My future diary cannot be the last one

"I really almost fell short."

Standing outside his ancestral home, Qi Hehua took a deep breath and let the unique rural air mixed with the smell of grass circulate in his body.

He loved doing it.

Because only in this way can he clearly feel that he is still alive.

Yes, he wants to live.

Want to live better.

"boom!"

At this moment, there was only a heavy muffled sound, and then the door of the ancestral house opened with a creaking sound, and two figures walked out one after another. Qi Hehua looked in response and immediately smiled slightly: "[Fan Hua] Hua Jingyuan is the most outstanding among the first-level commissioners of the Jinggui Division."

"You really recognize me." Hua Jing complained in a deep voice.

"I have to thank you." Qi Hehua bowed slightly: "If you hadn't killed me, I might not have been able to regain my sanity so quickly."

Xun Xi's guess was correct.

The reason why he was immersed in the so-called "immortal cultivation" before was mainly due to the influence of the supernatural power caused by the soul-returning night ritual.

After being reborn as a copycat and being purified by Hua Jingyue on Huihunye, he naturally got rid of the influence of supernatural power and regained the IQ that a capitalist should have. But to be honest, Qi Hehua still had some lingering fears because he almost failed completely.

If he hadn't been killed.

Then he would be trapped in the ancestral home by Qi Delong in his confusion. He would wait until the soul-returning night ceremony was over, and then die suddenly because of the failure of the ceremony.

Of course, he will still instinctively use his copying ability to resurrect by then.

But by that time, the soul-returning night ceremony had ended. The judgment of the murder game will regard him as the victim and Chidron as the murderer.

The murder game will also end.

After both rituals were over, even if he could be resurrected, he would not be able to be promoted again.

"How should I put it? It can only be said that it was a blessing in disguise. Although the hypocrites from the Relief Society gave my father the method to destroy my ceremony, they also set up the identity of detective and invited you here. In the end, something happened. My mistake gave me a chance to make a comeback."

“The Relief Society is really fair in that respect.”

At this point, Qi Hehua's eyes suddenly paused, then he glanced at Hua Jingyuan and Wu Maang, and said, "Speaking of which, there are three of you."

"Where's the last one?"

"He has left."

Hua Jingyuan said bluntly: "The double ceremony you constructed is indeed very clever, so we will hold you here until he brings reinforcements to solve it."

"Reinforcements? How scary."

Qi Hehua quickly patted his chest when he heard this: "Are they the special commissioners from Jingguisi headquarters? It is said that they are all monsters in human skin."

Qi Hehua's movements were very exaggerated.

However, Hua Jingyuan frowned upon seeing this. Because he found that although Qi Hehua looked scared, the expression on his face was unknown-

(Seems like you are really scared?)

Hua Jingyuan has a supernatural item that can tell whether a person is lying and grasp his psychological changes through his appearance, so he can discover it.

Qi Hehua seemed to be hiding something.

But soon, this doubt was temporarily thrown out of Hua Jingyuan's mind.

He has more important things to do now.

"OK OK."

Qi Hehua said with a relaxed expression: "So Commissioner Hua, and this shameless Commissioner, are you going to take the initiative to kill me, or are you going to let me commit suicide now?"

"Where are Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang?"

Hua Jingyuan did not answer, but continued: "What did you do to them?"

"My father and son?"

Qi Hehua shrugged upon hearing this: "Although I haven't killed them yet, they are all locked up. They will wait until I complete the ceremony and I am truly promoted before killing me."

".What's the meaning?"

"If I have to say it, it would be Zhanchenyuan."

Qi Hehua explained enthusiastically for some reason: "You should have heard from my son that I was killed by him. But in fact, that was the first step in the soul-returning night ceremony: being killed by a loved one. . From that moment on, I was an immortal who was not touched by the mortal world."

After hearing this, Wu Maang sneered: "It seems that your illness is not completely cured yet."

"It's normal that you don't understand."

Qi Hehua smiled slightly: "Of course, I can also explain it in a way that you can understand. You can regard this as a declaration of submission for joining the Earth Cult."

"A certificate of nomination?"

"Yes, because the human world is too filthy. In order to go to the legendary clean [Earth], we must get rid of all this filth on our bodies."

"It seems your condition has worsened again."

"Whatever you say."

Qi Hehua patted his sleeves, as if shaking off the dust on his body: "I know you are talking to me to delay time, but it's useless."

"You can't wait until reinforcements arrive."

"Because... I'm stalling for time too!"

As soon as he finished speaking, above the villager possessed by Qi Hehua, three slightly wilted flesh flowers suddenly lifted up, and in the center of the flower, three faces corresponding to old age, youth, and baby all opened their mouths, revealing a strange smile. , and then they all said loudly in unison:

"found it!"

"In the ancestral home!"

"Inside the mourning hall!"

Just hearing three voices overlapping together, Hua Jingyuan and Wu Maang's expressions suddenly changed when they heard the words. Qi Hehua showed a proud smile when he saw this:

"You seem to have hidden my body in some way."

"But obviously, the methods you used are far inferior to the person who left. After all, it is my body. As long as I spend a little effort, I can still sense it. And you seem to have misunderstood something. The object of soul copying, It’s not just the living!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Hehua fell to his knees.

"Bang!" Along with a muffled sound, Qi Hehua was seen grabbing the ground with his head, and he was actually hit to death in front of Hua Jingyuan and Wu Maang.

And almost at the same time-——

On the second floor of the ancestral house, there is a mourning hall where Qi Dongqiang once placed a shrine.

"Huhahahaha!"

Above the shrine, a tablet that read "First examine the spiritual position of Lord Qi Gongba and Lord Hehua Mansion" suddenly moved. Then the writing on it melted and fell off, turning into a mouth painted in red ink. At the same time, Between opening and closing his mouth, he really made a sound:

"It's really here!"

Qi Hehua rewrote it again.

But this time, the people he copied were no longer the villagers in the village. It was a spiritual tablet that he wrote down before his death. He had many similar things.

As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three holes.

Since the target of the soul cloning ability is not limited to living people, objects can also be used. Then he would naturally make more use of it and leave more escape routes for himself.

However, even Qi Hehua himself did not expect that Hua Jingyuan and others would so perfectly place his body next to the spiritual tablet that he could copy. Such a coincidence can only be said to be destiny.

"God help me!"

Qi Hehua glanced across the mourning hall and soon saw a golden nanmu coffin covered with a quilt.

"rise!"

With a thought in Qi Hehua's mind, the spiritual tablet immediately split open, and two small wooden hands appeared. They pulled off the quilt on the coffin, and then directly opened the coffin.

The coffin was opened, and inside lay a middle-aged man with a peaceful face.

"bring it on!"

Qi Hehua didn't hesitate at all, because he had already heard the fierce footsteps outside the mourning hall and the creaking sound of the wooden floor being stepped on. It is estimated that the two commissioners of Jingsi are running over as hard as they can, but unfortunately, in this game, the one who wins in the end is himself!

Qi Hehua jumped up.

The spiritual tablet happened to fall into the arms of the corpse in the coffin. Then Qi Hehua's consciousness began to rush rapidly from the spirit tablet towards the body of the corpse.

Immediately afterwards——

".Ah."

——

Qi Hehua heard a sly laugh.

He raised his head subconsciously, only to see his own corpse. At this moment, he suddenly raised the corners of his mouth. The originally peaceful face suddenly melted due to this movement, turning into a pool of earthy yellow corpse water scattered around, revealing a A face that was deeply etched in his memory.

It was the face of a young man.

At this moment, the spiritual tablet possessed by Qi Hehua almost shattered.

"It's you---!?"

What was lying in the coffin was not Qi Hehua's body.

But Xun Xi!

Almost at the same time, the door of the mourning hall also opened, and Hua Jingyuan and Wu Mao appeared outside. And a huge sense of crisis made Qi Hehua make an immediate decision.

He wants to run away, he can't stay here

However, before Qi Hehua could make a move, Xun Xi suddenly reached out and grabbed him. On the other side, Hua Jingyuan and Wu Maang, one on the left and the other on the right, directly lifted the coffin board that Qi Hehua had just overturned, and then It was tightly covered on the golden nanmu coffin where Xun Xi was lying.

"Boom!"

The coffin boards fell down and fit tightly.

Qi Hehua's vision instantly fell into darkness.