After the scum finished ghost attack, I put it back on again

this face...

Especially like the one that A Zhi came to Shen's house to draw for Fu Yi a week ago.

Fu Lin narrowed his eyes suspiciously, and carefully looked at the person beside Zhou Yuanjiang.

Sharp sword eyebrows, straight nose bridge, deep eyes, ruthless thin lips...

The facial features of this person are very similar to what Fu Lin saw in that painting.

People have to be suspicious.

It's a pity that after the painting was completed, the spicy chicken mummy was not put on the painted skin for trial use.

So Fu Lin hadn't really seen the effect of the painted skin on his face, and he couldn't be sure if the person in front of him was that disgusting mummy.

Fu Lin was staring at Shen Yuan closely, frowning in thought.

Gu Xuanming who was sitting next to him suddenly pushed him lightly.

"Huh?" Fu Lin replied suspiciously.

Gu Xuanming whispered in his ear, "That's a dead man."

Fu Lin clenched his fists violently, his eyes darkened, and the sinister smile on his mouth deepened little by little.

It really was him!Fu Yi! ! !

This piece of shit actually dared to appear in front of him swaggeringly.

Do you think Fu Lin is dead? !

This time, if he didn't chop the hanging of the mummy into ten pieces, his surname would not be Fu.

Fu Lin only needs to think of how this dog forced him, obscene/molested him, and how he shot full of "corpse fluid" in his mouth.

He couldn't stop feeling nauseated, trembling all over, and was so angry that even his nerve endings ached.

Fu Lin sneered and stared at Fu Yi fiercely.

I saw the other party bent his mouth hesitantly, and smiled at him shallowly.

Fu Lin almost squeezed the teacup in his hand.

Whoa, what are you laughing at? !

This piece of shit actually provoked him? !

Shen Yuan's eyes drifted, he coughed lightly, retracted his gaze, and nodded to the middle-aged man in the chief seat with a good attitude: "Master Zhou, hello."

"Shen...jiu?" Patriarch Zhou raised his eyebrows, and his tone subtly paused on the word Shen.

After a moment of silence, he waved his hand casually: "Sit down."

As soon as Patriarch Zhou's words fell, Fu Lin narrowed his eyes and smiled warmly and eagerly. He pointed to the mahogany bench beside him, and waved to Shen Yuan: "There is still space here, sit next to me."

Shen Yuan looked at his daughter-in-law's overly enthusiastic smiling face, and the muscles on his back tensed uncontrollably.

He didn't know how much Ah Lin had guessed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

But dare not do anything, his wife calls him over, can he not go over?

Of course not.

Even if the seat is covered with durian skins, he still has to sit on it with a smile on his face.

"Okay." With a handsome face, Shen Yuan cautiously sat next to Fu Lin.

Fu Rin glanced at Shen Yuan with a half-smile.

Shen Yuan was extremely flustered in his heart, but on the surface, the corners of his mouth were still curled up, smiling like a silly sunflower.

Seeing this scene, others were deeply baffled.

Zhou Yuanjiang was a little shocked, but also a little relieved.

Their plan went so well!

Before Shen Jiu started his seduction action, Zhou Yuanze actually directly became interested in him, took the initiative to attack, and asked to sit with him.

Things went so smoothly that Zhou Yuanjiang felt that his illnesses had improved a bit, and he was no longer in pain like tearing.

Zhou Yuanjiang glanced at Shen Jiu and Zhou Yuanze who were sitting together, couldn't help touching something in his pocket, and secretly said with emotion, it seems that the drugs and aphrodisiacs he prepared are useless.

He shook his head regretfully, and then smiled mockingly.

His idiot brother really has no brains, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

In the situation just now, under their father's nose, Zhou Yuanze should invite his younger brother to sit with him, and try to show respect as a brother and friend.

Instead of inviting a handsome guy who has never met before.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yuanjiang glanced at their father calmly.

Patriarch Zhou frowned in displeasure.

At the same time, Gu Xuanming also looked at the two people next to him strangely. After examining Shen Jiu for a long time, he suddenly realized something.

He didn't know Shen Jiu, and he couldn't find any flaws in Shen Jiu.

However, it was this perfect state with almost no flaws that reminded Gu Xuanming of a certain dog in the Shen family, A Ze's partner, Shen Yuan.

Combined with Aze's ferocious and weird attitude, Gu Xuanming felt that he no longer had to guess who this ghost was.

"Shen Jiu? This name is really interesting." Fu Lin squeezed Shen Jiu's arm with a smile, and bits and pieces of spiritual power penetrated into the man's body without a trace.

Shen Yuan's scalp was numb, he didn't dare to resist, he could only silently endure the strange spiritual power stuffed into his body by his wife.

"Really?" Shen Yuan reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth, and replied in a low voice.

Zhou Yuanjiang sat meekly across from Fu Lin, and greeted him obediently: "Brother, long time no see."

Fu Lin raised his eyelids casually, not bothering to pay attention to this little cannon fodder.

All his thoughts were focused on the mummy beside him.

He had to hurry up, the walking corpse was obviously afraid of the powerful Patriarch Zhou, and did not dare to act rashly.

Fu Lin secretly rejoiced, he wanted to take this opportunity to buy him some more good things.

"How is brother doing these past few years?" Zhou Yuanjiang asked.

Fu Lin said perfunctorily: "It's pretty good." While talking, he turned away from everyone's eyes and pasted several powerful evil-suppressing charms on Shen Jiu's back.

Shen Yuan stared straight ahead expressionlessly, suppressing the evil energy in his body and letting his daughter-in-law do whatever she wanted.

Zhou Yuanjiang continued to talk a few words about his parents, but Fu Rin just perfunctory.

This uncooperative attitude made Patriarch Zhou frowned deeply again.

"Yuanze, you..." Patriarch Zhou opened his mouth hesitantly, but he didn't finish his sentence. He really had no position to scold Zhou Yuanze.

After all these years, they are the only ones who are sorry for Zhou Yuanze.

No matter how many estrangements Zhou Yuanze has with them, it is normal.

In the end, Patriarch Zhou let out a long sigh, turned his head and said to his youngest son, "Yuanjiang, I remember that you brought back Ozawa's sword a few years ago, now... just return it to its original owner."

Zhou Yuanjiang was stunned for a moment, and explained in a low voice: "That sword was stolen."

The Broken Soul Sword was indeed in his hands for a while.

Five years ago, he was in need of a handy mahogany sword. It happened that his cheap brother passed away, and the famous sword Duanhun was left in the Shen family.Zhou Yuanjiang borrowed the name of the Zhou family to go to the Shen family to obtain the Soul-Breaking Sword.

Shen Yuan easily threw Duan Hun to him.

It was easy for Zhou Yuanjiang to suspect that there was fraud.

But the Broken Soul he got was indeed the legendary Broken Soul Sword, which was made of a unique material, neither gold nor wood nor steel, engraved with overlapping mysterious mantras on the sword, and exuded a sense of incantation all the time. A faint glimmer of holiness.

Every inch of twilight faintly matches his luck, and this sword seems to be tailor-made for him.

Zhou Yuanjiang excitedly wanted to take the spirit sword for his own use, but he didn't expect that the sword seemed to have a spirituality and opposed him everywhere.Zhou Yuanjiang was not angry, but became more interested in this sword.

He tried his best to forcibly suppress the Broken Soul Sword.

But before he went out with the Broken Soul Sword to show off his might, the ancient long sword was lost for no reason.

Regarding this matter, Zhou Yuanjiang is still very angry, and he doesn't know which thief dared to touch his things.

"About three or four years ago, it suddenly disappeared." Zhou Yuanjiang said.

Patriarch Zhou didn't believe Zhou Yuanjiang's words, his face darkened: "Take it out."

Zhou Yuanjiang took a deep breath: "It's really stolen."

"My sword is in Yuan Jiang's hand?" Fu Lin blinked, and shamelessly climbed up the pole. He propped up his chin with one hand, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "When will you return it to me?"

Gu Xuanming on the side looked away uncomfortably and coughed twice.

The Broken Soul Sword was stolen by Bai Ziyan, but Gu Xuanming provided key technical support, and he was considered one of the accomplices in the theft.

Zhou Yuanjiang's lungs hurt from holding back: "I..." It was really stolen, he was so wronged, so wronged.

"Yuanjiang!" Patriarch Zhou sternly shouted.

Zhou Yuanjiang took a breath, but before he said anything, he burst into a violent coughing sound, coughing up a big mouthful of scarlet blood, his face was pale, he staggered against the back of the chair, panting continuously.

Patriarch Zhou's complexion changed slightly, he hurriedly got up to give his son a break, and took out the pills for Zhou Yuanjiang to take.

"I really don't...cough cough, I'm here..." Zhou Yuanjiang said intermittently.

The middle-aged man was silent for half a quarter of an hour. He turned his head and looked at Fu Lin: "Yuanze, why don't you forget it? It's just a sword." After a pause, he added calmly, "I'll look for it later. I'll give you one."

The smile on Fu Lin's mouth faded a little, he shrugged, noncommittal.

Patriarch Zhou turned his eyes to Gu Xuanming again, he was not in the mood to lay the groundwork, and said bluntly: "Xiao Gu, this time uncle invited you here, in fact, there is something to ask for."

"Whatever you want, Uncle Zhou can just say it." Gu Xuanming quickly stood up.

Gu Xuanming's parents had always been on good terms with the Zhou family, and Gu Xuanming often went to the Zhou family to play when he was a child, if it wasn't for him, he really couldn't stand Zhou Yuanjiang's character.

They're supposed to be best friends.

Gu Xuanming was silent, guessing: "...Is it about Zhou Yuanjiang's illness?"

"That's right." Patriarch Zhou nodded, "When Yuanjiang was still young, I asked your father to divination for him. Your father said that his life went smoothly, and his life reached eighty, but now he..." Middle-aged The man sighed heavily. He was only in his 50s, but his temples were slightly graying. "Yesterday, the hospital issued a critical illness notice."

Shen and Fu sat on the side without any disturbance, without humming.Fu Lin even secretly sighed in his heart, the current small cannon fodder is really too bad to fight.

He hasn't made a move yet, why is Zhou Yuanjiang going to die of illness this week? !

Gu Xuanming didn't say much, he asked Zhou Yuanjiang's birth date, took out three copper coins, and began to shake the hexagram.

He looked at the copper coins, and wrote down the lines one by one.

After throwing it six times, Gu Xuanming pinched his fingers and calculated the result.

Zhou Yuanjiang's life has been a little turbulent, and his life expectancy can reach seventy.

Life got worse.

But not to die now.

Gu Xuanming came to a conclusion, raised his head and told everyone: "It's far from the time of death."

Patriarch Zhou's brows did not relax.

Zhou Yuanjiang, with a weak complexion, suddenly asked, "What about my brother's fate?"

These words touched Gu Xuanming's sore spot, his face darkened slightly, his brows were full of irritability and restlessness.

Patriarch Zhou also said: "Let's do the math for Ozawa."

"Forget it." Old Gu looked away and replied stubbornly, "He will live a long life."

Hearing this answer, Zhou Yuanjiang relaxed and slumped lazily on the mahogany sofa, no longer worried.

"Yuanjiang can really get through this difficulty?" Patriarch Zhou was still very uneasy.

Gu Xuanming: "It stands to reason that there should be nothing wrong with it."

but……

Gu Xuanming narrowed his eyes slightly, there was indeed a lot of weirdness in this incident, he saw that Zhou Yuanjiang's face was bright, and his luck was extremely magnificent.

It stands to reason that it is impossible for him to suffer from this dying disease.

There must be something wrong.

"Gu Xuanming has already said that, Dad, what are you worried about?" Zhou Yuanjiang's tone became lighter, "Don't you still believe in the ability of the Gu family? Come, drink tea."

"That's right." Patriarch Zhou picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Everyone tasted tea for a while, and Patriarch Zhou said to Fu Lin again: "Morrow, follow me back to Beijing?"

Zhou Yuanjiang suddenly raised his head.

Fu Lin was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and refused: "No, City A is pretty good."

"It's time for you to get to know more people." The head of the Zhou family said earnestly.

Fu Lin didn't know what Uncle Zhou meant, but he had no interest in being in charge of the Zhou family. The young man replied flatly, "It's not necessary, is it?"

"Didn't you really want to go home when you were young?" Patriarch Zhou put down his teacup, "What? Changed your mind?"

Zhou Yuanze... want to go home?

Fu Lin raised his eyebrows, why didn't he go back?

For the person "Zhou Yuanze", Fu Lin's feelings are very complicated.

Before time travel, Zhou Yuanze was just a character in a novel to him. Fu Lin didn't like the novel "Exorcism" very much. He read it after reading it. Zhou Yuanze was just a bunch of ordinary characters.

After crossing, it's complicated.

Although he survived with Zhou Yuanze's body, if he wanted to say he felt guilty or grateful, he definitely didn't have any.

He stayed at home well, but he suddenly traveled over and was forced to take over the mess left by Zhou Yuanze. He is super innocent, okay?

What are you grateful for?

Even when facing those people who knew "Zhou Yuanze", Fu Lin felt extremely uneasy and embarrassed every day.

He didn't know how other traversers overcome this emotion.He couldn't overcome it anyway, so he took advantage of the suicide incident to go through the formalities of dropping out of school and re-acquainted with a group of friends.

Later, every year, Zhou Yuanze's mother had to go to see her.

Fu Lin never thought of dealing with Zhou Yuanze's affairs before, he had no position and no reason.

But today, facing all of the Zhou family's affairs, he suddenly felt sorry for this character.

Zhou Yuanze in "Exorcism" is the most dazzling son of heaven in the Zhou family. He is strong and firm, kind and brave. He is a more perfect character than the protagonist Gu Xuanming.

Every time there is a dark and terrifying ghost event, as long as Zhou Yuanze appears, no matter the characters in the play or the readers outside the play, they can't help but feel a sense of peace of mind.

What exactly happened to such a character to bring him down to this point and choose to commit suicide?

He wanted to go home, but couldn't.

why?

Isn't he the right and proper next head of the Zhou family?

Think about this.

Fu Lin raised his eyes and smiled casually: "Okay, I will go back to Beijing with you."

******

After tasting the tea, Patriarch Zhou went back to his room to rest.

The old man left.

Zhou Yuanjiang winked at Shen Jiu immediately, urging him to act quickly.

Shen Yuan froze and didn't dare to move.

action what?

Ah Lin knew everything at a glance.

He is going to be cut and hanged, what else can he do? orz

Live without love.

Eggy is sad, you understand.

Fu Lin grabbed the walking corpse's arm and acted in the opposite direction. He said casually, "I recently learned a new magic trick. How about you teach me?"

He spoke questioning sentences, but the movements of his hands did not question at all, he directly pressed down on a walking corpse, and forced him off the mahogany sofa.

Zhou Yuanjiang quickly stood up, stared at Shen Jiu encouragingly, and pointed the way to the two of them: "The study is over here."

Zhou Fu and the two teamed up to push Shen Yuan, who was in pain, to the study.

Gu Xuanming followed behind these three awesome sand sculptures without saying a word, admiring the play of sand sculptures without laughing, only felt that the viewing effect was excellent.

Fu Lin dragged the walking corpse into the study room, closed the door tightly, and immediately took out a bunch of knives and weapons, grinning grinningly.

All right, he's going to start cutting something.

Holding the fruit knife in one hand, Fu Lin squeezed the spells in the other, and activated the various evil-suppressing curses he just pasted on Shen Yuan's body.

With his movements, the golden light in the room flourished, and the dazzling light competed with the strong yin energy on the walking corpse, making "Zi Zi" sounds continuously.

Shen Yuan snorted, and his eyes gradually became empty.

He was obviously being burned by countless golden lights, but the man didn't care about it.

Shouldn't he have taken the fluid first...

Shen Yuan thought silently.

They are going to die anyway, so it seems like nothing will happen if they die again?

The author has something to say:

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh what list, how can I write [-] in three days o(╥﹏╥)o

Ah, these two days have raised a lot of income, I seem to be changing from a non-existent vacuum author to a small transparent author, happy, everyone