Infamous system

Since the Medicine Ghost Festival, Linshan City has been snowing heavily for several days.

Lingyue Mountain Yin is a forbidden area that the property management of the villa dare not set foot in. Naturally, no one came to shovel the snow to clear the way.

The snow in front of the villa was getting thicker and thicker. Except for the first day, it was barely possible to drive back and forth. In the next few days, it was difficult for people to trek out.

Shen Bo can't go out, but he has ghosts serving him delicious food and drinks, he doesn't feel bored at all, instead he stays happily in the villa, leisurely and carefree all day long.

After staying at home like this for a few days, the level of comfort has almost caught up with Shen Bo's ideal retirement life.

The weather has been getting better recently, and it is difficult for Shen Bo to change out of the soft pajamas at home and put on thick clothes for going out.

Because the snow hadn't completely melted, Shen Bo specially wore a pair of long riding boots. In addition to being non-slip, the boots with slightly higher soles also added beauty to him, making Shen Thin's legs more straight and slender.

When Shen Bo appeared in front of Yu Ze with unhurried steps, he was immediately amazed by this boy whose physical age was only 19 years old.

He even forgot to ask where Shen Bo was going, Yu Ze was deeply attracted by the temperament revealed by Shen Bo's gestures.

It wasn't until Shen Bo pushed open the door of the villa that Yu Ze came back to his senses. He ran forward quickly, and knocked on the floor with his bare feet, making a series of noises.

There was a strong wind blowing outside the door, and the moment Shen Bo pushed the door open, the air-conditioning was swept into the room.Before Shen Bo lifted his foot to go out, he heard footsteps behind him, he closed the door and turned around, facing the empty place behind him with a smile on his face, and said in a warm voice: "Slow down."

"Where are you going?"

A line of scrawled blood words appeared in mid-air. From the words formed by the stroke, it can be seen how eager Yu Ze is at this time.

He ran three steps away from Shen Bo and stopped.

"If you want to go out, you have to tell me."

After Yu Ze wrote the last sentence, he twitched and wrote the next sentence. His tone weakened, fearing that his fierce self would scare the beautiful and fragile prey.

There was no focus in his thin eyes, only reflecting the white furniture in the hall, but there was a gentle smile on his lips, and he calmed the restless ghost cohabitant with just one sentence.

"I'm going out to find a way to meet you."

Yu Ze was astonished, and took a step back. He opened his mouth slightly, and the voice in his throat was in sync with the words in blood:

"To see me?"

Yu Ze's voice was clear and bright, at first glance, he looked like a boy in a clean white shirt, even his voice was full of sunshine.It was rare for him to speak to a living person with a normal tone, but Shen Bo couldn't hear it.

"Is it for me?"

As a ghost, Yu Ze has been feared by people for 15 years. People who know his existence have exploded countless emotions in front of him. He has never felt like this moment. It makes him feel that the blood coagulated in his body is rushing again, and his cold heart is gradually recovering. .

Shen Bo nodded affirmatively to the air, and added a hint of narrowness to his gentle voice: "Before I come back, remember to dress up properly."

Shen Bo hadn't seen Yu Ze's real appearance yet, he imagined that scene, the smile on his lips widened, and added in a gentle voice, "For our first meeting."

After finishing speaking, Shen Bo opened the door and walked out.

He was certain in his heart that in the world of supernatural beings, there must be more than just "blowing out lights" as a way to make people see ghosts.

The winter is gently and intensely sprinkled, and as far as the eye can see, there are several small puddles of water melted by thick white snow under the sun, flowing quietly to the mountain depressions, and the fine sunlight is reflected on the water surface.

Shen Bo stepped on the thin snow and the pond, and walked towards the direction where the agent parked the car.

"Your life is really big!"

The intermediary hadn't seen him for a few days, and he became rounder again, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, admiring Shen Bo's hard life from the bottom of his heart.

While stretching out his hand to open the car door, Shen Bo replied: "The ghosts in this villa are even better than this villa." His expression was natural, as if something contained in this shocking sentence, but it was the same as usual.

Shen Bo called the agency early in the morning, and he slowly got up amidst the agency's startled and frightened shouts.After Shen Bo finished enjoying the breakfast with Lin Shan's unique taste, the agent also arrived at Lingyue Villa, so after Shen Bo changed his clothes, he didn't have time to talk too much with Yu Ze.

Shen Bo sat in the car, looked out at the villa through the brown car window, with gentle emotions in his eyes: "It's not as exaggerated as you said, he is not only friendly, but also helps me a lot."

"You!" The intermediary exclaimed, and he was scared out of cigarettes. He lowered his head and felt under the car seat, but he didn't feel it, so he simply ignored it.

The intermediary quickly sat up, stretched his neck and leaned towards the back seat of the car, his eyes almost popped out.

"You won't be bewitched by an evil spirit, right? That's a murderous ghost, and those who went in have never seen it coming out." The intermediary pointed in the direction of the villa and emphasized.

"What I said is true, I will buy this place, and you can come as a guest then."

"Be a ghost customer," the intermediary made a slip of the tongue impulsively, and then he thought about it for a while, and then said another way: "I don't want to be a ghost customer." But when he said it, it seemed strange again.

"Oh, whoever loves to do it anyway, I won't do it." The intermediary paused, and then returned to the original topic: "Brother Shen, you have to think about it, the people living there are..."

The intermediary sighed and told Shen Bo: "But Linshan Ghost King, do you think I haven't found someone to exorcise the evil? No matter how much I pay, those masters dare not accept it."

"Let me tell you, that ghost now makes you think he is good. It must be because you have something in you that he wants. Don't be blinded by temporary kindness."

Shen Bo's eyes gradually turned cold following the intermediary's words. No one would believe such a thing, and he met the same soul across three worlds, but he didn't want to explain. He just lifted his chin slightly and said indifferently: Bar."

The intermediary inexplicably sensed an irresistible power from Shen Bo, and subconsciously started the car. When he came to his senses, the car had already driven to Lingyue Mountain and was going downhill.

The intermediary secretly thought that Shen Bo was really stubborn and didn't know good people, but he couldn't say anything more, so he drove to Linshan City in silence.

The agent drove the car into the bustling market, turned into a narrow alley at a hidden intersection in the market, the agent slowed down the car, pointed to the only house in the alley and said to Shen Bo: "Here, the front is Master Jin's house."

After Shen Bo thanked him coldly, he got out of the car alone.

"You really don't want me to go with you?" The agent yelled softly while sitting in the car. He respected these masters who can communicate with gods and ghosts, and he didn't dare to speak loudly in front of other people's doors.

Shen Bo turned his head to look at the agent, and said indifferently: "No need."

The intermediary was worried that he would be kicked out of the door by Master Jin with the title of "academic plagiarism". He hesitated for a while, and wanted to persuade him out of worry.

Before the intermediary could speak, the old wooden door behind Shen Bo suddenly opened with a "squeak" and a rough and old voice came from the door:

"Come in, old man, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The agent hurriedly arranged his clothes in the rearview mirror, with a flattering smile on his face, got out of the car and trotted into the wooden door.

On the contrary, Shen Bo didn't like this kind of pretending, so he followed the agent leisurely, looked around, looking for the location of the camera, but couldn't find it.

It's no wonder that Shen Bo preconceived that Master Jin is incompetent, it's really that his four-word order of 'heavy sin' is too ridiculous.

In the morning, Shen Bo asked the agent to take him to visit the masters in Linshan City on the phone. The agent insisted that Shen Bo be the first to visit Master Jin. However, the driver of the car was in the hands of the agent. Shen Bo refused in vain and was taken away by the agent. come over.

Originally, he planned to ask a few scribbled questions before going to the next one, but depending on the enthusiasm of the agent, the two of them had to stay here for a while.

"Why are you here?!"

The intermediary's unbelievable exclamation came from the yard.

At this moment, Shen Bo stepped into the gate of the courtyard, and the large vats of white snow placed in the courtyard were the first to catch his eyes.

Then I heard a familiar voice: "I am destined to be a good person."

The intermediary felt that the soles of his feet had a branding iron, and he wanted to run out so hot, but he didn't dare to walk away in front of Master Jin. The intermediary rubbed his feet on the ground, and his body kept moving, as if he had something urgent to rush back .

Shen Bo gradually approached, and saw an old man dressed in rags, sitting around a square stone table with the Taoist priest of Mount Sumeru whom he met a few days ago. On the stone table was a chessboard. Win or lose chess game.

The intermediary moved his obese body closer to Shen Bo, and quietly opened the phone memo in front of Shen Bo:

There was a line in his memo: "I have to find a way to escape"

Shen Bo casually glanced at the phone screen, and didn't communicate with the agent after reading it.

The old man stroked his black and white goatee, shook his head and dropped the last sunspot, and the old god muttered: "The fate has already been set, and the destiny cannot be violated."

Heizi destroyed Baizi's last defense in an instant, and the chess game was a foregone conclusion.

Xu Xuanzhi, who was wearing a blue Taoist uniform, squeezed Heizi's hand and gently put it down, stood up and said, "This junior lost."

After speaking, he saluted Jin Yuandao as a disciple of Mount Sumeru. This kind of practice seems outdated and weird in modern society, but Xu Xuanzhi's actions were calm and upright, and he insisted on making this etiquette an ordinary greeting gesture.

"You little boy likes to do things in a rigid manner. You are really blind to your romantic appearance. This ancient etiquette has long been out of fashion."

Jin Yuandao's voice was rough and old, and he also spoke Lin Shan's local dialect. For a while, Xu Xuanzhi, who had an extraordinary demeanor, was set off as a noble young master who went to the countryside to experience life.

As Jin Yuandao spoke, he stood up and strode in front of the three of them. He walked vigorously, and he seemed to be very strong.

He raised his arms and called out, "All follow me."

Shen Bo followed behind Master Jin, the intermediary was one step behind him, and Xu Xuanzhi leaned on a cane and followed slowly at the end.

From the corner of Shen Bo's eyes, he noticed the abnormal walking style of the Taoist priest on Mount Sumeru, and frowned with some doubts. Obviously, he saw this Taoist priest with normal legs a few days ago, did he encounter disaster so soon?

Jin Yuandao brought the three of them to the lobby. There was an old table and chairs next to the door of the small room. On the wall facing the door was a portrait of Sanqing. It was supported by a gray brick.

With his back to the three of them, Jin Yuandao bent down and took out an ancient book with yellowed footers and some broken pages from under the altar, and read out a sentence from the book with an accent:

"Whoever asks for something will lose something."