It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

During the evening self-study, Wang Qianqian came back to the class, stood on the podium, and looked down at the whole class.

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look at Wang Qianqian.

She stayed in the class for the whole self-study class before leaving, carrying the old and patched bag that hadn't been replaced for three years, and wearing a poor-quality formal suit full of wrinkles.

Then, in the last minute before the end of the evening self-study, an object fell from the top of the building at a high speed, and passed through the gray window with only the faint light of the street lamp in the distance. With a "snap", it shattered heavily.

Wang Qianqian committed suicide by jumping off the building.

The school decided to close the school for three days to deal with a series of suicides.This matter also attracted an interview from the TV station. When Feng Quan was leaving school with his bag on his back, he was stopped by a reporter-like person.

"Student, can I ask a few questions?"

Feng Quan didn't want to say more, but still nodded, "Okay."

"I heard that three people in Nancheng No. [-] Middle School committed suicide one after another during the start of school?"

"Correct."

"Then, as a student of Nancheng No. [-] Middle School, do you think this matter has anything to do with the school environment?"

Feng Quan: "Then invite the Feng Shui master to come."

Reporter: "I don't mean that the school's feng shui is bad, but the school's atmosphere and humanistic environment. Do you think these two things cause the school's students to have emotional problems and commit suicide?"

Feng Quan shrugged, "I'm neither a policeman, nor a forensic doctor, nor a psychologist. At least I'm fine."

The reporter was a little speechless.

Feng Quan slightly nodded, "Excuse me."

He didn't quite understand the "understanding" that everything would be stripped and announced to the world, but he didn't want to cooperate with everyone who loves to eat human blood steamed buns.

But even though he didn't want to cooperate, he became famous because of this man's blood bun.

After returning home, Lan Xiang excitedly told him on his mobile phone:

"Feng Quan, you're popular! Because of the live interview at the gate of No. [-] Middle School, you gained [-] more fans on Longyu's live broadcast in one hour!"

Feng Quan turned on the Dragon Fish live broadcast and asked, "Why?"

"Because my Brother Feng is handsome!"

Feng Quan smiled and turned on the live broadcast.In the next second, thousands of people flooded into the live broadcast room, and subtitles floated on the screen:

[The interview came from the live broadcast, the little brother is so handsome]

[The anchor speaks very domineeringly at the school gate, because this one pays attention to you]

[The anchor is a senior high school student, who doesn't study hard, and broadcasts live broadcasts here and there. This society is really distorted. 】

Feng Quan noticed the last barrage, smiled slightly, and took out stacks of books and test papers from his schoolbag.

"Today my live broadcast content is - doing homework."

During the two-hour live broadcast, Feng Quan did three test papers, and when he looked up at the screen, his phone had already been turned off due to lack of battery.

He tidied up his textbooks, turned his head to look at the Painted Skin Ghost who followed him to school for a day, and then floated home with him, "When are you going to stay with me?"

Painted Skin Ghost said quietly: "Let me be sad for a while, and I will be sad quietly, and I don't need you to take care of me."

Feng Quan asked: "So do you want to take back your mirror? Let's agree first, no matter whether you want the mirror or not, the reward will not be refunded."

"The mirror is dirty and can't show the most beautiful face, so I don't want it anymore."

Feng Quan said: "That's right, don't think about looking in the mirror all day long, the Painted Skin Ghost is not a mirror ghost."

Painted Skin Ghost silently turned around.

Feng Quan said again: "But I have something to ask you about the mirror."

Painted Skin Ghost said: "You can ask."

Feng Quan stroked his chin and thought for a while, "Your mirror can borrow face from others, right?"

Painted Skin Ghost said: "It's more than that. It has been with me for more than 100 years, and it has long been contaminated with my ability. It can steal other people's beautiful faces. Moreover, it can peek into people's hearts."

Feng Quan raised his eyebrows, "How?"

Painted Skin Ghost said: "Borrowing someone's face is just a skin, but what I can see in the mirror is not just a face. It's just a pity that the girl who picked it up misused it. It's a waste of money."

Feng Quan said: "As a painted skin ghost, it's quite violent to just look in the mirror without showing your face."

Painted Skin Ghost: "..."

Feng Quan: "A ghost without a face, I'm ashamed to call it a painted skin ghost. I'm too lazy to borrow a face 100 times in [-] years. I don't like beauty at all."

Painted Skin Ghost let out a sad "beep" and disappeared.Feng Quan rubbed his arms, thinking that the room is finally warm.

The next day, Yin came to visit Fengquan's rented place where he came to Fengquan for the first time.As soon as the door opened, the other party's brows frowned visible to the naked eye.

Feng Quan didn't realize it, and greeted him warmly: "The slippers are beside you, come in and sit down, you're welcome."

Yin Cong looked around the entire room, but he didn't see any place to stand or sit.He looked several times at Feng Quan's unaware face in the room, and finally couldn't bear it any longer, and picked up the broom behind the door.

"Get out of the way and sit aside."

Feng Quan said obediently, "Okay."

The guest Yin came in and helped the host clean and tidy up, while Feng Quan sat in the dining room and ate comfortably with a plate of fruit in front of him.

With Yin Cong, there is no need to hire housekeeping.

He calculated how long it would take for the house to be in chaos, and then he could invite Yin Lai to be a guest again.The conclusion reached is within a day. ——Forget it, it would be bad if you pissed off Yin Cong.

It only took half an hour, inside and outside of Fengquan's house, the kennel that had been in chaos for more than a month finally looked brand new, clean and tidy.He picked a piece of peeled grapefruit with a toothpick, and handed it to Yin Cong's mouth obsequiously.Yin Cong looked at the peeled grapefruit with downcast eyes:

"Did you wash your hands before peeling?"

Feng Quan stuffed the grapefruit into Yin Cong's mouth, "Don't pick what you have."

This time Yin Cong was finally able to sit down, Feng Quan took out his mobile phone and found a picture of the girl Guo Yanyan taken on the bulletin board:

"Look, does the face I found last night belong to her?"

Yin Cong looked carefully and confirmed, "It's her."

"That's right." Feng Quan nodded, "I've been stealing people's faces from the outside. At the beginning, I borrowed the appearance without harming people's lives. Unfortunately, I didn't pay back the loan. I couldn't borrow it. I just lost the owner later. There is no need to return it. Then, relying on the mirror that can do whatever they want, I got a little bolder and attacked the jealous people in the school... If it is as expected, the young women who disappeared in the city recently should all be Shao Jing made a move."

"One more thing." Yin Cong said, he took out the face that he took from Feng Quan's body, and now he folded the face upright. "Its owner's soul is gone."

Feng Quan nodded in surprise.

Even though she has the mirror of Painted Skin Ghost, Shao Jing herself is just an ordinary person, how can she have the ability to devour people's souls?

"It's normal." Painted Skin Ghost's voice sounded, it got out of the bathroom mirror, stepped into the sink, stumbled, and simply got into the floor in shame and anger, and then got out from under Feng Quan's feet.

"The soul is sacrificed to the surface, and most people in the world are not like this."

"Is your mirror capable of doing this?"

"Mirrors can't do it all, but people can. That little girl has become one with the mirror, and she sacrificed herself to the person whose skin was sacrificed. Only the skin that was also sacrificed can maintain her beauty, because there is nothing inside her." Not left."

Feng Quan said: "So don't throw things casually in the future, and keep the mirror by yourself."

Painted Skin Ghost said aggrievedly: "I didn't do it on purpose."

What else did Feng Quan want to say, the Painted Skin Ghost had already crawled into the floor again.

But he suddenly thought of something, and slapped Yin Cong's thigh next to him, "The mirror can not only reflect the surface, so even if Shao Jing has a mirror, can she still see herself from the inside? Since there is nothing I can't see it, so the face she can borrow must have been seen before.——Aren't you right?"

He turned his head to look at Yin Cong, who lowered his eyebrows and looked at Feng Quan's hand on his lap.

Feng Quan sneered, and wanted to take his hand away, but he was very annoyed that Yin Cong despised him so much, so he touched his thigh vigorously with his palm.

...After touching it, I realized that I seemed to be...a bit of a hooligan.

Yin Cong was silent for a while, reaching into his clothes to take out something.Seeing this, Feng Quan bullied him and pressed his opponent's hand, "Don't you even think 'good friend' touches you? Give me the handkerchief."

Yin Cong raised his eyes and looked at him for a few seconds, feeling a little puzzled.

Then he took out his hand, and there was a black smooth stone in the palm of his hand.

"If you want to know who Shao Jing saw through the mirror, you can use it."

Feng Quan realized that Yin never wanted to wipe the place he touched with a handkerchief, and touched his nose in embarrassment, and then found that the two people's current posture was a bit ambiguous.

His upper body was almost pressed against Yin Cong's body, and the distance between the two was less than ten centimeters. He could even smell the faint scent of agarwood from Yin Cong's body, giving people a sense of remoteness and tranquility.Yin Cong behaved honestly when he was being pressed down, without struggling at all, like a good baby.

"That...look," Feng Quan stretched out his hand and shook Yin Cong's face, "It's clean, white and tender!"

Yin Cong looked at his expression as if he was looking at a mental patient.

Feng Quan was about to stand up in embarrassment, but when his palm touched Yin Cong's chest, he suddenly turned back.He frowned tightly, leaning his ears on Yin Cong's chest, with a serious expression.

"Why do you..." After listening to Yin Cong from his heart, he took the other's hand and put two fingers lightly on his wrist.

Yin Cong struggled a little, Feng Quan put down his hands, and teased, "I heard the fetal movement, and I really enjoyed it when I tried it."

Yin Cong was silent for a while, "Your?"

Feng Quan said sadly: "I haven't been here for the past two months, who knows if it belongs to the old Wang next door."

Yin Cong asked suspiciously, "Who is the 'Old Wang next door'?"

"I don't know about that." Feng Quan suddenly became serious, "What's the matter with your body?"

Yin straightened his clothes, "If you mean no heartbeat or pulse, it's because I'm already dead."