The wife, who died accidentally in a car accident, thought of her timid husband in her heart, and she crept out of the coffin and reunited with her in one breath.

The dead uncle never forgets his two younger generations and his sister's instructions before his death. Even though he is dead, he still drags the last wisp of remnant soul back home to see the children for the last time.

The most vivid thing about the human world blessed by the Emperor of Heaven is this emotion, which is difficult to override even in the cycle of life and death.

The two brothers and sisters cried and were heartbroken, because of their emotions.

This helpless and heartbreaking cry seemed to be the youngest, the helpless self who was in the face of problems.

The last relative, my uncle who had been waiting for almost a year, had clearly agreed to work outside and would come back in a while, finally came back, and I could never come back.

The sound of wailing and pain was particularly sad in the strong wind, and the whimpering wind in the distant mountains and fields was also wandering sadly for it, pulling off tender leaves.

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...

Shu didn't sleep all day, but sat in front of the Arhat, looking at the statue-like existence, and drinking beer silently.

Ma Heyuan, who was drunk in Wu Zui's family, fell asleep like a stupid pig, lying on the sofa, with a slight snoring surrounding the house accompanied by the bloody lines of the romance drama on the TV.

After Tang Zhi became rich, although his life was still difficult, he often bought him good wine, including Meng Liuli, which costs 30 yuan a bottle. However, the uncle's favorite was the silver star of two yuan apiece. It seemed that this inferior taste was the best suited to his already numb tongue.

The uncle drank silently and stared at the Arhat in front of him. Even Ma Heyuan didn't know what he was looking at, and he spent every day in the past few months like this.

His brow suddenly raised and looked out the window. It was already spring, but the cold wind was blew outside the house for some reason. The leaves were surging, and a few green leaves hit the window. I saw that the underwear of a woman hanging outside was rolled towards the pond.

A strange aura changed the uncle's face, and his body suddenly rose into the air, opened the window and flew out the window.

He also felt that this change was not the only one. On the top floor of Unit 9, Yang Ziguo, who was throwing the clean body worm that had just been taken out of Tang Tang's body in the evening into Han Chunliulu, also looked suddenly solemn, looking at the dilapidated gate of Shuijingwan.

Aunt Ji, who was lying on the bed watching a romantic drama, froze and paused the TV.

In Zhu Laoba's beef shop, Zhu Laoba, who was covered with the greasy red carpet, was screening a latest version of Journey to the West in a TV full of snowflakes, and was performing the plot of Sun Xingzhe fighting with the White Bone Demon. His lazy and silly eyes that were thousands of miles away suddenly looked heavy in a certain direction blocked by the roller shutter door.

As the top powerhouses in this world, they felt the breath of souls at the same time. If a person dies normally, the yamen runner of the underworld will immediately arrive. He will go to the underworld with his soul and will not emit the breath of souls at all. Since there is an aura, it is obvious that the existence of this soul is beyond the control of the underworld.

The uncle suddenly passed the square in Shuijingwan and the low wall that was useless, and fell behind Tang Tang and Tang Zhi. Aunt Ji and Yang Ziguo arrived one after another. Boss Zhu hesitated for a few seconds, and finally followed him.

"Tang Tang! Tang Paper! What's wrong?"

Seeing the two children she loved crying on the ground, Aunt Ji's weakness was suddenly stinging hard, and tears immediately appeared in her eyes. She rushed forward and hurriedly hurriedly hugged the two of them tightly into her arms.

"Don't cry, aunt is here, aunt is here..."

Tang Zhi is a simple and kind child, and a young hero with great courage in the face of danger. He is a young hero who can make thousands of people cheer on the ring. Since Aunt Ji met him, no matter how dangerous he faced, she had never seen him cry, let alone shed tears in such a river.

"Uncle...Uncle..." Tang Tang was already sobbing, and his two little hands grabbed Aunt Ji's arm helplessly.

"Uncle? Chen Lianhuan, what's wrong with Chen Lianhuan?" Aunt Ji also widened her eyes and stared at the little girl's eyes that were already covered in tears in panic.

"Uncle is dead..." Tang Zhi lay on Aunt Ji's broad and warm shoulders, and said it in pain, and his heart seemed to be shattering.

Aunt Ji's face was immediately stiff and she said in a lost voice, "What are you talking about... Chen Lianhuan... Chen Lianhuan..."

Tang Tang was like a newly born baby, crying and heartbroken.

The crying sound is already the answer.

The soul energy just now came from Chen Lianhuan?!

Zhu Laoba's fat face and her expression changed slightly. Standing on the side Shu Yi, these sword eyebrows were furrowed to the extreme.

He didn't say a word, his hands were put together into two fingers, and swung them quickly in the air. The huge and cumbersome fonts woven by golden lights appeared in the air. Each font was extremely obscure and was not written by the dynasty. After each font was formed, it made a jingle and jingle sound, as if a giant hammer was pounding them into the air fiercely.

The originally crazy and surging wind suddenly began to flow backwards, and the dust that had originally risen on the ground flew back to the ground.

In a trance, it seemed as if time was going against the current.

Yang Ziguo's frown could not help but raise her eyebrows because he recognized the words and even more of Shu Yi's technique of waving his hand into a divine pattern that he showed.

There are several types of divine patterns. After the establishment of the Han and Tang dynasties, the ancient Divine Artists Association, joined forces with the Divine Kingdom Sect to establish a simpler new divine pattern under the guidance of the Emperor of Heaven. At this moment, Shu Yi showed all the ancient divine patterns of the dynasty. Only the disciples of Xuansheng Sect can still engrave this kind of divine pattern. The exquisite technique of waving hands to form patterns at this moment is even the legendary Xuansheng Sect's untransmitted magic technique - "Mo Xuan Divine Power Knot"!

The golden words formed a cube golden cage of hundreds of square meters between the scene, not only isolated the sounds inside and outside, but also prevented the residents of Shuijing Bay from being awakened by them, but also seemed to imprison more mysterious things.

Shu Yi's eyes that looked full of eyes on weekdays were just solemn, staring carefully at every corner of this space.

Tang Tang was still crying, as if she was about to faint. However, the tears in Tang Zhi's eyes gradually stopped.

He is no longer the simple, kind and pure-minded boy when he came to the capital last year. After a year of experience, he is far stronger than himself. He also knows that his uncle is no longer now. He is the last man in this family and he must be strong.

The uncle is now solving the problem. Tang Zhi came back from his brief grief, slowly stood up, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, stared at the uncle silently, waiting.

A few minutes later, the uncle's mouth moved gently, and finally found something. He opened his hand to a divine pattern font on the side that looked a bit like the character "国".

Yang Ziguo's gaze followed, and he also realized something. He took out a handful of gray dust from his arms, put it into his mouth, and poured it out. The dust turned into tiny black dragonflies and flew towards the target position.

Dust is the end of the spirit and god, which can help the soul to manifest itself.

In the empty space, there were indeed a few broken particles emitting blue darkness that began to shine and slowly floated to Shu Yi's palm.

"It's Chen Lianhuan's soul."

The breath of a human being comes from the soul, and a part of the residual soul after death will be left behind. If you carefully feel the remaining part of the breath, the uncle is completely sure in his heart. This attracted their attention and made the two children cry bitterly, the residual soul... Chen Lianhuan.

"It's just a remnant soul." Yang Ziguo, who deals with patients and has also dealt with countless dead people, immediately recognized the essence of these soul shattered particles that have not completely disappeared.

Shu Yi nodded slowly with a serious expression.

"What does the remnant soul mean?" Tang Zhi had become calm, and his voice calmly asked with a bone-seeming feeling.

"The meaning of the residual soul is not a complete soul." Yang Ziguo walked forward and spread her hands at Shu Yi. After Shu Yi looked at him, she gently placed these broken soul particles on the palm of his hand.

The hunched and thin body seemed to be a ghost-exorcist, and it was like a soul itself. Her dim and sunken eyes carefully looked at the debris, and a white light appeared in her body, wrapping these dark green debris.

"The remnant soul means that his death is not simple, it means that his soul has been destroyed, leaving only a small part of it. Such remnant souls are destined to have no chance to reincarnate in the underworld. Generally speaking, remnant souls are like burning ashes. Without special techniques, their souls will be destroyed in a short time. Your uncle still has you two in his heart, so he forced himself to walk back, and only disappeared after seeing your brother and sister."

The straightforward words made Tang Zhi's fist clench even more resentful. In his eyes, which were already red with tears, it was even more red like flames. Even if there was no chance of reincarnation, wouldn't that mean... the soul was scattered?

"It means... the uncle no longer exists? Even the possibility of living in your villa cannot be realized?" Tang Zhi trembled.

Yang Ziguo nodded heavily.

"But to be more precise, there is no soul scattered. Your uncle used this powerful method to resign the already broken soul to retain such an extremely tiny part." Yang Ziguo gave Tang Zhi a perhaps insignificant comfort.

A wisp of extremely tiny white smoke rose again, and Yang Ziguo slowly sucked it into her lungs. These scary sharp eyes narrowed deeply, like a hawk.

"There are no traces of the underworld, nor are there any traces of the Lihun Clan. It seems that neither the underworld nor the Lihun Clan's soldiers who are wandering in the world have found that he is dead." Yang Ziguo looked up at Shu Yi, "Although it is common for people to neglect their duties in the underworld, people often die naturally, but they are beyond the control of their life and death book. Therefore, the funeral department of the Respecting God Kingdom Cult is required to cooperate in order to maintain stability in the cycle of life and death. However, his situation is still very bizarre and cannot be caused by natural or ordinary accidents."

Shu didn't speak, but lowered his head and started to think.

The uncle talks a lot on weekdays, but Ji Ke knows very well today's silence because of anger and surprise in his heart.

"It is unlikely that the soul can be directly damaged, but it is impossible for an accidental death. Only an extremely powerful existence can do this, unless it is a soul mage or a member of the Lihun tribe who has a strong lethality to the soul. Since the miracle doctor said that there is no trace of the Lihun tribe, it should have nothing to do with them. But if the other races exist, at least it must reach the power of the earth level, which is still possible." The uncle narrowed his eyes.

Tang Zhi gritted his teeth. He had never felt his mind being so cold. He asked in a cold voice: "So my uncle was killed?!"

Shu closed his eyes and nodded slowly.

"How is it possible? Chen Lianhuan is kind and simple, and never causes trouble. How could anyone kill him? And it would make him so vicious?!" Ji Ke screamed angrily, and her anger made her strong body tremble.

"It was indeed killed." Yang Ziguo's narrow eyes flashed with an authoritative light. "About the soul, I have no say in me. Although I don't know the person of this deceased, I can be sure that he was definitely not an accidental death, but only acted by others, otherwise it would be impossible for even his soul to be severely damaged."

Tang Zhi took a deep breath and tried to let the cold air flow into his hot body, suppressing the grief and anger in his heart.

My uncle who has been pure and good all his life will even be hurt.

Aunt Ji held Tang Tang, who was heartbroken and her eyes were already crying red and swollen, and tears were already blooming in her eyes. She shouted: "What kind of beast can hurt people like Chen Lianhuan?! He can even want his own life to help others. He is obviously living a miserable life than us. He gets up early and goes to bed late, but when others are in trouble, he always thinks about others first. What kind of bad guy is he? What kind of bastard is he who attacks him!"

The scene in front of him made Zhu Laoba's mind tremble.

I don’t know if it was Chen Lianhuan’s death, Aunt Ji’s tears at the moment, or both, but the beef shop owner who seemed to be an autistic patient wrapped his hands on his chest, and finally chose to remain silent.

The fields are extremely cold and depressing.

Tang Zhi looked at the night sky ahead in silence.

The death of parents, their own illness, Tang Tang's illness, Xiao Zhi's death, and now my uncle has also died...

The "bad luck" and "catastrophe" that Su Daji mentioned are like thunder sounds surround his ears. In the past, he thought that what Su Daji said was a kind of nonsense, the result of her taking it for granted, because he always believed that he was the flesh and blood of his parents, because he had watched the videos of his birth several times in the past few years... The so-called "son of the Demon Emperor" is a kind of nonsense.

However, his heart was full of bitterness and suspicion. I am really... bad luck? I am really... the son of the Demon Emperor?

A buzzing sounded in Tang Zhi's ears, and everything he saw in his eyes became dazed. He felt that everything in this world was changing, twisting, and shaking.

I'm not dead yet, but what's wrong with this living world...

No, I am not the son of the Demon Emperor, and the divine light of the Heavenly Emperor has scandalized my body. I cannot be the son of the Demon Emperor, let alone any misfortune or catastrophe.

He suddenly burst into tears and smiled, and hugged the aunt who could not hold her hands in his arms with a smile, and said slowly: "Auntie, take Tang Tang to rest first, let's go back to rest first. Tang Tang, Tang Tang will have class tomorrow."

The boy's sudden smile and strength made the depression between the field slightly change, and everyone's eyes fell on him.

From the hysteria just now to the calmness now, the transformation of this young man was beyond expectations.

"Calm down first and make your thoughts clearer. It's more important than anything else. Let's go back to the house first. It's really cold outside. This girl can't catch a cold." The boy smiled, and his smile was still as warm as the spring breeze. In a trance, people felt that nothing had happened.
Chapter completed!