Yin Qing looked at him, crossed his arms and said, "Of course, my little Wu has always been strict with himself and kind to others."

After that, he couldn't stand Jing Shaoci's smug look, so he asked, "You two, haven't practiced together yet?"

Jing Shaoci knew he was doing it on purpose, so he said, "We'll do it when Yanyan comes back."

Yin Qinghe hissed and was about to speak, but Yan Zixiu appeared in the bedroom with Li Fengzhi.

"Yanyan!" Jing Shaoci sat up straight in an instant.

Yan Zixiu first helped Li Fengzhi to stabilize, then sat down beside the bed, looked at him with concern and said, "How do you feel?"

Jing Shaoci stretched out his hand, hugged his waist and leaned over, "Not feeling well."

Yan Zixiu's heart tightened, and he immediately said, "Then I'll ask my uncle to come and take a look at you."

Before Jing Shaoci opened his mouth, Yin Qinghe snorted, "Chen Ce can't cure his illness."

Yan Zixiu was about to ask the reason, but Jing Shaoci rushed in front and said, "I'm already well, I just want you to stay with me."

Li Fengzhi couldn't help but lower his head and smile when he saw this.

Yan Zixiu held his arm and said with some guilt, "Sorry, I have something important to deal with. If you are fine, I will leave now."

It happened so late and suddenly, it must not be something in the entertainment industry.

"What happened?" Jing Shaoci asked.

Yan Zixiu replied: "Someone used the Yin card to harm others. I suspect that the person who held the card was the murderer who killed Han Xiangchen."

"Xiao Wu, your cultivation level has declined by half now. I will handle this matter." Yin Qinghe said seriously.

Yan Zixiu shook his head, "Master, I promised Han Xiangchen that I would avenge him personally. Since I have made a promise, I cannot shirk it."

Yin Qinghe knew his character well, so she had to say, "Then I will go with you."

Jing Shaoci also advised, "Yan Yan, I will feel at ease only if you go with Master."

Yan Zixiu thought for a moment and said, "Then I will trouble you, Master."

After that, he stood up and said to Li Fengzhi, "Manager Li, this trip may be dangerous, you should go home first."

Li Fengzhi also knew that he could not help much in this matter, so he nodded and said, "Zixiu, then you should be careful."

"Okay."

Before leaving, Jing Shaoci held his hand and said coldly, "Don't get hurt, go home early."

Yan Zixiu replied, "Okay."

After Jing Shaoci let go of his hand, the two disappeared together.

He stood up and walked to the window. Although he knew he couldn't see Yan Zixiu, Jing Shaoci still stood there for a long time.

After a while, Xie Chence knocked twice on the half-open door.

Jing Shaoci turned around and said, "Master."

Xie Chence looked at him and asked, "Why don't you lie down for a while longer?"

Jing Shaoci said in a deep voice, "Yan Yan is gone, I'm worried." Xie Chence

smiled and said, "With Xiaohe here, Xiaowu won't get hurt."

Although Jing Shaoci understood, reason has never been able to control emotions.

Xie Chence can fully understand him, after all, Yin Qinghe used to be in danger.

So he walked to the sofa and sat down, saying, "Xiao Jing, let's talk."

After Jing Shaoci came over, Xie Chence looked at him and said, "You should know Xiaowu's life experience."

Jing Shaoci didn't say anything, but just nodded coldly.

Xie Chence sighed in his heart and said, "It's not easy for the two of you to stay together. After a long time, don't forget to cherish each other."

Jing Shaoci heard this and raised his black eyes and said, "Master, did Yanyan have a hard life in his previous life?"

Although this sentence was questioning in terms of wording, his tone was affirmative.

Xie Chence's fingertips trembled slightly for a moment, but he still smiled and said, "Why do you have such doubts?"

Jing Shaoci looked at him steadily, "I consulted a psychiatrist and told him all the characteristics of Yanyan."

"What did the doctor say?"

Jing Shaoci was silent for a while, then slowly said, "He said that Yanyan felt that he was a sinner and that he deserved all the pain he suffered."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Chence felt as if his heart was scraped by an extremely sharp blade, and he closed his eyes uncontrollably.

Jing Shaoci saw him like this and instantly realized something.

At this moment, his whole body seemed to be pressed tightly by something, and he couldn't breathe at all.

After an unknown amount of time, he said, "Uncle Master, I want to know everything Yanyan has experienced."

Xie Chence paused for a long time before opening his eyes.

He raised his hand and pressed it on Jing Shaoci's shoulder, saying, "Xiao Jing, Xiao Wu has forgotten a lot of things, but his heart..."

"He still remembers to love you."

Jing Shaoci's pupils trembled slightly, and something he couldn't grasp flashed through his heart.

"Uncle Master, I..."

"Okay." Xie Chence pinched his shoulder and returned to his original expression, "After this matter is settled, Xiao He, your father and mother, and I will officiate your wedding together."

After saying this, he didn't give Jing Shaoci a chance to ask more questions, and he got up and left.

Here, Yan Zixiu and Yin Qinghe arrived at Liu Jingji's house first.

There were no lights on in the house, and no living people were breathing.

"Master, let's go to Zhao Xinman's villa now." Yan Zixiu said decisively.

"Okay."

The two of them teleported to the outside of the villa, and it was also pitch black inside, with the curtains drawn tightly.

Yin Qinghe only took a glance and said, "The yin energy here is extremely heavy. It seems that Zhao Xinman has offered a lot of Yin amulets." There

are two types of amulets: Yin and Yang. Generally, Yang amulets contain things like incense ash, herbs or pollen, and a very small number of them also contain the Buddha bones of monks.

Yang amulets are generally used to allow living people to express their grief after the ghosts are liberated.

The production method of Yin amulets is very sinister, and most of them are made from corpse oil refined from infants, or directly from ashes or hair.

After some people bring Yin Pai home, they will be blessed with good fortune in a short period of time, whether it is wealth or love, almost everything they wish for will come true.

These people will naturally become addicted to Yin Pai after getting the benefits, and they will be eager to get another one after using one.

But there is no such thing as getting something for nothing in this world. The more greedy the holder of the Pai is, the greater the backlash will be.

In the long run, no one can escape and ascend to heaven, and in the end, perhaps even death cannot be achieved.

Yan Zixiu took out a talisman paper and recited the spell, and Han Xiangchen came as summoned.

"Do you feel familiar with this place?"

Han Xiangchen looked up at the villa and shook his head after looking for a while.

Yan Zixiu did not say anything, but he understood it in his heart.

Zhao Xinman and Han Xiangchen knew each other when they were young. At that time, Han Xiangchen could at least play some important supporting roles, but Zhao Xinman was just a minor actor in the film and television city.

When the two got married, they took out a loan to buy a two-bedroom apartment of 80 square meters. After Han Xiangchen passed away, Zhao Xinman sold it the next year.

He thought about it and asked again: "Do you still remember the name Zhao Xinman?"

Han Xiangchen frowned, thought about it and shook his head.

Seeing this, Yan Zixiu conjured up a paper umbrella out of thin air, and then said: "You possess this thing, I will take you in."

After Han Xiangchen went in, he looked at Yin Qinghe and said: "Master, let's go in."

"There are two living breaths on the third floor, let's go directly." Yin Qinghe said.

"Okay."

As soon as the two entered the villa, a strong stench of corpses rushed into their noses. The air was not only smelly, but also had a strong smell of blood.

If ordinary people came in, nine out of ten would vomit on the spot.

Yan Zixiu and Yin Qinghe looked at each other, and then walked very quickly towards the room at the end of the corridor.

When the two arrived at the place, before they could raise their hands, the door opened automatically with a creak.

The smell in this room was even more suffocating. Seven or eight white waxes were lit in the small living room in the room, and the flames swayed slightly with the airflow.

The bedroom door on the left was tightly closed, and the sound of chanting Sanskrit could be heard from inside.

"Xiaowu, step back."

Yan Zixiu did as he was told. Yin Qinghe raised his right arm, clasped two fingers together, and turned his wrist, shouting, "Break--"

The bedroom door fell down, and the curtains behind were blown up by the wind, swaying back and forth in the dim light.

"Mmm... Wu..."

The missing Liu Jingji was now in the corner of the room. He was tied up from head to toe with ropes, and his mouth was sealed with tape. When he saw the two people coming in, he kept making wailing sounds in his throat.

Yan Zixiu took a glance and retracted his gaze, then looked at the woman sitting in front of the altar and said, "Zhao Xinman."

Zhao Xinman was wearing a black veil on her head at this time, and her whole body was thin as if only a skeleton was left.

She did not turn around when the two men came in, but just sat on the ground and kept reciting scriptures.

Seeing this, Yin Qinghe sneered and said, "You have committed many sins. What's the point of reciting more scriptures? Even if Tathagata comes to the world, he will not save a wicked person like you." As

soon as the voice fell, the sound of reciting scriptures stopped.

Zhao Xinman laughed softly, and then laughed loudly, one louder than the other.

She raised her head back, and the black gauze slipped from her head. The mucus on the gauze was connected and pulled out long threads, which looked very disgusting.

"Uh-huh-!"

Liu Jingji's eyes suddenly widened, and even his eyeballs bulged up in shock. His bound feet kept kicking, and his face was covered with snot and tears.

Zhao Xinman struggled to stand up from the mat, but with this movement, her skin and flesh kept falling off.

She could no longer be called a human being at this point. All the skin on her body was like rolling in hot oil, with bloody pus everywhere.

There were still a few sticky strands of hair on Zhao Xinman's head, but her scalp had been completely peeled off. Not only that, there were living worms as thick as knuckles moving and drilling under her skin, and a bulge would appear from time to time.

Yan Zixiu's expression did not change, and he was still as cold as usual, but Yin Qinghe let out a dry gulp from his throat.

"My goodness, I almost vomited what I ate yesterday. It's really disgusting to explore the Arctic Circle with disgust. It's disgusting to the extreme."

After saying that, he turned to Yan Zixiu and said, "Xiaowu, don't you feel nauseous?"

Yan Zixiu asked calmly, "Yeah, I do."

"Then why have I never seen you vomit?" Yin Qinghe raised his eyebrows.

"Hold it."

The two of them were still chatting "leisurely", but after seeing Zhao Xinman's body, Liu, the agent, twitched and fainted.

"You, what do you want?" Zhao Xinman's voice was like a grinding wheel scraping across a blackboard, and every word made people's hair stand on end.

"Money? Fame? Or..."

"Shut up!" Yin Qinghe used her little finger to pick her ear, "Why are you still yelling like a witch?" Zhao

Xinman looked at the two of them, suddenly grinned, stretched her neck and said: "Have you ever seen the movies I made? I am the heroine, I am Shen Chen, I have won many awards..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Zixiu suddenly raised his hand and wiped the paper umbrella, calling out Han Xiangchen.

Then he put two fingers together and waved them towards her chest, and said in a sharp voice: "Zhao Xinman, do you still remember Han Xiangchen?"

"Han Xiang...Han Xiangchen, Han Xiangchen..." Zhao Xinman muttered in her mouth and retreated.

At this time, Han Xiangchen was floating in the air, his eyes were wide open, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

From the moment he saw Zhao Xinman, all his memories before his death came flooding back.

After a while, Han Xiangchen's eyes began to turn scarlet, and a sinister aura permeated his bones.

"Han Xiangchen!" Yan Zixiu's three words were like a basin of ice water poured directly on his face.

The ghost energy around Han Xiangchen was gathered again, and tears of blood began to fall down his handsome face.

"Xinman..."

These two words were like pressing a switch, and Zhao Xinman shook violently and let out a piercing scream.

"It's not me, it's really not me, I didn't... It's you, you wanted to do it..."

Han Xiangchen looked at her half-human and half-ghost appearance, and suddenly laughed bitterly.

"Sir." He turned to Yan Zixiu and called him a name he hadn't called for a long time, "My revenge has been avenged, you don't need to dirty your hands for me again."

Yin Qinghe heard this and looked at Han Xiangchen with a trace of pity in her eyes.

What a pity, such a good person.

He had never done anything bad in his life, and he would have had a bright future, but because Zhao Xinman deceived him into using his luck to offer the Yin card, his life was taken away by the evil ghost.

At this time, Han Xiangchen looked at Yan Zixiu and said, "Sir, although you didn't say it, I know you took on the role of "Silent Road" for me."

As he spoke, a relieved smile appeared on his face, "I didn't have the opportunity to play such a good role in my lifetime, and you fulfilled my wish."

Han Xiangchen finished speaking and bowed deeply to Yan Zixiu, "Thank you, if there is another opportunity in the next life, I hope to repay you a little."

As soon as the voice fell, Yan Zixiu also bowed to him solemnly.

The yin energy on Han Xiangchen's body has become weaker and weaker, and it is obvious that the grudges have been settled and he will be reincarnated into the ghost world.

"Teacher Han, thank you."

This is the first and last time Yan Zixiu called him like this, and his extremely beautiful eyes also showed reluctance.

Yin Qinghe also bowed his head slightly and said, "Thank you, sir, for guiding my little five."

Han Xiangchen cried and laughed, but this time the tears that flowed out were no longer blood tears, but transparent tears.

He reached out and touched Yan Zixiu's head for the first time, choking and saying, "Xiao Yan, the teacher hopes that you can always be happy and live a peaceful life with Mr. Jing."

"Han Xiangchen, the time has come, and your soul will return to the underworld--"

The Ox-Head and Horse-Face stood below and did not dare to come up, so they could only shout loudly outside.

Han Xiangchen smiled and nodded to the two of them, and then floated towards the window under the illumination of a bright light.

After seeing him come out, the Ox-Head was about to put the yoke on Han Xiangchen's neck, but suddenly two extremely cold eyes fell on him.

The Bull-Headed Man subconsciously raised his head and glanced, and the next second the shackles were put on the Horse-Faced Man's neck.

Horse-Faced Man: "Brother Bull, is there anything wrong?"

After the gate of the underworld was closed, Yan Zixiu turned around expressionlessly.

Zhao Xinman also realized his identity at this time, and immediately crawled over on his knees to hug Yan Zixiu's shoes.

"Please, please save me, I can give you anything, anything you want, please..."

Yan Zixiu slowly raised the corners of his lips, and then kicked him over.

A big hole was kicked out of Zhao Xinman's chest and abdomen, and leeches and red nematodes fell to the ground with the rotten blood, but she seemed to be unconscious and still crawled towards Yan Zixiu.

At this time, Yan Zixiu raised his hand and pointed at the altar, and the eight sets of Buddha amulets on it burst instantly.

The ferocious evil ghosts crawled out with twisted limbs, and one of them jumped directly onto Zhao Xinman's back.

Zhao Xinman was about to scream, but Yin Qinghe sealed her mouth.

Yan Zixiu looked down with a cold expression, and said to the evil ghosts word by word: "No matter how you bite, there is only one, for three days and three nights, and none of you are allowed to bite her to death."