Treasure identifying Golden Finger

0Faang Cheng was the first to think of Ping Yi, the person who had blocked him at Qin An airport. Even if he wasn't the one who killed him, he must have been either his ally or a subordinate! The first time he saw Zhang Yang, he did not realize that the spirit energy he had was emitted by his own Soul Consciousness. Maybe it was because there were too many ancient items in his private exhibition hall, and all kinds of spirit energy were mixed together, that made him unable to clearly feel the difference in Zhang Yang's spirit energy.     1

    

"No need to guess, let's ask him …" Didn't you already know!? "    

    

Yin Xiaorou arrived in front of Yu Yien and stretched out her hand.    

    

"Give me the Soulcatcher Flute …"    

    

"Eh?"    

    

Yu Yien looked at the hand Yin Xiaorou extended over, then turned to look at Faang Cheng, seeing him nod her head, she opened the box and handed the jade flute over to her! Yin Xiaorou looked at the jade flute in her hand, then gently raised it to her mouth and slowly blew on it. The melodious melody of a flute began. After listening for a long time, one would feel that their soul had been cleansed!    

    

At the door, the two policemen who had just finished smoking and were about to return to the morgue to stand guard when they suddenly heard the hollow yet strange sound of a flute coming from the mortuary.    

    

"Ah …" "Where did the flute come from?"    

    

A young policeman tremblingly asked,    

    

"Okay …" It seems to be … "It seems to have come from that place …"    

    

The other policeman pointed in the direction of the morgue with trembling fingers.    

    

"This... How is that possible? You … "Go and take a look …"    

    

"Go …"    

    

"Go!"    

    

"Why should I go?"    

    

Two people … As they pushed each other around, no one was willing to go near that strange morgue …    

    

The ethereal sound of the flute echoed in the air. One, two … Many of the divine birds and Divine Beast in the vicinity had gathered here, causing the large mortuary to suddenly become crowded!    

    

Faang Cheng finally understood the use of the Soulcatcher Flute. Its use was... I can control those souls that I can't see or touch …    

    

Not far away, a person slowly walked towards them. His expression was puzzled, anxious and even a little irritable. His body seemed to be in a semi-transparent state, and he … It was showing off! He came to Yin Xiaorou's front with a puzzled face, and watched her playing the flute seriously!    

    

"Zhang Yang!"    

    

Faang Cheng gently called out.    

    

"Shh, don't be noisy, I'm listening to a beauty playing the flute …"    

    

Zhang Yang waved his hand at Faang Cheng, but when he turned back, Yin Xiaorou did not continue playing, she wiped off the jade flute, and placed it back into the box in Yu Yien's hand!    

    

"Why aren't you bragging?"    

    

Zhang Yang asked with a frown,    

    

"When I'm gone, I probably won't be able to hear such a beautiful flute anymore!"    

    

"I think you're saying that when you get down there, you won't be able to see such a good-looking girl, right?"    

    

Yu Yien ridiculed him.    

    

"Zhang Yang, who killed you?"    

    

Faang Cheng went straight to the point, he did not expect Zhang Yang to roll his eyes at him and did not reply.    

    

"I'm asking you something. Why didn't you answer?"    

    

Faang Cheng was a little depressed, were ghosts this unreasonable these days?    

    

"Why should I? If it weren't for you, would I have died? What do you want me to do with you? "    

    

Zhang Yang turned around and walked towards his corpse, unwillingness and anger evident on his face.    

    

"Originally, I was living well and could do whatever I wanted. However, because of your appearance, I lost my life. How much of a good attitude do you expect me to have toward you?"    

    

"But he gave you what you wanted? If not for one of his Soul Consciousness s being in your body, how could you have such an ability? This ability does not belong to you, but you have enjoyed it for dozens of years for nothing.    

    

Yin Xiaorou said without any trace of politeness.    

    

"You should thank him for letting you live a life that didn't belong to you for so long!"    

    

"I …"    

    

Hearing Yin Xiaorou's words, Zhang Yang was speechless for a moment. Seeing that he had nothing more to say, Faang Cheng took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it up and placed it on the ground in front of Zhang Yang, he raised his head and looked at Faang Cheng in shock, then sat down and started to smoke the cigarette.    

    

"What do you want to know?"    

    

he asked as he inhaled,    

    

"Who killed you? Did he take the Soul Consciousness from your body? Where did that man take the Soul Consciousness? "    

    

Faang Cheng squatted in front of Zhang Yang.    

    

"Who killed me? I wasn't able to see it clearly, but by the time I managed to react, I was already lying on the ground. However, I heard them speak, what about the Wind God's Soul Consciousness … They say that the Soul Consciousness cannot be eliminated from this world, but once they grasp one, you will not be able to integrate your soul. Sooner or later, they will enter death and enter reincarnation … "    

    

Zhang Yang smoked as he recalled,    

    

"Hey, are you some kind of Wind God? Then what if they take your thing away from me? Will he also die? "    

    

He asked curiously.    

    

"Perhaps... Do you know how! "    

    

"Hehe …" "Hearing that you might even die, I don't seem to be that angry anymore …"    

    

With a face full of schadenfreude, Faang Cheng did not care about his despicable heart and continued to ask.    

    

"Then where did they go …" You know what? Did they say that? "    

    

"I don't know …" Just because you heard what they said about finding the Saint King's Bone Box, you will never be able to find it … "    

    

Zhang Yang tried his best to recall,    

    

"Saint King's Bone Box?"    

    

Faang Cheng felt that this name was a little familiar, and he really didn't know what it was used for. He turned his head to Yin Xiaorou and asked.    

    

"What is a Saint King's Bone Box?"    

    

"Ah?" Oh … That is … by the bones of the Saint King Da Yu … a small box made of... In the world, if anything with spirit energy is to be placed inside, no matter how powerful the Ancient Grand God is, they will not be able to sense it! "    

    

When the Yin Xiaorou at the side heard Faang Cheng's question, it was obvious that she was a little nervous. After she stammered her answer to Faang Cheng's question, she walked to the side and lowered her head, thinking about something. It was obvious that she did not want to say anything more!    

    

Faang Cheng looked at the abnormal Yin Xiaorou, and did not ask much, but looked at Zhang Yang who was in front of him.    

    

"Then... Is there anything else you haven't done? I can help you one last time! "    

    

"What is incomplete? That's too much, but... Thinking about it carefully, I have lived for so long, but I don't have a single care in the world. My parents are long dead, and I have no love, no children, no family … It sounds a little sad! "    

    

Zhang Yang sighed, stood up, and looked at himself on the stretcher with a trace of reluctance in his eyes.    

    

"I …" Actually, I should have died a long time ago. "Ai, forget it. Let's go, I'm not that depressed!"    

    

He turned his head and looked straight at Faang Cheng for the first time.    

    

"Faang Cheng, I had written a will in my safe a long time ago. The content is very simple, whoever collects my corpse after I die, sends me to the grave to rest, the person can inherit all my property! The reason why I have all these is because of you, so … I'll give it to you, just manage them properly! "    

    

After saying that, his body gradually turned transparent, until it completely disappeared …    

    

— — The content is from [Mick Read]