It's hell, my lord

After Zhu Xingchen sent He Xian back to the dormitory, he did not go back to his room directly, but sneaked into the dormitory where Gao Lan died. Because of the blessing of the invisible talisman, Zhu Xingchen did not encounter any obstacles and entered easily. the dormitory.

If what Wei Zhanhong said was true, Gao Lan definitely had a lot of grievances after his death, but why didn't he go back to seek revenge on them?Zhu Xingchen lit the white paper with Gao Lan's birthday and a wooden talisman together, but the white smoke scattered around and couldn't gather into a bunch at all.

He frowned, gathering souls, if he died here, there is no reason why he couldn't recruit one soul, and no matter how bad the soul gathering talisman was, it would guide Gao Lan's soul in the direction.Then there are only two possibilities - first, Gao Lan didn't die here; second, Gao Lan's soul has been broken up.

The first possibility can be denied, because the dormitory is lifeless, and there are indeed signs of death.And the feng shui pattern here is very strange, but Zhu Xingchen can't tell where the strangeness is.The room 301 downstairs, which is the room where Zheng Chengfeng lives now, seems to have been set up by someone, and all the yin and yang qi are swallowed up, forming a weird balance of yin and yang.

Zhu Xingchen's expression froze, this feng shui pattern miraculously matched his community.

In the blink of an eye, it was the next morning, and Zhu Xingchen planned to take care of Bai Xuan's business.Baixuan seems to really put his heart into running this breakfast restaurant. Although this guy doesn't know anything except collecting money and kicking teeth and spanking with students, everything else is done by the original boss, a hardworking young lady. doing.

"What delicious food do you have here?" Zhu Xingchen stood at the door.

Bai Xuan rolled his eyes, and took out a white board out of nowhere, on which was written - not for sale to Zhu Xingchen and the dog.

Speaking of which, the night when Zhu Xingchen found He Xian, he thought that besides reading books, He Xian also occasionally draws Chinese paintings and writes calligraphy. He Xian is good at these two hobbies. Very awesome.

So Zhu Xingchen went to this thousand-year-old wolf demon——Bai Xuan, to beg for some hair, but failed.In the end, he had to fight hard. Even though Bai Xuan was strong and strong, he was still no match for the shameless Zhu Xingchen. I got my wish and grabbed a lot.

Bai Xuan regained his composure the next day, and immediately made a sworn feud with Zhu Xingchen, vowing that if he did not avenge "tail hair" in this life, he would not be worthy of being a wolf!

Zhu Xingchen waved his hand indifferently: "Isn't it just a few hairs? What's wrong with doing something for your sister-in-law? But it's good for the old master to praise your hair, but it's a pity that wolf hair is not the material of Langhao pen, grass has been deceived by its name Now, I have to catch a weasel when I have time."

"Go away, I don't want to see you now."

"No, I want to ask you something." Zhu Xingchen acted like "what is a face in the world?", and pulled Bai Xuan to the back door of the breakfast shop, and told Bai Xuan all the recent investigations.

Bai Xuan stroked his silver hair thoughtfully: "Actually, there may not be only two situations. Have you heard of soul control?"

"Hmm." Zhu Xingchen was stunned: "I don't know, but I can probably guess what it is?"

"It's the same as the corpse control you told me some time ago—since the puppet control technique has the same method, let the soul person take the lead, and the underground will think that the soul is gone, so they won't send Yin soldiers to catch the same person. , the controlled soul is no longer the original person, and those with clever means can directly make it their own puppet."

"So if Gao Lan is killed by this kind of soul control technique, then there is a possibility that I can't find his soul?" Zhu Xingchen paused, and then said: "That is to say, the person behind the scenes may manipulate Gao Lan to commit murder. Is it these or go to sleep?"

Bai Xuan nodded: "Yes, and a person who can control the soul will never be inferior to you and me, so it is very possible that the strange Feng Shui pattern you mentioned was also established by him."

Zhu Xingchen: "Then maybe I can start with Zheng Chengfeng, because that person is most likely protecting him, so he set up a formation so that the evil spirit will not affect their dormitory."

"This can only be used as a hypothesis, a breakthrough."

"Oh, thanks." Zhu Xingchen stuffed a handful of wolf fur into his hand, in order to prevent Bai Xuan from erupting and causing unnecessary injury to people, Zhu Xingchen disappeared after running two steps.

"Bastard." Only Bai Xuan was left alone, holding a handful of wolf hair sadly. If he really made a writing brush for He Xian, he could go over and have a look at it occasionally, and feel hurt when he saw it. After all, it was his tail. Best hair ever.But being so ruthlessly ruined, Bai Xuan felt like "a river of sadness flows upstream".

Zhu Xingchen turned to another street, thinking about changing He Xian's taste, and saw many high school students sitting in the steamed stuffed bun shop beside him. He expected that the taste of homemade buns should not be bad, so he walked in: "Boss, two cages. Custard buns, two bean paste buns, er, a few brown sugar steamed buns, and then a cup of soy milk and a cup of mung bean paste, soy milk without sugar, mung bean paste with more sugar, thank you."

"Take away or eat here?"

"Packing." Zhu Xingchen found a place to sit down inside, then activated a talisman under the table, and listened intently to the corner of the wall.

In the beginning, it was all kinds of celebrity gossip and daily life. Zhu Xingchen was not interested in such topics at all, so he almost took the lead and died on the spot.Later, a girl said that a certain star raised a kid, and another girl immediately followed up.

"Hey, speaking of this, have you heard about the inexplicable drowsiness of those students in the third year of high school?"

Another girl said: "Didn't the head teacher tell us not to discuss this? He said that there is no real announcement, so that no one can talk nonsense outside."

"No, I heard from a third-year senior a few days ago that he saw a student who received an invitation letter before he fell into a coma. Not many people knew about it. In order to prevent students from getting nervous, the school asked these people not to say anything about it. go out."

"Then he still told you—hey, what invitation letter?" The girl moved her head closer with interest.

Another girl lowered her volume and whispered: "The invitation letter is in black and white. At first the boy thought it was someone's prank, but when he opened it, it read: 'Dear Mr. Zhou Xiaohui, we sincerely invite you to come to Hell. ’ Signature is—hell.”

"No way, is this a prank?"

"But Zhou Xiaohui heard that he fell into a coma in the end, and the previous few people heard that they all received an invitation letter like a ghost. At first, they thought it was someone else's prank. Flee bad luck."

Zhu Xingchen was fascinated when he heard it, when the boss suddenly patted him on the shoulder: "The bun is ready."

"Oh." Zhu Xingchen came back to his senses: "How much?"

"19 dollars."

Zhu Xingchen paid the money, and ran all the way to the staff dormitory. He thought about it all the way, but he didn't understand what the meaning of this "hell" was signed. Is it the product of this person's second disease?Or is he overinflated, thinking that he can win the filthy hell?

Or is this product itself hell?This is too chicken-baby nonsense, besides, it is not clear whether the girl heard it from hearsay, so it would be foolish to jump to conclusions.

"Here, I bought all the steamed stuffed buns you usually like, and you pick and eat them yourself, and I'll share the burden for you if you can't finish them." Zhu Xingchen put breakfast on the dining table, and said to He Xian who was writing lesson plans on the sofa.

Bi Fei, who just came out of the toilet, stared pitifully at the steamed stuffed buns on the table: "Is there any share for me?"

"No." Seeing that He Xian didn't come, Zhu Xingchen graciously hugged a basket of custard buns and sat next to He Xian, then handed a small bun to He Xian's mouth, and the latter took it directly with his mouth.

Bi Fei suddenly felt that he was a little blind. The heart of a single dog + straight man was hit by 1000 million points: "You guys... have such a good relationship ahahahaha."

Zhu Xingchen himself stuffed a custard bag into his mouth: "You've been watching us, what else do you want to see?"

"Then I'm going to the cafeteria..." Bi Fei ran down nervously.