Song Xuan washed his face, the cold water pressed down the heat on his face, and the strange restlessness in his body gradually calmed down.

He hung his head on the sink and was silent, his mind in a disarray, and the drops of water fell from the ends of his wet hair, making a subtle ticking sound.

It's just a physiological phenomenon that normal men have, Song Xuanxin said, it's not that he hasn't encountered it before, and he doesn't need to be upset by it at all.

The fragmentary and chaotic dreams before waking up suddenly came to mind, with white and tangled arms and a low, sultry low smile......

Song Xuan's breath was suffocated, and the ten fingers that grabbed the washstand were too strong, and a trace of ghost qi accidentally leaked out, leaving a fine crack on the porcelain table.

- Was he too preoccupied, or did the evil spirit give him some kind of hint when he didn't know it?

By the time Song Xuan had completely adjusted his thoughts, the sky in the distance had already turned white.

Song Xuan was completely sleepy, and after returning to the floor, he turned on the small lamp, read a book in the faint light, and his damp eyebrows and eyes had returned to their former indifference.

It was bright and the warm sun shone into the room.

The evil spirit with the long hair on the bed opened his eyes, and when he looked at the bed, the boy seemed to be still immersed in the world of the book, and the pen between his slender fingers fell quickly and smoothly on the paper.

The sun shone on the boy's straight back, clear and full of youthful spirit.

Jiang Jin sighed with emotion: [Campus literary male protagonist configuration......]

233 muttered: [Host, this is not a campus channel. 】

Jiang Jian chuckled lightly, watched Song Xuan study silently, and waited for the other party to close the book before he lazily spoke: "You are worthy of being a young man, you are so energetic early in the morning." ”

An ordinary sentence was said by the evil spirit, as if there was a deeper meaning hidden in the words.

Song Xuan's movements paused slightly, and he quickly packed up his books without even raising his head.

*

After breakfast, the group came to the village at the foot of the mountain.

The village has been searched many times inside and outside the association, and many clues have been disrupted.

Jiang Jin led the people, and at a glance he caught a glimpse of the densely growing tree at the entrance of the village.

"For a total of three days, everyone moved freely, and after three days, they handed in the clues they had collected, as well as the reasoning report on the unsolved case." Jiang Jin said, pointing to the big tree, "If you have something urgent, you can come here to find me directly." ”

The crowd hula and scattered.

Jiang Jian moved a chair, sat under the big tree in the shade, and saw the figure falling far behind everyone.

Unsurprisingly, Song Xuan was the only one who acted alone.

Jiang Jin is very familiar with this village, not only because of the memories of the original owner passed on to him by 233, but also because he came to the village for a field trip a while ago.

This village is a branch of the Jiang family a hundred years ago, and the original owner is the young master of the Jiang family, who noticed in advance that the Jiang family has changed, so he hid something in this village.

There are special seals left outside the east and west, and only the Jiang family can detect the seal and untie it, but the original owner never thought that the Song family would be so ruthless back then, and he didn't even let go of such a small branch of the Jiang family.

The seal needs to be dissolved by aura, and after the death of the original owner, he turned into an evil spirit and could only use ghost energy, and the seal here has been left until now.

233 Q: [Did the host bring the mission target here to break the seal?] 】

Jiang Jin's head: [Yes.] 】

233 doubts: [Isn't it only the Jiang family's bloodline that can be solved? Could it be that the target of the mission is the legacy bloodline of the Jiang family? 】

[It's not.] Jiang Jian hooked his lips, [What is needed to unlock the seal is the aura of the Jiang family, not the blood of the Jiang family. Song Xiaoxuan is a ghost spirit body, and he can freely transform ghost qi and aura, and when I unlocked the seal of the veins in his body that day, I left a trace of ghost qi in his body. 】

So as long as Song Xuan converted his wisp of ghost qi into aura, he could easily break through that layer of seal and get the contents inside.

233 sighed as if he didn't understand.

The things left by the original owner were in the land temple in the mountain behind the village, and the land temple was the key target of almost all students, and Song Xuan didn't want to communicate with others, so it wasn't until the last day of the investigation that Jiang Jian noticed that the seal was touched.

At the same time, the land in the temple.

The temple was barren and swept away by many students, making it even more chaotic.

Song Xuan glanced around the temple for a moment, and finally his gaze fell under the dilapidated offering table, which was empty, but he intuitively felt that something was wrong there.

Song Xuan took two steps forward, and as soon as his fingertips touched the offering table, before he could think about how to break through the illusion, a wisp of ghost qi automatically circulated in his body, turning into aura and overflowing from his fingertips.

The illusion distorted underneath the empty offering table, and in the blink of an eye, a quaint wooden box appeared.

Song Xuan could naturally sense that the ghost aura did not belong to him, but ...... Evil spirits. He frowned, realizing that it was a wisp of ghost energy that had remained in him the last time the demon had broken the seal for him.

The rest of the class searched this place quite thoroughly, and Song Xuan didn't think they could find anything unusual here.

That can only show that this hidden seal can only be broken by the power of evil spirits.

Song Xuan intuitively felt that the things in the wooden box were related to evil spirits, and this village was completely wiped out nearly a hundred years ago......

The evil spirit is the evil that destroyed the village in the first place?

Song Xuan's eyebrows jumped, and his body moved faster than his thoughts to open the wooden box.

Inside the wooden box is a stack of documents, and at the top are several black-and-white photographs, the edges of which are slightly yellowed, but not otherwise damaged.

Song Xuan's eyes were almost immediately drawn to the photo.

It seemed to be a family photo of three, with a young and handsome father standing behind a chair with his hands on the back of the chair, looking down at his wife and children. The gentle and beautiful mother sat in a chair, one hand hanging on her knees, and the other holding the arm of the child in front of her.

The child is about ten years old, wearing a delicate little Tang costume, with a bright and bright smile, and a small mole at the corner of the eye makes this smile even more delicate and cute.

Although full of childishness, the appearance of this ten-year-old child is almost ten percent similar to that of an evil spirit.

Song Xuan's heart jumped heavily, flipped through the photo, and found a few lines of small characters written in immature font on the back-

Daddy, Grandma, and Jiang Jiao.

Jiang Yao, Jiang Tang......

Something flashed through Song Xuan's mind, but before he could delve into it, a familiar voice came from behind him: "Yo, look at what my dear sacrifice has found?" ”

Song Xuan's hand shook, and the photo fell back into the wooden box with a click.

With a heavy left shoulder, the demon walked up behind him silently, rested its head on his shoulder, and looked at the object in his hand.

Song Xuan's fingers shrank and unconsciously clenched the wooden box, but the evil spirit reached out from his side and pulled away the wooden box in his hand.

"You were able to find it." There was surprise in the demon's voice, "You can even get something that I can't reach?" ”

The evil spirit lowered its eyes to the picture in the wooden box, and a hint of nostalgia flashed in its eyes behind the lenses. He reached into the box, as if trying to take the picture out, but an invisible energy flicked his white hand away.

Jiang Jin was surprised: "Repel ghosts? ”

He raised his chin and ordered Song Xuan: "You come." ”

Song Xuan took out the photo from the box and handed it to the young man according to the order.

"There's a mezzanine down there." Jiang Jin said, "Open it with spiritual power and give me the contents inside." ”

With spiritual power?

Song Xuan's heart moved: "I don't have enough spiritual power." ”

Jiang Jian raised his eyebrows: "Lack of spiritual power?" ”

"Song Qingzhou sealed my veins." Song Xuan's tone was calm, "The Lord has only unraveled one of them. ”

The young man in front of him looked at him fixedly, his dark eyes as if he had already seen through his intentions. Song Xuan's fingers flicked, and his heart contracted slightly.

After a while, the evil spirit smiled dumbly: "Little liar." ”

Jiang Jin stuffed the small wooden box in his hand into the young man's arms, and his soft but cold fingertips touched the back of the young man's hand, moving slowly and lingeringly.

"Don't you just want me to break the seal in your body?" The evil spirit leaned closer, and its warm face changed into that delicate and pale face in an instant, and thoughts were inexplicable in the black eyes.

"Why bother with such twists and turns, just say it, and I will help you untie it." The evil spirit smiled dumbly, and the red moles at the end of his eyes were full of seductive charm, "You are my most 'favored' sacrifice, how could I not satisfy you?" ”

The word pampering was dragged by the evil spirit, wrapped in ambiguous words, vague but sultry.

The seal in his body was broken two more times, and Song Xuan's back tightened, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He remembered that the evil spirit had said, 'I don't like to be too well-behaved.'

He won the bet.