Not all bars have head-banging music, noisy environments, blind-stopping laser lights, and a mess of people.

This "Mu Song Qing Bar" is located in Taiping Street, a famous commercial snack street in Xiangsha City, on the second floor.

The rent of the shops in the city center is more expensive, but the drinks in the bar are relatively cheap, and the owner of the store plays the guitar well and sings for so many hours.

However, this boss is not annoying, even if there is a man who drinks in the present, he will only hum softly with him, and will not feel that he is pretending to be a flirtatious girl.

The dimly lit and gentle sounds of songs are perfect for men and women to tell each other their secrets, and the night here is peaceful and quiet, unlike the crowded Taiping Street outside.

"Since ancient times, have you ever seen anyone who can be truly resurrected? The ancient rulers, those emperors who wore golden jade clothes, the ancient Egyptian pharaohs who made themselves incorruptible mummies, and the Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty who prayed for immortality, were not all buried in the ground in the end? If people could rise from the dead and produce immortality, they would definitely be able to do it with the power of the whole country. Shen Hui sat on the side of the bar near the balcony window, which was open air, away from the crowd.

Because the topic she was talking about with the man in front of her was really not suitable for others to hear.

"Ma Tianming, this world is not like this!" Shen Hui leaned forward and whispered.

In another hour she should have left for the night shift at the hospital, and she couldn't drink, with a straw in her mouth and a pale blue mocktail in front of her.

"That's because they didn't know the truth about death, and they didn't have a king pigeon in their time. In any case, I must resurrect my father. If it weren't for the fact that his soul had escaped the grip of death and communicated with me on paper in his soul state, I would have almost sparked his body, and even if I wanted to be resurrected now, I wouldn't have been able to do it. Ma Tianming was wearing a brown jacket, because the balcony side of the window was open, the weather was still a little cold at night, he wrapped his body, lit a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth, and took a sip of whiskey in the glass.

"What do I want?" Ma Tianming asked, looking at the hazel whiskey in the glass.

Shen Hui sighed, took out a file bag from her shoulder bag, and looked at Ma Tianming's handsome face and deep eyes, but the expression on her face was not so good-looking.

She hated herself for judging people by her appearance, and she looked away, but she didn't see Ma Tianming's cunning and madness.

Ma Tianming's eyes lit up when he saw the file bag, and he quickly put down the cup, and the cigarette he had just lit was also extinguished in the ashtray, and he was about to reach out to get the file bag, but he was suddenly empty.

Shen Hui put the file bag in front of him and stared at Ma Tianming, "After this thing is given to you, you will do what you promised." ”

"Of course. The last time we went to bed was the last time, and I lost interest in your body, and of course, if you still want it, I'll not turn it down. Ma Tianming also leaned over and whispered, "After you finish helping me with the last thing, I will hand over all the hard disks and memory cards where your photos are stored to you, and you can dispose of them as you like." ”

"Dream your dreams. If you break your promise, dare to touch me again, or spread that photo in advance, even if I am ruined, I will tell the truth of the matter!" Shen Hui said viciously with a fierce face, and then pushed the not very thick file bag in front of him from the table to Ma Tianming. "There is only so much in the hospital, and I can only find so much. ”

"Thanks, that's enough, I'll let you know in advance when the next move will take place, I still have some things to do. Ma Tianming waved his hand, signaling that Shen Hui could leave first.

Shen Hui picked up her bag, didn't care about the unfinished cocktail in the cup, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait!" Ma Tianming shouted in a low voice, attracting the attention of the people around him.

But others only cared about drinking and listening to songs, and when they saw that this man and woman didn't look like they were arguing, they didn't pay attention to more than less.

Every time Shen Hui met Ma Tianming, she was disgusted with a huge amount of nausea and endured unimaginable insults, and finally thought that she could escape this time, but she was stopped again, and because of the threat in Ma Tianming's hands, she could only turn around.

"What do you think, how is this place?" asked Ma Tianming.

Shen Hui sneered, "The place is a good place, but as long as you appear, I won't come back a second time!" After speaking, he walked to the door without looking back.

In fact, Shen Hui has been mysterious, hiding from no one in the past few days, and rarely communicating with Wang Ge and Liu Ya, just busy inquiring about the things in the file bag. In this, there are some information about the king pigeon, Lan Xin's information and the current state of the disease.

In fact, Ma Tianming knew very little about life and death, soul, death, underworld and other information, and only relied on his father's soul to communicate with him, and he obtained it by consulting and rummaging through ancient books.

And Ma Tianming's father's soul was able to escape when the god of death came, and for several years, he relied on devouring other spirits to maintain the existence of the ontological energy, and evaded the pursuit of the law enforcers, which was not easy, he had never been to the underworld at all, nor had he communicated with any god of death, and some things were also unclear, so they could only exist in a muddy way.

Ma Tianming's father's soul told him that the search for the spirits has been strengthened by the underworld recently, and although he was not caught, the spirits that had been secretly observed in the previous devouring list were taken away by the law enforcers, making it extremely difficult to be devoured, and the existence of his own soul could not obtain the energy provided by other energy bodies, so he could only supply it through some poisons in the human world.

The efficiency of poison in transforming soul body energy is very low, and it is certainly not a long-term solution.

Ma Tianming knew that he had to hurry up to resurrect his father in the near future, otherwise his father's soul would automatically dissipate due to lack of energy.

Moreover, he no longer has the funds to maintain the equipment used to keep his father's body in condition.

He returned to the courtyard of the villa on the outskirts of Xiangsha City, came to the garage, and entered the basement.

It was as cold as ever, and there was a metal coffin in the small basement, and the cold air was still rising from the cracks. This is a liquid nitrogen equipment that he specially invited from abroad to build, with a complete set of systems, temperature control can keep his father's body in a non-destructive state, equipment maintenance, parts replacement, electricity costs, absolutely a large number.

But Ma Tianming believes that as long as his father's soul can be returned to his body, he will definitely be able to resurrect!

But there is one thing he doesn't understand, why Wang Ge's little girlfriend, that is, Lan Xin, had a car accident, since his soul has been taken away by death, his body can still maintain vital signs, this is simply incredible! Could it be that Wang Ge and Death have reached some agreement?

No matter so much, if Wang Ge can resurrect Lan Xin, then he also has a way to resurrect his father! Ma Tianming did not reach out to touch the metal ice coffin, otherwise his hands would be frostbitten. He just operated on the computer in the next room to start the thawing procedure, and the thawing steps need to be gradual, and it will take more than half a month to complete completely, otherwise it will cause damage to the remains.

On the computer, he saw a folder that he had casually thrown on his desktop, and when he opened the folder, he was presented with some photos and videos. He looked at the file bag that Shen Hui had brought back again.

"Alas, I'm tired of it, but I just can't stop. She should have been told to come one last time. He opened the video, took off his pants and started the piston movement.

And the woman in the picture is Shen Hui who was under her crotch at the beginning.

However, the information brought back by Shen Hui was thrown aside, and Ma Tianming did not look at it at the first time.

With a brief shaking of the body, the whole video screen became boring. Ma Tianming cleaned himself up, and finally took out a brush and yellow paper from the drawer with satisfaction, and wrote a few words.

"Something big is coming, don't forget your promise!" he pulled out his lighter, held the piece of paper and lit it in the air, then let go of his hand.

The flames burned in the air, and the paper turned to ashes.

Ma Tianming stayed where he was, staring at the yellow paper on the table, and a few words suddenly emerged from the paper.

"As long as I live, I will keep you rich!"

Shen Hui, who was sitting on the bus, didn't say a word. She knew that the information she got only played an insignificant auxiliary role in Ma Tianming's ultimate goal, and even if she didn't do it for Ma Tianming, with Ma Tianming's cleverness and cunning, she would use other ways to get these things, and she couldn't use the internal means of the hospital at all.

But Shen Hui still did it. She wanted to use this matter to get rid of Ma Tianming's physical control over her, but to her surprise, Ma Tianming actually agreed! Maybe this man really lost interest in his body.

Shen Hui didn't feel lost, but breathed a sigh of relief. It's just that she also knows in her heart that although she will no longer be controlled by him physically, she is afraid that she will be tied to the same boat with Ma Tianming in the future.

At the beginning of the matter, Shen Hui only helped Ma Tianming monitor the actions of the king pigeon, which was forgivable, but now, Shen Hui has become a stealer of information for Ma Tianming, which is irreparable.

This is just Ma Tianming's move to tie up Shen Hui and prevent her from leaking any news.

Once the East Window incident happens, then Shen Hui will definitely be exposed, and the matter is very serious, and there is absolutely no room for recovery.

Thinking of this, Shen Hui's hands holding the baby's handle were a little harder, and the hands were no longer bloodless. Her mind suddenly recalled the song that the boss sang while playing the guitar in the bar.

"Friend, friend, please leave me. ”

The king pigeon sitting in Shaxian Snack not far from the bus stop sneezed, and it seemed that the bowl of white pepper was sprinkled a little too much in the chaos today.

At the door of the small shop of Shaxian snacks, the two old men still ordered two small dishes, asked for two taels of Lang wine, one cup per person, and sat there chatting and bragging.

Since the king's dinner became eaten here, watching the two old men drinking and chatting here seems to have become a regular program every day.

Moreover, the two old men seemed to be able to calm themselves down quickly in a short period of time, and meet the whole night of work with a full mind.

For him, the difficulty in his work is no longer driving skills and lack of sleep, but his inner attitude.

The king pigeon ate the last chaos in the bowl with a spoon, shouted for the boss to pay, and turned his head to see the tip of an umbrella bone appear in his field of vision.

"What are you doing here?" said the king pigeon in a low voice to the man in front of him.