Chapter 22:

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The palm of the hand was closely attached, and the words of Ye Jingzhi fell, and Jia Jia looked up at him subconsciously, his eyes just falling into the black scorpion in his eyes.
From the first time I met, Yi Jia felt that this cockroach was very strange.
The long hair in the eyes is not without, but it is rare, and it is even more strange to grow in the eyes. He remembered that when he opened the door to Master Ye, he glanced at the cockroach and felt the bottom of his feet chill. A gloomy cool air crawled from the bottom of the ground. If this cockroach is sealed with a kind of suffocating gas, it can indeed explain the chill that Yi Jia feels.
This special physique makes Ye Jingzhi the king of Ye Hao today. Even if Master died early, he can self-study and become a younger generation. He surpassed many predecessors and stood at the peak of the metaphysical circle.
But it is this kind of physique that makes him progress too fast and becomes a terrible existence among his peers.
If you want to get something, you will lose something.
Thinking of some things in the past, Yi Jia hangs his voice and stops talking.
Where did Ye Jingzhi know that in just a few minutes, Yi Jia actually thought so many things, he saw that Jia Jia did not speak and asked: "What happened today?"
Zhao Jia shook his head: "The situation of the crew is very good. Li Dao also takes care of me." Suddenly, he said: "Master Ye, I am fine here. You don't have to worry, don't use... So good." The most important thing is... cough, you care so much, always feel weird, we are not close to each other, it seems that there is always something wrong...
Ye Jingzhi did not understand: "?"
Yan Jia coughed twice and explained: "I mean, you have been working hard to catch ghosts. You don't have to care about me anymore. I can take care of myself."
One of the leaves mirror stays.
But Master didn't say that!
The year before, "Ghost Knows" released a special issue about Yi Lingzi's gossip. On the evening of the same day, a whole four articles were about how Yi Lingzi turned when he was young. How to lie to the innocent female Taoist friend, how is it? The flowers have passed, and the leaves are not stained.
Saitama said that when the special issue was released, Ye Jingzhi defended his master’s reputation, and with no-green youth, he rushed into the
ghost know
headquarters, killing three in and three outs, and letting the
ghost know
The four articles of that time were all deleted. However, many seniors laughed when they talked about this matter with their own juniors: "This is that Yi Lingzi is gone. If he is, he will definitely not ask for the deletion of the article. He will also ask the ghost to know how to make it. His special issue, spread his heroic deeds all over the world!"
Yi Lingzi is a strange person. Said that he is a playboy, it is absolutely not jealous of him, and even wronged him.
In the past, Yi Lingzi was young and arrogant, and he was the first in the ink list. It looks handsome and strong, and there is a clever mouth that will lick the girl. How many young female friends are fascinated by him. Yi Lingzi catches ghosts to catch which city, which city has his confidante, is the first love of the metaphysical world.
Later, when people arrived in their later years, Yi Lingzi did not mind the past of his own heart, but instead blew in front of the young apprentice.
"Mirror, do you know how to be a girl? You want to be good to her. She wants a hundred years of devil. You will give her a hundred years of devil. She wants five hundred years of flying corpse to give it to her. Buy a flying corpse for five hundred years. She wants to swear, you give it, even if she wants a star, you have to pick her up the stars, so that the girl will die for you."
At that time, Ye Jingzhi was only four or five years old. After listening to this, he only knew nodding, but he also thought: "Master, the mirror can't pick up the stars."
Love St. Yi Lingzi hates iron and says: "Stupid! Of course, I know that you can't pick up the stars. Even the teacher can't pick up the stars. The woman wants you to pick the stars. Is that really wanting the stars? That is the thought. I want you to do anything for her. As long as you do everything for you to think of, she will never ask you for a star, can't understand?"
Xiaoyejing is only four or five years old. Where can I understand this? I can only use the small books to meticulously write down all of Master’s teachings, and keep in mind with the spells of the exercises that I have to recite every day.
To say that Yi Lingzi has been a generation of people for a lifetime, and the only regret is that his confidantes were married to women, and everyone rarely travels. Only he is a lonely man.
Therefore, Yi Lingzi took the precautions. When educating disciples, he often said: "When there is no wife, everything is good. You can learn the skills of being a teacher and enjoy your good youth. If you marry later, you will have a wife. Just hurry up, the outside is enchanting goods, the wife is pure and not artificial, is the most important person. You must remember that the wife is more important than yourself, the wife eats meat, you drink soup; the wife sleeps, you Just fan. Do you know?"
The leaflet mirror is carefully written down.
"To be good to your wife, you must give your wife a hundred years of ghosts, buy five hundred years of flying bodies, and pick up the stars in the sky." I only drink soup, my wife eats meat; I fan, my wife sleeps. 』
Until the age of six, Xiao Ye Jing was cleaning the house at home, holding a broom higher than his own height and seriously sweeping the floor. Yi Lingzi suddenly broke into the door and threw a white Taishan stone to him. He laughed haha. "Apprentice, I found a fiancee for you. You have a wife since then! Let them explore the teacher and the mountain." An ancient wood, there are rumors that there are only six hundred years of ghosts, wait for the teacher to come back, and then talk to you about your wife."
The small leaf mirror grasped the Taishan stone, squinting his eyes and watching the master leave.
After that, Yi Lingzi never came back. There is not a ghost of six hundred years in that ancient tomb, but a thousand years of drought. A group of four people, only the Lushan people escaped, and Yi Lingzi finally died with the drought. When the Lushan Taoist came back to report to Ye Jingzhi, Xiao Yejing cleaned the house, cooked the hot meals, sat on the sofa and carefully wiped the Taishan stone, and waited for the master to go home.
Then, his master was gone, leaving only the daughter-in-law.
Then, nineteen years later, his daughter-in-law was gone, leaving him alone.
Then again, the wife returned, but the daughter-in-law said, "Don't care about me."
Master Ye was very wronged. I didn't know what to say. After a long time, I said, "I will give you a curse."
Yan Jia nodded, and thought in his heart: Master Ye is really good. If the metaphysical community allows it, I really want to give him a "Top Ten People in the Metaphysics" award.
After finishing the curse, Yi Jia planned to sleep, Ye Jingzhi also left the room honestly, and did not dare to stay in the room of the wife for a while. Everything comes from the martyrdom of the sorrowful sorcerer: "When the conflict is contradictory, all listen to the command of the wife. The wife wants you to stay, must stay; the wife wants you to go, you don't want to leave the face, anyway, come to Japan in the future,嘿嘿嘿".
When leaving, Ye Jingzhi couldn't help but say: "Although I don't know what it is, there is no danger, but Changan is not safe now. You...be careful, relic can cover most of you. The yin makes ordinary people unaffected by your yin, but if you are a mysterious person, you can still find your weak yin."
Zhao Jia smiled slightly: "Thank you Master Ye."
The two of them separately, just lying in bed, Yi Jia received a WeChat reminder.
In the past, the "ghost knows" that only pushed articles at zero point, today actually issued an announcement. Zhao Jia opened it and said: "Scorpion baby?"
After careful recollection for a long time, Yan Jiacai took out a sentence from the memory of the junior high school history teacher.
"The Qin Dynasty had three generations, but the third emperor was too short to reign, and later claimed to be the king. There was no test site. You can do it on the second day. 』
It seems that the metaphysical circles still have reliable people. This is not true. Even the parties are found out. It seems that catching the Qin III should not be a problem.
Zhai Jiaan’s heart fell asleep, he did not know, Ye Jingzhi just returned to the room, also received this news, and immediately set off to go to the Qin Shi Huang Mausoleum.
When I arrived at the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, the heavenly masters who stood on the ground were still counting on, and the masters flying in the clouds were no different.
Ye Jingzhi's slight frowning: How does it seem that it has not changed at all?
After thinking about it, Ye Jingzhi asked: "I didn't catch him?"
Lushan Taoist people were bored at this moment, standing on the line of eyes and playing with their fingers. After listening to this, they replied inexplicably: "Where did people find it? Where to catch it? Ye Xiaoyou, you have a mobile phone, let’s start. Black. The old man is not good at calculating the divination, standing here is boring!"
Ye Jingzhi did not understand what was called "opening black" and shook his head and refused.
Lushan Taoist said again: "The old man's mobile phone is running out of power, Ye Xiaoyou, playing with a mobile phone, playing boring, boring old man!"
Ye Jingyi nodded lightly and pulled the phone out of his pocket. The Lushan Taoist suddenly had a bright eye and had not received the mobile phone. Suddenly, Ye Jingzhi took the mobile phone back.
Lushan Taoist: "...Ye Xiaoyou?"
The correct color of the mirror: "The predecessors of Lushan, give you the mobile phone, the younger generation is not good to contact others."
Lushan people didn't even think about it: "Use the ink to sing it! Ye Xiaoyou, who wants to find something for you, isn't it good to use the ink fountain?"
Ye Jingzhi said: "He will not use ink to convey."
Lushan Taoist: "...?" Hey? In the beginning of this year, there is a heavenly master who will not use ink to sing? !
It’s not because the people of Lushan are too strong, because he and Ye Jing have seen each other several times. They have never seen each other play mobile phones. It seems that the mobile phone is just a display for Ye Jing, and he is also rejected by Ye Jing for the first time. .
As a moral model of the metaphysical circle, Ye Jingzhi’s temper is so good that everyone who knows him is completely impressed.
The young masters of Saitama, because they feared Ye Hao, did not dare to be close to him, so they only knew that others were good and did not know how good he was. Lushan people are different.
Lushan Road is one of the most powerful old predecessors in the metaphysical world. He often joins Ye Jingzhi in the annual Tianshi Tianshi Congress.
The mortal people's congresses are just a few days away from the congress. The Tianshi Congress of the Xuanxue Circle does not have to divide so many provincial markets, and a group of old masters add a mirror to sit together.
The Tianshi Congress is inferior to the mortal assembly in terms of breadth, but in terms of length of time, it is far superior to human beings.
I don't know which generation of Heavenly Masters set the rules. The Heavenly Masters Congress must be open for a full ten days and ten nights. No one is allowed to leave the room. Everyone is also light and simple. Only ten kilograms of weight, brackets. , including in the Qiankun bag.
This time, there are no monks in the valley, and all the bags in the Qiankun bag are dry food. The ghost-hunting master and the Feng Shui master who can make a valley start to bring some interesting and fun things to pass the time.
In the past few years, everyone brought a novel book, and later began to bring MP3, MP4, and recently popular with smart phones and charging treasure.
That is a full ten days, a few mobile phones, a few charging treasures, are not enough to play! So the Lushan people began to borrow mobile phones from Ye Jing.
Master Ye, the real light and simple, nothing. At the ten-day Tianshi Congress, Master Ye also felt very boring, but people would not sneak a peek at the bottom of the table to see a certain fantasy, cool, eight-point dog blood soap opera, or no silver in this place. game. People will listen honestly, even if the left ear and the right ear come out, from the surface, it is quite serious.
Therefore, every year when the "ghost knows" to report the Tianshi Congress, they will use the photo of Ye Jingzhi as the first picture. As soon as the parents are handsome, they can increase the number of clicks. Secondly, the masters of the leaves of the family seem to have a special model, which fully reflects the solemn atmosphere of the sacred and inviolable sect of the Tianshi Congress.
Ye Jingyi is willing to borrow a mobile phone when he is able to dance in the square at the Heavenly Masters Congress. How come here, but not borrowed?
The Lushan Taoist has a powerful face.
Ye Jingzhi walked to the side of Yuxiu Zhenjun to understand the situation. When I knew that the original candlelight was just figured out that it was Qin Sanshi who escaped, and did not calculate the location of Qin Sanshi, I hope to go under the mirror, but think carefully: the daughter-in-law is sleeping, going back to nothing, still staying here. It’s good.
The elite power of the entire metaphysical circle continued to be calculated in the sky above the First Emperor's Mausoleum.
In the morning, Yan Xiuzhenjun said: "You are not a way to go on like this. You are always hiding the Qin III, and we are always unable to come out. In this way, please ask the Taoist friends to stay here, and Together with the Taoist friends of Dinghai and Dinghai, they continued to search for the position of Qin III. The rest of us went from Chang'an to Xianyang. Qin San finally died in Xianyang, and the capital of Qin Dynasty was also Xianyang. The place where he is most likely to go is Xianyang. We look for each other, don't waste time, sit and wait, so as not to cause a big disaster."
This is also a way, and soon the crowd will spread and each will start to look for it.
Finally, I can leave this broken place. The Lushan people are excited and are planning to leave. Yan Xiuzhen also said: "Luoshan, you and the Asians will stay here to strengthen the enchantment and wait for us to come back."
Lushan Taoist: "..."
If the old man has a sentence of mmp, I don’t know if it’s not said properly!
What happened in the metaphysical world, Yi Jia is not clear. He rushed to the film and television city early in the morning, finished his makeup and started filming. Today, his play is a little bit more. There are five games in total, two in the morning and three in the evening.
After the filming of the morning, Yi Jia was wearing a costume, and the long wig was with a rubber band and sat on a small bench for dinner. After eating the box lunch, there are still six hours from the three scenes in the evening. Yi Jia can't take off the costume, because he has such a small supporting role, there is no makeup artist to help him remove makeup, and then apply makeup, can only be honestly waiting next to him.
After watching the two protagonists filming for a while, Yan Jia quietly walked out of the crew and continued to visit in the film and television city.
This film and television city was built in recent years. The Changan Municipal Government established the Qin and Tang Film and Television City in order to develop tourism and use Chang'an's own ancient cultural resources. Recently, several Qin Chao and Tang Dynasty dramas in China have been filmed in this film and television city.
When I walked to Suzaku Street, Yi Jia saw several staff members sitting on the roadside fan and did not work. Looking inside the crew, I saw only a mess in the inside. The ground was full of brick and tile foam, as if something had ever been smashed.
Zhao Jia was more curious and looked at it. A staff member sitting on the side of the road waved at him and asked: "Is the "Xuanwu" crew next door?"
Yan Jiawei, nodded.
The fat staff said: "You are a good movie, big investment, big deal, the box office is definitely good. Look at your dress..." This fat man looked at Zhao Jia's face and looked at it for a long time and came to a conclusion: "Running the dragon of?"
This sentence can not be wrong. Qian Jia used to be a running dragon. This is the first time to play a famous and surnamed character. It is only natural that the other party does not know him. He did not deny, smiled and asked: "What happened to your crew? I saw the boot yesterday. What happened today?"
The fat man sighed: "Hey, don't mention it. When I worked overtime last night, the ceiling collapsed. You didn't see it, the ceiling slammed down and smashed our hundreds of thousands of machines. Fortunately, there was no one in the hall at that time. If it was a person, it would be finished. Although most of our ceilings are made of foam and plastic, there is also a little bit of cement, and people are absolutely news."
Yan Jia wrinkled his brow: "I didn't check it in the early stage?"
The fat man shook his head straight: "Where is there! The people in the prop group checked it and said something. The ceiling is just like someone who is hard and broken. The whole board is cracked, and this will collapse. You said that funny is not funny, who Can you cut off such a large ceiling? Our TV drama is about the Qin Dynasty, that is, the end of the Qin Dynasty, Chu Yu Wang Xiang Yu is born again, and it is impossible to break such a large ceiling."
Talking about this kind of wonder gossip, these staff members are the heads, one by one.
Yi Jia did not enter other people's crews, but he could only look far away, but soon he saw a heavy truck coming from the other side of Suzaku Street. A dozen young and strong men carried a huge hard slate. Out of the door of the crew, laboriously put things on the truck.
There are a lot of small knocking marks in the middle of this huge slate. It is obvious that the crew wanted to break things and send them one by one, but they did not succeed. But at the edge of the slate, there are irregular signs of rupture, the slate is quite new, and the fractures are uneven. This shows that the slate is cracked in an instant, and it means that the material of the slate is no problem.
Zhao Jia stunned the scorpion and looked at the slate carefully.
It seems that there is really a huge hand pressed from the sky to the slate, and then the slate is cracked, causing it to collapse.
Zhao Jia looked at it for a while and finally moved away from the line of sight and looked at the crew.
In the crew, people come and go, and many people are cleaning up the rubble on the ground.
It may be because the ceiling collapsed, the crew members were not in a good mood, the environment was dirty, and there was a feeling of black smoke in the crew, which made people feel uncomfortable. However, in the eyes of Zhao Jia, this kind of black smoke is only limited to the low environment and atmosphere, without a trace of yin.
...It has nothing to do with ghosts. Is it really an accident?
Or is it the same as the evil one, can converge on the yin and not be discovered?
There is no explanation for everything.
After watching it for a long time, Yan Jia finally stepped away and continued to go to other places. When he returned, the crew had cleaned up. The director yelled violently, the actors were in place again, and seven or eight eunuchs wearing black suits bowed and stood in the hall.
Even if the director’s arrogant voice is standing at the door, he can hear:
This ceiling is no problem? Are you sure? Mom, then one more thing, your props group will give me a go!

It was another burst of trouble, and the crew finally decided to boot.
However, just as the director just shouted the "beginning" moment, Zhao Jia's eyes widened and he watched as the ceiling slammed again!
Unlike other studio accidents, the collapsed ceiling will have a reaction process. The ceiling seems to be cracked by a palm, and it crashes down.
This time, there was still no one, but the two machines were broken into pieces.
The whole crew was dead, and even the director was wide-eyed, unable to say a word.
After a minute, I don’t know who first shouted: "There are ghosts! There are ghosts!" Then the crew suddenly panicked, and many staff members were afraid to flee outside, and the director was angry and shouted: "All give I am coming back! What the ghosts, where there are ghosts, the props group is not doing well! The people in the prop group are rolling over, how do you work? The ceiling has collapsed..."
Qian Jia stood very far and could not see the specific situation. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but in his eyes, this crew did not have any yin and everything was normal.
On Zhuque Street, other crew members were also attracted by the bangs here, curiously looking inside. The swarming crowd pushed Qian Jia from the front row to the back row. He wanted to see the situation in the crew again. The head of Wuhuan blocked all sight and had to give up.
Yi Jia intends to return to his own crew. Just turned around and saw the young man in black standing quietly standing next to the stall selling paper.
It’s still the black robes that were worn yesterday, and the long wigs that were worn yesterday. The man’s look calmly stood on the side of Suzaku Street, watching the curious onlookers surround the crew. The noise and disturbances of the outside world did not seem to have anything to do with him. He stood quietly, his face soft and his eyes calm.
Perceived the sight of Zhao Jia, this young man looked at him. The two looked at each other for a while and seemed to recognize Yi Jia. The man nodded to him and turned and left. When he turned around, a red light suddenly flashed from the eyes of Zhao Jia. When he looked at it again, he found that it was a blood red jade tied to the man's waist.
The small jade is only half a slap in size, and a five-claw dragon is engraved on the jade surface. I don't know which craftsmanship came from any store. On such a small jade surface, every hair of the dragon is actually printed. The long dragon's claws and claws are fierce and pressing, and the two points of the finishing touch are lifelike.
This jade brought a trace of evil. Zhai Jia picked up the scorpion and looked at it for a long time. He suddenly raised his hand and took the relic on his neck.
boom!
The sky was smoldering, but even if she picked up the relic, in the eyes of Zhao Jia, the man in black still had no yin. But after he picked up the relic, the man stopped. The man in black turned slowly and looked at Zhao Jia again.
The eyes of the two men met in the air. After a long time, no one spoke.
Next to the road, there was a variety of noisy voices in the crew that had an accident. On one side of the road, the young black-haired man in costume and the man in black robes looked at each other. The man gently raised his mouth and revealed a gentle smile to Zhao Jia.
The plain face of Bai Jing is gentle and soft because of this gentle smile, and it has a taste of kindness and tolerance.
Not a particularly good-looking person, but looking at it, I feel very pleasing to the eye.
Moreover, this person's body is really not yin.
Just a smile, the man turned and walked again. Beside him, many good people ran over curiously, wanting to watch the excitement, only he was alone, against the crowd, walking alone. The jade swayed gently around his waist, his only companionship.
When the strange man completely left his sight, Yan Jia sighed softly and turned on the phone. He first found the jade jade, but after thinking about it, the man who is a stick is too unreliable, and it is better to find him than to find him. So thinking over and over again, he opened the three words "Ye Jing Zhi" in the address book.
The beep on the phone only sounded for a second and was answered.

Zhu Jia?
The low-sounding male voice rang with a touch of unspeakable surprise.
In the face of this kind of business, Yi Jia said nothing from the ambiguity. He briefly explained the accidental situation of the crew, and then told Ye Jingzhi that he saw a man who was very like a ghost, but there was no sigh of anger on the other side.
"Is it evil? The crack in the ceiling is really not an accident. Master Ye, you said before, a lot of evil spirits are good at hiding their own breath, may this be related to evil spirits?"
Ye Jingzhi immediately said: "Wait for me, I will come right away."
Yi Jiayi: "Master Ye, are you not catching the Qin III who escaped from the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor?"
Ye Jingzhi did not answer this question: "Don't be afraid, I will come soon."
Yan Jia: "..." He was not afraid at all!
He just wants to ask what is the specific situation, so as not to misunderstand the good people, to make people fat, and then they know that people are not ghosts, but it is not good.
Zhai Jia quickly said: "Master Ye, you are busy there, really don't care about me, I just want to know if there is such evil..."
"It's my fault," the anxious male voice interrupted Qian Jia's words. Ye Jingzhi said seriously: "Zi Jia, wait for me, I will come soon... OK?"
good or not?
If you want to explain more, at this time, suddenly forget.
Qian Jia stunned and said "good" subconsciously. When he returned to God, the phone had been hung up. He looked at his black-screened phone and looked at it blankly. Some didn’t understand how he said the "good" just now. How could he live alone? After many years, I suddenly began to accept unconditional help from others.
Next to Xianyang International Airport, Ye Jingzhi suddenly turned his head and flew in the direction of Chang'an.
Not awake masters scared, and quickly pulled him: "Ye Xiaoyou, what are you doing? We just did not come there from there, there have been searches, there is no trace of Qin III, what are you going to Changan?"
The eye of the mirror is dignified: "There are things in the younger generation."
The master does not wake up and asks subconsciously: "Now the metaphysical world has more important things than Qin III's escape from the First Emperor's Mausoleum?"
Ye Jingzhi nodded: "Yes."
Master does not wake up: "Ah? What?"
Ye Jing said in one sentence: "His business is more important to me than my life."
The master did not wake up completely, and opened the hand holding Ye Jing, watching him leave.
Twenty years ago, Yi Lingzi probably never thought of it. He casually said a word to the apprentice, deeply branded in the heart of the apprentice, and eventually developed a twenty-four filial husband: "The wife's business is your business, you The thing that is still yours. The most regrettable thing for the teacher is that he did not save the Ziyun Taoist friend, and watched her be swallowed up by the five hundred years of ghosts. Mirror, you are dead, too To die in front of the daughter-in-law, whoever dares to bully your wife and touch your wife, you must let him step on your body!"
After saying this, Yi Lingzi remembered the dying confidant who had died in the past, drank a fifty-year spirit, and went to sleep. And his only apprentice has seriously recorded this sentence on the book, recited it three times a day, and painstakingly remembered.
Want to touch my daughter-in-law, step on my body first!
Master Ye is like a rocket. He flies to Qintang Film and Television City with a bang.
In the Qin and Tang dynasty film and television city, Zhao Jia took the mobile phone and looked at the screen of the mobile phone with some enthusiasm. After thinking for a long time, I decided to send a message to tell Master Ye that the things here can be solved by himself, so that Master Ye should not run more. But he just typed in half, but he heard a soft voice from behind him: "Do you understand this thing?"
The finger holding the phone suddenly tightened, and Yi Jia turned around and looked back.
Outside the chaotic crowd, the black man who had just left, did not know when he came back behind him and smiled at him.
The man looked down at Zhao Jia’s cell phone and then looked up at Zhao Jia.
Yu Jia suddenly understood. He stared at the other side with vigilance, his right hand was placed behind his back, and he slowly squeezed, and the red breath climbed up to the finger. His voice was cold, his voice was hanging, and he said faintly: "You said the phone? You won't play the phone?"
The man in black heard the words and looked at Zhao Jia.
Zhao Jia also looked at him.
He didn't know why the black man went back and didn't know why the other person suddenly spoke to himself in such a close tone. He clenched his fists with caution, and as long as the other party dared to move forward, he dared to beat the dog to eat.
However, the man in black did not go any further. He just looked at Zhao Jia. At this time, Yi Jia had put the relic back, and the yin was suppressed by the relics. Only a trace of vainness was wrapped around him, and it was not covered by relics.
The man looked at it seriously. After a long time, he asked, "What is your name?"
Yi Jia does not answer.
The man is not angry, and the gentle eyes are slightly smiling: "It is rude, you should first report your name and then ask someone else's name."
Yi Jia directly asked: "What is your name?"
"Under the next, I am a child."
Yan Jia doubles big, staring at the man in black, gentle and courteous.
Scorpion baby? !
Qin Sanshi 嬴子婴? !
"Ghosts know" the one mentioned above, escaped from the Mausoleum of Emperor Qin Shihuang, do not know where to go to the scorpion infant? !
"When did you die?"
Yan Jiazheng had a mixed feeling in his heart. He did not know that he was going to slap on the palm of his hand at this time. He quickly grabbed the person and handed it to Ye Jingzhi, or they came together to deal with it. Suddenly heard the words of the child, he slammed and asked: "When did I die?"
Ziying gently daggers: "Jun's dress, not like my Qin, nor the customs of the six countries. Perhaps, live more than the next year?"
This is what Zhijia understands, "When did you die?"
Yan Jia: "..."
You are dead! Your family is dead!
No, it seems that Qin Sanshi’s family is dead and there is nothing wrong with it...
It is obvious that this person is the horror and scary that the "ghost knows" said, and can cause the great turmoil of the metaphysical world, but looking at this person's gentle and smiling smile, why didn't he think this man was terrible?
The child is still smiling, waiting for the answer from Yi Jia. Yi Jia thought about it and replied: "I am not dead."
The smile on the lips of the child’s lips froze. After a moment, he asked: "If the king is not dead, why is there such a terrible yin?"
Yan Jia: "... born with it."
Child: "..."
The next moment, the child suddenly reached out and grabbed the wrist of Qian Jia. The singer is big and the right hand is clenched into a fist, and it is like a baby. Ziying quickly turned his side away and looked at Zhao Jia with astonishment, as if he didn't understand why he wanted to beat himself.
In the blink of an eye, Yi Jia felt a cold breath and went straight into the bottom of my heart. It seems that I have been in the ground for thousands of years, but I don’t see the sky. The hands of the child are as cold as ice, and the smile is bright and bright, but the body has no temperature.
The body temperature of Qian Jia was also steadily transmitted to the palm of the child. The temperature was hot and the fingers of the baby trembled. The movement slowly raised his head and looked at Zhao Jia.
In those eyes, there is a feeling of unclearness.
Lost, sad, lonely, desperate.
I finally found a similar kind, but suddenly found that it is not the same kind. Suddenly possessed, and suddenly lost, everything is only a moment, and in this world, only he is alone in the dust, never step forward.
When Ye Jingzhi arrived at Qintang Film and Television City, he saw this scene.
A handsome black man was holding the hand of Qian Jia, and Zhai Jia beat it with a fist. The man even let it go, and then stared at Zhao Jia with strange eyes.

奚嘉!!!

Ye Jingzhi's eyes shrink, and he takes out the innocent Qing Li and goes to the baby's body.
The author has something to say: Mirror: He actually bullied my wife, he actually touched my wife's hand QAQ! I am so angry! ! !
Yi Lingzi: Gangsters! For the teacher, I want to cultivate a good-spirited apprentice, and inherit the sacred clothes of the teacher! ! !
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It’s too late to update today. I decided to give each girl a flower, a Fuwa brand.
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Thank you
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Threw a mine in the ninety-nine book
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