It seems that the middle-aged man will not easily leak the news anymore, Bai Ze listened to his slightly tempting chatter, and calculated in his heart that he had a chat book, and the demand for resources was not as urgent as he imagined, and he had too many secrets, so he would definitely not add any aura guard.

Therefore, the conditions offered by this person are not attractive at all, but Bai Ze is very lacking in the relevant knowledge of realistic cultivators, at this point, the middle-aged man seems to know a lot of inside information, but he has too many eyes, and he is not a good product, it is not easy to get out of his words, and there is a danger of being bitten back.

However, there is a secret method of soul searching in one hundred and eight ghost arts, and it is not too late to interrogate him after learning it, anyway, the supply and demand relationship between the two sides is completely unequal, and there is a chance for him to spit out everything he knows.

There was such a big commotion in the villa, I don't know if the old ghost will sense it, thinking of this, Bai Ze no longer wasted time arguing with him, and in the incomprehensible shouts of the middle-aged man, he put him into the soul storage box, and quickly left here with the unconscious Lin Yin.

Lin Yin was stabbed in the soul by a female ghost, and this injury is not big, but it is not small. If you are a person with a solid soul and full of energy, you may wake up after a nap and have a headache for a few days at most, and you will soon be able to return to normal. But if the soul is already weak, the soul is seriously broken, and from then on become a vegetative person, I am afraid that the light person will also have amnesia, and often have headaches and lack of energy in the days to come.

It's a pity that Lin Yin's ghost aura is too strong, and Bai Ze's ghost eyes can't see the condition of her soul, so naturally he can't judge what her injuries are.

After a while, Tian Boguang received a call and ran over from the corner with two cups of steaming coffee. It just so happened that Tian Boguang's parents were often not at home, he had a lot of spare time, and he never worked hard in the face of beautiful women, so it was a good decision to entrust Lin Yin to him and send him to seek medical treatment.

After a few words of explanation, Bai Ze took two cups of coffee, stopped a taxi, and drove towards Jiang Pang's house.

Because there is only one set of utensils sent by the old Taoist priest, and only one soul conjuring array can be arranged, so Wen Qing also lives in Jiang Pang's house these days. Seeing Bai Ze ringing the doorbell, Wenqing's father, who came to open the door, looked very unhappy, with the arrogance unique to a cultural person, although his tone was flat, but his words were very harsh:

"Why are you here again, there is a ritual going on in the house now, if there is nothing to do, don't come in and disturb it. ”

Bai Ze listened attentively, and sure enough, there was a faint sound of chanting, and the smell of incense and candles also wafted out of the house.

Bai Ze looked at the black smoke miasma inside, frowned slightly and said, "Uncle, my master has already recovered the lost souls of the two of them, now as long as the surroundings are restored to clean, with the help of the soul conjuring array in the house, the lost souls can be returned in an instant." ”

Wen Qing's father only thought that Bai Ze was still running to brag at this juncture, he was so angry that his chest rose and fell violently, and he scolded loudly: "Are you still classmates, Wen You is now at the moment of life and death, it doesn't matter if you don't help, you always run to make trouble, you go out for me now! You are not welcome here!"

At this time, hearing the quarrel at the door, Jiang Fat's father walked out with a tired face, and when he saw Bai Ze standing at the door, he immediately understood the general situation. Jiang Fat's father first comforted Wenqing's father and persuaded him to dissipate his anger and go into the house to watch the great monk do things.

Wen Qing's father was pushed into the house, he still turned his head and stared at him and scolded: "Your heart is so dark, no wonder you have failed in your studies, you will stay away from my son in the future!"

Jiang Fat's father looked at the scene of dancing gods and crying and mourning in the room behind him, and his heart was even more irritable, he closed the door and smiled bitterly: "Your name is Bai Ze, are you interested in going out for a walk with your uncle?"

The day after tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, and there are many more lanterns in the community square, and strings of lanterns are hung in the middle of the road, which is very beautiful.

The winter cold has not subsided, and the weather is still a little cold, but these cold air does not stop people who like to be lively, although it is now eight o'clock in the evening, there are still many parents with their children walking around.

Bai Ze and Jiang Fat's father slowly walked on the stone road in the community, looking at the scenes of family reunion around them attentively, and fell into their own memories.

After a long time, Jiang Fat's father came back to his senses, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and smiled at Bai Ze: "Don't mind, right?"

Bai Ze looked at the sadness in his eyes that couldn't be hidden, sighed slightly in his heart, and waved his hand to show that he didn't mind.

Jiang Fat's father's hands trembled a little, and he lit the cigarette on his hand several times. He took a deep breath, exhaled a long smoke, looked up at the sky and sighed, "People only need light when the lights are dim, and only when the snow is cold." ”

Speaking of this, he smiled embarrassedly, "After staying together for a few days, I am becoming more and more like your Uncle Wen's tone." ”

But that's the way it is, when he was still there, he only saw what he did badly, and most of the reprimands were on his lips. Now he lies motionless in bed for days, and all he misses is the good old days. Jiang Fat's father had a smile on his tired face and gestured with his hand, "How amazing, my son was once so old, and before I knew it, he had grown to be taller than me." ”

Bai Ze also remembered his family with his reminiscences, although the reality time was very short, but in fact, he hadn't been home for more than ten days, Bai Ze couldn't help but touch the cloth bag on his waist, the sugar man inside should have already melted.

Jiang Fat's father took another puff of cigarette and asked in a low voice: Do you think Jiang Hao and the two of them have a chance of getting better. ”

Bai Ze put away his thoughts, turned his head and showed confidence, and said firmly: "As long as my uncle believes in me, it will be 100% fine!"

Jiang Fat's father stopped, continued to smoke his cigarette, and fell into memories. Many years ago, people around him were not optimistic about him opening an Internet café, because people did not understand computers and the Internet, so they chose to be conservative, they thought that it would be a better choice to have the capital to open a shop and restaurant. At that time, Jiang Fat's father didn't really understand it, but he had the dream of making a fortune, so he seriously studied and did this business, and it turned out that he was a group of people who ate crabs, so now he has a lot of money.

Now in fact, the scene at that time has been repeated, speaking from the heart, although everyone is hopeful on the surface, although everyone is very reluctant to admit it, but Jiang Fat's father faintly feels that his son may really be hopeless this time, and it is difficult to meet another person like the old Taoist priest in just a few days. Even if they encounter it again, they are likely to choose not to wade into this muddy water.