After speculating on the ins and outs of the matter, Yan Junze wrapped the three layers inside and outside the statue, wrapped it in a plastic bag and tied it tightly, put it in his backpack, put the backpack at the head of the bed, and then went back to bed to sleep.

Probably too tired, he still slept well on the last night at the foot of the rock.

Although he went to bed very late, Yan Junze didn't wake up halfway through this sleep, and slept until dawn before he was noisy by the mobile phone alarm clock.

The morning bus No. 803 from Angjiao to Suncheon city center departs at about 6:40 a.m., and this bus is very early, even the little couple upstairs does not take this trip in the morning, but takes the 7:30 bus in the morning.

Yan Junze's purpose is to see him as few people as possible, so he chose to take the first bus.

His things had been packed in advance, and after getting up and washing up quickly, he put on his backpack and went out.

I put the key to the rental house under the flower pot in front of the landlord's house, didn't make any noise, and then turned away.

When I came to the platform of the No. 803 bus, the morning bus had not yet arrived.

It's 6:44 a.m., but it's getting dark.

According to Yan Junze's estimate, bus No. 803 came from the starting station, and the third stop arrived at Yanjiao, which was almost less than ten minutes.

It started at 6:40, and I was absolutely in time for now.

Sure enough, at 6:50 a.m., he saw Route 803 slowly coming from the other side of the road.

Stopped in front of him, threw money in the car, and except for a middle-aged driver, there was not a single passenger in the car.

That's good, it's early, and the bus has become a private car.

Yan Junze found a seat in the back and sat down, took off his backpack, put it on the chair next to him, and pillowed it with one hand to make himself sit more comfortably.

took out his mobile phone to flip through the news, the bus started quickly, and the rhythmic swaying soon made Yan Junze sleepy.

Originally, I didn't get enough sleep today, Yan Junze closed his mobile phone, just held it in his hand, and closed his eyes.

From time to time, the shadows of the back-body-girl, Kerr, long-tongued Zhenzhen and hated mother-in-law flashed in my mind.

Except for Zhenzhen, the other ghosts made too deep an impression on him, so that as long as he had time to rest, they would appear irrepressibly in his mind now.

He said he was sleepy, but he couldn't sleep for a while.

Bus 803 stopped and stopped, and after stopping at one of the stops, a young man came up.

The young man put his hands in his pockets, got into the car and sat in the front seat closest to the driver.

Yan Junze didn't pay attention, he adopted a sitting posture, like the standard sitting posture of elementary school students listening to the class.

In a daze, Yan Junze opened his eyes and stared at the back of the young man's head, but his thoughts were floating on the key point that had been lingering for the past few days, the one that he couldn't remember.

This incident seems to be very important, it was triggered by accident at a certain moment when I was talking to Zhang Xiaomo, but then because of other things, the thought was buried before it could surface, and I couldn't remember it anymore.

People are like this sometimes, trying to remember one thing, just like looking for something that is urgently needed at home, and you can't find it at the moment you want to use it.

But one day, when I was not careful, this thing that I could not find before, would suddenly jump in front of my eyes, and it would take no effort to get it.

At this time, Yan Junze, when looking at the back of his head sitting not far from the driver, finally caught the idea of being buried last time in his thoughts.

He remembered that after finding out that the landlord Lin Dong was divided by his mother-in-law, Zhang Xiaomo once said such a sentence: Lin Dong should not have been separated for more than 48 hours, I will go next door later, and see if Mother-in-law Ren is not there after saving him.

At that time, Yan Junze had an idea, but it was the spermicidal weapon that Zhang Xiaomo took out later, oh no, it was the supernatural jammer that attracted attention, so this idea has not been able to form an effective thought.

At this moment, Yan Junze finally thought of it.

Since Zhang Xiaomo said that Lin Dong was divided for no more than 48 hours, he will save him later. This means that if you have been divided for more than 48 hours, you will not be saved?

If that's the case?

Yan Junze shuddered suddenly, picked up the phone, no matter how early it was, and whether the other party got up or not, directly dialed Zhang Xiaomo's phone.

……

Tianmeng District, closed city.

Inside the courtyard of a temple.

Usually, this place called Leiwang Temple has already attracted an endless stream of pilgrims at this time, and the flow of incense money alone is no less than seven figures every day.

However, at this time, there was not half a pilgrim in the courtyard of the entire temple, only one person standing.

With shoulder-length short hair, a pure white cartoon short-sleeved T-shirt, casual jeans, and white net shoes, Zhang Xiaomo stood alone in the middle of the courtyard by the huge incense burner in one hand.

The incense burner, which was originally full of incense, was cold and gray at the moment, and there was no smell of incense and candles.

This time, the cartoon pattern on Zhang Xiaomo's chest was replaced by HelloKitty, but she looked as usual, and the bayonet in her hand had just been pulled out of the chest of an old monk who had fallen to the ground.

The old monk's body was gradually dissipating, and after a few moments, only a transparent shadow could be seen.

At the foot of the steps not far from the old monk, there was also the body of a little monk, which was also becoming fainter and fainter, and was no longer visible.

And in the main hall, there is still a corpse that has long since disappeared.

"Three high-level wandering spirits, it's done!"

After putting away the magnetic knife, Zhang Xiaomo took out a small notebook and memorized it carefully, but as she put down the pen not long after, her brows furrowed slightly.

After a few seconds, she put the cap on her pen, stuck the pen in her notebook, and said to herself, "How so? ”

After the words fell, Zhang Xiaomo took out the phone and called the tutor of the supernatural incident group in Huaying District, Huaying Dadu.

She knew very well that the tutor was used to waking up early, and at this point he had already gotten up, so he would not be disturbed.

"Mo." A slightly vicissitudes of voice sounded.

"Mentor, I have a question."

Zhang Xiaomo's conversation with her mentor has always been straight to the point, and everyone who knows her in the supernatural events team knows it, so this mentor doesn't seem to think so.

"Say."

"I just killed three evil spirits, high-level spirits." Zhang Xiaomo said: "It took me a lot of effort, so I recorded it." But in connection with the evil spirits that have been killed in the past few days, I suddenly have doubts, I want to know, to be precise, how many high-level spirits are roughly equivalent to one plastic spirit? ”

"This ...... There is no comparison. The voice on the other end of the phone came out, "If you only talk about the strength of evil spirits, one plastic spirit is about equivalent to about ten high-level wandering spirits, but this is without considering the ghostly intervention and division of spirits. ”

Zhang Xiaomo said: "In other words, if you consider it all, the strength of the plastic spirit has already surpassed that of ten high-level wandering spirits?" ”

"Definitely exceeded." The mentor paused slightly and asked, "Are you...... Well, wait for me to see your mission log. ”

After a few seconds, his voice rang out again: "Half-Shaped? You killed a Half-Plastic two days ago? Well, how does it feel to be competent with your strength? ”

"I feel ......" The ominous premonition in Zhang Xiaomo's heart became stronger and stronger at this moment, "I haven't been in contact with the Semi-Plastic Spirit level before, but I feel that it is compared to the three high-level Wandering Spirits I just killed...... Not much worse! ”

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then the mentor's voice came: "It must not be easy to completely kill a half-plastic spirit level with your skills. Right now...... Go back now! ”

"Mentor ......"

Before Zhang Xiaomo finished speaking, suddenly the mobile phone prompted that there was another phone waiting to be accessed.

Glancing at the mobile phone screen, Zhang Xiaomo's pupils shrank, and she didn't have time to talk to the tutor again, so she immediately transferred.

"Zhang Xiaomo, don't ask anything, listen to me first!" This was Yan Junze's voice, "You answer me immediately, what happens if a person is divided for more than 48 hours?" ”

Zhang Xiaomo was stunned for a moment and replied: "It can never be rescued again." What are you asking for, where are you? Now you're ...... right away."

Her words had been interrupted by Yan Junze.

"It's too late, guess who I saw."

"Who?"

"Lu Xin."