to be discovered if it hides inside." Liu Muzhe said.
"It's not here now. We didn't see any evil energy in other parts of the house when we came up just now. Where did it go?" Ye Jing'an stood on the edge of the rooftop and looked down, wondering if it had run to the busy place below to capture human souls.
"It shouldn't be. I have checked this house before. Maybe there are other places to hide." Liu Muzhe was still wondering if he had overlooked something when he heard Qiu Zimu's shouting from downstairs.
The two hurried downstairs following the sound and found themselves in a room at the corner of the stairs. In the dimly lit room, only an inconspicuous black bag lay on the floor. Wang Zhiyi was holding Qiu Zimu, comforting him.
"What happened?" Ye Jing'an asked.
"Just now, there was a fool who didn't know how to live or die and tried to steal his soul." Wang Zhiyi said coldly.
"Where is that ghost? I have something to ask him." Liu Muzhe asked.
"He's dead." Wang Zhiyi said.
"Why don't you leave anyone alive? Uncle Zhou's daughter's soul is still in his hands!" Ye Jing'an complained.
Liu Muze picked up the black cloth bag on the ground, opened it and took a look. He said, "Uncle Zhou's daughter's soul is contained in it. I just don't know what this person's purpose is in collecting souls."
"Who cares what his purpose is? As long as Uncle Zhou's daughter is fine, that's all that matters." Ye Jing'an took the bag and put it away. He then asked Wang Zhiyi, "Is Lao Qiu okay?"
"Something happened. He almost took my soul away. I was so anxious that I beat him to death. It turned out to be an easy thing for him." Wang Zhiyi snorted coldly.
"Take him back to rest. Brother Liu and I will go and return the soul of Uncle Zhou's daughter." Ye Jing'an said.
Ye Jingning and Wu Yuling found the clue early and returned to the discussion room. When they heard Qiu Zimu's shouting, they thought he was scared. Ye Jingning was busy returning to the company's news and didn't pay much attention to it.
The evidence search ended, and the four returned to the discussion room. Seeing Qiu Zimu faint, Ye Jingning realized something was wrong and suspected that something bad might have happened again. He asked, "What happened?"
"You and Sister Yuling should go back and rest first. I will explain to you later." Ye Jing'an said.
"Okay." Ye Jingning said.
Ye Jingan and others sent Qiu Zimu to the hospital where Uncle Zhou's daughter was hospitalized. After settling Qiu Zimu, Ye Jingan and Liu Muzhe came to Zhou Ruiyao's room, where Uncle Zhou fell asleep beside the bed.
Liu Muzhe led Zhou Ruiyao's broken soul into his body and lit some calming incense.
"Brother Liu, she should be okay now, right?" Ye Jing'an asked.
"He's weak and needs to rest for a few more days. He'll probably wake up tomorrow." Liu Muzhe said.
Uncle Zhou was not completely asleep. He woke up when he heard the conversation between the two and asked them, "You're back. How's the situation?"
"Don't worry, Uncle Zhou. Your daughter should be fine now. She just needs a few more days of rest." Ye Jing'an said with a smile.
"That's great, thank you so much, how can I thank you?" Uncle Zhou said excitedly.
"Uncle Zhou, don't be so polite to me. If it weren't for you, I might never see him again." Ye Jing'an looked at Liu Muzhe.
"It's really fate. Don't say anything, you must come to my house for a good meal." Uncle Zhou patted their shoulders.
"Okay, Uncle Zhou, if you need any help in the future, just come to us. Brother Liu and I have something to do now, so we can't accompany Uncle Zhou. After we finish things here in a few days, we will come to Uncle Zhou's house for dinner." Ye Jing'an said.
"Okay, you guys go and get busy first." Uncle Zhou said.
Ye Jing'an and Liu Muze came to the next ward. The air pressure in the room was frighteningly low. Wang Zhiyi held Qiu Zimu's hand tightly, staring at him without blinking.
"What did the doctor say about Lao Qiu?" Ye Jing'an asked.
"He fell into a coma due to excessive shock." Wang Zhiyi said.
"Do you know the background of the person who stole his soul?" Liu Muzhe asked.
"It's just a little ghost who committed suicide due to depression. It seems that his soul cannot be stripped away at all." Wang Zhiyi said.
"What exactly does he want to do by using other ghosts to collect souls?" Liu Muzhe frowned. He always felt that this matter might be related to Ye Jingan. He must find out as soon as possible. Using souls can do too many uncontrollable things.
"Collecting souls?" Wang Zhiyi recalled that some time ago, he went to the mountains to look for a medicinal herb and passed by a small village.
He noticed the scent of this medicinal herb in it, and thought that some villagers must have collected this medicinal herb, but were too lazy to collect it themselves, so he wanted to buy it directly from the villagers.
But the villager refused to sell it, saying that the herb would soon be offered as a sacrifice to the gods, and if he sold it to him, it would be difficult to find it again. However, he knew where the herb could still be found, so he asked Wang Zhiyi to wait a few days and then go get it for him once the sacrifice ceremony was completed. Wang Zhiyi, bored anyway, agreed.
He stayed in that small village for a while and took a look at their sacrifices. He found that when they worshipped the gods, they seemed to be holding some kind of soul sacrifice ceremony.
Wang Zhiyi knew at first glance that the deity being worshipped was not a real god, but he was not a decent person either. As long as others did not provoke him, he would not meddle in other people's affairs.
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