cat disease

In front of the boulder, Yuan Yichuan listened to the louder and louder sound of pulling the door handle outside the driver's door, and he even seemed to see the door being forcibly pulled open.

Yuan Yichuan stared at his legs, and began to recite the Great Compassion Mantra in his heart, hoping to send himself to bliss, even though he had no idea what the Great Compassion Mantra was for.

As soon as the car stopped, Yan Zijin's hand stabilized. The compass in his hand turned wildly for a few times and then gradually stabilized. The sound of stones hitting the car outside the car also became smaller and smaller.

After the sound of pebbles falling sporadically a few times, the outside gradually became quiet, and the strange things on the door seemed to disappear together.

Just as Yan Zijin was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a pale hand stretched out from the side, so frightened that he almost threw the compass without grabbing it.

The skin of that hand was so white that it was almost transparent, and blue blood vessels were spread under the skin like a spider's web, either deep or shallow. After two fingers traced the yellow paper in the palm of Yan Zijin's fingers, the man asked softly: " Why don't you throw it away?"

Yan Zijin didn't know what was wrong with him, so he replied casually: "Throwing objects through the car window is illegal."

As soon as he finished saying this, he regretted it, what a stupid answer.

Sure enough, the person behind him chuckled, then held the yellow paper with one hand, and opened the closed car window with the other.

When the car window dropped to one finger width, he stuffed the yellow paper out, and after closing the car window, he opened the door and said in the panic of everyone: "Get out of the car, Nanxi Village is here."

Chapter 32

◎Enter the village◎

The car door was wide open, and the sun was shining on the skin, which was a little hot.

The smell of grass is mixed with the smell of earth, which is a bit like the smell emitted when the flower beds in the city are renovated, but the green grass in the city always has an unpleasant smell of car exhaust.

Yan Zijin got out of the car first, and just stepped on a small stone, almost twisting his foot.

He said "Oh, I'm going", and walked a few steps forward, not forgetting to complain about the scene in the car just now, secretly sighing that Chong Jiu and Fang Wei really came from the same place, scaring people is a routine, There is something dangling about a pair of broken claws, they insist on stretching them out in front of them.

The second one came out was Chong Jiu, the dazzling sun shone on his skin, his pale face was almost transparent.

He was dazzled by the sunlight and couldn't keep his eyes open for a while, squinting his eyes and suddenly remembered that the umbrella had been left in the car, turned around and wanted to go back, but just halfway through the movement, a long black handle stretched out in front of him - it was the umbrella that he left behind. Umbrellas on the seats.

"I brought it down for you just now." Fang Wei's voice sounded behind him.

Chong Jiu took the umbrella and said thank you, then ignored the people who came out behind him one after another, and walked forward alone holding the umbrella.

The original structure of the few houses at the head of the village can still be seen, but half of the walls have collapsed, and now they are covered with weeds after so long.

From winter to spring, although people are not there, the vegetation grows vigorously. A man in black stands among the ruins, looking out of place, but also strangely harmonious.

Yan Su was the fourth to get out of the car after the three of them. He took a bottle of mineral water out of the car, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a big sip. He asked, "Who did the leader bring? How do you look at it?" I always feel a little indescribable.”

Yan Su was asking about Yu Xin. He had been on a business trip some time ago. Currently, Yu Xin is the only person here who stays in the villa. Only such a person can ask.

Yu Xin was getting out of the car, when he heard this, he happened to step on the stone that was pressing on Yan Zijin, and he sprained his foot to the side, and twisted.

Fortunately, the stone was relatively small and the twist was not serious. After he limped and jumped for a few steps, the pain didn't hurt so much. Taking this opportunity to avoid Yan Su's topic, he walked to the leader's side in a strange posture and complained: " This road is really bad, to be able to drive the car here, Yuan Yichuan's skills are getting better and better."

"Yuan Yichuan? He is paralyzed in the driver's seat and can't get up and down. This place looks really nice." Meng Ci came around from the other side, also holding an umbrella, and walked through the rocks dignifiedly, not like It's more like an outing than an errand.

She looked around and said happily, "The weather is good and the environment is good. If I hadn't experienced what I just experienced, I would have thought it was a dream."

But it was like a dream. Although there were many stones around, they looked like old stones at first glance. Unlike what they had just experienced, even a 2-meter-high stone standing in front of the car was covered with debris. Grass.

"What was that just now? Ghost hit the wall?" Yan Su followed up and asked, "I haven't seen this kind of ghost hit the wall. It's been a long time."

"Perhaps," Yan Zijin said. He kept staring at Chongjiu who was standing in front of the broken house, and his words were a little absent-minded. "Go and prepare the things you need to bring, and don't be unable to deal with sudden situations later."

"Obey." Yan Su came to life completely at this moment, and his tone became much clearer, and he greeted the others, "Don't dawdle, make it quick, I don't want to spend the night here."

"It's as if someone thought about it." Meng Ci rolled his eyes.

Yu Xin then went to look through the yellow paper in his bag and the spells he had drawn in advance. After the incident just now, he decided to fill all his pockets with spells, and look for the safety charms by the way.

He went to the temple to ask for the peace talisman during his last business trip. According to the monks in the temple, it was very effective, and he brought it with him to report his safety.

When the others left, Yan Zijin asked Fang Wei: "What did you mean when you said Jiu Ye didn't sleep well?"

When Fang Wei said it, Yan Zijin didn't think too much about it. Now that he thinks about it in combination with the previous scene, Fang Wei should have other meanings, especially the few yellow papers that Chongjiu stuffed out at that time.

"Nothing interesting." Fang Wei smiled, "literally."

"Have I told you anything? I really hate when others speak in ambiguous terms." Yan Zijin gritted his teeth.

"I didn't say it."

"Then I'll say it now."

"Well, I heard that."

After speaking, Fang Wei ignored the raging fire in Yan Zijin's eyes, and walked towards Chongjiu as if no one was there.

Chongjiu held an umbrella and stood in front of the first household at the entrance of the village, looking at a log lying in front of him.

The wood has been blown by wind and rain, and after so long, it has been eaten by insects with many holes. It is impossible to support anything. It is estimated that it will be broken into several knots with one foot. An ant passed by carrying a small object.

Fang Wei had nothing to say and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Chong Jiu didn't answer, and walked towards the village.

Fang Wei glanced at Duanmu on the ground, and trotted to keep up.

"The scene just now was really scary. What happened, Yan Su said it was a ghost hitting the wall."

"A few stones scare you, and you still dare to follow me? Didn't you hear what they said about me?" Chongjiu bent down and picked up a small piece of wood on the ground. After habitually frightening Fang Weiyi first, he explained, "Those are just pretentious, frightening people, like a ghost hitting a wall, as long as there is a light in front, the people trapped in it can be released."

"So those two pieces of paper you gave me are 'lights'?"

"That's it."

Fang Wei obviously felt that Chong Jiu was in a good mood now, so he took this opportunity to quickly ask the question that Chong Jiu had been skipping before: "Master Jiu's nightmare has been solved? The low air pressure that I saw you before scared me to death."

"I always say it's scary, but I don't see you coming closer to me." Chong Jiu threw the wooden block aside, walked a few steps forward, picked up another block, and said, "I can't say it's troublesome, but it's annoying. .”

It was really a nightmare, Fang Wei raised his eyebrows.

He didn't expect Chongjiu to chat with him like this. Rao, when the two were in the bookstore, when Chongjiu was still a cat, most of them would sleep on the mat, and occasionally he would drag him up with a look of resentment and sullenness. The earth never spoke.

At that time, he was always thinking about what the kitten would look like when he talked, but he never thought that it would look like this after watching the cute cat turn into a human.

The person under the black umbrella has long hair hanging behind his back, the sun is scorching outside, but the umbrella is full of air-conditioning, he really looks like the gatekeeper of Huangquan.

Fang Wei fell one step behind, looked at Chong Jiu's back and asked, "What nightmare?"

Chongjiu paused when he was fiddling with wood, and a small wooden thorn just pierced his fingertips.

There was a round drop of blood on the pale fingertip, which stained the wood, and then disappeared into the grain.

Chongjiu looked at this accident in a daze, took a small piece of wood and threw it either to keep it or not.

Fang Wei waited for a while and didn't hear an echo, so he probed over: "What's wrong?"

Just after asking the question, I happened to see the scene where the blood disappeared into the wood, and my eyes darkened: "It's broken, why are you so careless."

Forget it.

Chong Jiu sighed secretly, he could only take this small piece of wood with him, and turned to the other side and said: "You better not follow me, go to your leader, it's not safe to follow me."

"No, our leader is not reliable at all. Look at when he changed his mind. If it is not safe to follow you, then there is no safe place." Fang Wei is used to playing tricks, and by the way, he made a fuss by belittling the leader Chong Jiu's rainbow fart.

A few people in the distance have already distributed the things on the car, most of them are yellow paper bottles and jars of charms, which can be carried in their pockets, only Meng Ci seems to have nothing on him, only a handful full of Lace umbrella.

From this point of view, it seems that not only the leader is unreliable, but also the subordinates are also unreliable. Chongjiu suddenly had a little understanding.

Fang Wei was still looking at the little red dot on Chong Jiu's fingertips, Yan Zijin followed at this moment, holding the previous compass in his hand.

The two pointers on the compass are staying there obediently, motionless, as if they are fixed on it.

He pointed to the compass and said, "Is my compass malfunctioning or am I just being stupid, there is nothing there, it's unscientific."

Chong Jiu: "It's unscientific for you to tell ghosts with a compass?"

"You can't say it, the soul is another science, what did the experts say? Magnetic field?"

A gust of wind blew more, shaking the surrounding weeds together and making a rustling sound. The sun that I felt a little hot on my body, because this gust of wind lowered the temperature, it seemed to have a bit of ice and snow smell only in winter.

Yan Zijin: "I asked before I came here. The river is not far from here. The accident happened after several days of heavy rain may have something to do with the geographical location."

Chong Jiu looked up at the surrounding mountains, and said, "Maybe because of recent physical problems, I rarely had a dream."

Yan Zijin raised his head. He heard Fang never say that Chongjiu didn't sleep well, but he didn't expect that it was because of a dream. For a person who guards Huangquan all the year round, this is a very rare thing, but it is not a good thing.

People have three souls and seven souls, the three souls are solid, and they will not move easily, but the seven souls are more casual.

The direction of the seven souls is different. From the seven emotions and six desires to the five senses, they are all controlled by the seven souls. People with unstable souls are especially easy to be influenced by their surroundings, and they are prone to dream and think more.

But as far as Chong Jiu is concerned, his soul is somewhat different from that of ordinary people. If the seven souls of the gatekeeper in Huangquan will also be affected, he may have gone crazy within two days of taking office.

But it is also because he is too special, dealing with Yin Qi all the year round, once something happens to him, he is like a piece of cake that is not guarded, and is easy to be targeted by other evil spirits.

Yan Zijin was well aware of the power of it, and said seriously, "What did you dream about?"

"Mudslide." Chong Jiu turned the broken log in his hand, his eyes were a little lost, "Stones, floods, and wailing."

Yan Zijin put away the compass on his mobile phone, and sighed: "I checked the news about the accident yesterday. According to the report, the death toll in Nanxi Village was finally determined to be 53 people, and 15 people survived."

Chapter 33

◎Bad cat. ◎

In the early years, Chong Jiu had no yin energy in his body. As a cat running around, it is not an exaggeration to say that he was a stray.

At that time, there were not as many cities as there are now, and you can meet people wherever you go, and there are jungles outside the village. If you run a lot, you will always be stained with dirt and dust.

He looked no different from an ordinary cat. When Shi Yi first picked him up, he always felt that Shi Yi was just a whim. He lived alone in an empty bookstore for a long time and wanted to find a living creature to accompany him.

Shi Yi was happy, but Chong Jiu was very upset, and even considered finding a suitable time to pretend to be dead and get away.

One time when he went out to bask in the sun, he seized the opportunity and ate a few mouthfuls of poisonous mushrooms growing by the door.

He was foaming, lying on the ground holding his breath, trying not to heave his chest, and rolling his eyes was indistinguishable from a dead cat.

Chong Jiu remained in this state and lay in front of the bookstore for about an afternoon. The day he chose was not good, and it was summer at noon, and the person inside did not come out after drying himself out.

It stands to reason that he would come out every afternoon to look at the flowers and plants he planted, but he didn't move them that day.

Just when Chongjiu thought that he was really going to be roasted dry, the man inside finally came out with a kettle.

He stood at the door as soon as he went out, quietly looking at the "dead cat" lying across the front door, not knowing what he was thinking.

Chong Jiu rolled his eyes and couldn't see anyone. One person and one cat were in a stalemate for a while.

Confronting people like this is more tiring than lying on the ground by yourself. Just when Chong Jiu felt that his whole body was going to twitch uncontrollably, he finally heard rustling from above his head.

Maybe he was looking for something to wrap him up and bury him, Chongjiu thought.

When he was happy that he was about to be free, suddenly a few drops of water fell on his body, and then there was a "heavy rain".

Chong Jiu basked in the sun all afternoon, and his dark hair was a little hot. In this state, he was baptized, and he was still baptized by the jug that had just been filled in his hand.

"Isn't it hot? When it dries up in the sun, I'll cook the cat meat in a pot." Shi Yi shook the kettle and sprinkled the last bit of water on the cat. Seeing that the cat was still not moving, he squatted down and slapped the cat with the pot Chong Jiu, "Don't lie down, you've been in the bookstore for such a long time, it's best not to bask in the sun for such a long time, it's easy to lose your soul, you know that."

Chongjiu was startled, and twitched out of control.

Shi Yi bent his eyes, and continued to say in a light voice: "Have you heard of the scattered soul? It means that your head is floating in the sky, and you can see your toes moving not far away, and you can also see your tail twitching in another place. Come on, it's quite interesting to say, do you want to try it?"

Chong Jiu couldn't lie down at all, but he couldn't lose face, and calmly got up from the ground. Because he had been lying down for too long, his whole body was terribly stiff. All the white foam rubbed against Shi Yi's robe, expressing his dissatisfaction.

It was from then on that Chong Jiu realized that staying in the bookstore for a long time would affect the surrounding luck.

After Chongjiu took Shi Yi's place later, he discovered that most of Shi Yi's words were used to scare him, especially the sentence that he couldn't bask in the sun, which had convinced him for so many years.

But one thing is true, staying in the bookstore for a long time does have an impact on him, and the vitality around him has turned into Yin Qi since he doesn't know when.

The luck of the living can still be called Yang Qi, while the dead and ghosts are Yin Qi.

After staying in such a place with neither yin nor yang for a long time, and dealing too much with ghosts, his luck will gradually assimilate with ghosts, and the warm flesh on his body becomes something that ghosts peep at.

So up to now, he, who has been condemned by God to seal his abilities, is like a piece of cake dangling everywhere. Whenever his spirit is a little slack, he will be stared at by the things around him.

When I was in the store, because of the characteristics of the bookstore, Chongjiu would not be affected too much by it, at most he would be weaker.

But now outside the bookstore, the night has become a difficult time.

Yan Zijin stood in place and looked at the back of the person walking in front, always feeling that there was something strange about Chong Jiu, but he couldn't tell.

"Do you think..." Yan Zijin whispered to Fang Wei, "There's something wrong with your cat."

Fang Wei was obviously pleased by the word "your family", and rarely spit out some useful words from his mouth: "There must be something wrong, all the things that can be used on my body have been sealed, I guess I was stared at by a lot of little things last night." superior."

"What little thing?"

"Of course the little thing that just threw rocks at our car."

Yan Zijin silently looked back at the car he had just bought. There were many potholes around it and a lot of paint had fallen off. It would cost a lot of money to repair it.

Yan Zijin poked his teeth in distress, then thought of the "little thing" in Fang Wei's mouth, covered his chest and said, "You mean he was haunted by a ghost?"

"Didn't you see that the little cat kept telling me to stay away from him?" Fang Wei looked at Chong Jiu's back and smiled happily, not worried at all about the consequences of Chong Jiu being entangled by ghosts.

After being happy, he glanced at Yan Zijin and said, "Why do you care so much about it? Didn't you come to investigate the murder case? Why don't you hurry up and investigate."

After speaking, he picked the gap between the broken stones and walked towards Chong Jiu's direction by stepping on relatively stable stones.

Just as his front foot was about to reach Chong Jiu's side, he heard a long and thin cry.

"Meow~"

Fang Wei squinted his eyes, watching the figure not far away bent down, his shirt was pulled tight, revealing his tight waistline.

It's really not as rich as ordinary cats, and it's probably impossible to crush the rattan chair.

Fang didn't think about it.

Then I saw Chong Jiu take out a thin cat from two cracks in the stone.

The kitten is no more than the size of a palm. Its fur is black, yellow, and white. It is an authentic three-colored cat. I don’t know if it was abandoned by the cat mother or crawled here by itself. The thin voice sounds extremely weak, as if it will be later If you find out, you will die.

It rubbed against Chong Jiu's hand, let out a long milking sound, and then fell asleep with a light breath.

Chong Jiu stared at the cat in his arms, not knowing what to do with it.

When he just got out of the car, he heard a sound. He thought it was a broken soul attached to some piece of wood. After turning it around a few times, he didn't expect to find such a small thing. He didn't take it with him for a while, and he didn't throw it away. .

When he was considering whether to throw the cat to Yan Zijin directly, he heard muffled laughter behind him.

The man realized that he had been exposed, so he simply strode up, even if he didn't open his mouth, Chong Jiu would know who it was - besides Yan Zijin, there was only one person present who was arrogant in front of him.

"Master Jiu is really amazing, you can find such a small kitten." Fang Wei looked at the kitten nestled in a ball, it looked much smaller than when he picked up the heavy nine.

Chong Jiu didn't speak.

Fang Wei poked out a finger to touch the cat's head, but before he could touch it, a piece of wood suddenly appeared in his hand, it was the broken piece of wood that he had temporarily accepted after being stabbed twice.

Holding the broken wood, Fang Wei looked disgusted: "Master Jiu, is this a gift for me? It's too shabby and I don't want it. I can consider changing it to a jade pendant or something."

The sun was shining, and Chong Jiu really didn't want to talk nonsense with Fang Wei, so he held an umbrella and walked towards the village with the cat in his arms.

Fang Wei stood on the spot and looked at the wood in his hand left and right, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth - this kitten is really getting worse and worse.

Yan Zijin commanded a group of people to set up formation at the entrance of the village from a distance.

Those people who just made a fuss in the car and looked like they were afraid of ghosts to death, now it is very easy to do these metaphysics, using talisman paper, talisman water, and array stones with ease.

Meng Ci put away her umbrella, drew something on the ground with the tip of the umbrella, and chanted plausibly while talking.

Yan Zijin shouted: "Hurry up, I have to finish it before noon, I can't handle the things brought in after the time."

"Leader, are you sure you want to do this? This is a dangerous place. If too many things are brought in, we will become accomplices with them." Yan Su squatted on the ground and pressed the paper talisman under the corresponding stone, and took another He took out a brush and dipped it in the talisman water to draw something on the stone.

On the other side, Yuan Yichuan concentrated on writing next to the line Meng Ci crossed, obediently cut off the head and tail, raised his head and asked, "Big breasts? Where are the big breasts?"

"Big sister!" Meng Ci's umbrella knocked on Yuan Yichuan's head, leaving a particularly obvious circle on his head, dusty, "Hurry up and write, I've finished drawing for a long time."

"You! Is it okay for you to interrupt like this?!" Yuan Yichuan looked at the umbrella hanging in mid-air with a look of shock, "Didn't you say that you can't interrupt? You actually raised the umbrella? It's over, good luck, good luck, everything Go well, live and work in peace and contentment, be merciful..."

"What are you talking about? I've finished drawing, so hurry up and write. Where's Fu Yuanyi?" Meng Ci asked.

"Together with Yu Xin, I went looking for something that can be used as an eye-catcher, and I don't know what to find." Yuan Yichuan succumbed to Meng Ci's threat, bowed his head and said sullenly.

"Just find a stone for building a house. Doesn't it mean that every household has casualties? As long as it is stained with cause and effect?" Meng Ci turned his head half a circle before he saw Yu Xin and Fu Yuanyi A few meters away, everyone was rummaging around with a branch in their hands.

"What can I find?" Yan Su muttered, then raised his head and asked Yuan Yichuan, "Didn't you say that this place is also very scary during the daytime, and the sound of the wind blowing is accompanied by crying, how can that be? I think this The surrounding environment is very good.”

Yuan Yichuan: "I've also heard that it's the first time I've come here today. I finished the painting. How is your side?"

He stood up and moved his tingling legs.

Yan Su finally poured out a little of the remaining talisman water in the jar onto a stone, and said, "Okay, it's just a matter of time. After the arrangement is made, it will be ok to put a sealing stone on it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a small piece of object floating past his eyes and landed precisely in the middle of the formation. Looking carefully, it was a piece of broken wood with many holes.

"I'll go! Who threw it!" Almost every place in the formation has a corresponding rune, so I dare not step into it easily.

The writing of runes must be done in one stroke, for fear that if one stroke is damaged, there will be no chance of remediation.

"Didn't you find something to use as an eye? This will do." Fang Wei came out of the ruins and pointed at the array, "Not yet?"

"you……"

Yan Su was a little angry, although he seldom got angry, but this newcomer was so ignorant that he just threw a piece of broken wood into it without paying attention.

It's just that as soon as he said a word, the leader took a stone and directly blocked the last gap in the formation: "Write quickly."

"Leader, he..."

Yan Su wanted to say something else, but Yan Zijin directly stuffed the jar containing the talisman water into Yan Su's hand: "Go and see if the car can still drive after writing, don't go back later."

Yan Su's words were held back by Yan Zijin, and after taking a last look at Fang Wei, he squatted aside obediently and wrote the runes.

Yan Zijin pulled Fang Wei aside: "Is there any explanation for that log? Is there something evil attached to it or something stuck on it?"

"No, it's just an ordinary piece of rotten wood."

Yan Zijin really thought it was some kind of special wood and it was difficult to explain, so he quickly used his authority and arbitrarily asked Yan Su to seal the formation, but he never expected Fang Weizhen to pick up a piece of wood and throw it over.

He started to regret what to do.

"The little cat gave me that piece of wood." Seeing that Yan Zijin's expression was getting worse and worse, Fang Wei hurriedly chased after him.

He is an ordinary person with no power to restrain a chicken, and he doesn't want to be surrounded and beaten by the leader and a group of people.

Before Yan Zijin could ask anything, Fang Wei laughed muffledly by himself, and it took a while for the laughter to subside.

"What are you laughing at?" Yan Zijin was puzzled.

Fang Wei: "Do you remember that I just told you that the kitten was entangled?"

"what happened?"

"His blood, at the peak of his strength, can ward off evil spirits. It is a good thing for self-defense, but now that his strength is sealed, he can only recruit ghosts at this time. I guess when he gave me this wood just now, it was You want me to be haunted by ghosts, bad cat." Speaking of this, Fang Wei laughed again.

Chapter 34

◎Arrangement◎

Chong Jiu was holding the cat while holding the umbrella, so he didn't pick and choose.

He probably walked through three or four houses, then stood in front of the half-collapsed house and said, "This is it?"

"Yes." A hollow voice sounded in Chongjiu's ear, and a faint gray smoke lingered in Chongjiu's long hair, it was hard to recognize without getting close.

As soon as the sound came out, the little Sanhuamao twitched uncontrollably.

Chong Jiu curled up his fingers, half-covered the cat's body, let it lie in his arms, and then went into the house alone.

"Thanks……"

"No, I'm not here to help you." The thank you said was too soft, if you didn't listen carefully, it seemed that Chong Jiu was talking to himself.

The incomplete ghost on his body was the evil ghost who almost swallowed the catkins in Shengshi Jiayuan, and was swallowed by the snake afterward.

Although the last snake was cut open by Fang Wei, but in the process of being swallowed, after all, it relieved a lot of his hostility. In the end, relying on the remaining resentment, he was able to support his figure, Resisting the pressure from the bookstore, he stood in front of Chongjiu.

When Wandering Soul enters the store, he must hold his own book, as if carrying a stepping stone.

But this soul may have been contaminated with Chongjiu's aura because it had entered the snake's belly, and it actually followed Chongjiu into the bookstore without any cover. I don't know how long I looked at the gray figure in that posture.

Chongjiu's first reaction at that time was that he fell asleep and fell into a daze.

He was not feeling well, the sequelae caused by the scourge were very serious, and his consciousness was still a little fuzzy, so he didn't immediately realize what was in front of him.

When the cool wind blew onto the pillow, he suddenly came back to his senses and realized that there was a ghost standing in front of him.

The ghost's facial features are blurred, and it can be vaguely seen that it is a man, with only a pair of dark eyes staring at the bed.

If it was another person, he would have been terrified, but Chongjiu has been dealing with these things all year round, and he has seen all kinds of things, those with missing arms and legs, those with their heads in their arms, and those with half of their bodies dragging.

So after he was in a daze for a short while, he wanted to beckon something to get rid of this unruly ghost. He just raised his hand and remembered that he was still under the scourge of heaven, and his abilities were completely gone.

This realization made Chong Jiu's head hurt even more, and the air-conditioning around him was several degrees lower than that of this ghost.

Fortunately, this ghost was straightforward, and before Chongjiu could say anything, he opened his mouth and said, "I know a black cat. When I was made into what I am now, I heard someone talk about it. I don't know what I told you about it. Is it one?"

Chong Jiu pinched the center of his brows, endured his headache and asked, "Where is it?"

"Nanxi Village."

For some reason, Chong Jiu really came to Nanxi Village because of a few words from the strange ghost.

If it was in the past, he could directly stuff this disabled ghost into the underworld, and taste what the water of the Wangchuan River tastes like.

The walls around this room are still intact, at least the original structure can be seen, but the roof has been collapsed for a long time, the weeds in the gaps are half the height of a person, and some vines connect the gaps in the middle, as if I want to fix this broken home.

However, the sporadic light fell on the ground, making the home even more depressed.

There are many broken pots and pans on the floor of the house, and rags that can no longer see the original color are hung on the collapsed bed.

"I'm back, let's see."

Let’s just enter the room, there is a shelter on the top of the head, Chongjiu put away the umbrella and leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, jumped out and dropped one into his mouth—the cat was in his arms He slept so peacefully that he could only move one hand.

The fire was lit, but he didn't smoke his cigarette. He just squinted his eyes and looked at the dilapidated scene through the smoke.

There is really nothing more lonely than this kind of scene, even if a bird sings or an insect sings, it will only make the feeling of loneliness worse.

But Chongjiu got used to it. He has lived alone for thousands of years. Seeing this kind of scene, he no longer feels emotional. He just feels that this remnant soul is too attached to the past, and these things that no longer exist will only trap him in it. Not coming.

The remnant soul left Chongjiu, walked around the house, seemed to want to stay in a certain place for a while, but as if he didn't dare to stay, he quickly swept away everywhere.

When I brought him back, the color on his body was even lighter, and the mortal fate that trapped him seemed to have faded a little because he returned to his homeland, and there were not many things that could support him.

"Have you seen enough? It's time to talk about the things between us." With the half-burnt cigarette between his fingers, Chongjiu looked at the soul that stopped in front of him, "Tell me about the cat?"

It's kind of an exchange.

The remnant soul said that he didn't know what he had experienced. He had forgotten a lot about the past, and he also forgot a lot after his death. if.

He said that he might remember something when he arrived in his hometown, but he was bold enough to make a deal with the gatekeeper of Huangquan with empty words.

In the final analysis, this transaction is Chongjiu's passive, now there is no further clue about the cat, so it can only be tossed by the remnant soul.

Chong Jiu hadn't gotten the information he wanted, but the remnant soul seemed to let go of a little obsession in his heart, and he meant to disperse his soul here if there was a disagreement.

If you let the soul easily scatter in front of you, you don't have to mess around after Chong Ninth.

He stretched out the burning smoke in front of Remnant Soul, and the smoke was driven by the wind and melted into Remnant Soul's body little by little, making his original light body much more obvious, at least a clear outline could be seen.

Remnant Soul looked down at himself in disbelief, he never thought that he would be hanged by a, no, half a cigarette.

"Don't tell me you're going to run away when you get here. Although I don't like to make trouble, I still need to take care of those who come to my door to cheat me." Chongjiu's words didn't sound like a joke at all.

Obviously there is no word about the consequences of being cheated, but Remnant Soul feels a chill from the inside out.

He quickly shook his head, his big empty eyes looked a little innocent at this moment, and he looked at Chong Jiu pitifully: "Don't dare, what I said before is true, when I died, it was in a dream, and the stone fell down I didn’t have time to feel it at all, and it was already floating.”

"I came back here first to see what is going on here, and second, to find lost memories. I really don't remember how I was trapped in someone else's body, but I really heard it before I was caught. They're talking about black cats."

Chong Jiu: "Are you trapped in someone else's body, aren't you entangled in someone else's soul in an attempt to seize it?"

"How dare I!" Remnant Soul's voice was full of resentment, but he was a real resentful spirit, "I don't want to be trapped here either, I just want to know if there is anyone in my family, if not, I want to leave, alone What are people still doing here, seizing the house... I don't even know that I can still seize the house."

Chong Jiu stared at the remnant soul for a while, but did not suspect that the remnant soul was lying in front of him: "Who trapped you, remember?"

"I seem to remember... it was a man, wearing white clothes, his appearance... I can't remember clearly, but his voice sounded nice." Remnant Soul lowered his head and thought for a while, then slapped his forehead, "By the way, He said that there was something on the cat and he had to catch it, and then he waved to me, before I could react, he locked me in a box, and when I woke up, I was already in your room."

After he finished speaking, he saw that Chong Jiu was still staring at him coldly, shivered, and said tremblingly: "I, I really only remembered so much, my lord...don't scare me, I'm timid... woo woo Woo, if you let go of my soul, forget it, and I will return to my hometown."

Chong Jiu didn't care about his cowardice, and asked, "Then why are you on that woman, and what is your relationship with that woman?"

"Woman?" Remnant Soul's expression froze for a moment, and then his two big eyes squeezed together.

"The woman you possessed, don't you remember?"

"I..." Remnant Soul tilted his head and thought for a long time, and finally shook his head, "I don't remember, I just remember that I was very hungry, I was very hungry all the time, and no one gave me food, and I accidentally got eaten , Did I have a dream? Will I have a dream even after death?"

Chongjiu felt that he had a brain twitch to follow him because of this ambiguous sentence.

He snuffed out the remaining cigarette butts on the wall, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and put the cigarette butts away. If it wasn't for his current limited ability, he might just open the door and go back to the bookstore, and then feed this thing to the fish in the Wangchuan River .

However, just as he was about to get up and leave the room, he heard the remnant soul muttering: "I always feel that this room is a bit strange."

Chong Jiu turned his head: "Why is it strange?"

"I can't tell. My memory is confused after death. Maybe I feel wrong." He lightened his body after speaking.