Jianbao Gold Finger

The first thing in the equation was the screen that blocked him in every possible way at Qin'an Airport. Even if it wasn't the murderer, it must be his ally or subordinate!He felt a little upset. When he first saw Zhang Yang, he didn't realize that the aura he carried was emitted by his own soul consciousness. Perhaps it was because there were too many ancient objects in his private exhibition hall. , All kinds of auras are confused, so I didn’t clearly notice the difference in Zhang Yang’s aura.

"Don't guess, let's ask him... if you don't, you will know!"

Yin Xiaorou came to Yu Yien and stretched out her hand.

"Give me the soul flute..."

"Yep?"

Yu Yien looked at Yin Xiaorou's stretched hand, then turned to look at the equation, and saw that he nodded, then opened the box and handed Yudi to her hand!Yin Xiaorou looked at the jade flute in her hand, then gently lifted it to her mouth, and blew it slowly, suddenly...the melodious and ethereal sound of the flute rang, this flute sound... After listening to it for a long time, I will feel that my soul has been washed!

The two little policemen at the door who had just finished smoking and were ready to return to stand guard at the door of the morgue, suddenly heard the empty and strange sound of flutes coming from the morgue.

"Wh... where did the flute sound come from?"

A little policeman asked tremblingly,

"Okay...it seems...it seems to be from there..."

The other policeman tremblingly pointed his finger in the direction of the morgue.

"This...how is this possible? You...you go and see..."

"You go......"

"Go ahead!"

"Why did I go?"

Two people... shuddering each other, no one wants to approach that weird morgue...

The ethereal flute sound reverberated in the air, one or two...Many sacred birds and sacred beasts gathered here, and Nuoda's morgue suddenly became crowded!

The equation now understands the function of this dementing flute. Its function is...to control those invisible and intangible souls...

Not far away, a person slowly walked towards them. His expression was confused, anxious and even a little irritable. His body was in a translucent state. He... just publicity!He came to Yin Xiaorou with a look of doubt and looked at her playing the flute seriously!

"Publicity!"

The equation is called gently,

"Hush, don't make noise, I listen to beautiful women playing the flute..."

Zhang Yang waved his hand at the equation, but the Kung Fu wife's Jia Yin Xiaorou stopped blowing. She wiped the jade flute and put it back into the box in Yu Yien's hand!

"Why don't you blow it?"

Zhang Yang frowned and asked,

"I guess I won't be able to hear such a beautiful flute when I leave!"

"I think you meant to say that when you get down, you won't see such a beautiful girl, right?"

Yu Yien teased him,

"Zhang Yang, who killed you?"

The equation was straightforward, but Zhang Yang gave him a blunt glance and didn't answer.

"I'm asking you something, why don't you answer?"

The equation is a bit depressing, are ghosts so horrible these years?

"Why should I answer? Can I die without you? How would you let me take care of you?"

Zhang Yang turned his head and walked towards his corpse, his expression a little unwilling and angry,

"I was living well and I could do whatever I wanted, but because of your presence, I lost my life. How good do you expect me to treat you?"

"But what you want is what he didn't give you? If it weren't for his soul consciousness in your body, how could you have this ability? This ability does not belong to you, but you are for nothing Still not satisfied after enjoying it for decades?"

Yin Xiaorou said unceremoniously,

"You should thank him for allowing you to live a life that didn't belong to you for so long!"

"I......"

After hearing what Yin Xiaorou said, Zhang Yang was speechless. Seeing that he had nothing to say, Zhang Yang took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it and inserted it on the ground in front of Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang looked up at the equation in surprise, and then sat down. When I got to the ground, I smoked the cigarette in the air.

"What do you want to know?"

He asked while sucking,

"Who killed you? Did he take the soul consciousness from your body? Where did the person go with the soul consciousness?"

The equation squatted down in front of Zhang Yang,

"Who killed me? The speed was too fast, I didn't see clearly, when I reacted, I was already on the ground, but I heard them talking, what Fengshen's soul consciousness... said that soul Consciousness cannot be eliminated from this world, but as long as they have mastered one, you can't be reunited. Sooner or later, you will enter death and reincarnation again..."

Zhang Yang remembered while smoking a cigarette,

"Hey, are you a wind god? Then they took your thing from my body, what do you do? Will you die too?"

He asked curiously,

"Maybe... it will!"

"Hey...I might die when I hear you, I don't seem to be so angry anymore..."

Zhang Yang’s face was a little gloating, the equation ignored his villain’s heart and continued to ask.

"Then where did they go...Do you know? Did they say it?"

"I don't know... just heard what they said to find the Holy King Bone Box, you will never find that soul consciousness..."

Zhang Yang desperately recalled,

"Holy King Bone Box?"

When I heard the name, I felt a little familiar with the equation. I really didn’t know what it was for. He turned his head to look at Yin Xiaorou and asked.

"What is the Holy King Bone Box?"

"Ah? Oh...that's...it's a small box made from the bones of Saint King Dayu...everything in the world has aura Inside, no matter how powerful the ancient gods are, they can’t sense it!"

Yin Xiaorou, who was on the side, heard the question of the equation and was obviously a little nervous. After she stammered and answered the question of the equation, she walked aside, lowered her head not knowing what she was thinking, obviously she didn't want to say more!

The equation looked at the abnormal Yin Xiaorou, did not ask more, but looked at Zhang Yang in front of him.

"Then... Is there anything you haven't done yet? I can help you one last time!"

"Unfinished things? That's too much, but...think carefully, I have lived for so long, and I have no worries in the world. My parents are dead, I have no love, no children, no family ...It sounds a bit sad!"

Zhang Yang sighed, stood up and looked at himself on the stretcher bed with a trace of dismay in his eyes.

"I...in fact, I should have died long ago, I should be satisfied! Alas, forget it, let's go, I am not suitable for being so melancholy!"

He turned his head and looked straight at the equation for the first time,

"Equation, I have a will in my safe, which I wrote a long time ago! The content is very simple. Whoever collects my body after my death and sends me to the land for safety can inherit all my property. ! And the reason why I have all this is also your credit, so...just give it to you, and manage them well!"

After speaking, Zhang Yang's body gradually became transparent until it disappeared completely...