Burning fire

After returning, Zhang Jueming went to find Lin Juan again alone.

Lin Juan is a junior of the corpse-riding clan, so naturally he doesn't know what happened a hundred years ago.It's a pity that Yin people are only mortal wombs, and their life span is the same as that of ordinary people. Even if they are too Yin, their lives are shorter than average.

It is impossible to find a senior who is more than a hundred years old. Even Hun'er has passed away long ago. Naihe was reincarnated, and a bowl of Mengpo soup has completely forgotten the past.

There was no other way, Zhang Jueming had no choice but to send Lin family back to Xiangxi to find the secret records of the family tree of the exorcist clan, hoping to find some useful clues.

Because they wanted to investigate the Zhou family, they must be going back to Changchun.So Zhang Jueming and Lin Juan made an agreement to find him in Changchun after getting the secret record of the genealogy, and the sooner the better.

Fearing that Lin Juan would be in danger, Zhang Jueming specially put a small bottle of mountain ghost's blood on him, at least it can block evil spirits on the road, and it can also be used to draw symbols to increase its power.

Zhou Qizun's eyeballs scratched directly on the palm-sized white porcelain bottle, his brows were tightly frowned, and his eyes were terrifying.

Lin Juan's heart ached from being stared at by him, and he was so frightened that he almost didn't dare to put the blood in his pocket.

Later, Zhou Qizun complained again, and stripped off Zhang Jueming's waistband like a madman... He even grabbed the other knife from Zhang Jueming's belt and threw it away.

Zhang Jueming: "..."

For a while, this man was really unreasonable and more nonsense than a childish urchin.

Zhou Qizun said angrily, "I'm tired of this thing."

——Actually, he was afraid of this thing.He has wielded knives and guns for more than ten years, and for the first time he was afraid of a small object less than fifteen centimeters.

In the end, it was Zhang Jueming who was still pretty, and he lingered close to Zhou Qizun, with a contented smile on his lips, and said like a thief eating candy, "Zhou Qizun, you love me."

Zhou Qizun raised his eyebrows and glanced at the little marshmallow in front of him, and carried it to the house for this soft and beautiful young man, closed the door, and melted a mouthful of sweetness.

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Ma Boyuan woke up after five days in a coma.Although his life was saved, the poor man was stupid.

He became a dementia.I don't recognize anything, I don't remember anything.He forgot his grandma and his paintings.

Zhang Jueming pinched Ma Boyuan's pulse, but he couldn't find a way to help him - he was lucky enough to be able to save his life and open his eyes to look at the sky after being attacked by evil spirits.

Zhou Qizun's mother was not as lucky as him. Although Jiang Qiuqin was out of breath, she lay down with her eyes closed until she died.

Ma Boyuan...Ma Boyuan can at least walk around on the ground and see with his eyes.

Or maybe it is more cruel for him to wake up like this, and it is far better to die cleanly, but who is worthy of drawing conclusions?

In such a comparison, I don't know if this is a tragedy.What is the tragedy.

It's nothing more than a life of endless struggle.

They sent Ma Boyuan to the mental hospital in the town.In a small town, there are no good conditions for a place to detain lunatics, but even so, Ma Boyuan has no money to live in.

Zhao Ting was kind-hearted, took out her passbook, and said that she was old, and there was no one at home. She lived alone, and it was useless to save money. She couldn't bring it into the coffin, so she had to pay Ma Boyuan.

Zhao Ting: "I will go to see him often. I used to think about Dongyang's affairs all the time. During that time, I didn't even want to leave the house. I didn't pay much attention to what happened to Ma Boyuan's grandma. Now that I think about it, it’s really hard.”

Guo Qingxuan couldn't hear what she said.

Guo Qingxuan took out a handful of large pure white pearls and gave them to Zhao Ting: "Auntie, you can help Ma Boyuan with these."

Guo Qingxuan: "As for your money, there is a place to spend it. I will come to see you often. I am here. You buy big fish and meat, and we eat."

After Guo Qingxuan finished speaking, she was still a little timid, a bit like an ugly daughter-in-law seeing her in-laws. What's worse, she was not an ugly daughter-in-law, his wife...was a demon.

Seeing Zhao Ting's dazed appearance, Guo Qingxuan asked hesitantly, "Do you want me to come?"

"Of course I would like to say what your child said."

Zhao Ting took Guo Qingxuan's hand: "Your identities...Auntie, to be honest, I'm still a little confused now, but it doesn't matter. You haven't scared Auntie, and you haven't done any bad things. You are all friends of Dongyang. It's a good boy, a good boy..."

Zhao Ting sent them to the station with tears in her eyes.

At the corner of a small path at the entrance of the station, Zhou Qizun saw the previous female beggar again—the female beggar who was kicked out by Ma Boyuan to test him.

The female beggar still had a dark face, her head was mournful, and she was wearing a ragged padded jacket full of scars. She seemed to be dirtier than when she saw it a few days ago, and it seemed to be so dirty that even the dirtiest ones couldn't be distinguished.

Zhou Qizun stamped his feet in front of her, bent down, and handed her a bag of biscuits in his hand.The pancakes were freshly baked and cut by Zhao Ting, and they were still hot. I wanted them to take them on the road to eat.

The female beggar took the cake, grabbed it with her black hands, and stuffed a handful into her mouth.There was something bestial about the way she stuffed the pie, like some filthy beast eating raw meat.If she didn't have a human face, maybe no one would think she was human.

The female beggar's cheeks were puffy, and her cheeks and lips were all oily, making them shine against the dirty black.

She smiled foolishly at Zhou Qizun.Just now, she thought she ate cakes like a beast, but now she bent the corners of her eyes and smiled like a beautiful, simple village woman.

Zhou Qizun swallowed dryly, unable to tell what it was like in his heart.

A hand stretched out beside him was Zhang Jueming's hand.It is slender and is white and looks good.

Zhang Jueming put a few red notes in front of the female beggar, who immediately threw the cakes and grabbed the money with her shiny black hands.

Zhang Jueming lowered his eyes to look at her, a little dazed.

"Let's go, it's time to check in at the station." Zhou Qizun said to Zhang Jueming.

Lin Juan didn't go the same way as them, so he left first, but Guo Qingxuan and Guo Xiaotong had already stood at the gate of the station, waiting for them for a while.

"En." Zhang Jueming nodded, he turned and walked towards the station, his arm casually brushed past Zhou Qizun's.

Zhou Qizun didn't hesitate for half a second, he stretched out his hand naturally, and Zhang Jueming's cold hand caught it.

"This..." Zhang Jueming looked down, pursed his lips, a little embarrassed, "Is this not very good?"

He must have stayed with Zhou Qizun for a long time, and he was not close to ink, so he didn't learn any good manners.He said excuses on his mouth, but said something else on his hands, and held Zhou Qizun's hand limply.

Zhou Qizun smiled.The white lotus in his house, since it bloomed in the right pond, has been moistened. It is extremely white and pure, and it is pleasing to the eye.

"Don't be embarrassed. You don't think Guo Qingxuan is blind and can't see what's going on between the two of us, do you?" Zhou Qizun looked indifferent and pulled Zhang Jueming forward.

"Guo Xiaotong's little rabbit has not fully grown his head yet, so he still can't understand these things. You don't have to pay attention to her." Zhou Qizun only held hands to quench his thirst, and squeezed them irregularly with his fingers a few times.

"But the station is crowded with people..." Zhang Jueming hesitated.

"Then it doesn't matter. There are so many people, no one knows anyone, passed by today, and will never see each other again in this life. Why do you care?"

Zhou Qizun suddenly turned his eyes sideways and looked at Zhang Jueming: "I just lose a little room in my heart, I'm afraid it's not enough to pretend to be my treasure."

Hearing these words into Zhang Jueming's ears was worse than poison laced with honey. Zhang Jueming naturally had nothing to do with Zhou Qizun. His behavior in this life was just like this. He lacked talent and would always be defeated by Zhou Qizun. .

Seeing this, Zhou Qizun knew that Zhang Jueming was both ashamed and happy.He wanted to "bully" Zhang Jueming a little more, and please Zhang Jueming more.

So Zhou Qizun turned his head sideways, leaning into Zhang Jueming's ear and said: "Jade Ming, let me tell you something."

"...Huh?" Zhang Jueming was about to hit his feet.

Zhou Qizun: "Your ears are red again."

Zhang Jueming: "..."

His ears have fallen off.

After Zhou Qizun finished speaking, he let go of Zhang Jueming's hand, and stretched his arms around Zhang Jueming's shoulder.

The two men hugged their shoulders, and there were many iron brothers. It was much more natural than interlocking fingers. ——Zhang Jueming is too thin-skinned, his ears are already red now, if his face as thin as snow would also turn red...

Do not show your own flowers to outsiders.He Zhou Qizun is stingy.

But it is also good to change to shoulders, they can get closer.

"Hurry up!" Guo Qingxuan at the front couldn't see their dilatory efforts, and waved and shouted.

"Here we come." Zhou Qizun responded.

Before entering the station, he said to Zhang Jueming again: "We are going home."