“... Chang Ziming... Chang Ziming. ”

The shadow of the dead tree branches outside called out to Chang Ziming inside the house with a desperate voice that was hoarse to the point of being like a really dying old man.

As for why he knew his name, Chang Ziming was not very curious about this, this thing, it felt a little different from other demons, it was easy to appear, and other monsters disappeared immediately, as if they were avoiding it, but it didn't try to forcibly break through the barrier of its own house at all.

“... Ziming, it, it knows you!?"

Chang Xiaoqiao looked at Chang Ziming with wide eyes in shock, Chang Ziming walked up to her, patted her shoulder gently, and said softly.

"Sister, you go behind the counter and hide... I'll talk to it. ”

"Talk... Talk about?! You, you're crazy... You, you're going to... And, talk to this monster..."

Chang Ziming didn't wait for his sister to say anything, held her shoulder, helped the frightened Chang Xiaoqiao to sit down behind the counter, and then walked to the window again, he stabilized his mind and opened his mouth lightly.

"What?"

After hearing Chang Ziming's reply, the voice did not speak in a hurry, but moved its body back and forth, as if it was pacing at the window, looking for an opportunity to enter.

"What the hell is going on?"

Chang Ziming asked again, and the figure gradually stopped moving, turned around, and seemed to face Chang Ziming again.

“... Work with me, Chang Ziming..."

The demon spoke again, and the words he said made Chang Ziming's heart tighten, and it was really not a kind thing.

"Hehe, working with demons? Did I look like such a stupid person?"

Chang Ziming forced his composure, he replied to the shadow with a little mockery, but he didn't expect that instead of being angry, the shadow let out a hoarse laugh, laughing and saying.

“... Hahahaha... Chang family, ghost arts... Is your father okay?"

Hearing this demon suddenly talk about his father, Chang Ziming's originally indifferent expression suddenly became gloomy, if it weren't for the fact that his sister was still listening behind, he would probably have killed this demon by now.

Let's not talk about whether you can kill it, if you fight with everything in this Chang family, it's not impossible.

But this demon was very smart, it seemed to know what Chang Ziming was thinking, and said immediately before Chang Ziming could speak.

“... You don't want to know how your father died?"

“.... My father was attacked because he accidentally came into contact with the taboo in the process of practicing ghost arts, this kind of thing, I don't need you to tell me, what are your intentions, if you want to enter this Chang family house, I advise you to dispel this year, you are not qualified. ”

Chang Ziming's words already revealed Sen Ran's killing intent, he flicked his sleeves fiercely, turned around and walked towards the counter, and did not intend to continue to talk to this demon.

But the monster's voice suddenly came from the roof, and Chang Xiaoqiao shrank behind the counter in fright.

“... Hey, hey, violating taboos and being eaten back?

In your eyes, your father is such an incompetent person?"

The sound of rustling and the dry laughter of demons came from the rooftop, and the mixture was terrifying.

But after the demon's words, Chang Ziming stood still, he silently raised his head and looked at the roof, his eyes were full of coldness.

Chang Xiaoqiao heard that something was wrong, and she immediately stopped Chang Ziming.

"No.. Don't listen to him! He's a demon! He can deceive people! Ziming!"

Chang Ziming ignored his sister, he said to the roof.

"You mean, my father didn't die from his own ghost formation?"

Hearing that Chang Ziming was willing to talk to it, the voice seemed very happy, and the movement of crawling on the roof became louder and louder.

"Hey, hey, you've been deceived, you've all been deceived, your father, but he's a genius... can connect yin and yang, even if it is the abyss, he has a glimpse of it... How could such a genius be counterattacked by his own formation..."

Chang Ziming lowered his head, as if he was lost in thought.

His father often left at night, and in the impression of the two siblings, his father had died when he was very young, and his mother died earlier than his father.

Therefore, it can be said that the two siblings are not very impressed with their parents, but I heard the predecessors of other families say that his father is a genius and the most powerful magician, and his ghost art can be known and omnipotent, but in the end, he also died in the backlash of his own ghost art.

Chang Xiaoqiao didn't know anything about ghost arts, he only felt that his father must have had an accident before leaving, so she was disgusted with all the evil arts in the family and resolutely would not get involved, but the Chang family was unique and had no branches, so if it continued, the Chang family's unique secret art would face the danger of being lost.

At this time, there were already other families who came forward and wanted to seize the Chang family's ghost magic for their own use, but for some reason, every time they planned to act, that family would suffer a terrible disaster.

Over time, the secret art of the Chang family was believed to be practiced only by the Chang family, and any other family that wanted to possess and plunder would be cursed by the ghost arts.

Including the Fang family, they all coveted this mysterious ghost art, but they couldn't do it because of that terrible curse.

In this case, Chang Xiaoqiao, the first successor of the Chang family, only took up the industry of this tea house, and ignored the so-called ghost arts.

Everyone also acquiesced, this Chang family's strange stunt is about to be lost.

Chang Ziming, who is also young and taciturn, miraculously mastered this secret technique, and he is extremely talented, which reminds people of the rare genius of the Chang family in a hundred years, that is, Chang Ziming's father who leaves at night.

Tiger fathers have no dogs, maybe there really is such a saying.

Chang Ziming's progress in learning ghost art is extremely fast, and his own integration with ghost art can be said to be perfect, according to this momentum, he may have greater achievements when he reaches his father's age.

But... Chang Ziming learned all this, but at first he had only one purpose.

He didn't believe, didn't believe in his father, than

A person who is a hundred times and a thousand times smarter will die on the ghost arts, and there must be a secret in it, but no matter how he inquires and how he explores, the answer he gets is only that one.

His father died of his own ghost magic, that terrible ghost array...

This seems to be a sure thing, and Chang Ziming has begun to convince himself to accept this fact...

However, just now, he suddenly heard it.

Heard a voice he'd always wanted to hear... This voice... Tell him that his father didn't die stupidly.

There is another hidden reason in this matter.

"Why do you know so much about my family?"

Although Chang Ziming was a little shaken, he was not a fool, he would not be led by the nose by this monster so easily, naturally, he was very interested in what the demon said, but all this could be a trap.

He must be careful to find the answer he wants among the thorns full of traps.

"Hey, hey, hey... As I said before, your father, who spied into the abyss, discovered him... I've communicated with your father..."

Bang dang!

A vase slammed into the roof, shattered.

Chang Xiaoqiao grabbed Chang Ziming's hand and said solemnly.

"Ziming, be sober! It just wants you to follow its train of thought! Don't be fooled!"

Chang Ziming was startled by the crushing sound of this vase, and then he looked at Chang Xiaoqiao gently and said lightly.

"Sister, I'm fine, it's just this matter... Ziming must figure it out... Don't you still believe your brother?"

Listening to Chang Ziming's very bland answer, Chang Xiaoqiao suddenly didn't know what to say, and just when she wanted to say something, the voice returned to the window.

“.... Hey, hey, Chang Ziming, you've been practicing ghost art for many years, and your attainments... I don't know, but I don't think it's too low... You should know your father's ability, you don't have the slightest doubt, the slightest curiosity, why he... Will suddenly... Just die?"

Chang Ziming turned his head and looked at the dark shadow outside the window and said.

"Well, why don't you tell me, and I'll listen. ”

The shadow began to laugh, and it was like the rustle of the wind blowing the branches.

“... It's not that simple, kid... Hey, hey, hey, this kind of thing... In your human world, it's called... Deal, I gave you what you wanted, what can you give me...?"

Chang Ziming snorted coldly and said.

"Then what do you think I can give you? ”

The dark shadow seemed to be waiting for this, and said excitedly.

"Yes, yes, kids, of course you have... You... The father left a black box... If you could put it... Give it to me, I swear... Oh yes, I'm a demon though... But I'm not going to lie... I will tell you everything about your father..."

Chang Ziming suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha, you really don't know how to do business, do you know, that thing is as important as my father's secret, and I put my father the most in order to hear the truth about my father's death

For the precious things that will be handed over to you? Why don't you add something else?"

The Shadow was stunned for a moment, it didn't seem to be able to weigh these things, so it asked with a smile.

“... So, kid, what more do you want...?"

"Why don't you restore the city to its original state?"

As soon as Chang Ziming's words fell, the black shadow giggled.

"Kid... This one... I can't, you see, I'm not going to pretend to promise you and then break my promise... It's just this, I'm really... It can't be done... Hey, hey, do you know what your city is like right now..."

Chang Ziming sighed and continued to ask.

“... What exists, even you are so jealous? Don't you really want my father's relics, why don't you go and fight with it, and if you win, I'll give you the things. ”

The black shadow heard Chang Ziming's teasing tone this time, and said with a cold snort.

“… Boy, I'm not afraid of him, it's just that humans have human rules, and the abyss has rules of the abyss... If it was before, I would have dealt with it for you at any time, but now, its existence is the same as mine... We can't kill each other, it's an iron rule... Just like the laws of your human world... Well, it's not right, it's a little different, anyway... I can't do that. ”

(End of chapter)