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Wang Xiaoming was silent.

In fact, he could somehow feel that something happened to him that night when he passed the ghost, and he heard that he was calm, but it was not entirely true.

He didn't ask any more questions, but in fact, he was trying to get away with it, thinking that if he didn't ask, he could pretend it didn't happen.

Now that Di Ting said it so lightly, he really didn't know what expression to put on for a while.

"So you saved me," Wang Xiaoming said softly.

Di Ting looked at him with a smile.

"I didn't know before that my physique would cause trouble. I really don't understand why grandpa forbids me to touch Taoism." Wang Xiaoming smiled bitterly, "Since the gods can get on the body, ghosts can of course also. The generals can even be sent to the gods. Please go back, if you are taken away by a powerful evil spirit, it will not be solved by sending a talisman."

Wang Xiaoming looked at his hands in a daze: "Is that why Ye Xun said that I couldn't come back?"

Wang Xiaoming is very clear about what losing consciousness means to the group of ghosts.At that time, there was such a large ghost night patrol, how many fierce ghosts flocked to his body, biting and fighting?

Was the self at that time completely unrecognizable and insane?

Maybe it's even scarier than those ghosts...

"Not necessarily." Di Ting said with a smile: "Don't underestimate yourself, Xiao Ming. Pai Yao will not easily give his eyes to someone who can't keep them."

Wang Xiaoming raised his head.

The difficulty of winning the house is determined by Wang Xiaoming's state - the more exhausted he is, the greater the success of winning the house.

So when he lost consciousness, he was instantly swept into the air by the group of ghosts. Neither Zhong Yi nor Lu Xiaolu could catch him in the rainstorm.

There are evil spirits constantly attached to him, and he is immediately replaced by another fierce ghost with more sinister energy. The original Wang Xiaoming is like a sieve, with evil spirits passing through him constantly, and the temporarily possessed evil spirit wants to His body was preserved, but the group of ghosts who couldn't get it roared and tried to tear him apart—because the one who stayed in his body in the end was the new ghost king.

When Di Ting arrived, he happened to see the red light surging in the demon cloud and the moment when the ghost head appeared in the world.

"I don't want to scare you, but when I saw you, my first reaction was not very good." Di Ting said in a harmonious voice.

Wang Xiaoming said in a low voice, "I understand."

Of course he knew what ghost head meant.More evil, more powerful, and more difficult to subdue than ordinary evil spirits, they will gather evil soldiers and wash away the existence of human beings.

From the Heavenly God Emperor to the most humble folk Taoist priests, after encountering a ghost head appearing in the world, as long as possible, there is only one thing to do - kill on the spot.

Because the ghost head needs to constantly absorb and kill hundreds of ghosts to strengthen itself, so when it is first born, it is almost the weakest time-this is the best time to kill.

Especially for a divine beast like Di Ting, Wang Xiaoming still felt a little strange that he didn't attack the ghost head when it was born.

"I... definitely not the ghost head." Wang Xiaoming finally looked straight into Di Ting's eyes: "I don't remember what happened at that time, but since I can remember, I know who I am. I am Wang Xiaoming."

"That's right." Di heard: "This is also the reason why you have lived until now."

Wang Xiaoming frowned: "I don't understand. Since you saw me being reincarnated as a ghost head, why am I still sitting here as Wang Xiaoming? I don't think there is anything wrong with me now."

"I'm afraid it's because... the ghost head that night was not considered a successful ghost head?" Di Ting said gently: "Your grandpa is an amazing person. I'm afraid he foresaw this kind of thing from the moment you were born. possibility."

"As a grandfather, he used the most effective method to prevent these unknown possibilities. Your talent is extremely high, and ordinary people possess such qualities, even if they don't need to spend a lot of effort, they can still become famous in the Taoism world. But He completely isolated you. Before you became an adult—the most suitable 18 years for learning Taoism and Dharma, you never touched even a piece of talisman paper."

Di Ting put his hands on the table and crossed his fingers: "I guess your lack of contact experience with Yin Qi has improved your immunity, so when a group of ghosts fight in your body and gradually produce a ghost king, your own consciousness does not follow along. Therefore, when those three boys were exposed under the demon cloud, you, who was supposed to absorb the ghosts and lose their humanity, protected the dead tree and resisted the demon cloud's passage for them."

"Because of this, I didn't attack immediately, but observed you. This is why you can still sit in front of me tonight." Di heard: "I think you are much stronger than I expected , Xiao Ming."

"By strong, do you mean that I should have lost my soul when I was taken away, but in fact I didn't?" Wang Xiaoming wanted to show a wry smile, but the corner of his mouth twitched strangely.

"Not only that. The evil spirit that won the fight did not get its spoils. I believe that for a short while, you even countered it." Di Ting tapped his finger on the table lightly: "In my opinion , you have done well enough. You are still young, why be hard on yourself?".

Wang Xiaoming understood the meaning of Di Ting.

Perhaps for a moment, his consciousness as Wang Xiaoming allowed him to protect Zhong Yi and the others, but this was different from the general, if Di Ting was not there at that time, then he must have been wrapped in the demon cloud and left.

Then once he leaves, Wang Xiaoming will never appear again.

This is what it means for Di Ting to save him the second time - Di Ting probably helped him strip the ghost head from his body.

"Thank you." Wang Xiaoming sincerely thanked Di Ting again: "I know you have helped us a lot, but I just didn't expect..."

Unexpectedly, Wang Xiaoming didn't say anything.

Di Ting smiled, but didn't ask any further questions.

"I'm old enough, Xiao Ming." Di Ting said in a harmonious voice, "I've lived longer than you think. There are countless people looking for me. I know why you are looking for me. I know a lot of things."

Sure enough, Wang Xiaoming's expression changed, and he moved uneasily on the chair.

"My grandfather—and Zhong Yi's grandfather, do you know where it is?" Wang Xiaoming asked softly, and Di Ting pretended to think about it: "I'm afraid I know."

"That--"

"It's a pity I can't tell you." Di heard.

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

Wang Xiaoming said in a low voice, "I want to beg you."

Di Ting leaned back in the chair: "There are many things that I can't say. But I can take you there."

Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes wide.

"Otherwise, why do you think I came out with you? There are so many people who want to beg me. If I want to send you away, that corpse is enough."

Di Ting sighed, looked at the lamp on the table, showing nostalgic expression.

"Pixiu asked you to come to me with his eyes to force me to help you. He is always very shrewd."

As he spoke, the gentle man's figure gradually faded away, and finally turned into a little white dog standing on the table.

The little white dog patted the button of the desk lamp with his paw, and the light went out all of a sudden.

Wang Xiaoming watched Diting and fell off the table, and wobbled up the stairs.

He didn't follow, but sat there in a daze.

In fact, he was mentally prepared, but...it turned out that for him, the identity of "human being" was once so precarious.

Di heard that it was an understatement, but from Zhong Yi's attitude, it is not difficult to know how dangerous the situation was at that time.

Zhong Yi told him that it was just an accidental eruption of the small universe, and it was nothing special.

This kind of rhetoric is too cheating.

It almost made him think that...it was really nothing special.

"Liar." Sitting in the dark, Wang Xiaoming said to himself.

"Who are you calling a liar?" A faint voice sounded behind him.

Wang Xiaoming turned around.

Zhong Yi stepped forward, dragged a chair, and sat down face to face with Wang Xiaoming.

"Is my small universe scary?" Wang Xiaoming asked after being silent for a while.

Zhong Yi's expression didn't change much: "It's no big deal."

"It must have become very scary." Wang Xiaoming said, "Has it grown horns? Is it scarier than Zhu Dianzi? How did you integrate it back?"

"No horns." Zhong Yi said, "It's raining too much, so I can't see clearly."

Wang Xiaoming hummed.

"Are you crying?" Zhong Yi stared at him.

"I haven't." Wang Xiaoming said in a low voice.

Zhong Yi stared at the corner of Wang Xiaoming's eyes.

"Obviously crying." The corners of his eyes were red.

Wang Xiaoming didn't say a word, and after a long time, he asked Zhong Yi again: "Do you think I'm still human now?"

Zhong Yi said with a straight face, "Nonsense."

In fact, Wang Xiaoming still had a lot of things he wanted to ask and listen to just now, such as——Where did the ghost king go?Completely strangled, or...

Or is it still in his body?

But he dared not ask.

Wang Dazhuang is a celestial master, and he is the grandson of the celestial master.

He cannot ask this question.

Grandpa was not found, and he almost turned into a ghost——Wang Xiaoming tried his best to pretend that he didn't care, but he couldn't restrain the feeling of wanting to collapse.

Zhong Yi grew up so old, he seldom regretted anything.

But seeing Wang Xiaoming sitting in front of him with his head down, he couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

Probably more than regret.

If he hadn't decided to come to Wang Xiaoming and knock on the door of Guangming Stationery Store, then what happened that night might not have happened.

He may have to go on the road alone—maybe he will join hands with Ye Xun in the end, of course he will be able to find Zhong Tieniu, and Wang Dazhuang who is with Zhong Tieniu.

Wang Xiaoming was worried at home alone, but he had nowhere to turn for help. After wandering around for several months, Wang Dazhuang went back.

The grandfather and grandson continued to open the shop together, and Wang Dazhuang continued to isolate Wang Xiaoming.

If this is the case, the person in front of him may never show such an expression in his entire life.

Zhong Yi moved the chair closer to Wang Xiaoming: "Are you afraid?"

Wang Xiaoming nodded almost imperceptibly.

He really wanted to be brave, but he didn't know why, but when Zhong Yi asked him with a straight face, he always couldn't hold back.

"Aren't I the boss?" Wang Xiaoming said, "I pay you wages, but you are at a disadvantage."

Zhong Yi smiled: "Together, I haven't been paid a few times."

Saying so, he stretched out his hand and embraced Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming was caught off guard, he was brought to one side, and he pushed him to the shoulder.

He couldn't help shaking—there was a sudden thump in his heart just now, it was so strong that it seemed to shake his body.

Zhong Yi often beat Wang Xiaoming and Lu Xiaolu, but this kind of gentle action was the first time, even Wang Xiaoming felt Zhong Yi's discomfort.

Zhong Yi doesn't like to get too close to people, anyone who knows him knows that.

But this time Zhong Yi never let go.

Wang Xiaoming heard Zhong Yi say bluntly in his ear: "There will be no next time."

Wang Xiaoming blinked hard, and finally couldn't help but let out a choked sob.

"Zhong Yi, if there is a next time, I will beat you up."