Zhong's Anecdote

After sending those people back, Zhong Huaming followed Qi Tianyao to the company of Qi Danxi's husband, Fan Anguo. As the developer who contracted this area, Fan Anguo could be said to be in the light of his wife, but this light made him He has been having trouble sleeping and eating for the past few months. If his wife hadn't said it could be resolved, Fan Anguo would have withdrawn immediately.

Seeing Qi Tianyao, Fan Anguo naturally had a smile on his face, and the tiredness on his face seemed to be swept away, "It's Tianyao, is that matter resolved now?"

Qi Tianyao nodded, "It has been resolved, Uncle, you can rest assured, Auntie is a little scared to be alone at home recently, Uncle should go home early to accompany Auntie."

Fan Anguo nodded, as if he saw Zhong Huaming just now, and asked, "Who is this?"

Without waiting for Qi Tianyao's introduction, Zhong Huaming said directly, "I am the sorcerer invited by my wife this time, and I just came here to remind Chairman Fan that although the problem of Liufang Pavilion has been solved, the problem of Liufang Pavilion There are hundreds of corpses buried underground, I hope Chairman Fan will take care of this corpse, otherwise, it will catch fire!"

"You..." Although the contempt for Zhong Huaming's face disappeared a lot after hearing that the matter was resolved by Zhong Huaming, Zhong Huaming's subsequent words were uncomfortable to listen to. Fan Anguo stared at Zhong Huaming angrily, but because of Qi Tianyao on the side Not daring to make mistakes, he could only suppress the anger in his heart, and said, "Then, thank you kid for your advice." The kid couldn't help adding accents to the words.

Zhong Huaming didn't care at all, looked at Qi Tianyao on the side, and remained silent.

Qi Tianyao nodded to Fan Anguo, "I will ask someone to contact you, Uncle, the outside of Liufang Pavilion can already be started, but inside, let's wait until everything is settled."

Hearing Qi Tianyao speak, Fan Anguo nodded, "Then I will trouble you, Tianyao."

Because of Zhong Liang, Zhong Huaming had to keep getting closer to the progress of the matter. The corpses dug up were not as corroded as people imagined, only bones remained, but rotting flesh was indistinct, like a corpse that had been corroded for a week. The flesh is the same, and the human form can still be seen. If Zhong Huaming hadn't already known that these were corpses from a hundred years ago, and asked a forensic doctor to identify them, these people might have died at most half a year ago.

After everyone's corpses were dug out, Zhong Liang, who had been cosplaying in front of the computer as an internet-addicted boy, came out of the keychain and floated beside Zhong Huaming. He looked at the corpses of those people with calm eyes, and then said to Zhong Huaming, "My body is not here." Even though he has been dead for a hundred years, Zhong Liang still cannot call the body he used to be a corpse.

Zhong Huaming turned his head, "Where is that?"

"follow me."

Coming to Zhong Liang's previous bedroom, Zhong Huaming was still a little surprised to see that the bedroom hadn't changed at all. After all, the buildings outside had gradually restored his original appearance, but the bedroom was still as good as new, even the quilt cover on the bed No trace of corrosion.

Zhong Liang was not surprised by the scene in the bedroom, he just pointed to the dressing table, "Behind."

Zhong Huaming walked up to the dressing table, looked at his own image clearly in the mirror, and then looked at the baby-faced Zhong Liang next to him, and said with a light smile, "If you become the vicious look before, This mirror can't reflect you, so it's really suitable for ghost movies."

"Which one?"

"Well, I only know Sadako, the village old corpse, and I don't know anything else."

Zhong Liang rolled his eyes, "I know you are a good baby, so you don't need to remind me every time."

Probably because of being impacted by various cultures on the Internet, Zhong Liang is not as gloomy as before. This is also the reason why Zhong Huaming makes Zhong Liang look at the computer day and night, and because Because of becoming a shikigami, the ghostly aura on Zhong Liang's body does not make Zhong Huaming feel sad, but rather comfortable. As Zhong Huaming, who has a little face control, Zhong Liang's appearance is naturally very pleasing. It's like having an extra brother.

Following Zhong Liang's guidance, Zhong Huaming found a loose stone behind the mirror. After pulling the stone away, he saw a twisted switch inside. When the switch was turned on, the seat of the dressing table was moved, and the floor Below, the body of a person exactly like the ghost beside him lay there.

The man seemed to be asleep, the skin on the cute doll's face was still elastic, she was wearing a red ancient costume, her long hair reached her waist, she was very beautiful.

Before Zhong Huaming was surprised by the appearance of the body, the body instantly turned into a pile of ashes.

Zhong Huaming looked at Zhong Liang who was beside him a little at a loss, "This..."

Zhong Liang watched his body turn into ashes calmly, but he didn't show any out-of-control emotions. Instead, he just looked at Zhong Huaming who was at a loss and looked at him, and said, "Sooner or later, it will become like this. This garden and revenge are my obsessions. Now that everyone has reincarnated, I should let go of this garden. I believe you will take good care of this garden."

Zhong Huaming nodded, "Then, that person..."

Zhong Liang raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you promise me that you would help me?"

Zhong Huaming, "Um, what..."

"You didn't lie to me, did you?"

Seeing Zhong Liang's eyes that were about to turn red, Zhong Huaming shook his head hastily, "Of course not, anyway, my injuries are all healed up, and you are my shikigami, so I naturally want to show you to a grandpa. I believe Grandpa will have the answer."

"So, what are you still doing here? Not coming home?"

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After bidding farewell to Qi Yun, Zhong Huaming didn't say goodbye to Qi Tianyao who had already returned to the army. He refused Qi Yun's request to send him off, and Zhong Huaming went home by train.

The train at this time was still the kind of green leather car. Although the speed was not slow, there were various smells floating in it. Because Qi Yun bought the ticket, it was a soft sleeper. That was much more comfortable. After Zhong Huaming got in the car, he sat on the side and picked up the ancient book given to him by the great elder in the backpack and read it. It was like a note left by the ancestors of the Zhong family. The ancestor's handwriting was so scrawled that it was difficult for Zhong Huaming, who was able to pass ancient Chinese, to read it.

"Young man, what are you looking at?" After a while, a middle-aged man walked in from the door. Although the man looked ordinary, he was wearing a suit and leather shoes. It was expensive at first glance, and he was willing People who buy soft sleepers will naturally not have a bad family background.

Probably seeing Zhong Huaming's age, after the man put down his things, his eyes lit up when he saw the yellow ancient book in Zhong Huaming's hand, and he couldn't help but start talking.

After the man came in, Zhong Huaming felt a stench from the man, and was about to put the ancient book back into the bag but was stopped by the man, who smiled and said, "Young man, your book looks like It must have been a long time, how about selling this book to uncle if uncle gives you 5 yuan?"

Zhong Huaming opened the man's hand, and when the man showed a fierce expression, he replied indifferently, "I'm sorry, uncle, this is a family heirloom of my family, and it cannot be shown to strangers."

Ordinary people would not open their mouths again when they saw others say that, but this person insisted, "The family heirloom will not be shown to a child like you! I said, child, your uncle and I Add another five thousand, how about selling your book for ten thousand yuan?"

Zhong Huaming still ignored him. At this time, the conductor who came to change the ticket came in. Seeing the two sitting and the other standing, they were in a faint confrontation, and said, "What, what are you doing! The ticket has been changed!"

Zhong Huaming handed the ticket to the conductor, walked out of the cubicle, and sat on a stool in the corridor.

And the middle-aged man also followed, sitting opposite Zhong Huaming, and said with some embarrassment, "Uncle was too much before, so what, your book is really not for sale?"

Zhong Huaming glanced at the middle-aged man indifferently, and suddenly said, "Uncle, have you been unlucky no matter what you do recently?"

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, "Oh, kid, do you still know how to read faces?"