I Can Rewind

Chapter 97 The Uninvited Guest

After guessing the ins and outs of the matter, Yan Junze wrapped the three layers inside and outside the statue, wrapped it in a plastic bag and tied it tightly, put it in his backpack, put the backpack on the bedside, and then went back to bed to sleep.

May be too tired, but he still slept well on the last night at the foot of the rock.

Although he went to bed very late, Yan Junze didn't wake up during this sleep, and slept until dawn when he was disturbed by the alarm clock of his mobile phone.

The morning bus No. 803 from Yanjiao to Suncheon City Center departs at about 6:40. This bus is very early, even if the young couples upstairs rush to work in the morning, they don’t take this bus, but take the bus at 7:30. trip.

Yan Junze's purpose is to let as few people see him as possible, so he chooses to take the first bus.

His things had been packed in advance, and after he got up and washed quickly, he put on his backpack and went out.

Put the key of the rental house under the flower pot at the door of the landlord's house, without disturbing anyone, then turned and left.

When I came to the platform of bus No. 803, the morning bus hadn't arrived yet.

It's 6:44, but it's already light.

According to Yan Junze's estimate, the No. 803 bus came from the starting station, and arrived at Yanjiao at the third stop, which was less than ten minutes.

It starts at 6:40, and I can definitely make it in time now.

Sure enough, at exactly 6:50, he saw Route 803 coming slowly from the other side of the road.

He stopped in front of him, invested money and got into the car. Except for a middle-aged driver, there were no passengers in the car.

That's great. If you catch up early, the bus will become a private car.

Yan Junze found a seat near the back and sat down, took off his backpack, put it on the chair next to him, and put one hand on his pillow to make himself more comfortable.

Taking out his mobile phone to read the news, the bus started quickly, shaking rhythmically, which soon made Yan Junze sleepy.

Originally, I didn't get enough sleep today, so Yan Junze turned off the phone, held it in his hand, and closed his eyes.

In my mind, from time to time, the shadows of back-up women, Ke'er, long-tongued Zhenzhen, and mother-in-laws flashed across.

Except for Long Tongue Zhenzhen, the other ghosts have left a deep impression on him, so now whenever he has time to rest, they will appear in his mind irresistibly.

He said he was sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep for a while.

The No. 803 bus stopped and stopped, and after stopping at one of the stops, a young man came up.

With his hands in his pockets, the young man got into the car and sat in the front seat closest to the driver.

Yan Junze didn't pay attention, he was sitting upright, like the standard sitting posture of elementary school students listening to the class.

In a daze, Yan Junze opened his eyes and stared at the back of the young man's head, but his thoughts were floating on the key point that had been haunting him for the past few days, that certain thing that he couldn't think of.

This matter seemed to be very important, and it was triggered by accident at a certain moment when I was talking with Zhang Xiaomo, but later because of other things interrupted, the thought was buried before it had time to surface, and I could never think of it again.

Sometimes people are like this, trying to think of something, just like looking for something urgently needed at home, the moment you need it, you can't find it.

But one day, when I accidentally, this thing that I could not find before will suddenly jump in front of my eyes, and it takes no effort to get it.

At this time, Yan Junze, looking at the back of the head sitting not far from the driver, finally grasped the thought that was buried last time in his mind.

He remembered that after discovering that the landlord Lin Dong was separated from his mother-in-law, Zhang Xiaomo once said this: Lin Dong should have been separated for no more than 48 hours, I will go to the next door later, save him and have a look Is Granny Ren here?

At that time, Yan Junze had an idea, but Zhang Xiaomo later took out the sperm killer, oh no, it was the weird jammer that attracted attention, so this idea has not been able to form an effective thought.

At this moment, Yan Junze finally thought of it.

Since Zhang Xiaomo said that Lin Dong's spirit will not exceed 48 hours, we will save him later. It means that if the spirit is separated for more than 48 hours, is it impossible to be saved?

if so?

Yan Junze shuddered suddenly, picked up the phone, no matter how early it was, and whether the other party got up or not, he directly dialed Zhang Xiaomo's number.

...

The Tianmeng area is closed.

In the courtyard of a temple.

Normally, this place called Leiwang Temple has already attracted an endless stream of pilgrims at this time, and the flow of incense money alone is no less than seven figures every day.

But at this time, there were no pilgrims in the courtyard of the entire temple, only one person was standing.

With shoulder-length short hair, a pure white cartoon short-sleeved T-shirt, casual jeans, and white net shoes, Zhang Xiaomo stood alone next to the huge incense burner in the middle of the courtyard with a knife in one hand.

The censer, which used to burn continuously, is now covered with cold ashes, without the slightest smell of incense smoke.

This time, the cartoon pattern on Zhang Xiaomo's chest was replaced by Hello Kitty, but she looked normal, the bayonet in her hand had just been pulled out from the chest of an old monk who had fallen to the ground.

The old monk's body was gradually dissipating, and after a while, only a transparent shadow could be seen.

Under the steps not far from the old monk, there was a corpse of a young monk, which also became fainter and fainter.

And there is another corpse in the hall that has long since disappeared.

"Three high-level wandering spirits, get it done!"

Putting away the magnetic knife, Zhang Xiaomo took out a small notebook and memorized it seriously, but shortly after writing, her brows also frowned slightly.

A few seconds later, she put the cap on the pen, inserted the pen into the small notebook, and said to herself, "How could this happen?"

After finishing the words, Zhang Xiaomo took out her phone and called the instructor of the Spirit Eliminator Squad in Huaying District, Huaying Metropolis.

She knew very well that her tutor was used to getting up early, and she was already up at this point, so she would not disturb him.

"Little Mo." A voice with a hint of vicissitudes came out.

"Teacher, I have a question."

Zhang Xiaomo has always been straight to the point when talking to her mentor. Anyone who knows her in the supernatural event team knows her personality, so the mentor doesn't seem to take it seriously.

"explain."

"I just killed three evil spirits, high-level wandering spirits." Zhang Xiaomo said: "It took me a lot of effort, so I recorded it. But when I contacted the evil spirits I killed these days, I suddenly had doubts." , I would like to know, to be precise, how many high-level wandering spirits are roughly equivalent to one sculpting spirit?"

"This... is not comparable." The voice on the other end of the phone came out, "If we only talk about the strength of evil spirits, one sculpting spirit is equivalent to about ten high-level wandering spirits. In the case of intervening and splitting spirits."

Zhang Xiaomo said: "That is to say, if everything is considered, the strength of Su Ling has surpassed ten high-level wandering spirits?"

"It must exceed." The instructor paused for a moment and asked, "Are you... well, let me see your mission record."

A few seconds later, his voice sounded again: "Half-plastic? You killed a half-plastic two days ago? Well, with your strength, how does it feel?"

"I feel..." The ominous premonition in Zhang Xiaomo's heart became stronger and stronger at this moment, "I haven't been in contact with the half-plastic spirit class before, but I feel that compared with the three high-level wandering spirits I just killed... it's not much different!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then the instructor's voice came: "With your skill, it must not be easy to completely kill a semi-spirit-level spirit. Now... go back immediately!"

"tutor……"

Zhang Xiaomo hadn't finished speaking when the phone suddenly notified that there was another call waiting to be connected.

Glancing at the screen of the phone, Zhang Xiaomo's pupils shrank, and it was too late to talk to the instructor, so she immediately transferred.

"Zhang Xiaomo, don't ask anything, just listen to me first!" This was Yan Junze's voice, "Answer me immediately, what will happen if a person is distracted for more than 48 hours?"

Zhang Xiaomo was taken aback, and replied: "I can never save you again. Why are you asking this, where are you? Right now..."

Yan Junze interrupted her words.

"It's too late, guess who I saw."

"who?"

"Lu Xin."

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