The master of metaphysics is trying to break up again

In the inner hall of the funeral parlor, after some consolation from everyone, Father Huang's mood finally stabilized, and he stopped mentioning the urn, but he just kept his face sullen and silent.

So the secretary and the relatives of the Huang family helped rearrange things, and called Brother Huang to come in and prepare for the funeral.

After the ceremony, Huang Jingshan will be officially buried.

In addition to her relatives, her bizarre death will gradually be downplayed and forgotten, and finally become a rare event that others laugh about after dinner.

Qi Yanzhi was standing in the crowd, watching this scene silently, the heart he had been carrying was finally let go quietly.

He raised his hands to cover his distorted face, which seemed to be suppressed from grief, and then laughed.

But it seemed that the day was not counted, and it was destined that the funeral could not be held smoothly on this day. Brother Huang hurried back to the funeral home with his mobile phone in his hand, came straight to Qi Yanzhi, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Xiao Qi, come with me!" Come in."

Qi Yanzhi's heart sank, and he instinctively felt that something was wrong: "Well, what's the matter?"

Brother Huang just said, "Go in and talk."

Qi Yanzhi rolled his eyes: "Okay, I'll go to the bathroom first..."

Brother Huang was so preoccupied that he was not in the mood to listen to what he had to say.Asking the secretary and assistant to help entertain the guests, he couldn't help but drag Qi Yanzhi in.

There were not many people inside, and the dignified Father Huang and two or three relatives who were very close to him were sitting there.

What surprised Qi Yanzhi the most was that he actually saw Lin Xuekuang here.

Lin Xuekuang was sitting on a comfortable armchair with a cup of steaming coffee in his hand. When he saw Qi Yanzhi coming in, he smiled slightly, and the lights shone down, reflecting his eyes like stars.

It was obviously a dull and simple room, but it was set off by him like this, as if it was at a feast of a famous family somewhere, it was indescribably elegant and coquettish.

but……

When someone is dead, you sit in the mourning hall and drink coffee?There is no mistake!Why don't you eat the ashes by the way?

Lin Xuekuang is always like this, he is obviously a poor boy without parents, but he always puts on a noble and comfortable look, as if he is very great.

However, there are still people who like him everywhere, holding onto his temper, making people feel angry when they see him.

Qi Yanzhi got angry in his heart, and asked in a very aggressive tone: "What on earth is this going to do?"

"Qi Yanzhi." Lin Xuekuang pondered, "Do you miss Huang Jingshan?"

This question made Qi Yanzhi stunned, and for some reason, he felt a little nervous. Under the gaze of a group of Huang family members, he didn't dare to say anything else, so he could only bite the bullet and say: "Think, think."

"Do you want to see her then?"

Qi Yanzhi: "..."

His Adam's apple moved up and down, and his mind was a little blank. Before he could figure out how to answer, Lin Xuekuang said three words: "Turn back."

At that moment, the adrenaline soared sharply, Qi Yanzhi's pupils shrank suddenly, and a chill ran up his spine. He wanted to run, but his feet seemed to be firmly nailed to the ground, unable to move.

Just when I was terrified, there was a knock on the outside door. I don't know who said "come in", two people carried a long table into the door and put it in the room. On the table was a strangely shaped table. incense burner with a handful of incense and a few candles.

"Is it here?"

Lin Xuekuang said, "Okay, thank you."

The two passed behind Qi Yanzhi, put down the table and went out without any change in expression.Only then did Qi Yanzhi feel that something was wrong, he moved two steps to the side, glanced sideways, there was nothing there, but Huang Jingshan's uncle glared at him, obviously very dissatisfied.

Qi Yanzhi: "Lin Xuekuang!"

Lin Xuekuang stood up and said relaxedly: "Huang Jingshan has passed away, so of course I can't see it. I just wanted to cheer up the atmosphere just now, but I didn't expect you to really believe it. Just a little joke, don't mind."

Qi Yanzhi: "..." Nima!

Lin Xuekuang stopped talking to Qi Yanzhi, walked to the newly moved table, and said, "Everything is ready, let's start."

Brother Huang had always thought that Qi Yanzhi was a pretty good person, but he didn't expect him to be so virtuous when he heard about Huang Jingshan just now. It can be seen that he has been putting on an air, so he couldn't help being funny and a little contemptuous.

He explained: "There are too many reasons why Jingshan's death doesn't make sense. We asked Xiao Lin to help us figure it out and see if we can find the murderer. Thinking that you might be concerned, we also called you together."

After being tricked by Lin Xuekuang just now, when Qi Yanzhi heard this again, not only did he no longer panic, he even felt ridiculous in his heart.

Either the Huang family is crazy or Lin Xuekuang is crazy. Lin Xuekuang is a graduate student in the history department of a prestigious university. He is in his early twenties this year. Where can he go to learn magic?He will be a fart!He will also be a fool who pretends to be a fool!

Besides, even if he knows something about metaphysics, so what?Huang Jingshan's head was over, and her body was burned. Can Lin Xuekuang really call out her soul?

Not to mention Qi Yanzhi, even Huang's father didn't have much hope, after all, Lin Xuekuang didn't look like a liar or a master, and he was just trying to save face for his nephew.

Because of his daughter's death, he had aged a lot during this period, but in fact when Huang Jingshan was alive, the relationship between father and daughter was not very harmonious.

He is very busy with work, and he doesn't know how to get along with the little girl. He can only try his best to give her the best material conditions. When he sees her bad habits, he disciplines her severely. He hopes that when she grows up, she can become a An upright and kind child.

But honest and kind people will not hurt others, but they are easily hurt.

They were still arguing just a few days before Huang Jingshan's death. Huang Jingshan complained that her father never cared about her. Huang's father couldn't bear it, so he bought a crystal bracelet for his daughter and planned to put it quietly in the drawer of her room. Li, I didn't expect to have no chance again.

His eyes were a little blurry, through the dim light of tears, he watched Lin Xuekuang place Huang Jingshan's urn in the middle of the long table.

After the urn was placed, Lin Xuekuang placed two candlesticks with white candles on both sides, one on the left and one on the right, but the candles on them were not lit.There is an incense burner under the table.

Here, paper money and ghost objects are all ready-made. Lin Xuekuang first burned some paper money and gold and silver paper ingots as usual, and then took out a piece of yellow talisman paper, and wrote Huang Jingshan's name on the front with a brush dipped in cinnabar. Eight characters, and two lines of small characters on the back:

"Huang Chen explained the evil without saying anything

The soul master, Huang Jingshan, died in a strange way. The reason is unknown. To clarify right and wrong, to clear up the blood debt, I specially detained the soul to ask questions, and hoped for approval from the yin envoy.Lin Xuekuang pays homage. "

After Lin Xuekuang finished writing, he lightly blew on the handwriting, and lit the yellow talisman with a lighter.

He directly put the paper on the table and lit it. Under the eyes of everyone, the yellow talisman burned almost instantly, leaving not even a trace of ash or a wisp of smoke.

However, the two candles next to the urn suddenly exploded at the same time, and the flames on them lit up by themselves.

In the room, which was not warm at first, the temperature seemed to drop suddenly again, and even a layer of hoarfrost formed on the window panes.

Qi Yanzhi couldn't help but widen his eyes.

This... how the fuck is it so real!

How can there be no ashes after the paper is burned out!Why did the candle suddenly ignite spontaneously? Was it white phosphorus?What happened to the sudden coldness around? !

He couldn't help shivering. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect. He always felt that there seemed to be an extra pair of eyes in this room, hiding in a certain corner and looking at him coldly.

No, it's fake, it's fake... They are probably trying to trick me by playing tricks, hold on tight!

Several members of the Huang family were also dumbfounded by this scene. After Huang Jingshan's death, they also invited several masters, but they didn't see a single person who could create such a scene.

But unexpectedly, Huang Jingshan's soul did not appear.

Lin Xuekuang frowned slightly.

For him, this kind of spiritualism is a basic skill for beginners, and he has never missed it before, but now not only Huang Jingshan's soul does not appear, Lin Xuekuang also feels a faint resistance, and he is secretly competing with himself.

Why... the fluctuation of this power makes people feel so familiar?

Seeing that a whirlwind gradually formed under the altar table, as if it was about to overturn the table, Lin Xuekuang had no time to think about it, and slapped it on the table, and the two talisman papers bounced up, caught by his backhand, and slammed under the table, drank:

"Fire Emperor must be God, all demons will fall together! Hurry up like a law, reprimand!"

He knotted the magic seal in his hand, supplemented by a talisman, and instantly suppressed that force.

The surrounding yin qi was steep, and Huang Jingshan's soul appeared in response!

At the same time, the urn in the middle of the table exploded, and the ashes floated all over the floor.

Except for Lin Xuekuang, the others had no yin and yang eyes, and none of them could see Huang Jingshan's soul. Seeing the ashes scattered, Huang's father immediately stood up: "Shanshan!"

Lin Xuekuang focused his eyes and said, "This is not Huang Jingshan's ashes."

He picked up a small handful of ashes and twirled them lightly, and the ashes fell from his fingertips: "The urn should have been replaced by someone. This ashes are just ordinary plant ash."

The really cool stuff, next to it.

At this time, the urn had been split in two, and what fell out of it was not only the ashes, but also a beautifully crafted red concentric knot.

This concentric knot looks very ordinary, and there are many stalls outside their local Yuelao Temple for sale.

Huang Jingshan had just gone to play with Qi Yanzhi before the accident, and it was very likely that the two bought it together as a souvenir.

If it is explained that after Huang Jingshan died, Qi Yanzhi felt sad and wanted to put it in the urn to accompany his girlfriend together, it would make sense.

But then, Lin Xuekuang cut the concentric knot, and a group photo of Qi Yanzhi and Huang Jingshan suddenly appeared inside.

The photo is only about an inch in size, and the color is yellowish. It looks like an old photo from many years ago. On it, a man and a woman are smiling brightly, looking directly at the camera, but the boy's hands are pinching the girl's neck.

The girl stood beside him affectionately, as if she didn't notice anything wrong.

This weird posture made their smiles look weird, and when they thought of Huang Jingshan's death, it made people feel even more creepy.

And in the lower right corner of the photo, there is also a square red stamp printed there, with the four seal characters "Xuan Ming Fu Yu" on it, but I don't know what it means.

Seeing these four words, Lin Xuekuang's pupils shrank, while Qi Yanzhi jumped up as if his tail had been burned.

"Lin Xuekuang, I have no enmity with you!"

Sweat was pouring out of Qi Yanzhi's forehead, and he said angrily: "Even if there is a little friction at ordinary times, we are still in the same class, how can you fake this kind of photo to trick me! You are insulting me and Jing The relationship between cedars!"

If you listen carefully, you can hear that even his teeth are trembling slightly when he speaks. As for whether it is anger or fear, only Qi Yanzhi knows it in his heart.

The author has something to say:

[Today's linkage theater: Who is the vixen? 】

The two candidates, Lin Xuekuang and Shu Lingjia, sat in a row, and the red banner "Who is the vixen" sponsored by Prince Huai's Mansion hung above their heads.

Drunk guide: "Next, Bai Yiling, a veteran fox-raising user, is invited to enter the venue! Chi-chi, chi-chi!"

00 observed for a while, then pointed to Lin Xuekuang: "Although the two are not alike, if you have to choose, he should be the one."

"Excuse me, Brother Six, why?"

00: "This one is a bit more cunning, and the other one looks too upright."

Shu Lingjia, an upright fox born from the Demon Emperor and the head of the Fox Clan: "What do you know! This is mighty!"

Xiaoxue: "...Yes, I lied, but I really know how to tell fortunes, can you?"

Facing the title of 00's book, the drunk guide slowly knelt down orz.