Although Wang Jingzhe had never counted how many sores there were on his body, he would take off his clothes and look at them a few times every day. He would remember clearly wherever he had and wherever he didn't have them, especially on his face. He clearly remembered that there was a thick sore under his left eye, but now he suddenly couldn't see it.

This discovery surprised him for a long time, then closed his eyes and stabilized it, and then opened it. He knew that he was not dazzled. He stretched out his hand to rub the under his eyelids. His skin was definitely not smooth or delicate, but it was definitely much more comfortable to touch than a place with sores.

The feeling I've been missing for a long time has finally come back.

It has been so many days since he thought about how to get rid of the sores in his head, but in the end he basically rejected it. There is a saying that God can't live without any harm. This strong sore was given to him by God. It would definitely not be eradicated with ordinary medical methods. The one on his calves was the one in the past.

Now that I suddenly realized that the thick sore was missing, it was a big shock to him.

When happiness comes knocking on the door, if you are not mentally prepared, this is called surprise.

After the surprise, Wang Jingzhe began to recall what he had today in his head. He started to get up, wash his face, brush his teeth, and pee, and kept stroking his thoughts until he returned to the homestay. He passed everything over, and his last memories were frozen on the old man Bai Shou.

This is the only thing that is a bit suspicious in his experience today.

"This old man..." Wang Jingzhe looked at the time. It was about eight o'clock at this time. After more than three hours, the old man who asked him to do a fortune-telling should die.

"Bang" put on the clothes and put on the turban. Wang Jingzhe hurriedly came out of the room, and after going downstairs, he asked anxiously at the boss's wife: "Have you seen a very old man in this village. He is not very tall, has a thin face, and walks very slowly..."

The old man is over 100 years old. He can't be from outside at all and he will never be able to go too far, so Wang Jingzhe must be from this fishing village.

The boss lady was a little confused by his question and said, "The old man you mentioned is a lot in this village. Do you have any photos?"

"Thank you!" Wang Jingzhe gave up a word helplessly and walked out of the homestay quickly.

If you want to find the problem, you have to look for it from the root. Gen is naturally the dying old man. Unfortunately, when he met the other party, Wang Jingzhe did not observe him carefully. He said it was a fishing village, but because it was close to the beach and there were many tourists, the village was almost the same as the town. If you want to find someone, it would be okay, but there were only a few hours left, so it would be very troublesome to find it.

After Wang Jingzhe came out of the B&B, he almost saw someone and went up to ask. The nightlife of this fishing village had just begun in the evening, and there were many people on the village road. However, Wang Jingzhe looked around the road and asked for a long time, but he didn't meet someone who knew the old man. More than an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Wang Jingzhe gradually became anxious. If a person died, he would inevitably enter the underworld and be taken away by the underworld. If he could not find him before his life, there would be basically no hope.

At around ten o'clock, Wang Jingzhe searched for nothing.

When midnight comes, there is still no hope.

The urgent Wang Jingzhe sighed helplessly without knowing that. If he had known this, why would he have been the first to be like this? It would have been a pity that the two of them had only said a few words.

"Someone said that I will die if I can't pass today. Please help me calculate..." This is the sentence that Wang Jingzhe remembers the most deeply.

Since he will definitely die today, then find the person when he dies.

It was five minutes away, and at midnight, Wang Jingzhe climbed up to the signal tower in the middle of the village and climbed up to look into the distance.

In fact, for Wang Jingzhe, it is much easier to find dead people than to find a living person.

But if a person passes in the past after he dies, it will be a little trouble.

Five minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

In the most remote corner of the fishing village, there is an old house that has been disrepaired in the past. The lights are turned off and the doors and windows are closed tightly.

In the dark room, an old man was lying on the bed, wearing a black shroud, his hands were placed flat on his chest, and he was biting a copper coin in his mouth.

The old man opened his eyes and looked at the rooftop expressionlessly, the watch hanging on the wall, and the pointer was walking silently towards the direction of twelve o'clock.

When the bell rang at midnight, Wang Jingzhe immediately tensed his body, his eyes were as dry as he searched for every corner of the fishing village, and turned back and forth for a few times. Finally, his heart twitched with a slight sensation.

From him to the north, at the corner of the fishing village at the edge of the fishing village, suddenly the yin energy grew and enveloped the sky above a yard.

Wang Jingzhe breathed lightly, and quickly got down and jumped down very high from the ground, then ran away.

The old man was already dead, and after others died, there would naturally be Yin Qi. It was this time that Wang Jingzhe was waiting for him to find him.

But because of this, the old man will definitely have a fool to come after his death and lead his soul into the underworld. It would be fine if the fool didn't come. He could just take the soul away, but if the fool came, it would be one step too late.

Wang Jingzhe walked quickly and ran towards the yard. It was nearly a kilometer away, and it seemed particularly far away at this time.

When Wang Jingzhe panted and ran towards the old man's house, a strong yin energy suddenly emerged from it.

"It's too late..."

Wang Jingzhe turned over and jumped into the yard, raised his leg and kicked the door.

"Bang"

"Swish"

After the door opened, Wang Jingzhe rushed into the room, and a fool was leading the old man's soul to leave.

Yin Cha glanced at Wang Jingzhe, and from the eyes he showed, he knew that when the man saw him, he asked faintly: "Yin Cha took the dead soul back to the underworld to report his life. If you have nothing to do with him, please step back."

Wang Jingzhe sighed and said slowly: "Can you please reconcile it? I want to use this person's soul to ask a few words. After asking, please ask the lord to take it away. I can't wait for a long time, at most three or five minutes."

Yin Cha suddenly sneered and said, "Heaven and man are separated, and man and ghosts are different. If he is alive, you will have nothing to do with me. But if a person dies, he will be a ghost. You have to follow me to go to the underworld immediately. No matter what he has to do with you during your lifetime, he will still have nothing to do with you at this time."

"Just ask a few words, it won't delay anything."

"The law of the underworld cannot be violated..."

Wang Jingzhe squinted his eyes and asked, "It's really not possible?"

"Don't talk nonsense anymore!" Yincha scolded.
Chapter completed!