If you don't save Shoujun, you will die [Transmigration Book]

It has been two days since Mai Sang left the apartment.

Zhou Ku was a little restless.

Who knows that it will not be so peaceful when there is a creature on the bed, and the time that the other party stays is not three or four days, but two years.

This means that everything he did in this room in the past two years has been seen up and down by the other party, and the feeling of privacy being silently peeped keeps him in a complicated state.

There is no need to think about writing the manuscript. The feeling of someone watching the screen nearby made him unable to move his hands on the keyboard. The residual feeling of being intensely watched repeatedly reminded him of what he saw after the tears were wiped away——A Chuan leaned on his At the head of the bed, as if admiring the antique vase, the translucent hands gently hold the folded quilt. This amazing picture is enough to shake his three views of science for more than 20 years.

When the effect of Niu's tears gradually faded, A Chuan in his eyes changed from clear to blurred until it disappeared, and everything returned to its original state, as if it was no different from usual.

But he knew very well that Ah Chuan was there, watching him motionlessly.

Using a lighter to gather the flames, Zhou Ku lit a cigarette and faced the window feeling melancholy, opened a corner of the green gauze curtain, and the sky like a dark blue curtain presented scale-like gray clouds.

He exhaled white mist, curling smoke lingered around him, the phone that was originally on the table rang suddenly, and the caller ID: Mai Sang.

Taking a quick puff of the cigarette, he took the cigarette out of his mouth with his thumb and forefinger, and immediately connected the phone.

"Maisang?"

"Pants, let's cut a long story short."

The people over there seemed to be preparing something in a hurry, and the plastic bag made a shaking noise:

"Has there been any murders in your house since it was built?"

"what?"

Hearing this question as soon as he came up, he almost choked on the unfinished smoke from his mouth.

"Do you know why Achuan appeared in your apartment two years ago?"

"Why?" Zhou Ku asked.

After a slight pause, the person on the other end of the phone said:

"Because he 'died' two years ago, that apartment is an estate under his name."

"what?"

Shocked, Zhou Ku was stunned.

"I don't want to tell you so much. Go and find out if anything happened to your apartment two years ago, something related to the Shaodong family. Remember, you must ask Achuan's name, his original name! Absolutely not. Wrong, you know?"

"Oh, well..."

"I'll go shopping with Brother Yang first. I have important things to do later. If there is no accident, your Achuan can go back tonight, but the premise is that we must find out his name... Fuck, your second uncle is here. Hurry up, hurry up—then worship first."

There was only a busy tone on the phone, and Zhou Ku stared at the phone suspiciously. The last sentence "Second Uncle" seemed not to him, but to another person, and he didn't know where Mai Sang and his new boyfriend are now. What to do... This kind of person who is involved with ghosts and gods always has an inexplicable ominous feeling.

Forget it, he can't control Mai Sang's current emotional life, so let's investigate according to the other party's instructions, and call directly without sending a message, which seems to be a very important matter.

Putting on his mobile phone, he glanced at the empty bed, touched his clothes to make sure he was fully dressed, then opened the door and went to the property office.

……

Squeezing into the room with big bags and small bags, the two people who were almost followed by the gloomy second uncle quickly closed the door.

Throwing the two bags of things on the bed, Tu Caoshou sat down in the soft quilt and made a muffled voice:

"Fuck, I was scared to death. It feels like your second uncle has been staring at us since yesterday, and he almost followed us to the door. He almost didn't come in with us."

"..."

Jie Keyang didn't speak, walked to the bedside and rubbed his lover's fluffy black hair, then opened the plastic bag and began to look down at the contents, took out a small porcelain plate and two pieces of cinnabar, and picked out a few pieces of yellow paper.

He poured out the cinnabar and mixed it with water. He found a small hard glass bottle, crushed and ground the lumps of cinnabar with the bottom of the bottle, then skillfully picked up a brush and dipped it into a little red, and began to draw symbols on the paper.

The first three paintings are the most detailed and have been drawn for a long time. From the angle of Tu Caoshou lying on his back, he can only see the profile of the other party, and the outline is somewhat transparent by the light.

"You really know how to draw. This system is really amazing. You can master whatever you can master, just like playing a game."

Getting up from the bed, he leaned over and picked up one of the talisman papers to dry. The paper was full of incomprehensible characters and patterns, and there was a section in the middle, which seemed to be filled with things.

Glancing at the skeleton clock hanging on the wall, it showed that it was exactly nine o'clock in the evening, which was about three hours before they started.

"I don't know if the underpants can find the name in time..."

Putting the dried talisman back on the table, he lay down again and sank into the quilt, mumbling.

Jie Keyang continued to bow his head and draw symbols, as serious as a middle school student preparing for the college entrance examination.

He sat in a stable posture and his expression didn't change much. It was as easy as writing tutorial questions and homework for various subjects. But if someone who really knows how to do it stood here watching, he would definitely be very surprised or shocked by the scene in front of him— —Writing talisman seals will inevitably consume spiritual power, and sometimes it is possible to write continuously for three days and three nights, because the spiritual power in the body cannot flow to the talisman paper so smoothly, even if it is a person who has been cultivating for ten years. It is easy to draw several large talismans in one night, not to mention not a few but dozens of them now.

Ordinary people may not be able to collect all the talismans he has drawn in the past few hours after practicing for a lifetime.

But Jie Keyang's spiritual power didn't even produce any fluctuations.

"Put this on the door."

He took out a talisman and handed it to the person who buried his head in the quilt. He supported his chin with the back of his hand holding the pen, intending to give the bored person something to do.

"Ah good."

Looking up to receive the talisman, Tu Caoshou jumped up from the bed, looked left and right, except that the pattern was different from the previous talisman, he couldn't see any way out, so he subconsciously opened the drawer:

"Hey, do you have glue here? There is no double-sided tape on the back of this talisman, how can it stick?"

"Just paste it directly." Jie Keyang said.

Tu Caoshou:? ? ?

Walking to the door with question marks all over his head, he slapped the talisman on the solid wood door. After letting go, he was surprised to find that this talisman was really stuck on it!And it can't be torn off, it is stronger than 502 glue.

"Is it so magical?!"

He was completely shocked by this unscientific technology.

Jie Keyang looked at him with a smile, and after gathering all the expressions that flashed across his face, he lowered his head to draw a talisman—although the process was fleeting, Tu Caoshou clearly saw it. In this person's eyes, there is a slight pride in the success of the show.

"What kind of talisman is this? It's so magical, or can all talismans stick like this?"

Curiously touching the lines of the cinnabar, the marks on the paper suddenly raised, as if something was trying to squeeze in from the outside, but was firmly blocked by the invisible soft film, and could only squeeze out a very unbearable shape, and at the same time issued an indistinct scream.

The screams were like the gurgles of boiling hot water. Tu Caoshou couldn't hear it clearly, but he was really shocked by the scene in front of him. He couldn't tell whether he was afraid or excited. It was probably a combination of the two feelings. Yes, and because of his extreme trust in Jie Keyang, he didn't even have the thought of worrying about this thing breaking in, and even stretched out his fingers to try the touch.

"Brother Yang, can I poke this thing?"

Jie Keyang cast his gaze over, grabbed one of the talisman brushes and threw it over, a cobweb-like ray of light flashed by, and he pulled his hand again, and a black one that looked like a bat and looked like a stinky ditch was fished out. The mouse-like thing was "snap" imprisoned on the wall and struggled, trying to gnaw off the gold thread that bound itself.

"Let's play."

The tip of the pen was dipped in cinnabar, Jie Keyang turned over a piece of yellow paper.

"It's too ugly."

Facing this unknown creature, Tu Caoshou quickly lost his desire to contact:

"I disturbed my brother."

While observing the little thing locked on the wall, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly buzzed, and when he took it out to check, he found that Zhou Ku had sent several consecutive short messages.

There are holes in your pants: Mai Sang, I found out Achuan's real name, but his last name is Jie! ! !

There are holes in your pants: I got a picture from the property, you can see if it is

There are holes in your pants: [image] [image]

The first picture shows the business license, with the apartment number and the name of the applicant listed below, Jie Zichuan.

The second photo seemed to be a personal profile taken from a computer. The photo attached next to Jie Zichuan looked exactly like the Achuan they saw that day.

"Yo... This kid Zhou Ku is quite capable. He can even ask him about the business license, and he even took a photo."

Enlarging the picture, the corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer:

"Your second uncle really changed Achuan's name to Jiezizhou. When I asked my aunt yesterday, she said she didn't know too well. I just remembered that Achuan had an accident when he went to inspect the property... Now it seems , I'm afraid it's not as simple as an accident."

"Ah."

Putting the nib on the pen holder, Jie Keyang stretched out his hand to him:

"Let me see."

Passing the phone over, Tu Caoshou turned his head to look at the little monster who was still struggling, and asked:

"What the hell is this thing? It looks like this."

"Imp for monitoring."

The index finger scratched the picture, and the man replied:

"The prototype is a vampire bat, just use a lamp to illuminate it."

"That's weird."

Tu Caoshou touched his chin:

"Why doesn't it come in through the window, it has to go through the front door."

"There is an enchantment outside Jie's window, it can't get in."

Facing the handwriting on the picture, he quickly filled in a few large talismans. Jie Keyang stuffed his phone back into the opponent's pocket, and piled up a thick pile of talismans. He reached out and pasted one on Tu Caoshou's back. Then he took a picture of his chest.

"What is this?"

"A talisman that hides breath." Jie Keyang said, "Let's go."

"Wait, didn't you say you have to wait until twelve o'clock before acting?"

The person who was held by the wrist was a little at a loss.

Jie Keyang looked back at the past with clear eyes, and said calmly:

"The bat never flies back, and the person who released it will soon know that the monitoring has failed."

Tu Caoshou, who understood in seconds, gave a slight pause, reached out and twisted the doorknob, and he pulled the man out instead:

"Okay, let's go, let's hurry up sooner rather than later."

The two quickly disappeared at the end of the dimly lit corridor of Jie's house.

……

When Jie Keyang used a talisman to open a lock without a keyhole, Tu Caoshou had a strong desire to learn the skills of a celestial master. I also want to be so powerful!

The moment the door squeaked and opened, a gust of extremely cold air rushed towards his face. Even though there was someone blocking the front, Tu Caoshou couldn't help shivering.

The two turned on the light of the mobile phone, and the light circle formed two pale streaks in the empty room, and the ground was slightly reflective, revealing some black lines.

Was there anything painted on the ground?

Using the light to illuminate the inside, they quickly found a black coffin made of sinking wood placed in the middle.

The coffin was painted with golden paint and various seals and seals, reminiscent of the coffins used to seal scary zombies in old-fashioned ghost-hunting movies-this kind of association is quite terrifying, the two stood in front of the coffin holding up lights, Didn't do anything for a while.

"How to remove these seals?"

When asking questions, Tu Caoshou felt that his voice became a little empty in this space.

After waiting for a while, he didn't hear Jie Keyang's answer.

"?"

Turning around, there was no one behind him—the door was still open, and the orange light projected from the corridor made people feel a sense of security connected with the world.

He boldly walked around to the other side of the coffin, but unexpectedly found that there was no one else in the room except himself.

What about Jie Keyang? ? ?

Wait, when did the other party disappear, and where did the phone lights... go?

Suddenly, a familiar staring feeling came from behind.

When Tu Caoshou turned his head, he saw the second uncle of the Jie family with a pale complexion standing at the door holding a red candle, staring at him coldly, suddenly showing a sinister smile.

fuck!

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Eight points twelve: There is no small theater today, and brain cells die in battle