In the candle paper shop.

The little Taoist priest asked respectfully.

"Senior, what's dead?"

The old man lay on the rocking chair and said leisurely, "A man becomes a ghost when he dies, and a ghost becomes ashes when he dies!"

The little Taoist priest asked curiously: "Don't the ghosts never die?"

The old man shook his head and said, "The ghost is immortal because he dies, not because he dies."

The little Taoist thought for a while, and then expressed his understanding of ghosts.

"Ghosts themselves represent death, which is their essence, so they have an immortal characteristic.

Because I die, I don't die.

But at the same time, they also have the characteristics of living beings, can move on their own, have physical bodies, and have intelligence... so they can also be regarded as a living spirit.

But as long as you are alive, you will be killed.

The opposite traits of life and death are distorted and exist together in something. Under this distortion, the "ghost" is both immortal and can be killed.

The concrete manifestation is that ghosts cannot be eradicated from this world, but they can be destroyed.

It's really a twisted existence."

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Morning.

Even though I was busy until the early morning the night before, I only slept for one or two hours in total.

Zhang Baoren still didn't feel sleepy.

Clothes and cooks, and eats delicious food...even doing these trivial matters has a special rhythm.

Every move, all the steps are the same as before, neither hurry nor slow, and there is no difference.

The only difference is that today he does not have the peace and tranquility of the past, which makes people unable to help but want to get close to him.

In a quieter atmosphere than usual, it feels like it is suppressing and brewing something...

After eating, I looked at the rice porridge left in the bowl that I couldn't add, and I let out a long breath and prepared to pour it out.

But after getting up, I suddenly found a black shadow wandering on the top of the eaves and walls. I sighed in my heart, then poured the leftover rice into a broken bowl and placed it in the yard.

Then leave quietly.

Standing in front of the door, looking at the two piles of ashes opposite, I couldn't help but sigh.

Turning around silently, heading north along the road in front of the door, heading to the underworld to start today's work.

But when I walked to the gate of the Zhao family, I took a look at the red painted door.

But Zhang Baoren suddenly felt that he had forgotten something, and always felt that something was missing, and his feet stopped.

"True tnd Wuliang Heavenly Lord, I'm gonna..."

He spat at his feet, turned around and walked back...

That greeting is missing.

My son was called by Aunt Wang for several months, but now she suddenly stopped shouting, and she still felt empty, as if something was missing.

Although I now understand that it is my own self-indulgence, it is not what I shouted at me.

But after so long, I have become accustomed to it.

Zhang Baoren, who had returned, stood on the side of the road in front of the Wang family for a while, then walked in and stopped around the still steaming broken wall wreckage.

It seems that I am searching carefully, pursuing something, but it seems that it is just a meaningless behavior.

I don't know what he is looking at.

What are you thinking about.

Finally he came to the bare locust tree that had become coke.

He reached out and placed his hand on the charcoal tree that had been burned to pieces, and said dryly from his mouth, "What kind of world is this, mother!"

In fact, after all, I felt so upset about the experience last night, and I felt that this shouldn't be the case.

This shouldn't be the result.

There shouldn't be such a process.

"There must be an explanation."

Zhang Baoren said firmly in his heart.

People like Aunt Wang and her son are actually like weeds, with a thin life as paper. They can sink into the water without even a gurgle.

In a few years, the traces of the ashes of the pile of wreckage faded away. I am afraid no one can know that there was a kind mother and son living here.

No one cares about their fate.

But Zhang Baoren didn't want this, and he couldn't swallow this.

"In this vast world, grievances and miserable things happen all the time. I don't have that great ability and can't control so many things.

However, what happened in front of you cannot be regarded as nothing but seeing. No matter who it is, this matter cannot be counted!"

"It must be given an explanation."

I made up my mind and my temperament became much gentler and sharper.

He took a serious look at the remains of the ruins and then left decisively.

...

West of Taiping Street.

Next to the Temple of the Emperor of Dongyue.

Candle paper incense street third.

Zhang Baoren was inconspicuously immersed in it.

After greeting Mr. Yin, he entered the office of the underworld in Babailicheng from the back door.

The Bai Wuchang and others in the office were still busy, but there was a person sitting in the tea lounge next to them.

It was Jiang Feng who just acted together last night.

Jiang Feng's face was also gloomy at this time, and his whole body was filled with information that no one could approach him. He was not as lively and cheerful as before, obviously because of what happened last night.

Seeing Zhang Baoren coming, Jiang Feng pulled out a stiff smile, "You are here, are you okay?"

"fine."

Zhang Baoren shook his head gently.

The two of them were silent for a while, and then they heard Jiang Feng say, "The boss said he would wait for you to come and go."

As he said that, he got up and walked towards Lei Mingchun's office with Zhang Baoren.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Baoren asked casually.

"It seems to be related to last night's mission."

"Haven't you registered last night?" Zhang Baoren was a little surprised.

"I'll know later."

The rules of the underworld are not only to register and report before the action, but after the task, all personnel involved in the task must be recorded and filed immediately.

So although the action was at Zhang Baoren's home last night, I still returned here after the mission, and recorded all the passing before going back to rest.

The lounge is not too far from the office. It passes through a long corridor and quickly reaches the front door that connects the dark door hole on one side.

Jiang Feng knocked twice, and when the sound came from inside, he pushed the door and went in.

Lei Mingchun was sitting behind a clean and flat table at this time, holding a stack of documents in his hand, and was flipping through them.

His appearance still looked so meticulous and very calm and regular, but he could see his fatigue at this moment from his eyebrows.

With his strength at this time, Zhang Baoren thought in his heart that he might not have just been sleeping all night, but should have been spending his energy.

It seems that last night's mission obviously had a significant impact on the three of them.

After the two of them sat down, Lei Mingchun said seriously: "As witnesses of last night's mission, I believe you also understand that now it has been confirmed that an extremely vicious and cruel dangerous person appeared in Babaili City."

"And he committed at least one murder just under our noses, and it was undoubtedly the biggest provocation to us."

Speaking of this, Lei Mingchun, who was originally unparalleled and without any emotion, also had an angry face, "Babaili City does not allow such rampant people to exist. No matter who he is, the matter will never be settled!"

After venting his anger, Lei Mingchun let out a sigh of relief and said to the two: "It is logical that I have just passed a task and I should give you a rest.

But I guess you are not in that mood either.

So... Zhang Baoren, Jiang Feng!"
To be continued...