cat disease

Let's start with this point first, and give me the results as soon as possible. "Chong took advantage of Yan Zijin's nonsense before he could finish his request, and hung up the phone without waiting for Yan Zijin to speak again, and turned off the phone by the way.

On the other side, Yan Zijin stared at the mobile phone that had retreated to the table, on which his own handsome face was smiling brightly.

There was a knock at the door, and Yan Zijin looked at the door in a daze that hadn't dissipated, and saw that there was an extra person on the wide open wooden door at some point.

"When did you come here? You knock on the ass even if you come in." Yan Zijin said angrily.

The original office had already been bombed. Fortunately, the surrounding walls were specially treated during the renovation. Except for that one room, it did not affect other places. However, his office can only temporarily find a guest room to make do.He said earlier that blowing up half of the second floor was just a way to show misery, but unfortunately he picked the wrong person, and the other party had no sympathy at all.

The guest room is much smaller than the study room. There is only a computer and a pen holder on a simple table.

Fang Wei pulled a chair and sat across from him: "I just came here not long ago, who is in love for the first time?"

"Jiuye, who else is there? The thousand-year-old iron tree is about to bloom." Yan Zijin took out a notebook from the drawer and wrote down the words "Shi Haoran", and said in an ambiguous tone, "It's the first time I see you. He is so anxious about being alone, it is said that yesterday he was drinking near the store, maybe the two had a good chat and hit it off right away?"

Fang Wei put both hands on the table, twirling a pen that he brought at hand, lowered his head slightly, smiled and did not speak.

Seeing that the topic hadn't been brought up, Yan Zijin took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Yu Xin, who was still running around outside, and sent Chong Jiu's name and the only information, so that Yu Xin could find out as soon as possible. to reply.

There is indeed too little information about this person. There are so many people with the same name and surname in the world. If you want to find someone with the same name, you will undoubtedly find a needle in a haystack. But there is such an advantage in being a leader. That's the employee's business, he just waits for the result.

Thinking of this, Yan Zijin felt better with Erlang's legs crossed. Looking at Fang Wei, who was not seen very much by him, he felt pleasing to the eye, and said casually: "Speaking of which, your eyes are still exactly the same as before, too beautiful, and they are too beautiful. This face doesn't match at all."

Fang Wei stretched his arms on the back of the chair, looked at Yan Zijin and said, "You haven't changed much. Every time you reincarnate over the years, no matter what family you look like."

Chapter 71

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Rather than saying that Yan Zijin is a special person, it is better to say that there is another rule of reincarnation in him.

He is not immortal, and even every death is considered tragic, and he has never really died.

The way of heaven is fair in some respects, it can open a different path for you, but at the same time there will be additional conditions for exchange.Yan Zijin is different from others reincarnated with memory, and even his appearance can be quite different, but correspondingly, he will die badly in every life.

So every time Yan Zijin brought his own book to the bookstore to report, his face was completely changed, and the broken arms and legs were light.

Fortunately, because of the ending of "unlucky death", he will not suffer from any illnesses due to his unhealthy body when he died, and he will still be alive and kicking in his limited life in the next life.

It's hard for him to experience so many ways to die, but he still hasn't lost his mind, at least he still looks like an ordinary person on the surface.

However, no one other than Chongjiu knew about this. Yan Zijin came to the world after many years before he left.

But Fang Wei seemed to have never left, he knew all the things in the world, which made Yan Zijin feel creepy, he was not understood by God at all, but he seemed to be living in an environment under long-term surveillance , Everything he did was exposed under Fang Wei's nose.

Fang Wei fiddled with the pen in his hand, flipped his long fingers over, and his movements were extremely flexible. He looked like a Moyu employee who had nothing to do to chat with the leader: "You always go to 'B', do you feel that there is something wrong in the bookstore recently? The place?"

"What's wrong?" Yan Zijin said, "Isn't it wrong that Master Jiu lost the cat? This is the most outrageous thing I've ever seen."

At first, Yan Zijin vaguely guessed about the connection between Chongjiu and cats, but after seeing Fang Wei, his guess began to waver again.

"By the way, how did you come back? Didn't it mean... right, or did God feel that Master Jiu, the gatekeeper, was incompetent, and used the aura of heaven and earth to create a god?" Speaking of this, Yan Zijin suddenly leaned back vigilantly. Come on, "You, you can't be a fake, I don't read much, so don't lie to me."

Hearing this, Fang Wei did not deny it, but smiled meaningfully at Yan Zijin, laughing so hard that his scalp almost exploded.

"Don't, don't, I was wrong." Yan Zijin scratched his hair, "What do you think is wrong with the bookstore? I'm really not familiar with that place, should I report it every time I die?"

Fang Wei lowered his head, stared at the spinning pen and said silently: "Chongjiu can't just look around because of the lost pet, right? He doesn't look like he can keep a pet by his side, so what is that cat?" ?”

When Yan Zijin heard it, his hair exploded, and he almost jumped out of his chair. Fortunately, he died and came back to life several times. Although his mental age is not as old as these old monsters, he is still quite old.He patted his chest first, and said with a dry smile, "It's not that I haven't seen that black cat before. It's no different from ordinary cats. It hangs around in the store every day and doesn't go out. I don't know why it suddenly got lost. Nine Grandpa has raised it for many years, so he may not be willing."

After speaking, Yan Zijin felt that he still needed to find an explanation for his actions just now, and added: "Don't scare me, I have seen that cat many times before, don't be a ghost, I have a bad life, but I don't want to touch anything more."

"How many years can an ordinary cat live? What's more, it is a bookstore where Yin Qi gathers. Ordinary animals will definitely die violently in three days." Fang Wei said with a smile, "Don't play dumb with me, even though you still have a lot of blood when I die. Didn't come to the human world, and after so many years, you really think I'm a fool?"

Speaking of it, it may be because Yan Zijin never existed at the same time as "Shi Yi", and he didn't know what this god was like back then.However, in the mythology books, the general gods are very approachable, and after transforming into the identity of "Fang Wei", they seem to be no different from ordinary people around them, at most they have a bad personality, and occasionally they are out of line.There is neither coldness and aloofness, nor the sense of distance that the great god descends from them and is incompatible with them. It is not as scary as the one in the bookstore now.

In the final analysis, the gods are the blessings bestowed by the heavens, and in the end they still have to benefit one party.

And Chongjiu may be because he is a ghost, and his origin and identity are unknown, even if he is a priest, the game smell on his body will not go away, and he exudes a yin energy that is heavier than a ghost, and he can't tell who it is for a while After all, it is the devil.

Thinking about it this way, Chong Jiu seems to be more suitable for that ghostly place than Shi Yi was back then.

Yan Zijin's face wrinkled together, he didn't want to play dumb on purpose, but the twists and turns in the middle are hard to tell.

"I want to ask a question. At the beginning, it was said that Chong Jiu took the skin of his predecessor to come to the present. What is the situation, and how did you come back? Since you will come back, why is the location of the bookstore still Chong Jiu?"

With a click, the Bi in Fang Wei's hand fell to the table, rolled to the other side and hit Yan Zijin's hand.

Fang Wei: "I still want to ask, where did you hear this rumor?"

Yan Zijin: "Well, it is said that someone saw it with their own eyes in the early years, and then passed it on one by one. Oh yes, I wrote it in a strange book before, saying that the inheritance of Huangquan is peeling. Eh, you guys have really strong tastes."

"When you hand over jobs, do you still need to peel the skin and pass it on to the next successor?" Fang Wei looked at Yan Zijin with a funny face, and understood the rest even if he didn't mention Yan Zijin.

There is no such thing as a skinning plot. According to the current situation, it is just a normal work handover, but the two handover people are a little special.

The corner of Fang Wei's mouth twitched into a smile, his eyes rolled, and the darkness under them was deep: "Why, are you going to skin Chong Jiu and take his place?"

Yan Zijin's body felt cold for a moment, even though he knew that the person in front of him had lost his supernatural powers and was wearing the shell of an ordinary person, he was subconsciously startled, and hurriedly waved his hands: "Don't dare, let me move Jiuye, it's better to just let me jump Wang Chuanhe came here very happily, he peeled my skin is almost the same."

Fang Wei thought for a while about the cat he picked up, it seemed that apart from being a bit cold, he didn't see it doing anything too outrageous: "Why are you so afraid of him?"

"Did you see the scar at the corner of his eye?" Yan Zijin asked mysteriously, his eyes wandering.

"See you, it's pretty, what's the matter?"

"You weren't there at that time, so I didn't know the specific situation. Now I see his scar turning red and I'm scared." Yan Zijin said, "You know people, too many comfortable days will lead to disputes. After so many years, big and small Small wars have never stopped, world wars, wars in various countries, there are all kinds of things, and when there are wars, many people will die. Your small bookstore usually looks quite empty, and there are times when ghosts crowd ghosts."

"Hey, let me tell you the truth, that cat of Master Jiu is also a ghost that has lived for many years. It is said that there is something trapped in his body, so he is very precious. Every day he acts like an ancestor in the store. As a blessing, I don’t know exactly what was released.”

"One year the war broke out, and there were too many dead ghosts, both good and bad. One by one, they carried their books to report. Many were unwilling, and there were also many who had grown rotten intestines. The ghost may think that living things can be parasitic, and wants to get into the cat's body directly while other people are not paying attention."

"At first, the ghost didn't succeed, it shrunk into a small dot and attached to the cat's fur. Jiu Ye was also busy at that time, making some ghosts every day, too many resentful spirits didn't want to go to the bookstore, so they would be on the battlefield Gathering, if it swells to a certain amount, it will really hurt people and disrupt the balance, so for a period of time, Master Jiu has been running around all year round."

Later, when he returned to the store, he happened to see the cat lying on the ground and convulsing, and the soul that was originally placed in it was floating to one side and was about to disperse.

That soul is not formed by the ordinary three souls and seven souls, it is so faint that it is almost invisible, and the evil spirits who coveted the black cat have already occupied more than half of the cat's body, and they are about to succeed.

When Chongjiu saw this scene, he didn't care about the living or the dead. The Yin Qi was violent, and all the houses within a few miles collapsed. It was unknown whether there were any living people inside. At that time, there were wars and casualties everywhere.

Chongjiu grabbed the ghost's remaining soul and dragged him out forcefully. Without asking a word, he shook the ghost away with a strong hand.

Chongjiu has been bound by the law of heaven since the day he took office, and such things that violate the laws of heaven will still be punished by heaven.

When Chong Jiu put the remnant soul floating aside into the cat's body, the scourge came down. It was not just as simple as withdrawing the supernatural powers like now, but it was a real experience of a thunderstorm.

"So there is a scar left?" Fang Wei asked.

Yan Zijin nodded: "But I didn't see it with my own eyes at the time, and I heard it later."

"Who are you listening to?"

"Hmm...Old Qin."

"Who?"

"Just forget about the one on the ferry on the Chuan River. Isn't this one who has died so many times that you are familiar with it? Listen to him when chatting."

Lao Tan, formerly known as Tan Huai, was the ferryman on the Wangchuan River who sent souls to be reincarnated. In fact, all the ferrymen on the Wangchuan River were named Tan Huai.

Fang Wei nodded: "So there is still a person's remnant soul living in that cat's body, whose?"

Yan Zijin almost blurted out "yours", but looking at the person in front of him, he felt unreasonable. It is impossible for a person to be reincarnated without all three souls and seven souls together. The body is also a fool.

But the person in front of him... is not an ordinary person.

After hesitating again and again, Yan Zijin asked, "How did you come back? I thought that when the gods disappeared, they really disappeared."

Yan Zijin could guess what he was thinking naturally: "Do you think the cat's body is my soul?"

"Then I know." Fang Wei didn't comment too much on this, but looked down at Ben under Yan Zijin's arm, "What are you going to investigate?"

"This." Yan Zijin pulled his arm away, "Jiuye asked me to check this person, just like checking his household registration. You said this person is good-looking. Over the years, Jiuye has never asked me to check anyone. This is the first time once."

The topic turned back again, and the atmosphere became relaxed again. The little Jiujiu in Yan Zijin's heart popped up again: "I suspect that your kitten is in love for the first time. Speaking of which, what will happen if a ghost combines with a human? It looks like a man with a name like that." , that can’t be considered a union, anyway, no kittens can be born.”

As soon as the words fell, Yan Zijin heard the same tone of voice again: "Anyway, you can't give birth to kittens."

Then he saw the playback bar on the phone of the person opposite him. Fang Wei turned on the recording button at some point, and recorded Yan Zijin's words verbatim.

"You're killing me!" Yan Zijin rushed over to snatch it, but Fang Wei moved faster. After putting the phone firmly in his pocket, he took a few steps back: "Don't worry, I won't let him hear it." .”

Yan Zijin said in his heart: I believe you ghost!

"Oh, by the way, the decoration team said that they will come over this weekend to install your office. Don't forget to pay for it." Fang Wei shook his phone, and with the help of audio, Yan Zijin didn't have the guts to deduct his salary.

Yan Zijin grinds his teeth.

"There is more." Fang Weigang walked to the door, turned his head and said, "Give me the water ghost."

"What are you going to do?"

"Help him return to his hometown."

Chapter 72

◎Sick visit◎

After all, Yan Zijin still didn't hand over the water ghost to Fang Wei. Based on the lessons learned from the little female ghost, Yan Zijin deeply suspected that there would be no good end for the water ghost after sending it there. There was a problem in his hand, and he didn't know how to explain it to Chongjiu when he looked back.

Fang Wei also seemed to have forgotten what he said before leaving, and did not urge Yan Zijin, and no one said anything about it for a while.

Until two days later, Rong Liang, who was lying in the hospital, woke up, staring at his eyes but still refused to put down the plush bear in his hand, so Yan Su reported that he was delirious and regarded the teddy bear as his spiritual sustenance.

The hospital said that it was possible that the bear was treated too much after the death of the daughter, and that the bear was regarded as a daughter. Now even after waking up, the consciousness has not fully recovered, and it may be that the stimulation caused the deliriousness.

But these are analyzed from a scientific point of view, in fact no one knows how.

Unable to obtain any information for a while, Yan Zijin was not in a hurry to go to the hospital. The main reason was another reason. Meng Ci, who had said to go to the garden in the villa at the beginning, was nowhere to be seen. There was nothing unusual about the stone, but the person disappeared out of thin air, and he couldn't be contacted anyway.

Yan Zijin once went to ask Chongjiu with the worst idea, and he had never seen a similar soul in the bookstore, and the person just disappeared out of thin air.

"Where did you think Meng Ci could go?" Yan Zijin bit a grape, "It made me forget about tea and food, and I couldn't even sleep well."

After speaking, he threw a grape into his mouth.

A group of employees were speechless at the leader's action, and had the urge to rush up and strangle the leader to death. Later, even if the leader died, he had to report to the Jiuye who was familiar with him. In case Jiuye came in person revenge.

Thinking of this, anyone who thinks of committing the following crimes is honest.

Fang didn't come down from the upstairs, and when passing by a few people, he just heard them talking, glanced lightly at Yan Zijin and said, "I thought where did such a big grape come from, it turned out to be the leader's belly."

After speaking, he opened the door and left without waiting for the others to respond.

The leader himself looked down at his slightly protruding belly, and then at the subordinates around him who were holding back their laughter. One of them didn't pay attention and crushed the grapes in his hand, and the juice dripped down his arm On light purple clothes.

Fang Wei stepped on the gas pedal of his work unit's car and directly stepped on the city hospital. At this time, most people were at work, and the road was fairly normal. When they arrived at the hospital, people began to crowd.

Really no matter what time of day, the hospital is the busiest place.

After parking the car, Fang Wei went straight to the inpatient department, got into the elevator and stood at the corner.

It stands to reason that with his height, no matter how ordinary his appearance is, other people will look at him a few more times when they see him. However, every time he stops and goes up and down, it seems that he has not seen such a person until the elevator stops on the 23rd floor. Squeezing out from the crowd, the rest of the people suddenly looked at the tall man who suddenly appeared in disbelief.

The high-end ward area is reserved for wealthy men. The two nurses on duty were at the front desk, keeping their heads down and memorizing things, without noticing anyone passing by in front of them.

The work on this floor is relatively easy, except that some rich second-generation people are busy when they move in due to an accident. Most of the rich people here are not seriously ill, and they go to the capital hospital when they are sick. Who is wasting time here.

And the patients in Ward 2307 do not need to be checked as frequently as before after waking up, basically once in the morning, noon and evening.

Fang Wei leisurely walked past the nurse, took a pen on the table, and followed the smell to find the room where Rong Liang was located without asking.

After Rong Liang was carried to the hospital, he didn't find any problems. After all, before the house collapsed, he was carried out by Yan Zijin for the first time. At most, he was mentally stimulated, and he definitely didn't see anything on the surface.However, in line with the principle that rich people should be treated well, otherwise they will be easily troubled later, the doctor still observed him carefully for a period of time, making sure that he would only relax after waking up.

Before Fang opened the door and went in, he saw Rong Liang sitting on the bed with his teddy bear in his arms, staring at the wall in front of him in a daze.

With a "click", the door was closed behind him, Fang Wei turned his pen and walked to Rong Liang, pulled up a chair and sat down: "It seems that you are recovering well?"

Rong Liang didn't move, only his eyes slowly turned to the side, then turned back, and continued to stare at the white wall without saying a word.

Fang Wei leaned against the back of the chair, looking like an old man, stretched his long legs very relaxedly and said: "The leader heard that you woke up, I am sorry to come to see you, let me see if there is anything I need to help."

That being said, Fang Wei didn't look like he was visiting a doctor. Others at least brought a fruit basket or a bouquet of flowers when they saw a doctor. He brought a pen with a sticker on it that said hospital.

Rong Liang was not interested in whether he really came to visit the doctor, but after seeing someone coming, he held Xiong's hand even tighter, as if Fang Wei would snatch him.

Fang Wei tilted his chair, and when he saw Rong Liang's movements, the corner of his mouth raised intentionally or unintentionally, and said, "Don't hug that bear, what's so good about a teddy bear."

Rong Liang didn't seem to hear Fang Wei's words, and still looked at the front dully, as if he had a mental problem, and ignored the outside world's words.

The chair legs fell to the ground with a click, Fang Wei leaned forward, her beautiful eyes were bent into a line, with a bewitching arc at the end of the eyes.

"Your daughter is dead."

The originally sluggish person finally reacted after hearing this. Rong Liang turned his head mechanically, and his empty eyes were especially creepy when he stared at people. Anyone who was timid would probably have been scared away by this time.

Fang Wei continued to turn the pen in his hand, met Rong Liang's eyes, and said with an undiminished smile, "Your eyes have been painted with ashes too much? You will be completely blind in a short time, why bother?"

Rong Liang's eyelids drooped slightly, and he smiled with difficulty, but he still didn't let go of the bear in his hand. Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for several days, his voice was a little unbearable when he spoke suddenly, and his voice was hoarse: "Why bother? You know Why do you ask me why? Yan Zijin asked you to come? You tell him, if you touch my things, you'd better send them back quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being disregarding affection."

"Do you still have a relationship? I thought it was just an intersection of interests." Fang Wei was not very interested in the relationship between them, "But it is impossible to send it over there. Don't you know that your house has collapsed? Could it be a doctor? I was afraid that you would be stimulated, so I didn't tell you?"

Fang Wei didn't feel guilty at all when he said this, and he didn't mean to care about the patient at all: "And the hut you built for your daughter is gone, oh yes, I met a little girl in the room..."

"What did you say!" Rong Liang suddenly became agitated, the teddy bear suddenly fell out of his hands, and he pinched Fang Wei's collar with both hands, "What's gone? What did you see?"

The chair Fang Wei was sitting on was a little short, and this action lifted him up, and the collar stuck on his neck, pressing down on his throat, making it difficult to speak and breathe.

The thin air entered the lungs with difficulty, but the smile in Fang Wei's eyes did not diminish at all: "Do you know the little girl? It's a pity that she died at such a young age, and I guess there will be no next life."

"Did you see it? You saw it!" Rong Liang kept repeating this sentence, as if the little girl didn't care what happened to her in the end, but wondered if someone else saw it.He looks so much like he has obtained a precious treasure, and carefully built a house for special placement, afraid of other people's prying eyes, it is his.

"Yes, I saw it." Fang Wei didn't think it was exciting enough, "The little one is so cute."

"You!" Rong Liang loosened his grip on the collar, and pinched Fang Wei's neck directly. With the strength of his hand, within a second, he could see the veins on Fang Wei's forehead bulge, his face flushed, and he said a word It was all strenuous, but even so, he still smiled, laughing so coldly that Rong Liang's heart was filled with cold, and he subconsciously let go.

Fang Wei took the opportunity to grab Rong Liang's wrist, and pressed his hands on the bed with great strength: "Why, are you afraid that others will see? If you are afraid, what do you give birth to her? After giving birth, she died, and you imprisoned her again. What do you want to do? The love between human and ghost? That's your daughter."

"I know it's my daughter!" Rong Liang roared angrily, but no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't get rid of Fang Wei's shackles, "I know she is my daughter better than anyone else! I love her more than anything else , she is everything to me, I can hold everything in front of her, she is the most beautiful existence, the most beautiful, there will be no one better than her in this world."

"She is so good, so cute, how can God take her away from me?"

"I love her so much, no matter what, I can't let her go. See how happy she is by my side? No one will bully her, never."

Rong Liang hugged the bear in his arms as he spoke, not as obsessively as if he was holding a daughter,

Fang Wei leaned back with disgust on his face: "Your daughter is gone."

Rong Liang tilted his head and looked at Fang Wei.

Fang Wei: "From the moment you changed your daughter's merits, you should know that it is impossible for her to enter reincarnation normally. Instead of trouble later, I will send her to heaven directly."

Rong Liang was stunned, and then said: "Isn't the Kingdom of Heaven... from the West? Hehe, where did you come from, and you want to frame me? Do you really think I don't know anything to cheat money?"

One sentence seemed to revive Rong Liang's spirit, and he became the original elite again, tidying up his somewhat messy hospital gown: "Apart from Yan Zijin, there is no one else beside me? Or do you mean that you came here behind your back to trick me? ? I heard from your leader that you are a newcomer, and the newcomers should work hard and don't think of crooked ways."

A small translucent fragment floated down from before his eyes, and Rong Liang's dark eyes watched it slowly fall to the bed, disintegrate into stars and disappear.

"The kingdom of heaven is in the west, so she walked and walked, and she couldn't get there. Finally, she exhaled and disappeared." Fang Wei blew on Rong Liang, and the disappearance of a soul into his mouth was like a piece of paper. Nothing could be more light.

"You!" Rong Liang burst into flames again, but Fang Wei stood up abruptly at this moment, the cap fell off after the pen was twisted in his hand, followed by a piercing scream.

"what!!"

The blood stretched down the palm like a spider's legs, and the blood dripped down, staining the pure white bed sheet red.

However, the strange thing is that no one was disturbed by such noise, the corridor was still quiet, and Rong Liang was in pain in the room.

Fang didn't hold down the pen, half of the pen fell into the palm of his hand.

The pen itself is not a very sharp thing, it takes so much force to pierce the palm of the hand, and the flesh around the bloody hole turns up, even a big man like Rong Liang can't bear it.

Rong Liang shook his body and wanted to resist, but at the moment when he made a move, Fang Wei directly clamped his other hand behind his back, his expression remained the same, and his smile remained unchanged, but it looked particularly frightening in the current scene.

"Don't be like this, I'm a gentleman, I don't like to do it." Now this action is really not convincing at all, but leaning forward, smiling very oppressively close to Rong Liang, and said softly , "How about we save the middle link and start with the matter of exchanging merit?"

Chapter 73

◎You are going to die! ◎

When Fang didn’t come out of the hospital, the sky was already dark. The car was parked in the parking lot on the west side of the inpatient department. Before getting in the car, he looked back at the bright tall buildings. The gray breath drifted out from individual windows, and it seemed that the lives of those who lived there would not last long.

Fang Wei sat in the car, holding the steering wheel with wet hands, and a very faint fishy smell wafted in the car.

The visit to Rongliang was not a whim, but he didn't say hello to Yan Zijin. Although Fang Wei called the leader, he was actually giving him an identity at the convenience of Yan Zijin.

When Fang Wei first came back, he didn’t intend to let others know. He wasn’t sure how long he could exist in the world. It was just a coincidence that he saw Yan Zijin. When he came back, he accidentally discovered such a person who let God open the back door. Fang Wei Just need an identity to walk in the world, it's better than searching aimlessly like a tramp.

Yan Zijin said that he himself didn't know the reason, and was suddenly excluded from the regular reincarnation. He himself said that he didn't want to do this, and he would die badly every time, but he remembered his death clearly after each reincarnation. It is also a kind of torture.

Naturally, Fang Wei didn't fully believe in Yan Zijin's rhetoric, and he could roughly guess his origin. It probably had something to do with Chongjiu taking over the bookstore later—the old guys who never see the light of day in the underground, don't worry about such a person The important place is just handed over to a spirit monster of unknown origin.

Fang Wei knew that time was limited, and he had no time to care about Yan Zijin's intentions in this world. Of course, he didn't care about the balance of what he said. Fang Wei wanted to investigate urgently. It not only related to the reason why he left in the first place. If there is still no result, Chongjiu will become the second time, and there is no guarantee that something will happen.

Borrowing the name of Yan Zijin's organization, it's really troublesome to do things with hands tied. It is estimated that Yan Zijin will talk about it for a while after he finds out about it today.

Fang Wei seemed to have heard Yan Zijin's nagging voice, digging his ears, and rushed to the city center.

There is not much information on Rongliang's side, except for an unidentified psychic.Rong Liang said that after his daughter passed away, a friend recommended him a psychic who could give him the ability to connect yin and yang. Even though the little girl had lost her physical body, she could still exist in the world. He also said some nonsense.

The profession of psychic media is not just emerging in recent years. It was not called this name in the early years. There are half immortals, great immortals, and fortune tellers. kind of thing.

Generally, the more capable you are, the less you dare to say more, because the results of some things will not change because of the process.For example, a person will die in three days. Even if the fortune teller says that he will die in a car accident in three days, try not to touch the vehicle during this period. Hit directly into the entrance of the building.Even if you really avoid the car, it is impossible to avoid the result of "death". If you touch the socket at home, you may be electrocuted.

Therefore, the half-immortal who is truly connected to the world, that is, the current psychic, seldom gambles his life to remind a person what to do. If it is because of a word from the psychic that his fate is changed, even if the disaster avoided in the end is not reported. The master will also be taken by the psychic.

When the car stabilized again, it was already in an alley in the city center.

There is no parking space here, but fortunately, the location is a bit remote, many people do not want to pay for parking, and the free parking spaces drawn by the government are already full, so they are all crowded in this alley.

In fact, there is no parking place in the alley, except for the door of the humble bookstore.

Even if the other car owners had no intention of entering the store, they knew that they should not block the door of others. Only Fang Wei parked directly in the middle, covering most of it with a clump of hydrangeas.

The moment the car door closed, the hydrangeas on both sides shook their bodies, as if welcoming the return of the old man.But I don't know which generation of grandchildren these flowers belong to.Even if it can grow in front of the bookstore, it is no longer an ordinary flower, and it cannot be the ones from the past. If it can really live with Chongjiu from a thousand years ago to the present, it must not be as simple as shaking, and it should already be crying at this moment: "Welcome. "

Pushing open the wooden door, the bell swayed non-stop, Fang Wei slapped it on the wooden door directly, making a gesture of "shh", the ringing bell seemed to understand what he said, and fell silent instantly.

The doors and windows of the bookstore are all open in the alley. Even though the setting sun is still shining orange light on the tall buildings not far away, the place is already gloomy.

The window, which was difficult to transmit light, looks even darker now. After entering the house, it can only be illuminated by the swaying candlelight on the wall. The familiar smell seems to bring the time back to a thousand years ago. He tends the flowers and plants at the door every day, Looking at the unchanging bookshelves in this store, different ghosts hold books every day and enter the door with a dazed expression. After the books fall on the bookshelves, the ghosts walk through the long corridor and enter the dark door in the back hall.

There is only a boundless river and a few small wooden boats behind the door.

Fang Wei went to the counter and knocked on the table: "Where's your boss?"

Yu Song, who was in a daze behind the counter and didn't even pay attention to Fang Wei coming in, came back to his senses after hearing the voice, stared at Fang Wei in horror, covered his mouth as if he saw a ghost, but forgot that he was the ghost.

Fang Wei sat across the table and tapped the table with his fingers: "Put your chin back, it's about to fall. Do you know that the parts on the ghost's body will disappear immediately if they fall off, and there is no chance to connect them back."

There is no guilt at all in bullshit.

Yu Song bared his teeth and hissed, supported his chin and said, "Boss, the boss isn't here, what's the matter?"

"Not here? Where did you go?" Fang Wei asked.

"I don't know." Yu Song replied obediently. As a gatekeeper, the boss's whereabouts would naturally not be reported to him.

"Oh." Fang Wei looked up and looked around, "It's okay if you're not here, I'll find something."

"Looking for what?"

Fang Wei used Song as a decoration, and walked around the shop on his own.

The last time I came here in a hurry, I didn't have time to read more, and now I noticed that there are actually some differences in the bookstore.

Although the store is not open to living people in essence, there is no guarantee that one or two people who are alive enough will sneak in, so even if the store is not deliberately decorated and disguised, it will make some changes with the times, in order to make the bookstore look less so. It's abrupt, for example, the walls that were originally made of yellow mud are now made of cement, and the rest... are not as human as when he was there, but it is in line with Chongjiu's cold temperament.

Fortunately, the hydrangeas at the door are still there, but Chongjiu has never been too cold about flowers, and he can take care of them so that they don't all die.

On the other side, Chong Jiu appeared in the hospital.

He stood in front of the window, the glaring incandescent light illuminated the whole room without a single shadow, and several doctors were busy back and forth in front of the hospital bed.

The smell of blood filled the whole room. The person on the bed was pale at this time, and his exposed hands were wrapped in thick gauze. Not only his hands, but also his arms, shoulders, and even his legs had wounds of varying degrees.The snow-white sheets have been covered