I leaned in the rattan chair, looked at the portrait with my eyes down, and my face was as gloomy as it was about to rain.

Unlike before, the two portraits drawn this time are not just portraits of the head, but the whole body.

The one on the left is a leather jacket and jeans, dressed up neatly, with a clear contoured face and raised eyebrows on one side.

I have always believed that I don’t have any talent for painting, but these few strokes are particularly vivid.

This person is Zhao Qi.

The person on the right was kneeling on the ground with his hands behind his back.

The man's face was as young as Zhao Qi, but he was wearing a long gown from the Republic of China period.

It seemed that this man was about thirty or forty years old. Although his face seemed unfamiliar to me, in my mind, this face and another face were gradually integrated into my mind.

It was an old and solemn face, with no kindness at all, and it only gave people a strong feeling of being always high and able to control everything.

After a long time, I took out the black and white photo left to me by Xu Ronghua, pointed at the most mysterious boss in the photo with my fingers, slowly moved my fingers, and landed on the kneeling statue I drew.

"It's you...Du Hanzhong!"

"How could it be you? How could it be you?"

Although I tried my best to think calmly, my mind became more and more messy.

Du Hanzhong is already very old, but his real age is still not as good as the age of the photos.

But why did it be determined in my mind that the Yuebai long gown that attached to Zhao Qi and controlled him and killed Wei Wuying was Du Hanzhong?

Also, in reality, there is indeed a so-called Far East Hirae Shrine on the fourth floor of Hongtu Building.

The world in the mirror created by the mirror spirit is always based on reality.

For example, you must know someone so that he will appear in your ‘life’ in the mirror world.

The same is true for the things and the scene, so Dou Dabao and I will enter another shrine in the world in the mirror, on the other side of the fourth floor and 401.

In that shrine, the clay sculptures of Laoyin were worshipped.

In reality, the shrines of 401 are enshrined in the tablets of more than a dozen Japanese officers in World War II, as well as... Du Hanzhong's tablets.

There must be a difference between reality and the world in the mirror, but why are the two shrines not worshipping the same person...

I pulled out a cigarette and bit it in my mouth. Just as I was about to lit it, I suddenly felt like a pair of eyes were peeking at me in the dark.

After taking a look along the feeling, I couldn't help but be stunned. I put down my cigarette and lighter and walked to the stairs, opened the door and looked into the backyard, then looked up at the top.

Xu Jie was still sleeping while tiptoing upstairs.

She slept very well, but... how she looked like she was sleeping today, why... why is it a little different from before?

"Xu Huo, you're thinking too much. If you continue like this, you'll be crazy even if you don't get exhausted."

I said something to myself in my heart, retreated back downstairs, looked at the time, and it was less than 5 days later.

What Jinghai said before getting off the car may not be credible, but I can only choose to believe it.

Because only he can save the blind man.

Time is endless, don't delay.

I found the first volume that recorded the ghost doctor's skills and put it in my backpack with the iron box.

After thinking about it, he walked to the niche where the clay doll was enshrined, looked at the big-backed clay doll, squatted down, and opened the cabinet under the niche.

I don’t know if it’s boring. Since Pan Ying reshaped this clay doll, every time I go to supermarkets, convenience stores and other places, I always pick up some candy at the cashier when checking out.

Every time I get it back, I put it underneath.

After a long time, before I knew it, all kinds of candies were piled up in half a cabinet.

I looked up at the mud doll above and whispered: "Take as much as I eat in the future. Take out the ate with Yin Yue and deal with it so as not to take up space."

"Good...good..."

A tender response came from above, but it was not tea tea, but Yin Yue.

The little guy didn't know what he was doing, he seemed to be out of breath.

I frowned and then said in a low voice:

"I'll get some things and you guys will clean up yourself afterwards."

The mud doll did not respond this time, and I was too lazy to care about it. I took open the candy outside the bottom layer and carried out a dark cast iron Buddha.

That time, Du Luming was destroyed in the big house and brought back this Iron Buddha, who was originally placed in the cabinet upstairs.

But after Xu Jie came back, she kept saying that she could not sleep well. She said that she could hear the sound of chanting scriptures until the second half of the night.

So I moved the iron Buddha downstairs and placed it under the niche.

Xu Ronghua said last time that things that do not belong to the sun can be stored in the inn.

Jinghai said that this iron Buddha is a Yin Buddha, so don’t keep it at home.

Even if it is a yinfu, so what? Who doesn’t want their home to be clean?

The Yin Gong put the Yin Gun at home? Then Tang Xi is the makeup artist in the crematorium. Could it be that she has to put the dead body...

"Bao! The children of other people are almost ready to make soy sauce, but you are still thinking about the hair!" I whispered and moved the iron Buddha to the counter.

I looked around and simply packed the ghost bottles dug out by the blind man's house, and finally took a look upstairs, opened the door and walked out.

...

"Are you really so generous? Are you willing to show me this medical book?" Jinghai took the iron box containing the volume of the broken book and asked in disbelief.

"I said, I gave it to you." I pointed to the Iron Buddha placed on the counter, "And you have this, if you want it, I really don't know what they are for."

Jinghai's eyes rolled, and he took a step forward, asking whether yin or yang or not:

"If one day, you know what they are useful and what they are useful, what would you do?"

"I won't ask for what I gave to you. If that day really happens, I'll ask you for help."

"grass!"

Jinghai spat on the ground, pinched the sleeves of the leather jacket, rubbed the bald head with his sleeve, "Okay, I'll keep these two things for you first. By the way, if it's gold in my head, it can't be buried. I don't promise that things will return to your hands, but I will definitely use them for the best use."

"Well, how much you worry about blind people."

I nodded, looked at the time, looked at the stairs again, and turned around and wanted to leave.

"The time has not arrived yet, why are you anxious?"

When I heard the sound coming from behind, I suddenly turned around and saw the man in black... Xu Ronghua didn't know when he appeared above the stairs.

He walked slowly downstairs with his hands behind his back, walked to the table in the corner, sat down with his back to the door, and said slowly:

"There is still time, what do you want to ask me?"

I was stunned for a moment, gritted my teeth, and shook my head: "Hehe, I'm not familiar with you, I'm never used to asking questions to strangers."

"you……"

"I admit that you are my father, but please respect me! As long as I can remember, in my life, there are only grandpa, third grandpa... the fool of Dongjiazhuang!"

Xu Ronghua sighed: "You are escaping..."

"He is not!" Jinghai suddenly said, flipping through the broken book and saying without squinting: "He is a good child. He will never escape what he should face. If you say he escapes, it is better to reflect on what you have done yourself.

Everyone has their own goal to pursue. Don’t take it for granted, let alone impose what they pursue on others. Remember, reincarnation is not something he can choose, and many things are all self-righteous and imposed on him.

Although I can’t guess the relationship between you, I like this child. From today on, whoever dares to plot against him will be the damn revenge of Buddha. I, Long Jinghai, have always been the only one!"
Chapter completed!