Patriarch enjoys meal

At two o'clock in the morning in Tao's house, Zhou was already sitting upright at the desk, with a serious expression as if he was in a math class - he looked serious, but he was actually so sleepy that he pinched his thigh.

He regretted it, he should have listened to Tao Jiang!Call again at dawn!

The old man on the screen is wearing a plush one-piece pajamas, and the two colorful corners on his shoulders tremble with his movements: "...the child is old enough to stop kissing grandpa. Don't tell grandpa... When I was young, I called my favorite grandpa every day, and even shared my favorite marshmallows with my grandpa! Why is it like this now? Is there something wrong with our relationship? …”

Zhou Weiran interrupted Grandpa's thoughts with a black face: "Okay, it's all my fault, Grandpa, please let me go—"

The old man was very wronged: "Why did old man Tao know before I did!"

I'm also passively coming out of the closet, okay?Zhou Jiran didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "He's in a bad situation now, let's focus on the business, shall we?"

"He's such an old man, exorcising evil spirits, hunting demons and subduing ghosts, what kind of storms have he never seen? He has rich experience, even if he can't win, he can still save his life." Too young, when you encounter something, you will be in a hurry, not stable at all! The masters are like your grandfather and me, who can lift weights with ease, learn more!"

"Everything in the world has its own laws of operation. The wind leaves its sound and the geese leave its traces. Since his soul has been there, if he traces it with objects that retain his breath, there will always be clues."

Zhou already nodded thoughtfully.

After a few seconds, the old man changed his voice and began to accuse Zhou Weiran again.

"Okay, after this matter is settled, I'll go back and stay with you for a while, okay?" Zhou Weiran's tone was like coaxing a child.

"That won't work!" The old man was silent for two seconds, and smiled a little forcedly, "Aren't you in a relationship, of course the young lovers should stay together more, don't come back, don't come back."

Zhou Weiran narrowed his eyes and realized that something was wrong: "It's okay, let's come back together, after all, we will be a family in the future, and we should recognize the family."

Although Zhou Jiran was smiling, the words 'Leniency for confession and strictness for resistance' were written all over his face.

The old boy didn't hesitate for a few seconds and consciously chose to confess and be lenient.

"I already have an appointment!"

"With whom? Where to? What to do?" Zhou already asked three times.

"Oh, it's team building, what do you care about so much..." His eyes wandered, and there was a problem at first sight.

Zhou Jiran asked: "Grandpa is now a member of the Metaphysics Association, right? What kind of team building does a unit of this nature usually organize?"

"Secret!" Mr. Zhou's eyebrows trembled quietly: "We are a special department at the S level, and there are many important secrets! Don't ask me!"

"Oh, that's it. It's really not easy to reveal the secrets in the unit. If I ask this, is it difficult for grandpa? Then I won't force you..." Zhou Jiran put on a very serious expression on his face. He seemed to understand, but said, "I'll ask Shi Ji. He is the vice chairman of the association. He should know what to say and what not to say."

"Okay, okay! I say that's it!" The old man raised his hands in surrender, "...let's go bungee jumping."

"Bungee jumping?!" Zhou was startled, "Do you still remember that you are an old man whose grandson graduated from college?"

The old man was not happy to hear these words: "Who are you talking about old man! I am the youngest member of our association! The youngest!"

"...You are not the only human being in your association, are you?" Zhou Jiran took a deep breath, "I still have a tortoise shell at least, so don't rush to make trouble."

"Nonsense! Our president is also human!" The old man was very unconvinced, "I am very strong! I can hit ten like Shiji!"

"There is a generation gap between us! I won't tell you! Goodbye!"

Zhou Jiran looked at the phone that was hung up and had nothing to say, and when he was about to take a sip of water to calm down, Tao Jiang moved the cup away first.

"Don't drink cold tea at night."

Zhou was stunned for two seconds before bursting into laughter: "It's over, it's over, my grandfather will definitely hate you to death when he sees you like this."

Tao Jiang silently poured out the cold tea in the cup, poured a cup of warm water and handed it over.

Zhou Jiran didn't answer, and pulled Tao Jiang's wrist with a smile, and smacked his mouth after drinking.

"Our old man is a lover of carbonated drinks. We always buy fat house water by the liter. Kuoluo is served with ice and potato chips. Drinking it all the way leads to high blood sugar. It's not good for cultivating immortals."

Tao Jiang put down his cup: "What about winter?"

"Hot milk tea." Zhou already knows it all, "Pearl taro ball, red bean sago dew, burnt grass jelly and coconut pudding konjac...I want to drink milk tea!"

Tao Jiang wrapped the man in the quilt with only his head exposed, and hugged him.

"You do not want."

"I think!"

"...I will cook for you at dawn."

"Chiu Mi~"

"..."

With things in mind, the two got up just after dawn.

Add fresh milk and high-quality Longjing, and then put the mushy pudding jelly in, and the finished product is quite decent.

Zhou Jiran took a big sip of milk tea, and then sighed heavily: "It's delicious, as expected of someone who worked part-time in a milk tea shop!"

Tao Jiang accepted his compliment with a smile, and got another good morning kiss with the taste of milk tea.

Milk tea is easy to brew, but divination is not easy.Zhou Ziran sighed again because of business.

Li Wu already knew what happened in Tao's house last night, and after congratulating the two for coming out, she watched the practice from the sidelines.

After all, Tao Zhai is Tao Zhuopei's home, and there are many objects that he has used for many years.

Zhou already opened his eyes, put down his tea pet, looked at Tao Jiang and shook his head.

"This is too difficult, how long will it take to try one by one." Li Wu looked at the mountains of various objects on the stone table, and said with a smack of his tongue: "...Could it be according to preference? Arranged? The more the old man likes the things, the more his breath will be contaminated."

"This is natural. The object is just a dead object. In fact, like this kind of people-hunting technique, the best divination medium is the relative blood..." Zhou already took the next object, and after a while He sighed, "If I can have a drop of blood from his relatives, no, I don't even need blood, I can figure out his exact location with a strand of hair!"

Not only is it hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, but the master can't do fortune-telling either!

Li Wu couldn't help sighing, Tao Jiang is a nine-tailed fox, not the real Tao family.

Mr. Tao lost his wife in his early years, and his only son died many years ago. Where can we find his relatives now.

Zhou was already ready to try Tao's house, but Tao Jiang remembered something.

"This may be useful." Tao Jiang took out a small white porcelain altar from the ancestral hall.

Looking at this familiar and classic style, Zhou Jiran hesitated: "Is this... an urn?"

In the phrase.

Tao Jiang nodded and said, "This is the ashes of my grandfather's only son."

Li Wu: "Is it not good to open someone else's ashes..."

"It's urgent! It's important to save people... What's more, it's his father we rescued, he will understand!" Zhou already took over the urn and carefully opened the lid.

Tao Jiang comforted: "It's okay, grandpa won't mind."

"In the past, there were many such urns in the ancestral hall, most of which had no ashes. Those who could enter the ancestral hall of the Tao family all died heroically, like those Taoist priests of Qingyun Temple who died of fox fire a hundred years ago, who were burned clean. The ashes are left behind. These are just placed in front of the memorial tablet for a symbolic meaning. In the most difficult years of the family, grandpa used them to pack pickles."

"..." Zhou Jiran looked at the small porcelain jar in his hand, a little in disbelief: "Isn't it possible that you have pretended this too?"

Tao Jiang said: "You can tell by looking at the bottom of the jar. To make it easier to find, Grandpa will put a label on the bottom of the jar."

Zhou Jiran raised the jar and took a look. There was indeed a yellowed sticker two fingers wide underneath. Because of the age, most of the handwriting on it had been smudged into a ball. Zhou Ziran squinted his eyes for a long time and could barely See the word 'radish'.

Its predecessor was actually a pickle altar! ?

Zhou Jiran now really believed what Tao Jiang said, that Mr. Tao "just looks upright, stubborn and unhuman, but he is actually quite open to it".

It's just that this is too far-fetched, the only son's ashes are all second-hand, so why not choose an unused one!

......

With the guidance of the ashes of his relatives, Zhou already quickly calculated the position and distance.

"City?" After comparing the map, Zhou Weiran's expression turned dark instantly, "Is this the location of Lejia?!"

Zhai Ziyin, an old man, why did he turn his attention to the Le family again? !Don't you think it's not enough to hurt others!

Bai Liang, who had been watching silently, turned pale in an instant: "Lele is also there now!"

"What did he go there for?" Given the tension between Le Wenwen and his father, he probably wouldn't take the initiative to go back.

Bai Liang: "His grandfather entered the ICU two days ago, and the hospital said that this time it is really bad. The old man only has a few days left...Wen Wen rushed back after receiving the news."

The situation of Mr. Yile has indeed been in the past two days. Zhou Jiran sighed and said, "Buy two tickets to City C."

It's impossible not to go, Zhou Jiran is really afraid of being one step too late, and tomorrow's news headline will be the massacre of the Le family.

Bai Liang said anxiously: "I will go too!"

In fact, he knew that he couldn't help much if he went, but in such a critical situation, he had to go to Le Wenwen's side no matter what.

While Bai Liang was racking his brains to organize his words, Zhou Weiran agreed very simply.

"Okay, anyway, with your current appearance, you don't need to buy a ticket."

Tao Jiang went to book a train ticket, Zhou already took the time to pack a big bag of talismans, and Lei Jingmu had to take it too!Even if he can't match Zhai Ziyin's Emperor Bell, he still strives to win by numbers!

......

Le Wenwen just cried a lot, and he couldn't stop sobbing when he answered the phone. After listening to the phone, he hiccupped and inhaled, speaking incoherently.

"...Zhai...Zhai Ziyin...hiccup again! Here we go again!"

Hearing this, the Le family who arranged the mourning hall put down their work one after another, terrified.

"Why is it here again!" "Damn it! It's easy to bully our Le family!" "Oh! The old man just passed away, this... this is really a double whammy!"

Le Wuwu was the first to stabilize his mind, and asked, "What's going on?"

Le Wenwen explained to them with a mournful face: "Master Zhou said that Zhai Ziyin came to City C last night. Judging from the direction and distance, he came to us. Master is already rushing this way. Let's hide."

Uncle Le glanced at the white flags hanging around the house, and sighed, "Fortunately, my father's body is still in the funeral home... Let's leave the old house first and go back to the city to hide."

Le Wenwen nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "That's right, Master Zhou also told us not to stay in the old house, because Zhai Ziyin is very familiar with this place, and—"

Before Le Wenwen finished speaking, there was a 'click', and the door of Le Mansion closed suddenly.

"...And he seems to be here!!!"

What a familiar scene this is!The Le family who were once again trapped in their old house huddled together, scolding their mothers in their hearts.

Zhai Ziyin, an old man, can't let their family go! ! !