The scenery of Tongtian will no longer be. /./

However, the foot-walking merchants are endless.

There will always be people who seal ghosts, there will always be people who buy and sell spiritual weapons, and there will always be people who will remain in the Tongtian Society.

Many people are gone, and almost none of the Sky Guards are left.

These elites who once defended the honor of the Heavenly Guards have all returned to their respective families.

Very little remains.

The people of the other temples were similar.

When I showed up in the Tongtian Chamber with my bags on my back, there were only a few old guys around, and they were all useless veterans.

It's just that my appearance has changed a lot.

It was as if a year had aged me by a full ten years, and I looked like a 30-year-old uncle. Plus an unshaven beard and a sloppy shirt. It's as if the whole person has changed.

Moreover, I also deliberately put on the old toad glasses of the iron old man.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he walked into the council chamber.

An old man asked, "Your Excellency?" ”

I took a puff on my cigarette and said calmly.

"I'm going to join the Tongtian Society, my name is Tietian."

Since then, Tongtian will have a low-level ghost sealing expert, he doesn't talk much with sunglasses, doesn't make many friends, and loves to smoke.

His name is Tie Tian.

When I returned to Batenkai with my bags, it was after crying all night.

I didn't believe in the idea of a white head overnight, but now, I do, and overnight my black hair turned gray.

I saw several gray hairs hanging down in front of my forehead.

Then I went to a shop and cut my long hair, which had been eyeless, into a.

Wearing the old iron man's old-fashioned toad glasses.

He was smoking a cigarette and wearing a shabby white shirt, and his military boots were covered with a layer of dust.

I stood in front of the mirror, looked at myself in the mirror, and suddenly smiled.

Because what appeared in the mirror was an uncle, a 30-year-old uncle.

My name has completely disappeared from the circle.

I started traveling under a pseudonym.

I'm not meddling in the affairs of those big factions, but I'm quietly sealing ghosts.

Now I can't seal those thousand-year-old ghosts anymore.

However, with my means and experience, some ordinary ghosts can still be dealt with.

Since then, there has been no Prince Tiangong in the circle, and some are just Luo Yan.

A man who looks like a 30-year-old man, smoking a cigarette and helping ordinary people solve ghost problems.

When I returned to Batenkai with my bags, it was after crying all night.

I didn't believe in the idea of a white head overnight, but now, I do, and overnight my black hair turned gray.

I saw several gray hairs hanging down in front of my forehead.

Then I went to a shop and cut my long hair, which had been eyeless, into a.

Wearing the old iron man's old-fashioned toad glasses.

He was smoking a cigarette and wearing a shabby white shirt, and his military boots were covered with a layer of dust.

I stood in front of the mirror, looked at myself in the mirror, and suddenly smiled.

Because what appeared in the mirror was an uncle, a 30-year-old uncle.

I started to take on all kinds of ghost sealing tasks frequently.

It's all low-level, and I've never cared about it before.

I wrote down these ghost sealing tasks in a journal and recorded them.

Now it seems that this period is the most fulfilling life of my life.

The first task I took on after returning to the Babel Society, I named it in my journal, Redhead Ghost Quest.

It happened in the first week after I returned to Tongten.

We kept seeing a lot of girls and boys on the road, and even old men and women dyed their hair.

You see these people walking down the road with hair that is not their original color, or red, or yellow, or even blue-green.

Then I will tell you, you are hurting the roots of your parents.

As the old saying goes, parents who receive the skin of the body should not be easily destroyed.

In the understanding of contemporary people, this sentence has become not to be unfilial to one's parents.

However, is that really what it means?

The woman I met this time will tell you what this sentence means.

This time, the client is a middle-aged man, his name is Bi Wengao.

He is a university teacher and lives in Nanhui, Shanghai.

Bi Wengao, who was born as a peasant in Shanghai, was admitted to the university with his hard work and hard work, and then went to graduate school, and then stayed in school to teach ancient Chinese history, and now he is 40 years old, he has become the head of this department, and married a wife and had children.

However, it was such a family that was supposed to be harmonious and happy, but it ran into trouble.

Bi Wengao's wife hanged herself at home.

When I arrived at the scene, it was the day of the funeral.

Bi Wengao's face was haggard, his eye sockets were very deep, and the bags under his eyes were dark black, and he looked very tired, as if he would fall down as long as he touched it lightly.

I smoked a cigarette and didn't rush in.

It seems to me that there are some subtle changes.

My Heavenly Eye and Taiqing Law Eye can barely be used.

I almost ran out of mana after just one use of the Celestial Eye.

But with years of experience in sealing ghosts.

I can still see some doorways.

For example, at the entrance of the hall of this burial, there are some fine pieces of red hair.

In the eyes of others, this is simply out of the eye.

With so many people coming to the funeral, it's normal to lose your hair.

However, I noticed that there was only one person in the entire hall with dyed red hair.

That is the deceased, Bi Wengao's wife, Wang Yu.

I didn't make any big moves.

I'm not a rookie anymore, so I rush in with a little scream.

With my cigarette extinguished and sunglasses on, I walked into the hall of the funeral from the side.

This is a time of silence.

I walked up behind Bi Wengao and patted him on the shoulder.

His frightened body went so weak that he almost collapsed.

The way he looked fell on my eyes, and I could tell at a glance that something was wrong with him.

I didn't break it, though.

Began to talk without a match.

In fact, I didn't say a few words, and I began to answer the family.

In just a few words, I got the information I was looking for.

First: He told me that he and his wife have been married for 7 years and their son is 6 years old. The 7-year itch is not out of the question.

Second: He told me that he was under a lot of pressure all the time and that his wife basically didn't work. And I saw that the other keychain around his waist had a cartoon keyring, which should have been given by a girl.

Third: and most importantly, his wife Wang Yu has always been a superstitious person, a local, and a bit of feudal superstitious thinking.

These three points are enough for me to make some guesses.

Now, I don't have any spiritual powers, but my mind is still very flexible.

This matter, in fact, seems very simple to me. Seven years of itching, men are tired of looking at women, university teachers dislike rural women for being uneducated, and it just so happens that there is a beautiful teacher or a young female student in the school who pursues it, so they have an affair. But because I didn't want to hurt the child, I didn't stab it. Unexpectedly, Wang Yu took a desperate path, but because Wang Yu was a superstitious person, he was afraid that something would happen to her, so the panicked Bi Wengao found our Tongtian Society.

Hehe, I've seen this kind of affair countless times.

It's just that it is unknown whether this woman has really turned into a ghost.

And I lack aura now, and I can't use many means.

So you can only take one step at a time.

In the evening, I stayed in the old house in Biwengao, Nanhui.

The houses in the countryside are all self-built, 3 stories high, with a vacant lot in front and self-reserved land and farmland around them. Raise some live creatures like chickens and ducks.

It's just that Bi Wengao's family doesn't have a dog, which makes me a little surprised.

It stands to reason that he is so afraid that Wang Yu's corpse will become unclean, and he should raise some dogs in a town.

It seems that things are still changing.

Entering Wang Yu's room, I finally knew the extent of her superstition.

In fact, many times, the things that people in our circle know run into the ears of mortals, and they become extremely rare.

If I tell you that there are really ghosts in the world, I have several in my ghost gourd.

The mortal must have been genuinely afraid, and his curiosity was doubled.

While he was scared, he wished you would release a ghost to show him.

This is superstition.

Confused but believing.

So unless we get a task, we rarely tell our mortal friends about these god-like things.

But there are still many mortals who have gone the wrong way, thinking that they can find their way on their own.

That would lead you astray, or even the point of no return.

Wang Yu's room is not big, and it is almost enough to put a bed.

There were no lights on in the room, and as soon as I stepped in, I felt a breeze blowing in my ears.

I distinctly felt the life lamp on my shoulder shake violently after being blown by this gloomy wind.

I won't say much about the life lamp, there is a life lamp on the shoulders of people who gather yang energy, and they are persecuted by yin energy, so they will naturally react.

This trace of yin wind was placed in the past, and I naturally didn't pay attention to it.

It's just that now, I have lost my aura, so I naturally have to be careful. 151 Kanshu.com .