Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Chapter 152 How Should He Face It

As soon as the water was fetched, Lin Jiu disappeared.

"Chuck! Mother!"

Suddenly, the cry of a little zombie was heard from the side.

Turning around, I saw the little zombie sticking out his official hat a little, with no skin exposed at all, for fear of being exposed to the sun.

The door of the morgue was opened. It was a bit far away, so I could only see Lin Jiu burning something in front of the altar.

Jingzhi walked over with water.

Lin Jiu didn't even raise his head. "Put it on the table."

Jingzhi did as he was told. When the water surface was still, Lin Jiu threw the black ashes in the bowl into the water.

The light in the room suddenly dimmed.

Jingzhi was startled.

When he looked up, he happened to meet the little zombie's resentful eyes, "Any time, click, close the door, otherwise... click, it's gone!"

It clicked and paused, like a phonograph that had been out of repair for a long time.

Jingzhi wanted to laugh, but Lin Jiu's expression was too serious at the moment, so she forced herself to hold it back. She coughed lightly and shifted her gaze to the basin in front of him.

The old method was to light the talisman paper and throw it into the water. He muttered some incantation, and the surface of the water became like a silver mirror, slowly revealing a human figure.

Before I could see clearly, my shoulder was suddenly patted from behind.

"Oh my god, when did you come in?"

Qiu Sheng nodded at the figure on the water surface and said, "It's time for you to look into the basin."

After just one look, Qiu Sheng scratched his face and thought for a while, then suddenly screamed "Ah", scaring everyone.

Lin Jiu's eyebrows jumped, and he said with a cold face:

"If you want to cause trouble here, get out!"

"No." Qiu Sheng waved his hand, pointing his finger at the familiar figure in the water. "Master, I ran into him the other day when I went to my aunt's house. It was this guy!"

Jingzhi: "What do you mean by that man? He is your uncle's son, Shi Shaojian."

As he spoke, Jingzhi stole a glance at Lin Jiu, who had a gloomy face and didn't know what he was thinking.

The evidence is all here, how should Jiu handle this matter?

Suddenly, another figure gradually emerged from the basin. He was wearing a black and white Bagua Taoist robe, with a crown and a beard, and he was serious. It was Shi Jian.

The sharp eyes seemed to be looking directly at Lin Jiu who was casting the spell from the water. Jingzhi's heart panicked. Holding the basin of water, she quickly walked to the half-open door and poured the water out.

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Seeing Shi Jian suddenly turn around, Shi Shaojian also turned around and looked at the street behind him, "Dad, what's wrong?"

Shi Jian retracted his gaze and said, "Don't call me dad outside."

Shi Shaojian lowered his eyebrows, acted obediently, and replied "yes".

When the child was first found, he was already eighteen years old. Now, he is twenty-three years old. Shi Shaojian has raised him for four or five years. It would be strange if Shi Jian didn't know his temper.

"Don't try some cheap tricks on me. I, Shi Jian, can't afford to lose face like this."

"...Yes, Master."

Hearing the word "Master", Shi Jian glanced at him with complicated eyes, then turned around, waved his wide sleeves, and strode forward.

Lin Fengjiao should have guessed who did it, right?

But he was absent from the child's life for eighteen years, and he always felt guilty. Shao Jian was used to asking about his well-being and pretending to be nice and clever in front of him.

Shi Jian, who had never been gentle with anyone, finally softened his heart towards this child.

I hope he can listen to his admonition...

……

Back to Lin Jiu, he seemed to have lost his soul. He said he wanted to be quiet for a while and locked himself in the study.

Looking at Jingzhi who was "playing with mud" in the pavilion, Qiu Sheng held his face with his hands for a while and couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Hey, why don't you go comfort my master?"

Jingzhi didn't even raise her head, concentrating on the clay sculpture in her hands. Holding the carving knife, she thought of the person in her heart, carving out his shape bit by bit, while slowly speaking:

"I can't even accept this fact, let alone him. Just let him be quiet for a while and stop yelling."

Qiu Sheng picked up the clay figurine she had shaped on the wooden board. His master's small hands gently turned it. "So you plan to make a clay figurine to comfort my master?"

"Put it down, I worked so hard to make it."

Jingzhi gathered the scattered wooden planks and Lin Jiu's arms and legs towards himself, then frowned and asked the two idle people opposite:

"Didn't your master tell you to go to the security team to report the case? You came back so soon, did you go or not?"

"Oh! Don't mention it." Qiu Sheng slumped down on the chair, his face wrinkled and gloomy. "The new captain is even worse than Ah Wei. As soon as he entered Yihong Courtyard, he immediately asked the madam to find two girls to entertain him. How could he even think about investigating the case?"

Wencai nodded continuously and agreed, "That's right, and the same goes for his men. My brother and I wanted to argue with them, but we didn't expect them to actually want to fight us."

Jingzhi paused with the carving knife in his hand and looked up at the two of them. "Are they fighting?"

There were no wounds on Qiu Sheng's face. She turned to look at Wencai, who immediately lowered his head, almost burying his face under the table.

He dodged quickly, but Jingzhi's eyes moved even faster, and the bruise on his cheekbone caught her eye instantly.

"Tsk, go to the kitchen and boil two eggs. Stop hanging around in front of Ah Jiu and stop worrying him."

After Wencai left, Qiu Sheng looked at the jar on the table that contained the female ghost and began to sigh again, "What should I do? I won't be haunted by her forever, will I? I don't want to shorten my lifespan either."

Jingzhi turned to look at the tightly closed study door and sighed, "Just wait, he'll figure it out eventually."

……

Qiu Sheng waited until the sun set.

He sat until his back and waist ached, but the study was still quiet, without a sound.

"Hey, Wencai and I are going to cook first. Can you help me persuade Master? If I wait any longer, your dear disciple will die!"

"...Tsk, you're not my apprentice."

Jingzhi put down the fine brush and carefully picked up Xiaolin Jiu on the table and looked at it carefully, "Does it look like it?"

"It looks quite similar." Qiu Sheng curled his lips. "Why pinch my master when you can pinch anything else? My master is enough for me to bear!"

"Tsk."

Seeing him slipping away so quickly, Jingzhi retracted her leg and walked towards the study.

"Knock knock knock."

"Ajiu?" she called softly.

"Come in." His voice was still low, and Jingzhi could not hear the emotion in it.

Jingzhi was a little unsure of his mood, but determined to cheer him up, she moved her cheeks, forced a big smile, pushed the door open and walked in.

"I've been sitting here for a long time, it would be nice to get some fresh air."

She pretended to be casual, put the little Ajiu in her hand next to his desk, then walked to the wall on his side and pushed the closed window out.

The stuffy air in the room was immediately replaced by the flowing evening breeze, which carried the cooking smoke and the sweet scent of her body that lingered in his nose.

The brows that had been furrowed for a long time slowly relaxed.

His eyes gradually moved down and fixed on the little Ajiu on the table who was wearing a yellow Taoist robe, waving a peach wood sword, and was smart and cute. Lin Jiu laughed softly.

Suddenly I felt that my whole afternoon of worrying was unnecessary.

If it was his senior brother...

No, it’s Shi Jian.

If Shi Jian insisted on attacking them, Lin Jiu would never show mercy.

"Come here," he said.

Jingzhi followed his instructions and walked over to the desk.

"What are you doing? I just opened the window. If Qiu Sheng and the others see it, you'll be blushing again."

Lin Jiu pulled Jingzhi to sit on his lap and gently wiped the yellow paint that accidentally rubbed off her face. "Just hug, nothing else."

After wiping the paint off her face, he reached out and gently picked up the figurine on the table to take a closer look. "Is it for me?"

Jingzhi nodded and put the small white cat hidden in her hand on Xiaolin Jiu's shoulder and stuck it, "Hey, it's just right here."