I didn't answer a word, I rushed out of the house and climbed over the wall into the courtyard of my master's house. But when I got to the door, I realized that I had forgotten the key to Master's house.

It was still my mother, knowing that I was in a hurry, and just when I was in a hurry, she threw the key to Master's house from outside the door.

I entered the door in a panic, found the cartridge in a panic, climbed over the wall and went out, regardless of the pain on my body, and ran all the way in the direction of the hill.

When I climbed to the top of the tower again, the sun was about to rise, and Xian'er's body was already translucent, I quickly opened the ink cartridge, and in an instant, Xian'er suddenly disappeared, and the ink cartridge, which was originally very light, actually became a little heavy.

When I was haunted by the old lady's ghost, my master used this cartridge to collect the old lady's soul, so I knew that Xian'er's soul had been received in the cartridge.

I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, but I didn't dare to relax completely, so I quickly ran home with the cartridge and dialed Master's phone again.

Master said that there were some candles made of corpse wax in the TV cabinet of his house, and asked me to take 17 of them, find a place that has not been exposed to sunlight for a long time, and arrange them in a circle, and put the ink cartridge in the center of the circle and light the candles. Master said that he would rush back as fast as he could, and told me to make sure that all the candles were not extinguished until he came back.

I took the candles as Master had instructed, went to the darkest corner of the kitchen, arranged all the candles in a crooked circle, and placed the ink cartridge carrying the fairy soul into it and lit the candles.

Then I stood by the candle and did not dare to leave for a moment.

Later, my mother seemed to say something to me again, I didn't hear clearly, just stared at those candles, and then my father came to the kitchen and asked me what I was doing, but I still didn't dare to speak, I knew that Xian'er was very jealous of the yang energy on my body, and I was afraid that if I spoke, I would hurt her, and I was afraid that I would blow out those candles.

However, my parents were still very understanding of me, and when they saw that I didn't speak, they didn't ask any more questions.

In fact, my dad and my mom also knew in their hearts that some of the things I had done since I followed Master were probably incomprehensible to them.

To be honest, if it weren't for my parents' understanding over the years, I wouldn't have been able to go so far on this road. The corpse coffin business may not be far from love for me, but if I let it go, I can't let it go!

I really can't put it down.

I just waited in silence for a whole day, and I didn't eat a single bite of food. The candle burns slowly, and the flame flickers and flickers, but it doesn't go out. But I don't know if it's a psychological effect or what, but as the candle gets shorter and shorter, I seem to feel that the fairy sleeping in the ink cartridge is getting weaker and weaker.

It wasn't until the next morning that I heard an unusually stiff, but particularly brisk footstep in the courtyard.

My Master is finally back!

The tight string in my heart suddenly relaxed, and then I felt a sore feeling all over my body.

Master still came to me like a gust of wind, supported my back with his hand, and sighed: "It's hard for you, eat something first." ”

I was too tired to look up, but when I heard my master's voice, a sense of sleepiness came over me, and I fell asleep in a daze.

Just as I closed my eyes, I dimly saw a bowl of rice and a plate of vegetables beside me, and I don't know when my mother put them here.

I don't know how long I slept this night, but I remember waking up and I was already lying on the bed in the North House. My master sat at the head of my bed with a solemn face, still holding the black gossip mirror in his hand.

Seeing that I was awake, Master put aside the gossip mirror and brought me another bowl of steaming thick soup and told me to drink it quickly.

I drank it in a big gulp, ignoring the burning of my mouth.

During this time, although my mother has been giving me food supplements according to Master's instructions, only this bowl of thick soup is missing.

The piece of "meat" that Master used to make soup is also a treasure that has been passed down from generation to generation. According to my master, it is a very precious piece of topaz Tai Sui, which can not only nourish the body, but also be used to nourish the three souls. That piece of Tai Sui, from the time when the first ancestor established the Soul Village, was the size of a fist, and every morning my master would cut two taels to make soup, and the next day, the piece that was cut off would grow again, and even the shape would become the original shape.

However, even if it is my master, it is difficult to say what this so-called "Tai Sui" is, only that it may be a rare fungus, and as for how it has maintained a fixed form for more than a thousand years, my master cannot say why.

Like the Qinggang Sword, the Topaz Tai Sui will be passed down from generation to generation in the line of uprightness, from my master to my master, and then from master to me, and then to my apprentice, and then to my apprentice's apprentice......

During the time I was drinking the soup, Master didn't speak, just looked at the gossip mirror on the bedside.

And I was still worried about Xian'er's situation, and seeing that my master had no intention of talking to me, I couldn't help but ask, "Master, Xian'er, she's okay." ”

Master looked up at me and then pointed to me again.

I looked in the direction of Master's finger, and my eyes fell on my left shoulder, and I saw that there was a layer of black paint on my shoulder, like a layer of mud, from which a bitter smell of Coptis chinensis emanated, and it looked like some kind of herb.

I was about to reach out and grab it, but my master quickly reached out to block me and said, "She is very weak now, don't disturb her." ”

What do you mean? She?

My master took out a dry tobacco, lit it and took a puff, and said to me while exhaling the smoke: "She is seriously injured, and the three souls and seven spirits are about to disperse. During this time, Xian'er is your companion soul, after all, people have saved you, you have to treat her well. ”

Master's words made me feel foggy, but one thing I understand, Xian'er's soul is now on my shoulder, and it doesn't seem to leave me for a long time.

I heard that Xian'er didn't die, I was happy at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was not a taste, she was a woman after all, what is the matter with me? I can't go to the toilet anymore, I can't take a shower, think about it, when I'm squatting in the tuba, there's a girl sitting on my shoulder and watching, what is that feeling!

At this time, the door of my bedroom was pushed open, and when I saw the person who walked in, I was also taken aback, it turned out to be the head of Yuxian Yimai, but I didn't expect him to come.

When Master Zhao came in, he was still holding a small figure with a stack of paper in his hand, and I saw that the paper figure was also painted with color, the upper body was red, and the lower body was white.

After entering the house, Uncle Zhao casually threw the paper figure to my master: "This fake body, you can watch and deal with it." His voice was still as loud as ever, but the folds on his face were deeper than the last time I had seen him.

In fact, from the first time I met Uncle Zhao, I had a delusion, as if he had no living life on him, like a dried corpse that had been aged for many years.

Master carefully put the paper figure into his pocket, and then he looked at me silently, and I felt as if my master had something to say to me, but he just smoked silently, and after a pot of cigarettes, he lit another pot.

Uncle Zhao stood beside my master, at first he just silently waited for my master to speak, but my uncle was not a very patient person, and he was annoyed after a while, and finally he couldn't help it, so he pushed my master and urged: "You person, why do you always procrastinate like this, you have something to say!" ”

My master sighed and said to me: "Actually, in our lineage, you also have a master, the Luo Youfang last time, may be his apprentice. ”

Xian'er said these words to me when I was on the tower, and I was still waiting for the master to continue, but my master was dumbfounded, and somehow there was no follow-up.

It was still Master Zhao who said beside him: "Actually, Zhao Zongdian can't be regarded as your uncle, he turned his back on the Soul Village in his early years, and now he is an outcast who keeps the right line." There is also that Luo Youfang, I asked people to start checking, he should be a disciple accepted by Zhao Zongdian after he left the master, and he is not a person from Jisoulzhuang. ”

Only then did I know that my fellow apprentice's name was Zhao Zongdian, and there was only one word different from the name of Zhao Shibo in front of me, and Zhao Shibo's name was Zhao Zongxin. I also know that it is a bit troublesome to identify in this way, but these two masters and uncles of mine are indeed surnamed Zhao, and they are both descendants of the clan.

At this time, I saw that my master shook his head and said to Uncle Zhao very seriously: "My senior brother will never turn his back on the Soul Village, and there must be other reasons for him to leave the Soul Village. ”

Master Zhao snorted coldly and said, "Other reasons? What other reason could there be? Senior Brother Chai, don't lie to yourself anymore, others don't know, don't you know why Zhao Zongdian left Jisoul Village? If he hadn't ...... it privately"

Before Uncle Zhao finished speaking, my master waved his hand and interrupted him: "The responsibility for what happened back then lies with me...... Okay, senior brother, don't say it anymore, the past, let it pass. ”

Uncle Zhao and my master looked at each other, and after a long time, they sighed and did not continue.

My master extinguished the smoke pot and said to me with a solemn expression: "Originally, I was going to tell you some old things about our lineage, but now that I think about it, there is no need for that. However, you must remember that if one day you meet a person holding a six-pointed black flag, you must avoid it, unless you have a heavenly seal in your hand, otherwise, you will never be able to deal with this person. ”

I was still thinking in my heart, is the person holding the six black flags my fellow disciple? At this time, I heard my Uncle Zhao say to my master angrily: "What, listen to what you mean, Zhao Zongdian still dares to attack the disciples of Jisoul Village?" ”