Guess 88

  No matter how hard the government tries to conceal the news of zombies, it can't be faster than Peng Haotian.

  The existence of zombies gradually appeared in people's cognition, and was confirmed in the curiosity and pursuit of countless people. Naturally, such curiosity also made countless people suffer.

  After all, even Peng Haotian couldn't control the behavior of every single zombie, especially those lowest-level black zombies that were like walking corpses.

  Douglas did not return as people had expected.

  A year has passed just like this.

  Du Kongyang took Huaxian away from Peng Haotian's villa, and naturally, this had something to do with Xiao Qingzhu.

  Otherwise, Peng Haotian would not easily let go of Huashan, a chess piece that can control Du Kongyang.

  The little guy took on the responsibility of the Du family, but in just one year, she had already grown to be as big as a four or five-year-old child, with a few sparse words like Du Silin, and a pair of black shiny eyes that still showed the mischievousness of a child.

  As the zombies were exposed, the identity of Yin Yang Tian Shi was also gradually known to people, but the two major families of Du and Mu Rong, who were also Yin Yang Tian Shi, had not been dug up under the deliberate low-key of the crowd. Instead, there were some Wang family, Song family and other previously unheard-of families.

  Thus, the yin-yang master became a highly sought-after yet mysterious profession.

  That year, no one saw Xiao Qingzhu again, including Peng Luofei.

  Xiao Qingzhu disappeared suddenly, just like Du Siling. It's unknown what method she used to make Peng Luofei unusually calm, no longer drinking or smoking, and once again picking up his pen to write her book.

  On this day, Jing Jie was in the kitchen learning cooking skills with Ye Huanxi, Fang Feng and Dong Shuanghe were playing chess in the living room, Haozi was teaching Zhi Xing homework in the study, and the little guy and the grown-up egg tart were frolicking in the courtyard, everything seemed to be happening like every day in the past.

  Chu Feng's sudden appearance almost made everyone stop what they were doing.

  Chu Feng had been secretly training a large army with the Ghost Spirits as its units, under Du Shilin's intention. So far, Chu Feng has done a great job, and this army has made a significant contribution to stopping Peng Haitian's actions.

  However, five hundred vengeful spirits arrayed against countless zombies; even if one could take on a hundred, it would only slightly slow down Peng Huan Tian's pace, not stop him.

  Also because of this, Chu Feng often sneaked around, except for the regular times when he had to bring Xiao Xi Yue to see the egg tarts, usually no one could be seen.

  At this time, Chu Feng was as weak as a dandelion, and with just one blow of the wind, he would scatter.

  "Chu Feng, what happened? How did you get so seriously injured?" Feng Wu stepped forward to examine him and said with a serious expression.

  Chu Feng opened his mouth, but he didn't have the slightest strength to say anything. If it weren't for that puppet made by Du Shilin that could absorb and nourish souls, he might not have been able to come back at all.

  "Not right", Fengfeng, Jingji, and Dong Shuanghe almost exclaimed in unison, with Jingji even subconsciously covering her mouth.

  Only Ye Xuan and Fang Fang heard the noise coming from the study room, while Hao Zi and Zhi Xing looked somewhat bewildered.

  "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

  Dong Shuanghe hadn't had this dry, chapped lip feeling for a long time, but today she seemed to be experiencing it once again. She stuck out her tongue and licked it lightly, biting down hard on her lower lip, her voice husky yet somewhat hollow: "His soul is incomplete."

  "Seventeen, what do you think?" Feng turned his head to look at Dong Shuanghe. After a year of getting along with him, she deeply understood that although Dong Shuanghe was young, he had extraordinary experiences that were not common among people. To some extent, he could be called a genius, and it seemed that there was nothing in the world that he didn't know or wasn't involved in.

  Dong Shuanghe furrowed his brow, his eyes uncertain, and remained silent for a long time, with a contemplative expression.

  "Judging from Chu Feng's appearance, it seems that he has lost more than one soul or a spirit, it's not that simple," Dongfang River said as soon as he opened his mouth but then fell silent for a moment. "Fortunately, the life soul is still there, so his life should be safe, only afraid that he will be weak for a while."

  It was said that Dong Shuanghe said that Chu Feng's life was not in danger, and everyone's heart relaxed for a moment. As the saying goes, "worrying leads to chaos", but Dong Shuanghe, she had been taught since childhood to be calmer in more urgent situations, and to objectively examine the overall situation from an outsider's perspective, which is also why she often hit the nail on the head with just one sentence.

  Murong Luyu and Du Siyan rushed over as soon as they heard the news, also confirming Dong Shuanghe's words.

  Chu Feng indeed still had his life and soul, but it was just a remnant of his soul and spirit.

  "The soul is where everyone stores their memories, so even if he's fine, his memories will still be incomplete, and maybe not even leave a single trace." Murong Liuyue said.

  It's already a blessing in disguise that Chu Feng is still alive at this moment. He is a ghost spirit, and his death will no longer be accompanied by the start of reincarnation, but truly means passing away, dispersing between heaven and earth, perhaps turning into dust, or perhaps leaving nothing behind, returning to the most primitive place.

  Murong Luyu's spell opened up the human form of Chu Feng's puppet, allowing him to recover better. The puppet made by Du Shilin was already a spiritual one, and searching the world over might not yield a better one.

  And this puppet is made of materials that are tied to Chu Feng's heart. As long as his heart has something to hold on to, his soul will not disperse.

  The sky is clear, but the air pressure in the house is frighteningly low. Even the usually heartless and ruthless egg tart felt the abnormal atmosphere, quietly lying on the edge of the sofa, not making a sound, only staring around with its big round black eyes, its tail occasionally rising and falling, wanting to wag its tail to make its owner happy but also feeling somewhat anxious.

  The little guy patted the egg tart's head, and only then did it calm down, quietly and obediently putting away its own tail.

  "Why is Chu Feng like this?"

  After a long silence, Feng finally clenched his fist and pounded the sofa, saying.

  "I think," Dong Shuanghe paused, and everyone's gaze was drawn to her. She clasped her hands together under her chin, furrowed her brow, and in that moment, everyone read a word in her eyes: wisdom.

  It's not an exaggeration to describe Dong Shuanghe as wise. She is like a comprehensive encyclopedia that can understand the entire world, and her eyes can dispel the complexity of the world like wisteria flowers. The longer you are with her, the more you will be convinced by her wisdom. If they were a team, Du Siling would be the heart, the core, then Dong Shuanghe must be the brain, the super brain.

  "I've been thinking about Peng Haotian's purpose in absorbing souls all along, and it wasn't until recently that I had some leads." Dong Shuanghe fell silent for a moment before continuing, "I reviewed all the historical records of the Unyielding Bones, and found that although they weren't benevolent beings, they wouldn't do things that harmed the heavens or went against reason. They would awaken once every certain period of time, roughly between twenty to fifty years, but this time, he exceeded his usual habits."

  "What does that have to do with him sucking out your soul?" Jing Jie asked in pursuit.

  "Wait for me a moment." Dong Shuanghe said and got up to go to the study room, when she came back, there was an extra tablet in her hand.

  "Look at this news," Dong Shuanghe opened one of the folders on the table, pointed to a picture, which was a clipping from a newspaper, talking about a couple jumping off a building in a certain city hospital more than 20 years ago. Dong Shuanghe pointed to the only figure standing on the high-rise building looking down at the blurry mass of blood and flesh below, and asked: "Do you think this person looks like who?"

  Dong Shuanghe didn't say anything, it was fine. Once he spoke, everyone discovered the inconsistency. This person was obviously standing on the rooftop like that couple who jumped off the building, and although the photography technology decades ago wasn't advanced, it was enough to capture his facial features.

  Yes, it's indeed Peng Haotian. More than 20 years have passed, but time has left no mark on his face.

  "I went to investigate the information about this couple, and the man's name is Luo Qian, who was a famous writer at that time. What else do you think?" Dong Shuanghe's gaze swept over the crowd lost in thought. "If I'm not mistaken, the technique of condensing soul and gathering spirit that Taiguang practiced back then should have mentioned something about rebirth. This is also why Peng Hua Tian would take action against Taiguang who had not yet been born. He wanted to see if the Du family's rebirth method could really bring Taiguang back to life, but he didn't expect Taiguang to defend himself before birth, and his spiritual power was beyond his imagination. So, Taiguang narrowly escaped a disaster, and his ultimate goal should be to let Luo Qian reborn. I went to read all of Luo Qian's works during that period and found something interesting - Luo Qian should be Peng Hua Tian's lover. By the way, let me guess again: Peng Luofei should be Luo Qian's daughter, which can also explain why she, as a non-Boneless daughter, is just an ordinary person."

  "Peng Haotian's private past can be known by you, it's really a waste that you didn't become a journalist at seventeen." Dong Shuanghe's consecutive guesses greatly eased the heavy atmosphere, and Jing Jie, who was originally lively, joked.

  "The method of Taiguang cultivation's soul condensation and spirit gathering, I haven't seen it before, but what the 17th said should be correct. The rebirth method does exist, I've seen descriptions of the soul condensation and spirit gathering method in the ancient books of the Murong family." Murong Luyu's tone was filled with admiration for Dong Shuanghe, able to infer so much from just a few clues, something ordinary people couldn't do.

  "If it's like that, I should still have a bigger guess." Dong Shuanghe fell silent for a moment before suddenly speaking again.

  Ye Huanxi gazed at Dong Shuanghe, who was right in front of her, with a smile filling her eyes. Among all the people, she was naturally the one who understood Dong Shuanghe the most. However, over the years, Dong Shuanghe had been hiding his wisdom too well, and even Ye Huanxi had never seen his past. But at this moment, Ye Huanxi seemed to have caught a glimpse of the young and reckless Dong Shuanghe, who was pointing at thousands of soldiers from afar.

  "I've calculated the frequency of Peng Haotian's soul-snatching, and although it's been on an upward trend recently, it's gradually becoming flat. So I think he should be close to getting the number he wants. There are only two months left until July 15th, the day with the most yin energy in a year. I think Peng Haotian will do what he wants to do on that day, but this is just my speculation."

  "Hmm." The little girl blinked her clear black and white eyes, seemingly thinking about something. Her index finger was stuffed into her mouth, her eyebrows furrowed tightly together, but finally she seemed to have come to a conclusion, relaxing her brow and leaving behind a faint mark.