I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

Chapter 41 Two Sentences, Make Four People, Three Shuras, and One Yin Spirit Crazy for Me
When Jiang Azi led the crowd to find Yan Jiu along the road, Yan Jiu was squatting beside Najialuo, thinking.

"To test you, write an argumentative essay praising me. Requirements: self-determined idea, optional style of writing (or poetry excluded), self-drawn title, no plagiarism, no less than 800 words."

Nagara: "..." You'd better kill me!
Yan Jiu looked distressed, and the more he talked, the more energetic he was: "Technology has become popular. After all, you have learned to escape with the combination of smoke bombs. But you can't even write in elementary school. Tell me, does the 12-year compulsory education still have to be popularized?"

Na Jialuo was so stimulated that he fainted, and was slapped several times by Yan Educator Jiu, but he refused to say a word.

Everyone: She obviously could do it directly, but she pretended to ask a few questions.

Jiang Azi suddenly felt melancholy.

She really underestimated the curator's power.

on the way.

Jiang Azi was still worried about whether Yan Jiu could beat him.

She should have known that Yan Jiu was not an ordinary person when Yan Jiu said those nonsensical words.

Ma Weiwei heard Jiang Azi's muttering.

She collapsed and leaned on the other's back.

Ma Weiwei asked: "What are you talking about?"

Jiang Azi recalled the scene of meeting Yan Jiu.

Not long ago.

When she took a taxi to the unfinished building.

Yan Jiu was squatting heavily on the ground and counting ants.

Accompanied by the surrounding terror atmosphere.

Jiang Azi really wanted to tell a ghost story according to the occasion.

But she held back.

She wasn't sure if Yan Jiu's arrival was a big deal.

Jiang Azi poked Yan Jiu: "Ajiu, what are we doing here in the middle of the night?"

Yan Jiu: "It was originally to save people."

Jiang Azi: "What about now?"

Yan Jiu: "Let the sins be exposed to the sun."

Jiang Azi: "..." Uh, you mean exposed to the sun?

See Yan Jiu's serious expression.

Jiang Azi sighed heavily.

Silently turned away.

Called the mental hospital closest to them.

Haven't dialed yet.

Yan Jiu's face appeared beside Jiang Azi: "What are you doing behind my back?"

Jiang Azi hung up hastily, and said nonsense with a serious face: "The courier has arrived. I am afraid that our situation will scare the courier again, so I plan to let him put the courier at Caiji Station."

Yan Jiu folded his arms and looked at Jiang Azi's nonsense.

smiled.

Turn around and look at the unfinished building not far away.

There was only a light shining in one house.

She is also after coming here.

Only then did he push away the mist covering the old lady's fate, and found that the luck of the old lady had also been taken away.

Not long before Jiang Azi arrived.

Yan Jiu had calculated carefully.

It is not simple to calculate the death of the old lady tonight.

She doesn't know what she should do.

He took the opportunity to catch the luck grabber who had been hiding for a long time.

Or to extend the old woman's life.

But how can she continue.

The old woman is like a dying lamp.

will die.

Yan Jiu thought of her master's teaching inexplicably.

Helping good people live is the only thing she can do, so why doesn't she do her best?
Just when she knew what to do.

The old woman came out with a lantern and flowers.

It's a flashlight.

The pick is the sunflower.

The hunched man finally stopped in front of Yan Jiu.

The old lady smiled kindly: "The big dog told me that a visitor came to visit me, but I didn't believe it at first."

Yan Jiu pursed her lips.

Look behind the old lady.

Kittens and puppies go hand in hand.

The old lady is their patron saint.

They also seem to be guardians of the granny.

Yan Jiu opened his mouth.

Just about to say something.

The old woman shook her head: "I know my time is coming, children from afar, please don't worry about me."

She was relieved.

It seemed that no amount of grief could shake her in the slightest.

Happy she accepts.

She still accepts the pain.

The old woman said that she knew she was about to leave the joy of life.

But Yan Jiu knew it was wrong.

The old woman should have a happy family and enjoy her old age. The fate that should not belong to her, presenting her with the nectar that symbolizes death, will make her life wither and wither like a flower branch. This is not the old woman's fate.

Yan Jiu's chest was aching with tightness.

She didn't know what she should say.

The old lady saw Yan Jiu's embarrassment.

She bowed her head.

He touched the deformed kitten in his pocket.

While the old woman was speaking, she raised her head and looked at Yan Jiu: "I believe in cause and effect, look, didn't you just come?"

heard.

Yan Jiu was stunned for several seconds.

The old woman said: "Your presence means everything."

She handed the sun flower in her hand to Yan Jiu.

Yan Jiu took the budding Chu Honghua, carefully holding the light red flower path, lest it be destroyed.

The old woman sent her sincere wishes: "May the fragrance of this flower call you back from the darkness, and may the sun be with you."

Yan Jiu's lips moved slightly.

In the end, nothing was said.

She brought the flower up close and sniffed it.

The faint floral fragrance seemed to bring her back to her previous life, back to her childhood when her master and senior brothers were still there.

It's so beautiful.

Wait until Yan Jiu comes back to his senses.

The old lady has left.

Only flowers symbolize that the old lady has been here.

Yan Jiu pinned the flowers in his pocket.

Close your eyes and feel the mystery here.

She will make the perpetrators pay the same price.

Wait until Jiang Azi arrives.

Only then did Yan Jiu count the ants.

Even if ants have their own lives, how can human lives be restrained by malicious rules?

At this time.

Jiang Azi interrupted Yan Jiu's memory.

She pointed to the roof not far away.

Jiang Azi covered his mouth with one hand and whispered, "Did three figures appear out of nowhere on the roof?"

Yan Jiu looked along Jiang Azi's fingers.

The killing intent in his eyes made people shudder.

But that killing intent was fleeting.

Yan Jiu rubbed his palms together: "Well, start Plan B."

Jiang Azi nodded subconsciously.

Then at a loss: "Wait, when did we have a plan B? Also, what is plan B!?"

Yan Jiu just smiled and said nothing.

then.

There is a situation where the troops are divided into two groups.

Hear this.

Ma Weiwei: "..." Sorry, I really don't know where to complain.

Jiang Azi looked in Yan Jiu's direction: "Ah Jiu, I failed to save the old woman and those kittens and puppies."

Yan Jiu looked back at Jiang Azi, and then looked at the soul of the old woman beside Jiang Azi.

The old lady broke free from her vulgar body.

The soul is under the moonlight.

Turned into a light feather crushed by the wind.

Well known.

After death, a person becomes a spirit body.

And only a soul body full of obsessions in its heart can become a white-clothed yin spirit. Above the white-clothed yin spirit is a red-clothed yin spirit, and above the red-clothed yin spirit is a blue-clothed yin spirit.

It can only exist if it becomes a ghost consciousness.

Like the old man Qi of the funeral wholesaler.

The obsession in my heart is to see my wife.

Like a little girl on chemotherapy.

The obsession in my heart is family.

Generally speaking, people who die in vain will also have resentment, which is almost equal to obsession, and it can also allow people to retain consciousness during life.

But the old lady has no obsession.

No resentment either.

So she is unconscious.

He could only be led by Jiang Azi.

Yan Jiu silently said to the old woman in her heart - "Go all the way", and sent her away.

Then he looked at Nagara who was pretending to be dizzy.

Na Jialuo, who just woke up, felt a thump in her heart. She finally knew where the feud between her and Yan Jiu was.

But she won't regret it, if she regrets it, she regrets not getting rid of that old woman earlier.

Yan Jiu saw through Najialuo's lack of remorse.

She tugged at Nagara's hair.

All the way back to the sea of ​​fire.

Najialuo's self-cultivation and quality prevented her from saying unclean words to Yan Jiu.

She was dragged in embarrassment to the sea of ​​flames.

He only thought about how to let Yan Jiu and others die.

The heavy rain did not know when it would stop.

The muddy water on the ground could not swallow the fire.

The flames spread.

Sweeping weeds and sunflowers.

The flowers and plants all over the place turned into ashes in the fire, and the posture of flying in the air is like a nirvana of phoenixes.

Yan Jiu took out the sunflower in his pocket.

The flowering season of sunflowers is from May to October.

This month happens to be the last month.

It seems to herald the season of withering flowers and the season of death.

Yan Jiu used the rain-seeking technique to send the last sunflower into the sky, and soon, a cool autumn rain enough to wipe out the sea of ​​fire fell.

Neutralized the lingering high temperature of the flame.

This is the end to this sad land.

(End of this chapter)