Zhang Hao took Han Um to his room, pointed to the chair and said, "Sit as you like. I will use the soul-chasing technique to see if I can trace your soul origin."
Han Um was still silent, just sitting quietly beside the bed, staring at Zhang Hao with his eyes fixed on him. "Can you ask you a question?" Zhang Hao tried to ask.
The other party did not respond.
Zhang Hao knew that the other party had listened to his words, so he continued to ask, "Why are you always looking at me so straight?"
"Because you are the only one here." Han Um finally spoke.
This weird reason made Zhang Hao laugh. He seemed to be somewhat lacking in emotions, and probably felt that this way of handling it is appropriate.
"The soul-chasing technique can trace the origin of your soul. Although it is just a low-level spell, it is sometimes quite useful. This job must be done by careful people. Yan Jun is busy with everything he has to do, and probably has no time to sort out the clues carefully. As for me, I should be able to find some clues."
Zhang Hao did not give an absolute answer, but for someone like him, it is already very rare to say such words.
"Okay."
Hanshan spoke again, and this time he gave an equally positive answer, saying that he would do it according to Zhang Hao's request.
Zhang Hao drew a magic circle in the middle of the room, letting the cold umbrella sit inside, and he sat directly behind him, bit his fingers, and drew a talisman on the yellow talisman paper.
As the talisman was completed, it suddenly floated up, floating above the head of the cold umbrella, emitting a faint yellow light.
At the same time, invisible golden "lines" seemed to be stretched out from all directions of the earth, which were the information collected by the talisman. Zhang Hao needs to receive and analyze these clues and messages.
This is a hard work, but he can only think of this method at the moment.
Not long after, Zhang Hao's face suddenly changed, and he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the cold umbrella with his back facing him.
…Nothing.
He felt nothing, and there was no trace of energy fluctuation. The person in front of me seemed to be an empty body with nothing inside.
Zhang Hao was unwilling to give up, so he took out a piece of talisman paper and drew a symbol similar to the Soul Chasing Technique on it.
Not long after, the answer was given above.
——The great evil has no soul.
In legend, people with great evil and soullessness all come from the indescribable place thousands of miles away from the Yellow Springs.
But, is there really such a place? If there really is a place that can transcend the order of the six realms, how could Zhang Hao know nothing? How could Yan Jun not explain the seriousness of this matter to himself?
Yan Jun is so cautious, he should have investigated it long ago, including the soul condition of Han Umbrella.
The ability of the cold umbrella to be delivered to him proves that he should not be a very important role.
Zhang Hao took back his spell, pretended to be nothing, and said, "Han Umbrella, can I ask you a question?"
Hearing this, Han Umbrella turned her head and still looked at Zhang Hao with the expression without any turbulence. Judging from his action of looking back, he should have agreed to ask Zhang Hao to ask questions.
Zhang Hao asked, "You don't remember anything, why do you still remember your name?"
"A man told me." Han umbrella replied. "What does that person look like?" Zhang Hao continued to ask.
"I can't see my appearance, wearing a black cloak, I gave me a piece of white paper, and asked me to wear the same clothes, pass through a door, and send it to a tomb." Han umbrella said word by word.
As the Han Umbrella finished speaking, Zhang Hao felt that his breathing was getting faster and faster.
Black cloak, white paper, in the tomb... Isn't this exactly the same as what Chen Feng said?
In other words, the person Chen Feng had met was really a Han Umbrella!
But what Han Umbrella means by "passing through a door"?
Is there anything special about that door that can travel through time and space? "Do you still remember the door?" Zhang Hao asked anxiously. "I don't remember." Han umbrella shook her head. "Where are the other clues about the man in black?" Zhang Hao continued to ask unwillingly.
"I don't remember." Hanshan answered the same way.
Zhang Hao said helplessly: "... Then why do you remember those things so clearly?"
"It was originally going to be forgotten." Han umbrella replied. "Ah?" Zhang Hao looked confused. What was he going to forget? Can he choose what he forgets?
The reason why people suffer is because they cannot forget something independently.
In this regard, is the cold umbrella a higher-level existence?
As Han Umbrella said more and more, Zhang Hao felt that this person was full of mystery. It was as if after I opened up a fog, there was another fog waiting for me behind me. "I will gradually forget all things over time. I don't know when I remember these things. I carved them on my body so that I won't forget them." As he said that, Han Um stretched out his arm.
I saw that the words were densely written on it, exactly the same as what he said just now, even the auxiliary words "天" and "天" were not bad at all. No wonder he was able to repeat it.
If he really remembers nothing and only records some of the keywords, he may not be able to repeat such a complete sentence.
This simplest way made him remember the most critical information.
It seems that we cannot start with his memory.
After realizing this, Zhang Hao was a little disappointed, but there was a trace of gratitude deep in his heart.
Luckily I didn't ask too deeply...
"Hanyun, do you think there is anything special about you?" Zhang Hao asked from a different angle.
Since I can't start with his memory, I have to explore it from his own feelings.
"No, it's just a bad memory." Hanshan replied. "Jun Yan said before, you only went to his place recently?" Zhang Hao continued to ask. "I don't know, I've forgotten." Hanshan replied the same way.
Zhang Hao sighed helplessly.
When Mr. Yan mentioned the word "recent", he used the word "recent", which proves that it will not be too long. Even for Yan Jun, who has lived for countless years, this "latest" will not be too long, and he has been dead for several years or months.
This indirectly shows that Han Umbrella's memory cannot last for too long, and will be forced to refresh for some reason and become nothing, including herself now.
The last thing he could remember was the information engraved on his arm.
For some reason, Zhang Hao suddenly felt that the person in front of him was a little pitiful.
The human soul is what fills the body. Without the soul, he will no longer be complete. Memorizing these things may not leave any traces in his vitality. "Han Umbrella, your affairs may be a little troublesome. I usually have to manage inns, so it is impossible to spend my daily time on your affairs." Zhang Hao said frankly.
Hearing this, Han Umbrella seemed to have expected such a result, lowered her head again, and did not answer, and she still looked like she was not sad or happy.
"I am the shopkeeper of Yin and Yang Inn. To put it more clearly, it is to do business between life and death. Maybe one day I will meet clues related to your affairs, and I will tell you when the time comes. You can go back to the underworld first." Zhang Hao continued.
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As soon as he finished speaking, Han Um stood up and walked towards the door.
Zhang Hao quickly shouted: "Or...you stay by my side, how about you doing things with me?"
Han Umbrella's footsteps came to an abrupt end. He stood still, without continuing to move forward, and even the steps he took remained unfinished, let alone a look back.
This person seems to be so calm, and his emotions seem to not exist to him. Even if there is, they cannot be seen from his back.
Zhang Hao thought to himself, afraid that he would be self-indulgent, so he grinned awkwardly and squeezed out a smile. He then spoke, "Of course, if you don't want to-"
Before the words were finished, the man slowly turned around, staring at Zhang Hao with a pair of deep black eyes, and said in a deep voice, "I do, stay here."
"You mean, this guy who has a stern face all day is going to stay here?" Fatty Wang licked the popsicle in his hand while looking around the cold umbrella sitting in the hall.
"That's right." Zhang Hao nodded. "Then I think I have to prepare more thick clothes." Fatty Wang muttered.
Zhang Hao understood the fat man's implication as soon as he heard it, but Hao Xie asked with a confused look on his face: "Why?"
Fatty Wang smiled wickedly, and pointed his fingers around Zhang Qilin and Han Umbrella, saying as if he were familiar: "One has a poker face all day long, and the other is as cold as ice. Do you think we are not cold enough here?"
After saying that, Zhang Hao and Fatty Wang looked at each other, smiling unscrupulously.
Hao Xie rolled his eyes helplessly and cursed angrily: "Get out! Can you stop joking with others all the time!"
Fatty Wang looked disdainful and curled his lips, "Yoyo, how long has Han Um been here? Are you protecting him like this? How do you know that he was not the eyeliner sent by Yan Jun to monitor our scrutiny?"
Zhang Hao did not interrupt. He knew in his heart that if Fatty Wang really had some doubts, he would never say these words in front of Han Um, and at most he would ask himself privately.
Now that he said this in front of everyone was actually showing his attitude - a little doubtful, but not completely doubtful, it depends on what the person involved said.
Han Umbrella naturally doesn't understand this kind of eye-catching work. He still lowered his head and remained silent. However, Zhang Qilin retracted his eyes that had been staying on Han Umbrella and slowly spoke: "I think that in a sense, he and I are the same type of people."
Hao Xie asked curiously: "It's all the blood of Qilin?"
"I don't know." Zhang Qilin shook his head.
Fatty Wang is an action-oriented person. As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves and walked over with big strides, "You'll know if you look?"
This time, Han Umbrella finally reacted. He subconsciously covered his arms and stared at Fatty Wang who was about to approach.
Zhang Hao knew nothing about his fighting style, worried that he was a dangerous person, and that what was hidden on his arm might not have been seen at all. So, Zhang Hao hurried forward to stop him.
"Okay, stop making trouble! Han Um's body does not have those emotional entanglements at all, so naturally there are no emotions and six desires. I can't understand your eyes. Just say anything to him directly, and don't touch his body, do you know?"
After hearing that Han Um was a soulless person, but he did not become a walking corpse, but still retained his consciousness, Fatty Wang's interest was immediately hooked up. "Oh, there are such people!" He was as excited as if he had discovered a new world, and he was spinning around the cold umbrella, but this time, he did not touch the cold umbrella again.
At this moment, Zhang Hao was about to say something when a voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"Hello, is this Yin-Yang Inn?"
Everyone turned their heads and saw a woman in a suit standing at the door. She had a low ponytail, a black and white suit, and black leather shoes. She had no other colors except black and white. Her face was heavy. Her dress and her heavy expression made people feel that she had just returned from a place like a mourning hall.
Zhang Hao quickly put away his laughing expression and said seriously: "Yes, this lady, please come in."
"Thank you." The woman nodded and walked in.
Zhang Hao noticed that a wisp of white smoke followed behind her, looming and very strange. "Madam, where did you know about our inn?" Zhang Hao asked curiously.
"I bought the news. I want to ask you to bring a body back from another province." The woman replied.
"If you just transport a corpse without corpse transformation, a general hearse is enough, and it is not suitable to find us. We are good at handling various supernatural events and will respond accordingly, so the fees are relatively high." Zhang Hao explained. "No, that person is dead, but the family doesn't know yet. I need to let her celebrate this birthday party without her family's knowledge, and then find a reason such as myocardial infarction to make her 'dead'." The woman said slowly.
The meaning is to make others think that person is still alive.
This kind of evil job naturally needs to be solved by places like Yin and Yang Inn. It is okay to let the "dead" survive. At worst, just let the corpse go with the corpse bell, but if you want to hide it from your family...
"We can't do this." Zhang Hao said bluntly, "When a person dies, he should tell his family and let them take him home. This way of treating dead people is not the style of our Yin-Yang Inn."
The woman took out a bank card from her suit pocket and handed it to Zhang Hao, saying, "There is one million in it. After the matter is completed, I will give you another three million."
The whole four million!
When Fatty Wang heard this, his eyes immediately lit up, and he rushed out, shouting, "I'll pick it up!"
"Fatty!" Zhang Hao warned Fatty Wang with his eyes, signaling him not to do anything randomly. (This chapter ends)