Shen Shangshu of Hundred Treasures and Demon Story

"I didn't expect it for the time being. At least until my injury is healed, I found that your ointment is quite effective. I can help you weave satin. Can I change your ointment?"

"The ointment is for you, there is no need to exchange it."

"Engong, you are a very good person, I really saw the right person!"

The boy finished speaking with a smile, and turned to enter the house, Fang Hong stopped him.

"You don't seem to have said your name yet."

"There's none?"

"no."

"Oh, then my name is Shen Shangshu."

"Shen Shangshu? A very special name."

"Engong, you are a learned person. I believe you know that Shen Shangshu is another name for the crane. As the name suggests, I am that crane."

Fang Hong had never heard of such a saying. Seeing the joyful look on the young man's face, he smiled and said, "I've been taught."

"My nickname is Xiaojiu. You can call me Xiaojiu, Jiu, which means black jade. I know that you humans don't have a good pronunciation, so it's easier to call me Xiaojiu."

"Uh... ok."

"Naruto, good night."

After Xiao Jiu finished explaining, she gave him a sweet smile and was about to enter the room when Fang Hong suddenly reached out and pressed the door frame.

The bang startled Xiao Jiu, and only then did she notice that there was a slight difference in height between the two.

Fang Hong suddenly approached him, and for a moment Xiao Jiu felt the danger coming, but forgot what to do, and just stared at him blankly.

Fang Hong didn't do anything terrible, on the contrary, he had a friendly smile on his face.

Said: "Then I also have a condition, you don't enter my study, if you violate it, then our fate will come to an end, can you do it?"

"Hey, is there such a passage in The Crane Repaying Grace?"

"It's in the new version, maybe you haven't seen it."

"Oh, that's no problem, it's a deal."

After Xiao Jiu finished speaking, she looked at his face, pointed to the room, and asked cautiously, "Then can I go in?"

"Also, don't call me Engong from now on. My name is Fang Hong, Fang from Fangyuan, Hong from Hongyan."

Boom!

The car stopped, Fang Hong swayed with the brakes, and the handle of the umbrella hit the front seat. He shook his head and found himself asleep. In his dream, he remembered the scene when Xiao Jiu first came to his house.

He looked out the window, the rain was still falling, but he could not see the blue feather.

I don't know if Feather has anything to do with Xiaojiu?

During the period of living with Xiaojiu, except for the red-crowned crane appearance on the night he entered the house, he has been in human form since then, so Fang Hong is not very impressed with the shape of his feathers.

There were footsteps coming from the front, and two passengers got into the car. Both of them were tall, so their clothes didn't fit well, and they were tightly put on.

One of them has red hair and the other has blue hair. Their appearance is fierce, and they look like hooligans.

In order to avoid disputes, Fang Hong glanced away. Unexpectedly, the car was empty, but the two sat in the seat next to him one after the other.

Anyway, he had no money with him, so Fang Hong leaned his head against the car window, closed his eyes, and continued to think about his relationship with Xiao Jiu.

In this way, Xiao Jiu lived in his house inexplicably that night, had her own room and did not help to pay the rent.

In his words, he came to repay his kindness, talking about money hurts feelings too much, and weaving silk and satin for Fang Hong is the most meaningful.

Fang Hong didn't care about the rent either. When he originally rented the house, he planned to pay for it alone. Although Xiao Jiu's sudden appearance was unexpected, it was within his tolerance.

He didn't resist or find it novel about the crane turning into a human. Instead, he thought it was normal, because he had always been closer to animals than to humans.

If animals can turn into people, it would be interesting to chat or something when there is nothing to do.

Just like Fang Hong's initial judgment, Xiaojiu loves to chat very much, and often can't stop talking, but he doesn't say a word about his injury.

Occasionally, when Fang Hong asked, he tilted his head with a dazed expression. It seemed that he fell to his head when he was injured and lost that memory.

Fortunately, the trauma on Xiao Jiu's neck healed quickly. In order to adapt to life in human society, he went to the barber shop to cut his hair short, and changed into Fang Hong's clothes.

Sleeping during the day and being noisy at night... Maybe in Crane's language, it should be called Repaying Grace, because Xiao Jiu is weaving every night.

Fang Hong couldn't imagine how cranes weaved. What he cared more about was the time for weaving.

Because the weaving noise is too loud at night, fortunately no one lives in their house, otherwise they will definitely be complained.

For this reason, he tactfully reminded Xiao Jiu once, and the conversation is as follows.

"Xiao Jiu, can you weave during the day?"

"No, because cranes repay favors by weaving at night."

"The new version is daytime."

"But I like the evening setting better, Brother Fang Hong, don't you like it?"

"I don't like noise, it's a bit noisy at night."

"Then let's change the soundproof glass!"

Fang Hong thought it was a good idea, so he adopted Xiao Jiu's suggestion and paid for all the windows of the rented house to be replaced.

So when he found out that the enthusiasm of his neighbors was a burden, he had no money to change another house.

However, although he hasn't received a piece of satin or sweater or anything so far, at least there are no noisy nights, so he is very satisfied with the result.

A sudden pain came from his throat, which interrupted Fang Hong's memories, and his breathing soon became difficult. He opened his eyes and found that the red-haired man sitting in front had stretched out his hand to pinch his neck.

The person behind held his shoulders to control his movements, and the red hair asked viciously, "Where is that guy? Hurry up and hand it over!"

"what……"

The neck was tightly strangled, and Fang Hong gave up after uttering two words. He didn't expect the criminals to blatantly rob the bus. While struggling, he tried to reach for the penknife in his pocket.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Hong Mao was very annoyed, his eyes were like copper bells, and he continued to approach, threatening: "If you don't hand it over, I will tear you up bit by bit, do you want to taste that?"

Fang Hong twisted his body to dodge, but luckily he found the pen knife in time. He grabbed the pen barrel and pulled it out. He was about to pop off the cap when he saw the red-haired man's face change.

His hair color seemed to be contagious, spreading from his hair to his face quickly, and his face turned red in an instant.

The shape of the face also began to swell to the sides, twisting into weird shapes, causing the eyeballs to bulge out horribly.

Just when Fang Hong suspected that his eye sockets would be burst, his eyeballs fell out of them.

"puff!"

This scene is very similar to a ghost movie from a long time ago. The props are very rough and simple. Fang Hong couldn't hold back and laughed so hard.

The blue fur behind him misunderstood his reaction and reminded viciously, "It's like this."

"So, if the eyeball falls out, can it be inserted back?"

"what?"

The two monsters uttered the same syllable, and opened their mouths at the same time, showing their fangs and looking at him strangely.

While they were in a daze, Fang Hong lifted the cap of the pen with his thumb, held the body of the pen and stabbed at the red hair.

The red hair's paw was stabbed, and he let go with a scream. Fang Hong backhanded again and scratched the arm of the monster behind him.

Blood flowed out, and he began to yell angrily, but instead of continuing to attack, he dodged backwards.

Fang Hong finally had time to breathe a sigh of relief. His glasses were knocked crooked in the scuffle, and he didn't adjust them. He leaned against the glass window and took a deep breath.

Holding the pen knife again, he watched the two monsters vigilantly in case they attacked suddenly.

The lights of the bus flickered, and as they flickered on and off, the monster's face became even more strange. Its body became very long, its head almost touched the roof of the car, and its shaggy hair revealed two horns.

After the red hair roared twice, he was about to rush over again, but was caught by another one, and pointed outside.

"That guy is over there!"

His voice was hoarse and irritable. Fang Hong wasn't sure if he heard it wrong. He didn't look back, but kept holding the penknife tightly with both hands.

I saw Hong Mao looked out the window and yelled twice, and then two monsters flew out through the window.

The glass shattered, making a harsh clattering sound, and the glass shards splashed on Fang Hong's body. He suddenly came back to his senses, and then he realized what happened just now.

The fingers trembled uncontrollably, not from fear, but from a certain excitement, a high, overwhelming feeling.

Life has been too peaceful recently, and I haven't experienced such excitement for a long time.

He's gone to hell!

Fang Hong quickly turned his head to look out the window, the rain had stopped, the weird sound had also disappeared, and it was dark all around.

A street lamp in the distance flickered dimly, and a blue-black feather fluttered softly under the light...

Fang Hong was stunned, staring at Lan Yu, and suddenly thought that what those two monsters were looking for was it?

"Sir! Sir!"

There was a slap on the shoulder, feeling the danger approaching, Fang Hong instinctively raised the pen knife, but then his vision became blurred.

The scene became blurred, and the slap on the shoulder became heavier. In order to see clearly, he opened his eyes suddenly.

The dim space disappeared, and the lights inside the car were bright. He subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes.

The driver stood in front of him, probably not seeing the pen knife in his hand, and said, "We've arrived at the terminal, it's time to get off."

The driver is an ordinary person, at least a normal person. Taking advantage of his inattention, Fang Hong hid the pen knife in his palm, and said casually, "Are you here?"

"Isn't it here? You slept so soundly. I thought there was no one in the car. Have you ever sat and stopped?"

Of course the answer was that he had sat down, Fang Hong smiled and said, "It's all right."

"Then hurry up and get out of the car, I'm leaving get off work too."

After the driver finished speaking and left, Fang Hong lifted his crooked glasses and turned to look at the car window. The car window was intact, so it turned out that he was dreaming just now.

He was a little lost, smiled self-deprecatingly, stood up and was about to get out of the car, when the pen cap on the ground came into view.

For an instant, his smile froze.

Fang Hong spread his palms, under the light, the blood on the blade of the pen knife was extremely clear, silently reminding him that it was not a dream, but a real experience...