Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

"Listen to me..."

Before he could finish his words, the air suddenly stagnated.

The patient call bell outside the house rang from time to time, and the hustle and bustle of traffic downstairs seemed to be paused by a silent remote control.

Lin Zheng's aggrieved expression also froze.

He lifted up a corner of the soft shirt, which seemed to be frozen in the air like a wax figure.

Jingzhi already had some opinions about this way of heaven.

As soon as she felt this unique sense of stagnation in time and space, she rushed over and hugged Lin Zheng tightly, turning her neck vigilantly and looking around.

Two meters behind Lin Zheng, a small hammer suddenly appeared in this three-dimensional world.

Suddenly, a small face appeared on the hammer.

Jingzhi narrowed her eyes. The scalpel she always carried in her pocket was now clamped between her fingers, flashing with a cold light.

"Hey, hey, hey, I saved you after all, don't be so heartless."

A familiar voice suddenly came from the little hammer in front.

The voice is low and majestic.

Jingzhi inexplicably heard a sense of guilt and weakness in his tone.

"What do you want to do? I didn't reveal anything that shouldn't be revealed."

Her face was stern, which made Tiandao feel even more guilty.

"I just want to talk to you, don't be so nervous."

"Hmph." Jingzhi turned his head to look at the blue sky outside and said coldly: "Jintong mentioned to me that in Lin Ying's life, the punishment you inflicted on me was too severe."

When she said this, a trace of pain flashed in her eyes.

But Lin Zheng knew nothing.

She quietly covered his ears, suppressed the resentment in her heart, and said: "Now that my injury has been healed, how he and I will live in this life is entirely our choice. I hope you will not interfere anymore."

"You...sigh..." Tiandao's tone was so helpless for the first time. "This is the last life of the God Lord. I am sorry for you. I wanted to...help you restore his memory."

As he spoke, he gave Jingzhi a flattering smile, "I won't hit you again. Say whatever you want to say. I just hope you don't say bad things about me when you get out."

"..."

Jingzhi's eyes flashed, and the first thing that came to her mind was Lin Feng who was waiting anxiously on Dongpingzhou.

Then, the image of Lin Ying's aggrieved and painful face with her sword pointed at the tip of her nose suddenly appeared in her mind.

She pursed her lips for a long time before softening her tone and whispering:

"I know that at the end of each life, Afeng will receive a memory. He should have received Aying's memory from that life."

"He has felt the pain for half his life."

"If Ah Zheng remembers it again, Ah Feng will have to recall the pain all over again."

"Besides, Ah Zheng has already been reincarnated. He shouldn't continue to endure the pain of his past life."

"So, if possible, restore all of his memories, except for those from his last life and previous lives."

"...Oh." Tiandao responded while secretly thinking that this spirit cat really had a top-notch love brain and had thought of this.

Jingzhi, not knowing what he was thinking about, quickly reached out to block the flying hammer. "Oh, by the way, don't restore the life he had in the war, and the life he had as a little mute. I don't want him to experience any pain."

Tiandao, who was originally just complaining in his heart, suddenly hung in the air, stunned for a few seconds.

People say that there is little true love in the world and true love cannot withstand the passage of time.

But today he actually witnessed the touching power of true love in a civet cat.

It has been almost a thousand years, and she has actually persisted, and her love for the God has not diminished but increased.

The civet cat, which used to be reckless and somewhat reckless, has now learned to consider others.

Alas, it made him want to taste the saltiness of love.

……

She sat on the sofa. Lin Zheng was lying there with his head resting on her legs. A warm white light was lingering on his forehead, flashing and transmitting memories into him.

Looking at the hammer dangling in the air in boredom, Jingzhi pondered for a long time and asked it a question that had been buried in his heart for a long time...

……

Amid the buzzing in his ears, the dazed Lin Zheng seemed to hear the words "loss" and "no regrets".

The images in his mind flashed one after another, drowning him like a tide.

Lin Zheng, who had just opened his eyes a little, fell into darkness again and fell asleep.

……

Outside the pharmacy, the roar of motorcycles and cars could be heard from time to time.

When children get home from school, the sounds of excited running and playing can be heard passing by the door again and again.

The setting sun, almost level with the windowsill, shone through the windowsill and directly onto Lin Zheng's eyelids, which were occasionally twitching.

Suddenly, there was a bell ringing downstairs, like the sound of Sanqing Bell.

Lin Zheng was a little dazed.

Are there zombies in the store?

No, there's only Xiaoyu's corpse in the store, and he's the only one here who knows Taoist magic, so who's going to control the corpse?!

Lin Zheng suddenly opened his eyes.

Lin Zheng, who had completely remembered Lin Jiu's memories from that life, was afraid that the little zombie, who was not his own son but worse than his own son, would be captured by another Taoist priest. He ran downstairs without even having time to put on his shoes.

Jingzhi lifted up her bangs that fell in front of her eyes and gently tucked them behind her ears.

He rested his face on the examination table with one hand, looking at the fighting corpse and the other with some helplessness.

"Xiaoyu is not an ordinary zombie. That thing is useless to him."

"If you shake it again, be careful not to wake up Zheng."

Lin Zheng's footsteps paused halfway up the stairs, and his throat tightened.

The last scene of memory that suddenly appeared in his mind was the scene of Zhu Jiu and Cao Lu both committing suicide by taking poison.

Lin Zheng smoothed his wrinkled hem, straightened his collar, went downstairs, and lifted the door curtain.

The moment she saw him coming towards the light, Jing was stunned, then she put down her hand and stood up with a worried look in her eyes.

Before he could ask, a noisy sound came towards him from behind.

"Hahaha, you still want to freeze me? Brother Ren, you're still far from it!!"

Xiaoyu rushed out from the inner corridor like a bull.

Behind him was Xia Youren, holding the soul-calming bell and chasing him.

I saw the "Lin Zheng" in front of me, calm and composed, with one hand behind his back and the other hand quickly raised to his lips.

The moment I bit my finger, it felt like I had painted it a thousand times.

He turned around, quickly drew a corpse-trapping talisman in the air, and then threw it hard at Xiaoyu's eyebrows as she was unable to stop the car.

Xiaoyu, who was so arrogant and naughty just now, was suddenly frozen in place while running.

Xiaoyu's eyes were filled with shock, "You are not my father, my father is not that powerful!"

Lin Zheng gently extended a hand towards Jingzhi.

After holding her hand, he turned around, frowned, and taught Xiaoyu:

"You don't even recognize me. You're really going backwards. Tonight, the tomatoes will be halved."

This arrogant tone, this stingy attitude——

Jingzhi and Xiaoyu stared at each other with wide eyes and spoke almost at the same time:

"Ajiu?"

"Nineth Daddy?"

Lin Zheng raised the corner of his mouth helplessly, turned around and gently stroked Jingzhi's cheek, "I thought you would call me Ah Zheng."

Jingzhi's mind was a little confused at this time.

She blinked and thought, Lin Ying, Cheng Ying, he didn't remember anything from those two lives, so...

His last memory was the life of the threesome?

The fight between the two men before their death left a deep impression on her.

Jingzhi pinched her fingers in embarrassment, "I...what should I call you?"

He chuckled and patted the back of her hand soothingly.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the open doorway into his brown pupils, making them sparkle. "I think I'm more used to you calling me Ah Jiu."

Jingzhi choked up a little.

That’s right, he has been called Ajiu for three generations, so he must be familiar to you.

Her eyes were filled with tears. When she saw Xia Youren lifting the curtain and coming out, she quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and pulled Lin Zheng to sit down next to the examination table.

"Ajiu, do you have a headache? Are you hungry? Azhi has prepared the meal. I'll bring it to you."

Then she sent Xia Youren upstairs and said, "Please go to Jiu's room and take down his shoes."

Xia Youren frowned, scratched his face, and looked at Lin Zheng who was sitting at the table.

Except for the fact that her nagging demeanor had become somewhat serious, her small square face remained unchanged.

"He's obviously my uncle Lin Zheng, what Ah Jiu? Sister Jingzhi, are you too busy to think straight?"

Lin Zheng stretched out his hand towards him with a stern face, "The Sanqing Bell is not for you to play with. If you do it again next time..."

Xiaoyu was being held captive, and now that his backer had arrived, he was enjoying watching the fun without a care in the world.

With tears in her eyes, she stared at Lin Zheng intently, not wanting to blink once, and interrupted him with a smile:

"Nineth Daddy, tell him to squat in horse stance! Like Brother Qiu Sheng, make him squat for three incense sticks! He always bullies me!"

Lin Zheng's eyes were a little scary at this moment.

The aura around him has more than doubled compared to Lin Zheng before.

Xia Youren felt a chill down his spine from his glare. With trembling hands, he threw the Sanqing Bell into his hand and ran diagonally to the rear in two steps.

"Uncle, let me help you get your shoes! It's a different era now, corporal punishment is no longer allowed."

Jingzhi stroked his forearm, gently hugged his arm, rested her head on his shoulder, raised her lips, and looked at Xia Youren's back with him:

"Ajiu, or rather, Erdi, Azan is still the same as always, still asking for a beating."

"Yeah." Lin Zheng responded softly, looking at Jingzhi with half-closed eyes.

Her long eyelashes cast shadows, and her eyes moved slowly and leisurely, which made Azhi, who came out from behind, stunned.

Her father suddenly became... so strange.

Although it was a bit outrageous, at that moment, she actually felt that her father's eyes were somewhat alluring.

"...Dad, it's time for dinner."

As she spoke, she placed the tray in her hand on the examination table.

Jingzhi started saying something that Azhi couldn't understand.

"Who would have thought that Tingting and you are so destined to be together? I guess... they are all here to repay their gratitude."

Lin Zheng looked at Xia Youren, who was running down the stairs with a shoe in each hand and laughing at him, and snorted softly:

"Repay a favor?"

"I think they are all here for revenge."

It's so frustrating day by day.