"Come in and sit." Jiang Xun glanced at Ziwei behind me, pushed open the door and stepped into the threshold first, "If you have anything to say in the house, be quiet, don't wake up others." ”

We followed the door, Dongyan Restaurant is the only hotel here, outsiders are staying here, a total of three floors, the first floor is the dining hall. Jiang Xun turned on the light, I squinted my eyes to adjust to the light, and then looked at him, just like what I saw when I was in Shen Ji, radiant. The hall was cleaned up, and at this time, there was no Zhang Qianran's soul, nor his companions, and there were empty tables and chairs.

Ziwei pulled out a chair, I sat down opposite Jiang Xun, and asked bluntly, "Where did the Soul Banner come from?" ”

"I did." Jiang Xun tilted his head sideways, "How is the craftsmanship?" ”

"You know that we are doing white things, hang a spirit flag, whose soul are you recruiting?"

Jiang Xun didn't answer, and shook his head, the meaning was unknown.

I was angry and said, "The coffin fell to the ground, the resentment weighed down, and the wind and rain did not stop." More than 20 of us were trapped in the mountains, looking for her soul all night, and one person was already injured on the way, if Zhang Qianran was resentful and became a demon, the whole town would be affected. Using human life as a selfish bargaining chip, when the time comes, can you afford this responsibility? ”

"Those have nothing to do with me."

"You bastard!" I stood up suddenly, "If you don't speak good words to the wicked, you won't hand over your soul, so I have to find it myself, and I'm offended!" ”

After that, he kicked over the table in front of him, and when he retreated, he and Ziwei suppressed him at the same time, one cut off his back road, the other deceived and attacked, and the moment his fist went out, Jiang Xun did not fight back or defend himself, but bypassed my arm, hooked a bench without any physical contact with me, bent my body, stopped me and retreated behind Ziwei, slapped his palm, and pushed the person in front of me. In just a few seconds, I just felt that his movements were too fast, and he seemed weak, but in fact he was strong. I dodged sideways and reached out to grab Ziwei so that he wouldn't fall down. A stool on the ground was flipped upside down, legs facing up, aimed at his right eye.

The weight of the adult man, combined with the momentum, made me step back by inertia when I grabbed him back, grabbed my shoulders without a moment's notice, forced me to stand behind me, and slammed my back into a table. The wood rubbed against the ground, making a piercing "creaking" sound, and dragging the stool behind it also wiped out, and the sound made people tense inexplicably.

Jiang Xun was still standing still when I looked over, but when I came back to my senses, the person had already arrived beside me. I didn't have time to fight back for a while, I was choked by Jiang Xun's neck, and a chill slowly crept up from my spine to my heart, and the palm on my neck was cold.

I don't know if it's my delusion, Jiang Xun looked at my eyes, and there was a brief confusion at the moment when he touched me, and it flashed, followed by that cold smile, as if he had something to say.

I didn't want to spend a second with him, let alone be pinched by the neck to listen to him, so I touched my hand down my side and pulled out my tart whip and whipped it at him. Jiang Xun suddenly flashed away, his expression changed, I took the opportunity to put away the chains, put them together into sticks, and held them tightly in my forehand. Jiang Xun, who was still indifferent just now, kept dodging backwards at this time, looking afraid of being touched by the tart soul whip. I was sure that he was not right, but when I thought about it, I remembered something. After a pause, the tart soul whip turned in the palm of his hand, and when he pulled it in the direction of his head, Jiang Xun's face turned pale, and he raised his hand to hold the whip.

I sneered in my heart, sure enough!

The chains were thrown away and were about to trap the person, when there was a sudden movement on the counter, and the shopkeeper ran out of the inner bedroom with his clothes on, and was dumbfounded when he saw this scene, "Why are you still fighting?" ”

When he saw that it was me, he hurriedly said: "Shen Nuwa, quickly put away the magic weapon, misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding, they are all good people!" ”

I squinted, and there was a sound of footsteps upstairs, and I didn't immediately follow, and then there was a cry, and I grabbed the short man, and he was sleepy-eyed, and he didn't know what was going on.

"Uncle Chen." I stared at Jiang Xun and said: "Today is the day of Zhang Qianran's burial, this person recruited her soul and trapped the funeral team on the mountain, if I don't find Zhang Qianran, I won't let him go." Don't be fooled by his rhetoric, he's not a good guy. ”

"Well, you mean the spirit banner outside the door." Uncle Chen sighed, patted his knees hunched and said, "He didn't recruit Ran Ran's soul, you were mistaken!" ”

I frowned, Chen Bo's eyes were red, "They are all guests who come here to stay, I dreamed of my wife a few days ago, she said that she has been suffering down there for so many years, and she has lived a lonely life, I really miss her so much, they said that they can let me see her again...... Alas, go and see if there is your aunt's eight characters written on the banner. ”

I was stunned, Jiang Xun lowered his eyelids, and let go of the tart soul whip he was holding for me to see.

I motioned to Ziwei, and he also let go of the short man and ran out of the door, and after a few seconds, he came back quickly and nodded to me, "It's the eight characters of the aunt, you let me see it when she was buried a few years ago, right." ”

I hesitated, confiscated the magic weapon, and asked Jiang Xun, "Why didn't you say it just now?" ”

He laughed helplessly, "You interrupted me." ”

"I mean at the beginning."

"I don't want to say it." He put on a scoundrel look, and I secretly said in my heart that I deserved it, and I was not sorry for him at all.

The eight-character conjuring banner is not very attractive to the spirits. I glanced up and down at Jiang Xun, the conclusion I had just reached was overturned, if Zhang Qianran wasn't here, where else could he be.

"Shen Qing." Jiang Xun seemed to smile, "If you want to find her soul, I have some clues, say a few good words, I can help you." ”

I took the towel handed over by Uncle Chen and gave it to Ziwei and said, "You have no reason to help me." ”

I looked up at him, "You just wanted to kill me." ”

"I didn't." He muttered slightly, "I just want you to listen to me." ”

I didn't say anything, Jiang Xun picked up a table with one hand, leaned in front of me, and said, "I can help you find Zhang Qianran's soul and help her reincarnate, as long as you promise me a condition." ”

"What?"

"When it's done, leave with me."

"Impossible." I was about to leave after speaking, Jiang Xun grabbed my wrist, which suddenly made me tremble, and the coolness appeared again.

"Shen Qing, you don't belong here." Jiang Xun looked at me fixedly, and his eyes looked at me with a deep meaning that I couldn't understand.

I simply didn't struggle, looked back at him and said, "Since you understand yin and yang, you definitely didn't come to me to help you do things, so you give me a reason, why do you want to help me?" Why, let me go with you. ”

Jiang Xun didn't move, my wrist held by him was like a pair of ice handcuffs, and my blood was frozen.

"Because ......" he spoke, the emotion between his eyebrows was not real, and he slowly raised my hand and spread it flat, I couldn't move, he let go of me, and spread his palm, less than a millimeter apart, and placed it close to my hand, "We are all people who are not controlled by fate." ”

He was standing behind me, breathing right above my head, almost audible. My lips trembled, my soul fluttered, there were so many words, too many questions, and I couldn't say a word. The pair of watches side by side in front of me were empty, and he was like me, without a trace of palm prints.