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In short, the Uncle Zhuang said that after Hongtao left, he regretted not being able to muster up the courage to give Hongtao a real name.

But regret was regret, and after a while, his feelings for Hongtao also became less and less, after all, humans and ghosts were different, but he never would have thought that there would be such a day!

I was still immersed in the situation where Uncle Zhuang was supposed to have reached the end of his lifespan, so I couldn't help but ask Wu Ji how we could resolve this situation.

If the Uncle Zhuang was being pestered by some evil immorality, then he could still think of a way to expel the evil impurities. However, the Uncle Zhuang wasn't doing it for these, it was actually him that deserved to die, it was just because a ghost was desperately protecting him, helping her live.

Let's not talk about whether Wu Ji could help out in this matter, even if he could, but it was against the heavens right?

The Uncle Zhuang also seemed to understand the situation. He did not take the initiative to not see this, so was it possible to resolve it?

Or could it be that once he heard of Hongtao and heard that his lifespan had come to an end, he no longer planned to struggle?

Wu Ji replied very directly, saying that he couldn't help Uncle Zhuang.

The Uncle Zhuang himself did not have much of a reaction when he heard this, but the Principal seemed to still want Wu Ji to think of another way, but the words were immediately cut off by the Uncle Zhuang.

Under the circumstances, I didn't know how to respond. Seeing that we were unable to solve the problem for the Uncle Zhuang, the principal pulled him along and left. It wasn't hard to see the displeasure on his face when he left.

After they left, I immediately asked Wu Ji if what happened just now was true. Could Hongtao really be able to obstruct a person's life and death?

Wu Ji said that when he saw Uncle Zhuang, he was also very surprised, because all the yang flames on his body had already been extinguished.

As we have said before, there are three lamps, or three fires, on the shoulders and the top of the head. If you turn your head at will, one of the lamps will go out, and if both of them go out, the man will not be far from the top of the ghost's body.

These three lamps were in fact the yang fire on a person's body. The brighter the yang light, the weaker the yang light would be.

Of course, most people wouldn't be able to see this, but they could clearly see the wrongs and evils in front of them. Sometimes, these evils and evils wanted to possess the human body in order to achieve some sort of goal.

Sometimes, in order to extinguish the yang fire in a person's body, these evildoers would use some methods to make a person extinguish the lamp on their shoulder.

For example, most people had heard people calling out to you in the middle of the night, don't just turn around and say that they were worried that you would be called by a name and then answered by a soul after being called by a monster!

However, this was only to prevent you from turning around and extinguishing the yang flames on your shoulders. If you were to maintain your yang energy, you would be helpless even if you were to encounter any ghosts or evildoers.

However, if you were to easily turn around and answer, your yang energy would become weaker. That would mean that you would have to follow the wishes of the ghosts and evildoers, taking advantage of your weak yang energy and your unstable state of mind to easily possess your body!

And when the three Yang Flames on a person's body were extinguished, there were only two possibilities. One was that they were dead, and the other was that they were about to die. There was no other possibility.

But Uncle Zhuang was clearly a living person standing in front of him, yet all three of his bodies were burnt to ashes. This made even the usually calm Wu Ji unavoidably surprised.

When I first saw the principal this morning, although he didn't say that he wouldn't help, he didn't really intend to trouble himself with this matter. He simply agreed on account of my face and wanted to help out a little.

However, after seeing Uncle Zhuang's situation, he was completely focused. He wanted to know just what had happened, so he carefully calculated the result using the word 'birthday'. The result still surprised him.

"But you can deduce everything that has happened to the Uncle Zhuang from just eight words, but how did you know the name Hongtao?"

I'm curious about that.

Wu Ji paused for a while before replying, "Hongtao has been by his side the entire time!"

I was stunned at first, but then I felt my hair stand on end. "Hongtao was just by Uncle Zhuang's side?"

Wu Ji nodded, and said that Hongtao had appeared in front of him, and hoped to use him to explain his love for the Uncle Zhuang, so Wu Ji found out about Hongtao.

Furthermore, he also told the Uncle Zhuang that Hongtao had interfered with his life and death through her own obsession. But she did not tell Uncle Zhuang that Hongtao was afraid that she would never have another life, and even if she was able to protect Uncle Zhuang by herself in the end, what awaited her would be the Boundless Hell!

I believe that hell exists in the underworld to make the dead repay the sins they owed when they were alive, and what hell is it like in the underworld to fry oil pots and pull out tongues...

"Then we don't do anything about it?" I don't know what position or attitude I should take in this matter.

Although Uncle Zhuang has already reached the end of his lifespan, and it's only the time of theft, but Uncle Zhuang is still a living man in front of us, do we really just watch him die?

One side was the irrefutable cycle of the Heavenly Dao, while the other side was the obsession of mankind …

Wu Ji said that even if we wanted to help, we wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Right now, the only reason why Uncle Zhuang is still alive is because Hongtao is standing in front of him, but Hongtao is just a ghost after all.

Furthermore, even though it had only been stolen for a month, the Uncle Zhuang had been in a constant state of affairs for the past month, and had brushed past the Death God several times. Who knew how many times such accidents would happen, and Hongtao would eventually be powerless once.

I listened in silence for a long time. It was hard to imagine a woman loving a man so much that she was willing to die for him, even to the point of losing her soul!

As an outsider, I have no right to judge whether or not Hongtao's actions were worth it, and whether or not Uncle Zhuang's actions were right or wrong.

But since even Wu Ji said that I was powerless, then I will not continue to stay on this matter.

It's just that two days later, when I returned to the apartment, I found that Wu Ji wasn't there, so I sent him a message asking where he went.

After a while, she received a call from him, only then did she learn that he had attended Uncle Zhuang's funeral!

It turned out that at noon that day, when Uncle Zhuang just got off the bus, he was suddenly hit by a motorcycle and fell onto the ground. His head hit the street corner, and when the ambulance came, he was already breathless.

Because of the previous incident, the Principal was worried that Uncle Zhuang would have some sort of trouble after death, so he looked for Wu Ji, hoping that he could help to manage the funeral and give some pointers to the dead Uncle Zhuang and Hongtao.

The person I met two days ago suddenly disappeared like that. Although I had long thought that the Uncle Zhuang would probably die a violent death soon, when they actually arrived, I was still astonished.

He was worried that something would happen to him, so he stopped driving or even taking a taxi. However, he didn't expect that he would not be able to escape. Although the last kill was slightly different, it was still related to the car on the road.

After all, Uncle Zhuang and I had met once, and said that I wanted to go and burn an incense's worth of time on it, but Wu Ji didn't allow me to attend his funeral.

I was a little taken aback by the seriousness of his words, and thought to myself, If I don't go, I won't go. Why does it seem like I'm not going to the funeral, but rather to commit suicide?

Afterwards, I casually ordered some takeout food in the apartment and ate it while watching TV. When Wu Ji came back, it was already past 8.

"Why did you come back so late?" I saw him come back and offered him a glass of water.

Wu Ji looked a little tired, he took a sip of the water, then looked at me with a serious expression.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I looked down at myself strangely and didn't find anything strange on my body.

Wu Ji instantly retracted his gaze and placed the cup on the table, which was a little heavy.

"Did something happen?" I saw he was a little strange, so I asked him.