Ghosts have fairies

Pluto and Tianhou stood at the entrance of the hotel chatting for a while, and then got into the car and left. They were very relieved to leave their son in the human world, and didn't even plan to have a meal with them.

Qi Tong seriously suspects that they have a guilty conscience because of their decision to marry.

As night fell, it was just after seven o'clock in the evening. Qi Tong turned his index finger on the keychain and looked at the mobile phone navigation, and found that the community where his wedding room was located was not far from here, and Yanshan Hotel was famous for its "great reputation, good taste" Poor”, so he immediately decided to take his hot marriage partner home to have dinner nearby.

He Zhen readily agreed, but because of the series of operations just now, when the two of them were sitting in the small taxi space, the awkward atmosphere suddenly became intense. I got out of the car on time at eight o'clock.

The place to eat is a hot pot restaurant with a good business. He Zhen stood outside the store and looked at it for a while. The pen is lively and vivid.The plaque at the door is engraved with the four characters "Baiwei Rongrong". Interestingly, the "white" in "Bai" is drawn as a pattern of mandarin duck pot.

Following Qi Tong into the store, He Zhen found that this hot pot restaurant has two floors, and the area of ​​the second floor is only half of the first floor, which makes the viewing angle of the second floor wide and comfortable, especially the row next to the railing, which can be seen at a glance. Overlooks the entire storefront.

Qi Tong said a few words to the man who was wearing the uniform of the waiter but was obviously the leader, and then went back to He Zhen.

"Come on, let's go to the second floor."

He Zhen looked through the window suspiciously at the seven or eight people still queuing outside the door, "Don't you need to line up?"

Qi Tong smiled, "Take you through the back door."

After speaking, before He Zhen could speak, he helped him by the shoulders and led the person to sit in the middle of the railing on the second floor.

As soon as they sat down, the waiter removed a "reserved" sign from the table and handed over a menu and a pencil.

"What do you want?" Qi Tong signaled the waiter to pass the menu to He Zhen.

He Zhen: "Spicy pot."

It seemed that the taste was closed, Qi Tong's eyes and brows were full of joy, and he said to the waiter: "Full spicy pot bottom, we will call you later after we have selected the dishes."

After the waiter left in response, He Zhen stared at a bronze candlestick on the table in a daze. There was no candle on the lamp plate, and the base was like a round box with a half-opened side. Judging from the mottled traces, it should be a long time ago. , He glanced at the other tables and found that there was an identical candlestick on every table on the second floor, but not on the first floor.

He made a guess in his heart, so he looked in a certain direction and saw something familiar as expected.

He Zhen withdrew his gaze, checked a few dishes on the menu, and asked, "Is the neighborhood not peaceful?"

Qi Tong, who was watching his movements with his chin propped up, frowned, "Did you find it?"

"How long have you been running this store?"

"Not long, just four years."

He Zhen paused the pencil when he heard this number, and accidentally drew a black line on the paper. He followed the black line and ticked off the dishes calmly, then reached out and handed the menu to Qi Tong.

Qi Tong took it and glanced at it, raised his eyebrows in surprise, "We have quite the same taste."

It happened that two waiters brought the bottom of the pot, and after adding the broth, one waiter took the menu, and the other was the one who talked to Qi Tong when he entered the door. The pinned badge read "Fang "Xu", judging by his attire and age, he should be Qi Tongzhao's store manager.

Fang Xu greeted He Zhen, said a few words to Qi Tong, then turned to greet the family of three who had just sat down at the next table.

"I also heard from a guest who came to eat hot pot recently that the nearby residential area is very strange. Every night after nightfall, the babies on each floor seem to set the alarm clock, stepping on the spot and crying, and the residents who have pets also reflect their The cat would keep scratching the door and the dog would keep barking at the door as if something was trying to break in."

He Zhen frowned and turned on the phone screen, "It's almost Qingming."

The festival of the Ming Dynasty is approaching, and lonely ghosts like to run rampant on the most cloudy day.

"So you plan to come and catch a turtle today?" He Zhen asked.

"I heard that every morning, the skin of those babies will be found to be scratched by sharp objects, and many residents report that their bones are always sore and painful at night. I suspect that something is doing unclean things, so I want to remove these before Qingming. Things have been collected."

The side dishes were served one by one, the two of them didn't say any more, they concentrated on boiling the food, after a few mouthfuls He Zhen couldn't hold back, and carefully raised his eyes to look at Qi Tong who was opposite.

"Can I ask you a question?"

He looks clean and good-looking, like a ball of clear snow, but those eyes are full of spring water, which makes people feel soft. No matter what he says, the other party can't help agreeing to him, and Qi Tong is no exception.

"You ask......"

It was the beauty who took advantage of her prettiness to commit the murder, so he had no choice but to catch her without a fight.

"Shouldn't it be easy for you to catch ghosts? Why do you have to set up such a battle?" He Zhen recalled the copper coins arranged according to the Big Dipper.

Qi Tong kept stirring the dipping material, "The cultivation base is not enough, and the spiritual power is too weak, so we can only rely on auxiliary skills."

As soon as the words fell, his wrist was clasped by Weiliang's fingertips, and Qi Tong looked at the opposite person in surprise.

He Zhen squeezed the opponent's wrist, releasing spiritual power from his fingertips to explore Qi Tong's tendons, but found that the opponent's spiritual power was really negligible, he blinked in shock, "Why have you been here for more than 1000 years? "

"Playing with mud." Qi Tong was confident.

"Playing with mud for more than 1000 years?"

"Can't you?"

"The last one who played with mud so confidently was Nuwa..."

Qi Tong laughed, clasped He Zhen's left hand instead, and poked back politely. This little fairy's spiritual power was stronger than his, but he only had 300 years of cultivation.

"Little friend, do you think you are any better than me?" Qi Tong said speechlessly.

"Don't probe." He Zhen withdrew his hand, looked down at the potato slices in the pot rising and falling in the boiling water, "The Emperor of Heaven locked [-]% of my spiritual power."

Qi Tong: "..."

This is a lot of information, and Qi Tong almost dropped his chopsticks into the pot.

What is the concept of being 3000 years old and having nearly [-] years of cultivation?This little fairy not only robbed the starting line, but also overtook on the curve.

And how much did the Heavenly Emperor guard against this son?Qi Tong thought that letting his son's marriage partner monitor his son's operation was enough, but he didn't expect the other party to have the ability to lock spiritual power.

"So the two of us look like Wang Zha, but we are actually weak chickens..."

As if amused by his description, He Zhen smiled with his eyes bent, very pretty.

"There are still so many people, is it really okay to close the network tonight?"

"No problem, this trick has been used many times. As long as the formation is not broken, we can just sit here and eat hot pot with peace of mind. When the time comes, Impermanence will naturally come to take back those ghosts who have been captured." Qi Tong said calmly. A plate of hairy belly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a sharp sound from the collision of tables and chairs not far away, and then an imperceptible crisp sound floated into his ears. The two followed the sound and saw the boy at the next table was about to go downstairs , accidentally tripped over the chair, and unfortunately bumped into a pillar carved into a locker.And at his feet, a copper coin was wobbling on the ground, and finally fell to the ground as if all the strength had been taken away.

Qi Tong: "..."

Where did the unlucky boy come from!

******

As a sophomore in high school who is about to take the monthly exam, Tang Cheng begged his mother to buy a hot pot meal on the grounds of "relaxing moderately before the exam".On the way, Tang Cheng planned to change the dipping saucer, but when he got up, he tripped over a chair, and kissed Zhuzi passionately on his forehead as he lost his balance.

He closed his eyes and rubbed his head. When he opened his eyes, he happened to see something falling from his eyes. Before he could take a closer look, a gust of wind came from nowhere and sent a chill down Tang Cheng's back.

In an instant, the lights in the room were like candles standing against the wind. It flickered twice before being completely extinguished. The sudden darkness was not shrouded in front of my eyes for a long time. In a blink of an eye, the hanging lanterns glowed dark red. A gloomy green flame ignited inexplicably on the mottled bronze candlestick.

Tang Cheng turned around tremblingly, only to find that there was no one in the hot pot restaurant that was bustling just now.

Oh no, there are still two figures left, and the two handsome guys sitting at the table next to him are still cooking meat in the glowing green light.

One of the two handsome guys is wearing a black shirt and the other is wearing a white knitted jacket. This color scheme is too reminiscent of a famous profession in Zhiguai novels.

His scalp exploded, and he almost didn't cry. His trembling legs were about to slip away, but he found that his legs were walking uncontrollably in the direction of the two handsome black and white guys.

I saw the man in white calmly down a plate of shrimp slippery. This sudden change didn't seem to affect his mood of eating hot pot at all. The red oil rolled up and brought up the slices of meat inside. Have people been put into the pot? !

"Can you be a little self-conscious?" He heard the man in the black shirt say to the man in white, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"I'm hungry." The man in white took a handful from the pot and asked again, "Is there any meat left?"

His voice was actually nice, but the words he uttered between his lips and teeth echoed in this gloomy space, which made Tang Cheng get goose bumps all over his body.

Responding to the man in white was the hand in the black shirt stretched out towards Tang Cheng, "Isn't this here?"

"Don't...don't eat me!"

He was so scared that he fell to the ground.

The two figures looked at him, their handsome faces looked weird in the alternating red and green light and shadow, Tang Cheng looked at the hand in the black shirt, he didn't dare to vent his breath, the hand moved a little, and he closed it in a jerk Eye.

For a long time, the tragic feeling of red oil pouring on his body did not appear. He opened one eye carefully while holding his breath, only to find that the black shirt was just a plate of tender beef taken from a cart beside him...

He stared at the two of them blankly, until the tender beef splashed a few drops of soup, which made him feel hot from a distance of two meters.Tang Cheng came back to his senses suddenly, only now did he realize that the handsome guy in the black shirt looked familiar.

This store has been open for several years, and Tang Cheng has been here many times. He remembers that he has seen this person before, it should be a person... maybe.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, Tang Cheng boldly asked: "Both brothers... this... here is... here..."

Seeing that he was "in" for a long time without uttering a complete sentence, the black shirt curled his lips, half-closed his long and narrow phoenix eyes, and the dark pupils happened to reflect a gloomy green light.

"It's haunted."

Before Tang Cheng's scream pierced the night, Bai Yi said, "Don't scare him."

A scream hit his throat and was pushed back by this sentence.

"Don't panic." The voice in the white clothes was clear, and Tang Cheng inexplicably calmed down when he spoke human words. He pointed his chin towards the black shirt, "This is his place."

"Yeah." The black shirt relaxed on the back of the chair, and added: "He is my co-burial person."

"..." Tang Cheng wanted to bang his head into the pot.