Chapter 7:

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In the early morning of the morning, the community was covered in a groggy way.
At the moment I entered the community, I found out that something was wrong.
This plot was newly built in the past few years. It is located in the park with the fastest development and the highest price in Sioux City, and is adjacent to Jingdu Lake. Standing on the seventh floor or above, you can see the cross-lake elevated road and the sparkling Jingdu Lake. It is also the school district. If it is not the old house of Zhaojia, it will take a compensation. He can’t afford it here. house.
Because of the proximity to the Creative Industries Park, many of the guests here are programmers. The programmers are paid high, but they work overtime almost every day. Don't say that it is one o'clock in the morning. Even at three o'clock in the morning, there will be occasional programmers coming back from work. It is impossible to be so quiet, not even a lamp or a voice.
Yan Jia’s brows slowly wrinkled, and next to him, Daiyu painted a character in the air. The rhyme that he painted is much lighter than that of the previous Ye Jing's painting on the gate of Yi Jia. After the final stroke, Yu Yu stretched out in the middle, and the golden light was filled. The entire community.
"go with!"
The next moment, Yi Jia smashed and looked at the black gas of the entire community with amazement.
Saitama has never thought about it, and he will actually see such a scene. This district spans two blocks and covers an extremely large area. At this moment, the rich and gloomy yin entangles the community and encloses a silent city.
The breeze blew from the outside and only blown to the door of the community, and it was broken up by the rich and horrible yin.
Saitama stunned: "So strong yin, Qian Jia, is it caused by you?"
When entering the community, Yi Jia noticed that it was wrong, and felt a hint of yin. Now that he really saw the scale of this yin, he said: "Not me. When I left two days ago, it was not like this. Daiyu, can you find out where there is such a heavy yin?"
Saitama shakes the head: "When the child is open, the yin is full of yin. Now don't talk about your community, that is, on the road outside, there will be a little yin and a few souls. My master and Ye Hao Wang they Maybe I can find the source of yin in the early hours of the morning, but I can't. I have to wait for the sunrise, and then I can find the reason.
Since I couldn't find the reason, the two went shopping in the community for a while and finally went home.
Yi Jia is not a ghost-hunting master. No magic spells, let alone ghosts. And the sacred stick around him, who claimed to be the leader of the younger generation, couldn’t stand it, it was like a stick.
Waiting until noon on the second day, the yang is booming, and the jade jade holds a piece of palm-sized black iron compass and walks nervously in the community. He kept looking down at the compass and looked up at the surrounding buildings and trees. He had words in his mouth and his voice was extremely low. He could not hear it.
In the daytime, the community suddenly returned to normal.
Today is a working day. There are not many people in the community. Only a few women chat and walk in the garden, and several old people are exercising.
Yi Jia followed the side of Daiyu and looked at these residents in the community with indifference. He has never been in contact with these people, or in the past few years, he has rarely gone out because he does not want these people to get into his own yin, causing illness or even accidents.
This morning, Yi Jia said a few words to her from the ground and hoped that the other party could only block her yin and not block her eyes. Yi Jia did not hold much hope, but this is not a true spirit. It really converges a bit of power, so that Yi Jia can directly see the black air that hangs over the community without relying on the charm of Daiyu.
And now in the eyes of Zhao Jia, these residents have a layer of black air on their faces. That layer of black gas is like a black mask, covering the faces of these people, but they are completely ignorant, and each expression is doing their own thing rigidly. It is said that it is chatting, but it looks strange, his eyes are sluggish, as if he is watching a group of air; he is talking about exercise, but he does not even twist his joints. The whole person is like a zombie, and he is doing strange movements straight.
In this community, except for Jiajia and Daiyu, other people seem to have become a marionette, numbly doing what they used to do every day and accomplishing the task.
Saitama said: "First find the source, don't bother them for the time being. There is a kind of ghost in the soul, they will not reincarnate after 48 hours, because they forget that they are already dead. At this time you can't tell him straightly, 'You are dead. ', they will be scared, even the soul flies, you must use various hints to let him realize that he is dead, this can reincarnate. These people and the soul of the situation are somewhat like, can not act rashly."
Yan Jiaben did not want to remind these people, he just looked far away, not close.
The two found three laps in the community, and the yin was thick, and it was impossible to find the source by the intensity of yin. Daiyu squinted her hair, and on the other side, Zhao Jia stopped her footsteps and looked at the children in the distance inexplicably.
At this time, most children should go to school, but in the community's play area, there are still three children playing in the sand pit to play sand. They seem to be only three or four years old. They may not have gone to kindergarten. Two of them are surrounded by castles. Only one little boy is alone in the corner of the bunker. One person is sanding and sand.
Yan Jia looked far away, his eyes gradually blurred, as if he saw a familiar shadow.
In the lively yard, all the children are chasing and playing, a small shadow hiding behind the corner and watching them enviously. Finally, he couldn't help but take his legs and want to go, but the little arm was pulled from behind. Turning around, a soft-eyed middle-aged man bent down and gently licked his hair and said softly: "Jia Jia, can't go, daddy to play with you?"
Gently sighed, Yi Jia turned his eyes, lifted and walked forward. He just took a step and suddenly heard a loud noise from the play area. He quickly turned around and saw that the lonely boy suddenly fell to the ground and his forehead slammed into the sand. The edge of the pit is on the cement.
Zhao Jia’s eyes widened and he ran over.
"It hurts, is it okay? Children, where have you been?"
The two children who played the sand not far away just swept this side and did not help the people. Yi Jia took the little boy up. I had already made plans to see the scene of the boy’s bloodshed. Who knows that the boy’s forehead is only a big piece of purple, and there is no bloodshed.
奚嘉微怔.
This is a quiet and well-behaved child. He gently shook his head and licked his mouth and did not speak. Not to mention pain, not to cry, so quietly lowered his head, as if he had done something wrong.
Yi Jia whispered: "Where is your home, my brother will send you home."
The little boy reached out and pointed to a building in the distance.
Yan Jia turned to see that Yu Yu had gone further and further, and did not notice his situation here. Anyway, just sending a child home, it doesn't take long, so he directly picks up the little boy and goes to the building.
The little boy’s face also had a faint yin. He seemed to have never been so hugged. The little head was buried in the arms of Zhao Jia, and he dared not say a word, but when he asked him where he lived. When he is on the floor, he will raise his head again and point in a certain direction.
Three minutes later, Yi Jia walked out of the elevator.
The elevator door closed quickly behind him, the light was suddenly dark, and the smile on the face of Yi Jia slowly faded. He slowly lowered his head and looked at the black paper money in the corner of the pot.
There are only two households on this floor, and the gray iron basin is placed in the middle of the two families. The air was filled with a touch of burnt smell, and the white paper money was burned into black ash, leaving only a little bit of edge that was not blackened. The burnt paper ash floated gently in the air, the lights on the ceiling were broken, and a trace of sunlight shone from the stairwell, and it was more sinister with the sound of dripping water that did not know where it sounded.
Silent, cold, no popularity.
Yi Jia hangs on the scorpion and asks faintly: "Which one?"
The little boy pointed to the front.
Yi Jia calmly held the child and walked to the door of the family and gently knocked on the door.
There seems to be no one in the house, and the knocking sound of "咚咚" echoes between the corridors. It was clearly in a narrow building. At this moment, I didn’t know where to blow a cold wind from the bottom of Zhao Jia’s sole. When the black yin rushed to his chest, Yi Jia picked up the scorpion and wrapped his fingers. Bloody breath.
At this time, a bronze scorpion suddenly jumped out of his clothes, suspended in the air, and suddenly trembled.
boom!
The yin wind broke down instantly, and no one had twisted two times and returned to his clothes.
At this time, a heavy footstep came inside the gate. It seems that there are any heavy objects on the ground, and the iron-like footsteps slammed on the ground. The sound is far and near, and it is getting louder and louder, and finally stops at the door. The cat's eyes slowly turned black. Someone looked through the small round hole and looked at the Zhaojia outside the door.
"Oh--"
The door was gently pushed open, and a young and awkward woman stood at the door and looked at Xiaojia indifferently.
The little boy struggled to jump from the arms of Zhao Jia, quickly walked into the door, hid behind the woman, carefully popping his head and staring at Zhao Jia.
Yan Jia looked at the woman, and the woman looked at him.
The woman's right arm was wrapped around the neck with a bandage, and there was no glory in the dark eyes, like a heavy stagnant water, staring coldly at Zhaojia. She has strong makeup, her cheeks are red, her face is white and scary, like a female corpse with heavy makeup because she is about to enter, so she stares quietly.
The air is full of the burnt smell of paper ash. For a long time, Yan Jia smiled: "The child just accidentally bumped into the ground."
The woman is still staring at him, not talking.
Zhao Jia also smiled and said: "Who is this building recently passed away?"
The woman stared at him silently.
A long time later, when Zhao Jia planned to ask again, the little boy extended his finger and pointed to the opposite door. The woman’s rough and cold voice sounded:
The grandfather of the opposite family died three days ago.

Yi Jia looked a glimpse, just raised her head and only heard the sound of "砰", the door slammed shut in front of him.
"Ding--"
The elevator suddenly stopped behind him.
He was still standing in front of the door, and did not touch the elevator button at all, and the elevator was already on this floor. A chilly chill of the scalp climbed from the bottom of the foot to the top of the head. There was no wind in the corridor. But in the iron basin in the corner, the paper ash floated fiercely in the air and sprinkled a little on the hair of Zhao Jia.
With a bang, the elevator door suddenly opened behind him. Yan Jia's look turned slightly, his fingers clenched into fists, and the cold breath entangled between his fingers. He had not seen it, and he heard an excited voice.
"What do I say? I can definitely find it! Hey? You Jia is here, why can't you find it? Ah! Look! There is paper money here, surely just died, these two families One of them, there is absolutely a problem. My compass pointer is disordered as soon as this arrives. This sinful yin is too strong. I have seen it in my life, only weaker than you."
Yan Jia: "..."
The eyelids of the single eyelids said, I just got up a little bit of a strange atmosphere, and instantly dissipated: "If this compass is met with you, it is not a problem of disorder, it has to be scrapped. You don't want to be indifferent." If Li is picked up, otherwise my compass will be scrapped. I have no place to cry. You, this man, is more powerful than ghosts. This is what I am so powerful. I didn’t directly take you as a ghost. Just change someone... ..."
Yan Jia couldn't bear it: "... shut up!"
The author has something to say: No Xiangqing Li: This baby was originally called a cool arrogant name, no Xiangqing Li! But you actually named the baby what the five fragrances, even five boxes of green pears! Ah, ah, anger, not showing the cool temperament of this baby (ノ`Д?)ノ! ! !
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