cat disease

Next, after a few ups and downs, a faint gray color finally appeared in the middle of the formation, which looked very similar to Yu Song, the remnant soul hiding on Chong Jiu's body.

Yan Zijin was blown by the wind and couldn't stand firmly. In order to fight, he could only lean back. Together with the others, he kept retreating to the side of Chongjiu, and they finally got together.

Meng Ci's umbrella was useless, and the fragile ribs crackled in the wind.

Since the leader was too stingy, and there might be no place to reimburse her if it broke, she simply used it as a crutch, leaning against a big tree behind her, so that she could stand tall in this accident with her slender body.

It won't fall down, but the hairstyle that was carefully prepared in the morning was completely blown away. A few strands of hair were blown in front of her and floated into her mouth. Meng Ci took a sip and said, "How long will it take for the formation to stop? It won't be here. Ask questions in the strong wind? I see there are already a few dusty figures, how much are you going to charge?"

"Wait a little longer." Yan Zijin said, but his words were scattered in the wind as soon as he uttered them, and he didn't convey them to a certain lady at all.He had to take a breath and shout, "They're all remnants of souls, they can't communicate, wait a minute."

"How long will it take?" Meng Cihao was displeased, "Are you always calling in ghosts from the entire mountain? I think there should be quite a few hidden in the woods. Have you brought a measuring device? Measure how much resentment you have , We people are enough to cook in one pot."

"Stew farts, I'll stew you first!" Yan Zijin may not have known how to write the words Lianxiangxiyu in his life, but he still honestly took out a palm-sized measuring instrument from his pocket.

The name of this thing is simple and rude, it's called the resentment monitor, I don't know where Yan Zijin made it up, and these people in the group always carry one with them when they go out.

There are several integer scales on the dial in a serious manner, and the horizontal lines will change up and down according to the amount of resentment, just like it is going from bottom to top now, and when it is halfway through, it will start to jump up and down in a small way.

"It's too low, it's hard to say whether he's conscious or not." Just as he finished speaking, another gust of wind suddenly blew up.

Chong Jiu was considered the calmest among them, although only he knew how tiring it was to stand, he was now a weak and ordinary person.

However, it's okay for him to work hard alone, and the people around him insisted on bringing him along regardless of the occasion. Meng Ci ran behind him, blocked half of his body, and said to Yan Zijin, "When is resentment linked to consciousness?" gone?"

Yan Zijin rolled his eyes and didn't want to speak. Fang Weidao, who had been silent beside him, explained: "Ordinary ghosts look like living people when they just die, so it doesn't matter if you complain or not. But this place has been destroyed by the sun all year round. There are too few places to hide in the sun, and the ghosts who are entrenched here and do not want to leave can only rely on resentment to support them. If the resentment is not enough, it will be quickly washed away by Yang Qi, so even if it is recruited, it is stupid and useless."

After hearing this explanation, Meng Ci looked at Fang Wei seriously for the first time.

She didn't have much feelings for Fang Wei, a newcomer. Although there are very few newcomers in the group, she always pays more attention to the good-looking ones. Fang Wei...except for the beautiful eyes, the others are really too ordinary. I can't find that kind here, it's really nothing to watch.

Fang Wei felt a gaze cast on him, turned his head and smiled, his beautiful eyes bent into a seductive arc, turned Meng Ci's face away subconsciously, and muttered: "It's amazing to know so much." ah."

After speaking, he shrank back behind Chong Jiu, relying on his petite stature, completely hid behind Chong Jiu, and Fang Wei's eyes naturally fell on Chong Jiu.

Those smiling eyes turned even wider towards Chongjiu, and Chongjiu always felt that there was a bit of teasing in his eyes looking at him, although he couldn't figure out what it was for.

Even if he didn't understand, he simply stopped watching and turned his head to continue looking at the messy array blown by the wind.

It took him a while to feel his vision disappear.

The wind blew for about ten minutes, Yan Zijin put away the monitor in his hand and said, "It's almost there."

Then he took out a spell, threw it away, and was brought into the formation by the wind.

The dust that was raised around it had a choking smell, wet and slightly fishy, ​​like some kind of smell that was picked up after being pressed in the water for a long time.

Although this smell was rare, Chong Jiu could still recognize it immediately - it was the smell of ghosts who died in the water.

Chong Jiu squinted his eyes and stared at the somewhat stable formation. The four people who had been blown upside down had now stood up straight again. The few shadows trapped by the wind in the middle were still gray, and none of them were particularly clear, as if they were evoking souls. Array failed.

However, when Yan Zijin took back the measuring instrument just now, he clearly saw that the jumping line on it was approaching the top, at least it meant that something was indeed coming, but this thing... didn't seem to be in the formation.

The wind is gradually weakening, and the cool wind around is especially obvious. With a piercing chill, the hair is lifted and brushed across the neck, like a hand without warmth.

Although Chong Jiu's ability was banned, the rest was there. He immediately understood that the cool wind was not a "wind", but more like resentment emanating from Yinhun.

As soon as this idea came up, Chong Jiu heard a voice in his head.

"Do you have any regrets in this world?" The voice was low and cold, like the whisper of a devil, with a hint of bewitching, it got into the mind and circled, and then took root in it, even if there is no regret A lot will be born out of thin air, not to mention that no one in the world has no regrets.

After saying a word, the voice paused for a while, and then continued: "What desire do you have? You carry the unwillingness and resentment of so many people on your body, do you want them to come back to life? I smell and feel, those People leave in pain."

"Poor people, do you want to complain about them? Are they your family members? Or relatives and friends? Or lovers?"

Chongjiu's head hurt from that thing's reading, and he wanted to interrupt it, but just as he raised his arm and his wrist warmed up, he was firmly grasped and unable to move.

He looked in that direction, and saw that Fang Wei was holding him, and he seemed to shake his head, the movement was too light, and it seemed to be an illusion.

In such a gap, the voice began to ramble again: "I feel the coldness in your body, you are burdened with something you shouldn't have, poor person, I can help you out, and make you reach bliss early, can you let me I look into your heart?"

As soon as the voice fell, the surroundings suddenly darkened, Chong Jiu seemed to have fallen into another place, the surroundings were pitch black, nothing could be seen, it was a place without light.

However, the temperature on his wrist has been preserved at this time, even though he can't see it, he feels that the hand holding him has not been released.

After an unknown period of time, there was still no sign of light in the darkness, and the temperature on the hand suddenly disappeared at this moment.

He was alone in the darkness, the real darkness, or maybe he became blind, and he could only sense the damp air around him with his skin, which was damp, sticky, and had a fishy smell.

Chong Jiu tried to walk two steps, the ground was covered with soft things, uneven, like quilts, and something else, one on top of the other, long, kind of like... dead bodies.

It doesn't take too long to judge, Chong Jiu can be sure that there are indeed corpses around.He has dealt with ghosts all year round, and he is very familiar with the smell of the dead.

So maybe that voice took him to a place surrounded by dead bodies, and the smell in the air around them suggested that these people hadn't been dead for a long time, maybe they weren't all human, maybe there was something else, because he kicked another small The thing is also soft, but it should not be a child, it seems that there is no bone in the whole body, but it looks like some kind of small animal.

When the wind blows over, there is a trace of heat wave, making the air seem a bit sticky.

It stands to reason that in such an environment where you can't see your fingers, and there are corpses all around, it would be crazy to change someone without being scared to death, but it is really difficult to make the gatekeeper of Huangquan go crazy because of this.

There were too many things lying on the ground, so much that Chongjiu even began to be unsure whether it was a corpse or a sandbag. Deaths on this scale did not appear in today's society, and even natural disasters were difficult.

Walking aimlessly is a very patient thing, only the wind can remind time is flowing, perhaps a torture test, although I don't know what the purpose is.

However, this kind of test is quite common for Chongjiu, and the bookstore he is in is more like a place forgotten by time.

Although there is light in the bookstore and you can see the souls that keep coming in, it seems that time is still, doing the same thing over and over again, listening to the bell on the door ringing, watching a book float to the shelf, and then watching the bookstore. The books that have been written for many years disappeared in a puff of smoke - that is, the owner of the book has passed away, and no one remembers him anymore. Even the trace left in the bookstore has disappeared, which is a complete death.

Thinking of this, Chong Jiu suddenly remembered that he still had a lighter in his pocket, and he took it out with a click.

The flame is not big, and it is reasonable to say that it can illuminate the surroundings, but it only lights up the hand holding the lighter.The surroundings are still pitch black, like a big mouth swallowing all the light.

He frowned, and touched his hair tentatively. It was empty, and Yu Song, who was entwined in it, ran to nowhere.

A gust of wind blew past, and just extinguished the flame on the lighter, as if a person standing opposite purposely blew out the small fire.

The light disappeared again, and Chong Jiu didn't move. He stood on the spot and looked ahead, even though he couldn't see anything, his eyes didn't move a little bit.

He raised his hand and slowly groped forward. His pale fingers were hidden under the darkness. Apart from relying on feeling, he couldn't see where he touched or how high he lifted.

The thing he touched the most with this hand was the soul, and years of experience told him what kind of "person" was standing in front of him.

Just as he raised his hand halfway, a voice suddenly broke the silence around him and pierced Chongjiu's ears: "Go forward, keep going."

Chongjiu recognized the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar voice immediately. This person's voice had appeared in his dreams and hallucinations many times—it was too late.

Ever since Shi Yi died, Chongjiu would always see him in different situations, as if he had some kind of obsession, paranoid that Shi Yi would not die, even though he had seen Shi Yi's dilapidated soul with his own eyes.

That wisp of remnant soul didn't even have any consciousness at all, like a piece of broken glass, if it wasn't very familiar, it would be impossible to imagine what he looked like originally.

Since then, Chong Jiu has fallen into some kind of curse, as if Shi Yi has been by his side and never left, and it seems that he has left completely. All this is his illusion, just like now.

After hearing the voice, Chong Jiu put down his hand. He didn't rush to take this step, but stood there and looked forward stubbornly, as if he wanted to look at the person talking to him through layers of darkness, but he didn't need to. You can see it with your eyes, and think of what kind of expression that person is talking to him now.

Must have been with an annoying smile.

After an unknown period of time, even the surrounding wind has subsided a lot, and the environment seems more stuffy and humid. The blood on the corpse seems to have evaporated into the air and stuck to the skin.

Until Chong Jiu finally moved, he still walked at a leisurely pace, without the slightest anxiety because of the darkness, but this step - he stepped in the opposite direction.

Within two steps, he heard the man laugh out loud, and said, "It's the opposite."

Chong Jiu pursed his lips, but his slightly frowned brows relaxed at this moment.

He liked seeing the man annoyed, a little sickly.

Chong Jiu walked a few more steps, but the abnormality behind him still did not disappear, as if deliberately waiting in place, waiting for Chong Jiu to turn around and follow his advice.

However, Chong Jiu stubbornly refused to listen, stepping over corpses unchanged.

At this time, he really looks like a man from hell, right?

The blood smelled all over his body, there were dead bodies under his feet, and whimpering was mixed in the surrounding wind, with unwillingness and resentment, entangled around him, the intruder, but he couldn't do anything, he could only pass by him awkwardly , At most, it drives the hair and the corners of the clothes to float up and down.

Chong Jiu didn't know where he should go, whether Shi Yi was pointing in the right direction, maybe he should stand where he was and wait.

If the previous voice brought him to this place, after all, there was a purpose, and it couldn't be to trap him here, what good would it be?

I don't know how far I've walked, but Chongjiu has already started to feel a little tired. Even if he has no ability, he is still a fairy, weak and strong. If so, he also feels tired, and the soreness rises from his calf. .

This feeling hasn't passed for a long time, at least he hasn't felt it since he took over the bookstore.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but after this strange start, the surrounding wind suddenly stopped, and he seemed to be trapped in some kind of liquid, which increased the resistance of his progress and surrounded him with sticky, making him feel like he was moving every step he took. It requires great strength, and after that, it is difficult to move an inch.

As the resistance increased, the voices in my ears began to be noisy, speaking some incomprehensible languages, mixed together, mournful and hysterical, it was the voice of countless wraiths.

The sound became louder and louder from far to near, and finally seemed to explode in the ears.

The moment the voice sounded again, the sharp cone pierced directly into his mind.

Chongjiu staggered, his head started to feel dizzy, and the unintelligible words gradually became clear. It was an ancient language that had disappeared for a long time, but he could clearly understand every word.

Those people sent all their unwillingness, resentment and curses to Chongjiu verbatim.

Just before Chongjiu lost consciousness, he heard a sigh.

The only difference between fainting and waking up is that the time passed quickly, and the moment he regained consciousness, Chongjiu felt the light before his eyelids lifted. Although it was faint, it projected into his pupils with a fleshy color.

Even though he knew that he should have left the original place by now, the piercing voice still left a little aftertaste in his mind, and he couldn't hear it.

Chong Jiu patted his forehead, and his heavy eyelids opened a gap, but what he saw was not the blue sky.

The humming subsided, and he heard the familiar language again. The voice was a little weak, and it seemed to be an uncontrollable moan from the extreme pain.

The voice was not far away from him. He tilted his head, but was shocked by the scene in front of him.

He had indeed left the dark environment, and there were no countless corpses under his feet. Now he was lying in a ruin.

Surrounded by rubble, he was half-pressed under a huge rock and couldn't move.The lower body has lost all feeling, and can only feel a stream of warm liquid flowing out, but the body is extremely cold.

Only his upper body is still able to move, but his body has started to become a little stiff. It stands to reason that he should be running out of time.

However, he is not only a fairy, but also a cursed person. He sometimes doubts that even if his body is completely smashed, is he still dragging his body of flesh and struggling to live, and he will not die no matter what.

This thought used to make Chongjiu a little anxious, but that was many years ago. Now, no matter what kind of body he is in, or what kind of scenes he faces, he can already face it calmly, just like now.

Chong Jiu was sure that the lower body was basically in a state of mess, but he didn't know how it got to this point.

He turned his head stiffly, and saw not far away was a hand covered in mud between the cracks in the stone.

It was a woman's hand, smaller than ordinary hands, and the slender fingers were covered with wet mud. They twitched once and for all in a pool of blood. The voice heard earlier was from the owner of the hand.

Chongjiu couldn't see the woman's situation from this angle, and could only hear the faint groaning, occasionally uttering the word "help".

The cold rain slapped on the ground and also hit Chongjiu's face. It wasn't that big. It took a long time to think about it, and he lay here and fainted for a long time.

A few bolts of lightning struck, illuminating the eyes. Although the rain blurred his vision, Chongjiu could still see the surrounding scene clearly—the disaster at this time was probably the mudslide that happened in Nanxi Village back then.

Surrounded by boulders and broken trees, there was no one in sight, except for the woman.

Maybe it was because of the rain, but it was still dark and I couldn't tell the time.

Chong Jiu raised his head again, looking at the raindrops falling in the sky, he thought he must have entered some kind of illusion.

Just when he thought he was going to lie down until rescue came, the cold voice from before sounded again: "Is this what you experienced back then? Poor guy, is that your family not far away? She seems very Painful and weak like a kitten, I don’t know how long I can last.”

If this is really someone's relatives, they may have already started hysteria after hearing this sentence. No one can bear the fact that their relatives leave this world with scars in front of them, and it is still in such an unexpected situation.

The voice continued: "They really left, right? That's why you can't let it go. You want to go back to this place and find the traces left by your relatives. They don't really want to leave you alone. In this world, they also want to accompany you, but there is no chance, and they must be unwilling when they leave, and leave with their concern for you."

Chong Jiu raised his head and looked at the broken roof. The opening of the hole was somewhat familiar. There hadn't been any vines growing there, and it looked like it was when it was just destroyed—it was the room he took Yu Song to.

It turned out that he was taking Yu Song's identity now, and what he was experiencing now was what Yu Song had seen with his own eyes.

Seeing that Chongjiu didn't respond, the voice continued to use a chilly tone, deliberately mourning and complaining: "Look at how painful she is, struggling to die in pain, such a dead person will also be disabled in the next life, it's really pitiful, I Knowing that you are also heartbroken, you came here to save her, didn’t you? There are also those who are buried under the stone, those relatives who loved you so much.”

Rainwater flowed down the corners of Chong Jiu's eyes. At first glance, it looked like he was crying. His bloodless face was now even paler, weak and pitiful. I didn't see anything wrong with the unknown things, and felt that I could control this person's mood with just a few words, which was really great.

He said: "What do you want, just say it, as long as you say it, I can help you do it, follow your inner thoughts."

Chong Jiu's body became colder, and there should not be much blood left in his body.

He still remembered that Yu Song once said, perhaps in the chaotic period after his death, he heard someone mention cats, so he pulled himself together and asked, "What kind of wish, rebirth?"

After hearing this, the voice was obviously excited for a moment, and when he answered, he couldn't control the rising tone: "Of course!"

After he finished speaking, he realized that his reaction was wrong. After a pause of two seconds, he returned to Piao Miao: "The Lord God will forgive your selfishness. You are all kind people, and you shouldn't end your life like this."

This sentence sounds a bit familiar, Xu Ping said it back then.

Chong Jiu narrowed his eyes, carefully discerning the direction of the voice, and then asked, "What do I need to do?"

What he said was ambiguous, and he didn't say who he wanted to let live, nor did he say that he wanted to make a wish.

However, that voice may have been waiting here for a long time, finally waiting for a fish to come to the door, and he didn't want to let it go at all. He didn't realize that there was something wrong with Chongjiu speaking calmly in such a scene, but he was just eager to say his own.

"You don't need to do anything. You are a kind person, and your family is also kind. Kind people should be rewarded. It is the fault of those bad people. The size of this world is limited, and the number of people it can accommodate is also limited. Yes, so those bad people should go to hell, only you good people can survive, it's not your fault."

What nonsense, the creator dare not say who is good and who is bad, and unknown things that popped up in the countryside dare to tell the world what is good and what is evil.

Chongjiu didn't want to spend too much time following others, and couldn't bear the temper that wanted to go berserk, so he asked, "Can my cat be saved?"

Hearing that voice, he was obviously taken aback. Under such circumstances, he could still think of cats...is this the thinking that normal people should have?

But in order to achieve the goal, it doesn't matter if the cat is not a cat.

The voice laughed twice and said, "Naturally, this is the reward you deserve. Life is equal, whether it's a human or, uh, a cat."

"Can the half-dead be saved?"

"of course."

"Then what do you want in exchange?"

Chong Jiu's calmness finally caught the attention of the voice. He pondered for a long time, as if he was thinking about the unreasonable reason, but after thinking about it, he didn't find anything unusual about Chong Jiu.

He is a little urgent now, he is about to succeed, and there are two more people, as long as there are two people, he can achieve his goal.

Thinking of this, the vigilance that had just been raised was immediately washed away by the upcoming success.

Suppressing the urgency in his heart, he said, "As long as you get rid of two bad guys, it's very simple. The places in this world are limited, and there are so many bad guys. It's ironic that they do all kinds of bad things but survive. Should they be punished, and you are acting on behalf of the heavens, this is a good deed, and it will also accumulate blessings for yourself and your descendants, and will help you go to heaven in the future."

"Heaven? Isn't that a foreign land?" Chong Jiu's body lost a lot of blood, and his mind became confused, so he subconsciously followed the sentence.

The voice didn't expect to get such a reply. He was stunned for a while, and suddenly became a little mad: "Don't you want them? Don't you love them? You are willing to live alone in the world, abandoning others, and want to do a sinner?"

As soon as the words fell, Chong Jiu suddenly felt a cool breeze in his right ear.

Due to the lack of blood supply and lack of oxygen in his brain, his thinking was a little sluggish. He turned his head without thinking about anything, and the tip of his nose almost hit something, when he saw a bloody face next to him, with a sad tone Said: "You don't want me anymore?"

The author says:

It's too late to finish writing, my back hurts TAT

Chapter 38

◎The transaction is concluded◎

A piece of the man's forehead collapsed, and the skin and bones were smashed.A large piece of hair and scalp had been torn off on the side, and there were sticky blood streaks on the pale bones. Only by virtue of the long hair and chin on the side could one tell that this was a woman.

She stared blankly at Chong Jiu, her eyes were red, and the blood flowed out from the corners of her eyes, getting thinner as it went down, and scattered in the mud after being diluted by the rain, her nose also continued to bleed, and her whole face looked a bit horrible.

Chong Jiu was pinned down by a stone and couldn't move, and the woman was very close, and a faint dead person floated over through the net woven by the rain.

She was already dead, and the small, blood-stained hand supporting her body was the one that had been lying in a pool of blood before.

Chongjiu's thinking was a little numb, why is it raining again...

The original chanting voice changed from one to two, and the previous voice still said bewitching words: "Look at your relative, how painful she is now, even if she is reincarnated in this state, her next life will not be easy, you really Can you bear to see her suffer like this? Just for those bad people who not only have nothing to do with you, but also harm society and persecute others?"

A woman's voice came in at this moment: "Do you really not care about me? Look at me now, I am so unwilling to die. I am going to make some delicious food tomorrow, and I have an appointment with Sister Wang next door." I want to go shopping in the city, I want to buy some medicine for my dad, and I want to bring you some of your favorite crispy candies... Am I going to be unable to go anywhere now? Huh, huh..."

After that, the woman began to cry.

It is indeed pitiful to die due to natural disasters, and it is worthy of sympathy, but it is even more unreasonable to exchange the lives of others just because you are unwilling to die.

Chong Jiu turned his head and continued to look at the sky, he would rather be drenched by the rain than look at the woman's broken face.

Seeing that he had said so many words to no avail, the previous voice finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the sound of pattering footsteps came from far to near.

Chong Jiu felt someone stop beside him and squatted down.

The man lowered his head, his facial features were squeezed together on his swollen face, his hair was tied together in strands, and there was a little dark green water grass in the middle.

water ghost?

Chong Jiu raised his head slightly, just in time to meet the other party's eyes.

The water ghost was obviously taken aback.

His stupefied expression is really a bit euphemistic, a pair of squeezed peas eyes can't see any eyes at all, it's a bit like a novice who just started painting can't grasp the proportion of facial features for a while, put them all in the middle, and leave the rest in a large area Bai, oh no, stay blue, the water ghost's face turned blue-purple, faintly black.

He deliberately exposed his real body to scare this lifeless person, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him didn't react at all after seeing him, except that his eyes were slightly blurred...

That's right, it must be because he lost too much blood, so his brain is not working well, so he didn't react after seeing him, or this person thought he was dead, so he was indifferent to him.

What a dull man, so stupid.

The water ghost grinned, showing a row of jagged and blackened teeth, and said, "Look, you're almost dead now, and there's still no one to save you, and you can't even see the scene in front of you clearly. Your short life is mediocre, you haven't even enjoyed the most basic good life, and you don't even have the right to say that you have lived in this world."

Chongjiu was indeed a little sleepy, a normal reaction of excessive blood loss, but the person in front of him was not only ugly but also smelly, he could talk as soon as he spoke, and he was so close, he didn't feel disgusted.

The woman interjected: "Promise him, if you promise him, we can go back to our previous life, or even better, we can bask in the sun together, and have another baby, don't you feel very happy? I am in so much pain... woo woo woo ...It hurts..."

Chong Jiu was really tired from lying down, he had never been lying in one place for such a long time.

He regretted a little, if he hadn't been so impulsive last time, he wouldn't have been sent by heaven, but now he can directly pinch the water ghost to ask questions.The water ghost is not a living person, and he is not an ordinary ghost. Even if he is gone, no one will care about him.

The water ghost didn't know what Chongjiu was thinking, but saw his frowning, felt a trace of annoyance, thought that he had already convinced this person, and chased after the victory: "Just promise me, I can satisfy your wish." Wish, you don’t lose money, this can be regarded as doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.”

It's really a bad word.

"Yes." Chongjiu said suddenly, "As long as you can survive the person I want to save, two bad guys are nothing."

As soon as Chong Jiu spoke, a bolt of lightning struck the sky above, and the water ghost's face changed visibly with the naked eye. It seemed that it was not as swollen as before, and its facial features looked much clearer.

The corners of his mouth were wide open, probably because he had been soaked in water for a long time, and his skin could not withstand too much movement. His smile extended from the corner of his mouth, and even rotten flesh fell down. The scene was extremely disgusting.

"Then we have reached a contract, and I will help you fulfill your wish, but you have to do a few small things as agreed." Shui Gui stood up and took a few steps around Chongjiu.

The woman beside her, to be precise, was a female ghost. After hearing this, she finally stopped crying and lay quietly on one side, waiting for something, maybe waiting for her resurrection.

However, resurrection is not that simple. If it was so simple, Xu Ping would not be like this now.

Thinking of this, Chongjiu asked: "Did Xu Ping from the same town also listen to your words?" He thought for a while, and then pretended to be ignorant and said, "She told me that there is a Lord God to fulfill her wish for her. I saw her holding someone's ashes..."

Chong Jiu didn't finish the rest of the sentence, deliberately leaving some space for the water ghost to make up for himself.

The water ghost is in a state of excitement, as long as this person agrees, it will be considered as a deal with the ghost, and this kind of deal cannot be terminated under normal circumstances. At least so far, no one can escape the contract, even if it is just a simple one. "Hmm".

Now that there is a contract, the water ghost has less scruples. He smiled and said: "Naturally, the Lord God is equal, and all kind people should be treated equally. It's just that she hasn't fulfilled her promise so far. She wants too much." Too much, too little to pay, you will see yourself differently, you..."

Before the water ghost finished speaking, he happened to see the stone on Chongjiu's body.The huge stone almost broke half of his body, and the blood and rain dyed the surroundings of the stone red. If it was another person, he would have been out of breath, but why can this person talk to him so much, even Consciousness is awake.

"You—" Shui Gui panicked for no reason.

What answered him was not the expected voice, but another one: "Why did you drag us to this place, still, still—"

The man returned it for a long time without returning a result, and he seemed to be unable to find a suitable word to describe the current scene.

"Jiuye, is this the latest trendy style of yours? Forgive my ignorance, it's quite unique."

Even if Chongjiu didn't look at it, he could know who was coming. If it was so inconsequential, the respectful title didn't have the slightest respect, and there was such an unbearable ridicule in every detail.

Fang Wei.

Chong Jiu closed his eyes. In the original scene where there were only two ghosts and one inhuman, a somewhat abnormal normal person finally mixed in. At the same time, the previously slightly weird confined space was also broken at this moment.

Fortunately, a thread was left behind, and the water ghost couldn't escape.

Fang Wei stepped on the water and walked up to Chong Jiu, holding an umbrella in his hand.

This umbrella is very familiar, it is the one that Chong Jiu was holding before, and it fell into Fang Wei's hands more than once.

"Jiuye, you are hurt a little bit, can you still get up?" Fang Wei looked in the direction of the stone, and saw something frowning together, seemed a little worried, and seemed to have some incomprehensible emotions, "It seems a bit troublesome."

It's more than a little troublesome, it's really troublesome.

Chong Jiu said with a sullen face: "Help if you can, don't make sarcastic remarks if you don't help."

"Master Jiu, don't be angry, I didn't say I won't help." Even so, Fang Wei still didn't move, an umbrella covered him and Chong Jiu, "By the way, when I came here just now, I found a Interesting thing, that thing said it was looking for you, so I brought it here."

After finishing speaking, he took out a cigarette case from his pocket, which coincidentally belonged to Chongjiu, and it was none other than Yu Song who had a head popping out of it.

Yu Song was rubbed so small that he was forced to stuff it into a cigarette case. Now that he was finally able to catch his breath, he poked his head out to look at Chong Jiu, and asked in surprise, "Why are you like this?"

Chongjiu laughed angrily, propped up on his arms, and barely got up to take the cigarette case in Fang Wei's hand.

Now that the Lord has come, he doesn't have to lie here anymore.

Chong Jiu Yu Song pulled it out and held it in his palm.

This grip directly made Yu Song roll his eyes and lost consciousness.

Yu Song had passed out with Chongjiu originally, but he didn't go to the dark place, and he didn't see the mountain of corpses, and when he woke up, he was stuck in the crevice of the rock.

He is a remnant soul, not complete, everywhere around here is full of resentment, and if he is not careful, he will be swallowed by other resentment souls and become a part of others, so he can only hide in the cracks of the stone until Fang Fang not picked up.

When Yu Songhe was with Chongjiu, he felt that Fang Wei had a strange aura, and that aura was a bit similar to Chongjiu, but that point was too vague, and it was difficult to describe it in words other than the subconscious.

Now that Fang Wei has been here a few times, seeing him holding the familiar black umbrella, the indescribable feeling is even more obvious.

Yu Song shook his body, looked at Fang Wei, and immediately expressed his attitude: "I am a good ghost, and I will not harm others."

"I know, you have been following Xiaojiu before." Fang Wei smiled, but Yu Song felt that his smile was more terrifying than his expressionless face, which made him tremble all over.

Fang Wei tilted his head: "What are you shaking?"

"I...it's raining too much, I'm a little cold, cold..."

What a bullshit reason, ghosts can't get wet in the rain, let alone cold, cold ass.

Fang Wei did not expose him, chuckled twice, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and Yu Songxin