cat disease

It kept rushing into the room, and then a blue-purple hand suddenly appeared on the window sill, fingers grasping the wall vigorously, something was crawling into the room.

Chong Jiu's eyebrows twitched, and the only little snake in his hand that hadn't mutated turned around, facing the window sill, trembling as if he was afraid of something.

The blood on the ground had spread to Chongjiu's feet, and the rising red mist shrouded everything in a haze. The stench filled the tip of his nose. Chongjiu's eyes were suddenly in a daze. A bluish-purple hand suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, the gap between the palm and the fingers was covered with blood, the five fingers were spread out, and he was already close at hand in the blink of an eye, no matter how fast his reaction was, he couldn't escape such a close-range attack.

The red mist is not an ordinary blood gas, and it is vigorously piercing into the eyes like life.

Chong Jiu squinted his eyes, and after a while, he could only vaguely see the outline of the things in front of him.

The hand was hanging in front of his eyes out of thin air, and he flew straight towards Chong Jiu's face.The moment his palms grabbed him, Chongjiu turned his head sideways, and there was a burning pain in his earlobe, and something wet was flowing down his face.

Chong Jiu wiped the back of his hand - it was blood, his eyes were bleeding out.

Chapter 82

◎The voice engraved in the bones. ◎

At this moment, the small room seemed to become infinitely large, and even the air became some kind of obstacle, penetrating through the skin into the bone seam to glue the joints together, hindering the movement of the people inside.

There was only a patch of red in front of Chongjiu's eyes. After the first attack by the strange hand, his vision was completely deprived, the stickiness on his face continued to flow, and his earlobe was tingling constantly.

After he couldn't see, the rest of his senses were magnified countless times. Before a strong wind rushed in front of him, Chongjiu immediately wanted to retreat to the side, but the room was too small, and he hit the bed in two steps. He was looking for something just now, unconsciously Walking to the innermost end of the room, I never thought that such a change would happen.

At the critical moment, he couldn't allow him to hesitate too much, according to the direction in memory, he jumped out from the center of the bed, the hole he had broken earlier, and there was a loud noise behind him, which was exactly where he was standing just now.

The line of sight was obstructed, and it was inconvenient to move. Chongjiu ignored the clues in the room, so he had to leave here first.

However, the ghost-generated domain never leaves as soon as it is said, even if it is broken, he still has to find an opportunity, but now he has not even seen the owner of the domain, only a broken arm.

The stench was getting bigger and bigger, and I didn't know what was sticky under my feet. Chongjiu knew that it was the product of the evil spirit's resentment mixed with blood. The more sticky the surrounding air and blood, the greater the ghost's resentment .

It stands to reason that if Fangran didn't care about such a ghost, the apartment building would have been destroyed long ago, but when Chong Jiu came up, he didn't find anything unusual.

The door was locked, and the tick-tock behind him was moving from the bedroom to the door.

Following the direction he remembered, Chong Jiu flashed to the kitchen next to the entrance, closed the door tightly and locked it, pinched a cloth strip to tie it over his eyes, tied up the wound on his hand, and listened carefully to the movement outside.

Feeling powerless, Chong Jiu sat down slowly by the door.

Even the days of God's punishment were not as empty as now, it seemed that the energy belonging to him in the body was losing little by little, and the blood that covered the ground officially came from his body.

This feeling became more and more intense as time went by, and the ticking sound outside became more and more clear, followed by small footsteps, one step, one step, from nowhere, slowly approaching the kitchen .

Chong Jiu held his breath, and the sound of footsteps finally reached the kitchen door, and the stench could be smelled even through the wooden door.

It was a smell of blood mixed with rotting minced meat, after soaking for a long time.

After the sound of footsteps stopped, something outside didn't seem to be in a hurry to open the door to catch the prey. Chong Jiu's breathing was barely audible, and the blood vessels could not be seen clearly under the pale face. , It really seems to be dead.

Then, he heard singing outside. At first, he couldn't hear the melody or the lyrics of the singing, but he could only hear that each word had a long sound, but it was out of tune.

Chong Jiu leaned against the door and listened for a while before he could hear what was sung clearly, and his face also changed from white to black, back and forth several times.

"Little~rabbit~be darling~open~the door~quick~click~open~I~want~come~come~~"

With the strange punctuation and the unpleasant smell, Chongjiu almost couldn't control it, and directly slashed the door and the thing on the opposite side with his sword.

Unexpectedly, today, he has become a rabbit waiting to be slaughtered.

It doesn't matter, what makes Chongjiu's face dark is that he is really familiar with this voice, and not long ago, he invited him to bed together...

Chong Jiu held the doorknob and stood up, not in a hurry to open the door, clutching the doorknob and waiting to listen to the singing that had just stopped outside.

Although I have never seen a ghost imitating other people's voices, Chong Jiu has often had hallucinations since a long time ago, seeing Shi Yi standing in front of him or simply watching, or doing some things he used to do before.

However, now that he knows Fang Wei's identity, Chong Jiu is sometimes afraid that the Fang Wei he thinks is also a product of unconsciousness. Especially in recent years, this phenomenon has happened more and more frequently, so that Chong Jiu Sometimes it is hard to tell what is illusory and what is real.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door, and an unserious voice came from outside the door again: "If Master Jiu doesn't open the door, I will be eaten by ghosts."

Chong Jiu's heart moved, and the door lock opened with a click.

When he said this, Chongjiu didn't care whether there were people or ghosts outside. After all, he was the one who lived in the gap between yin and yang. No dark things.

Before Chong Jiu could open the door, someone outside pushed Chong Jiu hard.He didn't have any strength at all, and he was stuck against the wall, relying on the support of the wall to not fall down.

Chongjiu couldn't see what scene was in front of him, so he heard someone say, "Huh?"

One word made Chong Jiu's heart drop to the ground - if it was a monster, the first thing he came in would be to rush to his prey, so there would be no time to wonder about other things.

"Why are you here?" Chong Jiu spoke first.

Someone came to close and lock the door again, and then there was no sound for a long time.

Although Chong Jiu's sight was blocked, he still felt the scrutinizing gaze in front of him.

He touched his face, he didn't understand why, so he explained one more sentence: "It's not my blood."

"Yeah." The other party couldn't hear any emotion, only heard the clanging sound of the body leaning against the door panel, "Something happened just now, I thought I was the only one who entered the domain, but I didn't expect you to be there."

"You were there just now? Why didn't I see you?"

"Should... separate us." The other party hesitated, as if he was hiding something.It stands to reason that people have always been impeccable in their speech, even if they take away witnesses...witness ghosts, they seem to be obedient subordinates, everything is arranged by Yan Zijin, and it has nothing to do with him.

There must not be a dime, but there must be hundreds of dollars.

There are benefits of being invisible, at least Chongjiu doesn't have to pay attention to the other person's expression, and always wants to guess the deep meaning of his words.

Now, he didn't really want to guess anymore, and when he got emotional, he asked one more question: "Why did you come back?"

It was Fang Wei who came.

He was obviously taken aback when he heard Chong Jiu's words, and even stopped breathing for half a second, then chuckled lightly: "What do you think it is for?"

At this moment, he didn't deny it, or maybe he pretended not to understand Chong Jiu's words.

Chong Jiu pursed his lips and didn't answer.

The stench around is still very strong, but the two people in the room are still talking about things that have nothing to do with this room.

Perhaps it is because of this kind of place, where there are no outsiders, no traces of time, and no unfamiliar traffic, they can let go of the gap between the times and say a few words that belong to them.

But this seems to have come to an end, Chongjiu has always been bad at words, he wants to ask a lot, such as "what do you want to do" and "what do you want from me".

While thinking, there was a sudden warm touch on the cold cheeks, and then Fang Wei said: "Why did you make yourself so dirty, it doesn't look good."

Chong Jiu immediately froze in place, allowing Fang Wei to smear the dirt on his face.

In fact, it is not much cleaner than before. There is no water here, and strong wiping can only wipe the dirt everywhere.

"I……"

"Hush." ​​Fang Wei interrupted Chong Jiu, "When did you find out?"

He really didn't defend himself at all, he didn't say a word of negation, it seemed that he didn't intend to pretend from the beginning to the end.

Chong Jiu paused before saying, "I don't know, maybe it's very early."

It should have been very early. From the moment he saw Fang Wei for the first time, his body's instinctive reaction had already shown that the person in front of him was different from other people. It was just that he thought it was because he hadn't been in contact with others for a long time, so he added extra. disgusted.

The opportunity to finally recognize...he didn't want to mention it.

Fang Wei seemed to be smiling.

Chong Jiu didn't hear the laughter, he only heard a few rapid exhalations.When most people laugh, they either stop breathing for a short time, or they are very short of breath.

Chong Jiu can only judge Fang Wei's attitude from these details.

Fang Wei: "Why did you cut your hair short?"

It was an irrelevant topic again, as if he didn't see the black cloth on Chong Jiu's eyes and the blood on his face.

"Long hair gets in the way."

The surroundings became quiet again, but the sound of footsteps outside the door sounded again.

With this change, the two of them finally don't have to talk awkwardly about some unnutritious topics.

However, Chongjiu thinks that maybe he is the only one who feels embarrassed. No matter whether it is Shiyi back then or Fangwei now, he is a person who is slick and smooth in any situation. , Even basic communication is somewhat difficult.

The sound of footsteps stopped at the door again, and the two tacitly maintained the movement just now, neither of them moved. However, after this stop, Fang Wei's hand stopped on Chongjiu's cheek, where Chongjiu felt touched Itchy, I really want to slap that hand off.

Before Chong Jiu could move, that hand might have sensed that such a movement was inappropriate, so it retracted silently.

Except for the occasional inaudible breathing sounds around him, Chong Jiu almost thought that there was only him from the beginning to the end, and Fang Wei was still imagining it.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The door knocking sounded again, every time it seemed to knock on the heart, hitting the door according to the frequency of the heartbeat, it seemed that every knock could leave a hole in the door.

The rhythmic knocking on the door lasted for a few minutes and then suddenly stopped, and then a slight cry sounded, pulling a long tune to cry out all the grievances in his heart, and at the same time, the air became thicker.

Chongjiu didn't care if he would disturb the outside world, although he was a little unwell now, but it was much better than Fang Wei who had become an ordinary person.

Feeling the direction of the surrounding heat, he grabbed Fang Wei's wrist out of thin air, and then pulled him behind him, put his finger on his lips and let out a "shh", he was afraid that Fang Wei would not be able to see it if he just made a movement No, so there was still a very light sound.

The obviously very soft voice should be annihilated in the cries of the evil ghost, but the cries stopped abruptly at this moment, as if Chong Jiu's action somehow reminded Fang Wei, and at the same time reminded the crying soul.

In the next second, Chong Jiu heard a very soft voice, leaned into his ear, breathed air, and said, "Shh, we are not noisy, we are obedient."

This is a sentence different from modern languages. It is an ancient human language. It is rarely recorded in books. However, Chongjiu can hear every word clearly. It is the age of his birth, even though he has not heard it for so long. I have seen it before, and every sound seems to be engraved in the bone.

"We are you."

Chapter 83

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My ears hurt from the thunder, the sound seemed to come from the distant past through time and space, with the sound of the wind blowing the flags and hunting.

His originally blind eyes suddenly saw blood red, but not long after, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the black cloth covering his eyes disappeared. He was standing on a high ground, surrounded by cloth and weeds. Things, the smell of carrion is everywhere, and this place looks like a centralized garbage disposal site.

The moment his vision recovered, Chongjiu looked around but saw no one else, seeing a desolation, he seemed to be pulled to another place.

The shattered hair around his ears was blown up by the wind and stuck to his cheeks. Although the place had changed, the stickiness in the air hadn't diminished in the slightest. He squinted his eyes. His eyes had just recovered and he couldn't see clearly. It took a while for him to become really clear. .

However, this clarity made Chong Jiu's eyes widen suddenly, his lips pressed tightly together, and the scars at the corners of his eyes became more and more seductive—where there were rags and weeds in the big and small bulges around, the undulating things were all corpses, and some of them were just dead bodies. There were a handful of dead bones left, some of which were still covered with rotten flesh, and under Chongjiu's feet was stepping on a carrion corpse with half of its body rotting away.

Although Chongjiu has dealt with Yinwu all the year round, it doesn't mean that he can easily accept this kind of scene.

He frowned and suppressed his discomfort and looked around, but he couldn't find a place to stay temporarily. In the gaps where the corpses were lined up around him, strands of black hair stuck to the little rotting scalp left, and the other side was exposed. Black bones, white worms in the eye sockets are slowly wriggling

Chong Jiu didn't rush forward, he could guarantee that he hadn't seen the scene here since he became a gatekeeper, but it was strangely familiar, there was a whimper in the thin wind, but there was something wrong everywhere here.

There are corpses everywhere, but there is only a faint yin energy in the air, no ghosts. Even if so many people are all dead, at least there will be fragments like fireflies, but there is nothing around.

In the middle of the pile of corpses not far away, a short wooden stick was stuck there, and a tattered flag was hung. The words on it could no longer be read clearly, only a dark red, with silky edges at the corners. , the sound of hunting being blown by the wind was exactly the same as in the room and in the thunder.

When he retracted his gaze, he noticed a small khaki-colored bulge wriggling slightly in a depression not far away.

Chong Jiu watched a handful of black things slowly protrude from the bulge, and then the thing got longer and longer, and a bunch of fluffy things slowly came out - it turned out to be a cat, with a whole body covered in black. A pure black cat with no fur.

The black cat first shook its fur on the spot, then raised its tail, and walked towards Chongjiu through the carrion corpses.

And not far behind the cat, a cloud of black mist suddenly rose, first hovered in the air, and then fell to the ground and became the outline of a person. resentment and a dying air.

After the figure formed and stopped for a moment, it swooped forward. Chongjiu's quick eyes picked up the cat just before the black air arrived, and he stopped suddenly when he saw the black mist rushing towards his eyes.

Chongjiu picked up the cat purely subconsciously, but this action also gave him no chance to fight in front of the black shadow, but he never thought that the black shadow didn't do anything to him, but just bypassed him and continued to rush forward.

Chongjiu subconsciously turned around and looked over, and saw a black shadow moving towards the distance at an extremely fast speed. There was a figure of a person there, facing this direction. The half-set sun was behind that person, and that person was against the light. , I can't see the face and five sense organs, but the figure is Chongjiu's portrayed many times in the dream.

Chong Jiu's eyes were wide open, and the scars at the corners of his eyes returned to the moment when he was injured. The blood ran down his cheeks and flowed to his chin to form a drop of blood.

"It's time..." Chongjiu staggered, he wanted to go over, but he was caught by something, and his ankle was tight.

Chong Jiu bowed his head, a few withered and yellow finger bones were firmly clasping his legs, the black burqa covered half of it, and the rest was covered with carrion and wriggling maggots.

Rao Chongjiu tried his best, but still failed to break free. The yin energy that had penetrated into his bones was all dormant. To be exact, it seemed more like he had found his home.

When he looked up again, the straight figure in the distance had already bent over, holding his abdomen with his hands, trembling all over, as if he had suffered great pain.

His long hair hung down his side like a waterfall, and his trembling became bigger and bigger. Chongjiu felt that not only his body was being bound, but even his heart was being pinched by dry bones in his hands, causing endless pain.

The setting sun was like blood, and the white robe of the person in front gradually turned red, and large pieces bloomed like flowers. Slowly, that robe gradually became exactly the same as the one on the chair in the bookstore. The blouse she was wearing.

Chongjiu's hands lost strength, and the black cat in his hand fell to the ground. He reached out to grab Shiji, but rotten hands grabbed Chongjiu's arms and legs, making it difficult for him to move.

The heart seemed to have been scratched and riddled with holes, Chong Jiu was in pain all over his body, his legs were trembling and he was struggling to move forward, and in the end he didn't even take half a step.

"It's time..." Chongjiu's voice trembled, as if all these years had been illusory, and he had returned to the days when Shi Yi had an accident.

He was not in the bookstore that day, and it was already empty when he returned.Chongjiu had thought about how Shiji died countless times, but no matter what kind of scene he would eventually overthrow, but this scene before him never appeared in his imagination.

The black mist was eroding Shi Yi's body, disintegrating him bit by bit, and soon his body became riddled with holes, glowing like blood.

The voice of Chong Jiu's call was very small, and it was scattered in the wind within a short distance, but the people on the opposite side still heard it.

He raised his head and looked in Chongjiu's direction, as if smiling, then those beautiful eyes gradually lost their curvature, and there was a cold light in the long and narrow pupils.

Logically speaking, the two of them couldn't hear each other's voices at such a distance, but the words were transmitted impartially.

After a while, his voice became hoarse, and his voice sounded calm without any ups and downs, but with imperceptible blood.

He said: "Is this your goal? Are you satisfied with the current results?"

Chong Jiu remained silent, he didn't understand what Shi Yi meant by saying this, and after Shi Yi left, the bookstore never left him any words.

Shi Yi said: "It's my fault too. When you first came here, I only thought you were a special kind of spirit, but I didn't expect you to be a complete monster."

Chongjiu froze all over. He was indeed different from other spirits. Chongjiu had seen other spirits in his early years, and most of them would know his memories before he became a spirit. In detail, there is only Chongjiu, it seems that from the moment he was born, he has been in this state.

Shi Yi smiled, different from the later Fang Wei, he still had the same appearance at the beginning, every part of his body was carefully crafted, when he smiled, the gloomy environment around him seemed to be covered with a layer of light , no longer so creepy.

After Shi Yi laughed a few times, he began to cough non-stop. After a while, he continued: "Forget it, I can't do anything to you now, so I can only imprison you in the bookstore, and I will punish you. If you remove it, you can only restrict it, and if you can return to the human world in the future, you will be destroyed in the world."

The last sentence echoed back and forth between the heaven and the earth like a curse. Chongjiu stayed in place like a wooden sculpture, with carrion corpses climbing up his legs, but he ignored it and looked at the half-eroded half with empty eyes. It's time.

In this kind of environment where it is not sure whether it is a hallucination or a domain, it is usually unbelievable to say what is said, but for some reason, Chongjiu's heart is full of huge waves because of these things, as if something that he can't figure out suddenly happened. The breakthrough is placed in front of him like this. It is unbelievable, but it is indeed the only explanation.

The little black cat on the ground sat on one side with its head tilted and stared at Chong Jiu for a long time, then meowed lightly, and then circled Chong Jiu twice before its body suddenly dispersed into a cloud of black mist.

The black mist floated higher and higher, and gradually formed a figure, which was exactly the same as Chongjiu, except for the small red scar at the corner of the eye.

The carrion had already buried half of Chongjiu's body, and the newly appeared "Chongjiu" lay on his shoulder like a snake.

The cold air trapped Chongjiu in it, and Chongjiu only felt the chill on his shoulders.

That thing just clings to his body, without any extra movements other than that, it presses down on Chong Jiu without saying a word, as if just such a movement can crush him into one of the carrion corpses on the ground.

In a daze, the time in the distance has disappeared, only the bloody sunset is left, sprinkled on the corpses everywhere.

There were whimpers in the wind, and on the hilltop in the distance, the lush forests turned black, and at the tip they were glowing red, as if they were on fire, reflected in Chong Jiu's eyes, spreading further and further apart.

When she came back to her senses, Chong Jiu was blind again, and she couldn't see anything in the pitch blackness.

Although the surrounding air is not as sticky as before, it is still damp, and I don't know what is on my hands, it is wet.

The restraints on his legs had disappeared, but Chong Jiu didn't move anymore. He felt that the traces of life around him were a bit uncertain again. The gatekeeper, who had always entered and exited the ghost domain without anything, hesitated for a moment.

Until the sound of hurried footsteps stopped in front of him, Chong Jiu's body froze suddenly, but he still didn't speak.

"Where did you go just now?" A familiar voice sounded, and Chong Jiu's aching heart missed a beat.

"Turn around and the person disappears. Why is it still the same problem as before, and I don't know what to say when I leave."

The last time I left without saying a word was a farewell, but this time, fortunately, the person is still there, fortunately, the person is still there.

Chongjiu didn't reply, and relying on his sense of the outside world, he jumped forward and directly pushed Fang Wei onto the cabinet.

The two of them were already in a squatting position, but instead of sitting directly on the ground, their backs bumped against the cabinet doorknob, and they groaned unconsciously.

It's just that before he could stabilize his movements, he asked Chongjiu what happened, and suddenly a cold touch froze all his expressions and thoughts, and he could only feel the clumsy crush on his lips.

The smell of blood filled the nostrils, a smell that Fang Wei had always disliked, but now for some reason, he felt a sweet and greasy smell.

After thousands of years, when we met again, the god was not the same as before, and the cat was not the same as before. The two people who were supposed to sit and chat about the past were crowded in such a small and messy place, leaving nothing but absurdity.

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The recent update is not stable, I am very sorry, the project is ending recently, it is almost over, thanks to the little cuties who are still there!

Chapter 84

◎Change fate against the sky◎

In the villa in Longan Yuyuan, Yan Zijin had a rare quiet afternoon. Since he brought Meng Ci back, the girl seemed to be a different person. From spirit to behavior, sometimes she seemed to be the same as before, and sometimes Gloomy like a ghost, it appears suddenly and can scare the living to death.

After being frightened a few times, Yan Zijin finally had a memory.He squatted in the half-renovated office and temporarily suspended work, while distributing straight books, while flipping through the limited materials.

Yan Su pushed the door in, looked left and right, then clasped his hands behind his back, locked the door, swayed into the room and said, "The leader is really avant-garde, what kind of decoration style is this... Oh yes, Syrian style."

After finishing speaking, he gave a thumbs up: "Enough avant-garde, bull!"

Yan Zijin raised his head when he heard the sound of locking the door, glanced at the person leaning against the door, then retracted his gaze, still biting the cap of his pen, and said vaguely: "You talk a lot, how are you going?"

"Leader, you are insulting my professional ability, don't you feel relieved?"

"No." Yan Zijin grumbled, feeling relieved for the time being, and wrote a few more strokes in his notes.

This set of tables and chairs was moved in by Yan Zijin himself early in the morning.

Yan Su sat on a stone next to him, watched Yan Zijin write a line and said, "Aren't you going? I'm afraid something will happen if I wait a little longer."

"What can happen, one is looking at the underworld, and the other... is not worry-free. Neither of them is a fuel-efficient lamp. If you have the time to worry about it, why don't you help me see how this thing is adjusted." Yan Zijin put a few A piece of paper was thrown to Yan Su, "I'm not talking about you. I kept on those simple formations every day and didn't see any results from the research. Last time in Nanxi Village, I was trapped by a ghost who broke the water. I was ashamed and threw it at my grandma's house."

"My grandma's house is not in Nanxi Village."

"Yes, let's do it in Dongxinanbeixi Village. I don't have much ability, so it's quick to talk back, and watch it! I will deduct your bonus again!"

Yan Su pursed his mouth and took the document. Their leader was furious because of the bombing of the office recently, and they lost a beneficiary. In order not to give the leader a chance to deduct the bonus, he could only swallow his anger and look at the lines of words the size of ants. .

After scanning the two lines, Yan Su's originally floating eyes stopped suddenly, looked at Yan Zijin uncertainly, and then looked down at the document.

"This this……"

"Don't talk nonsense, read it quickly." Yan Zijin interrupted him without raising his head.

The document that Yan Zijin gave to Yan Su consisted of only two pages, densely packed with words, without even a normal typesetting, and filled every gap with content.

The first few paragraphs of the document are mainly a general description of the several cases that were dealt with some time ago. Basically, only a few key points that need attention are written, and the rest of the details are briefly mentioned. However, just putting together these points is enough to make Yan Su His eyes widened.

"Except for the one in Qiu Hong and Shunping County, some time ago, it can be regarded as having something in common. How come similar things happened in other areas?" Yan Su frowned while flipping through the pages, "The leader of the evil/religious organization suddenly felt that his fate was a bit off. If you insist on adding some karma to yourself, you also want to challenge the authority of the country. What kind of organization is this, with such long hands."

"I don't know if there is any organization. It is estimated that few believers are alive. Have you ever heard of changing fate against the sky?"

"Have."

"Huh?" Yan Zijin looked up.

"There are quite a lot of fantasy novels." Yan Su looked serious.

Three seconds after the air condensed, a stone flew past Yan Su's ear.

Yan Su was taken aback, touched his face subconsciously, and made sure that his handsome face was not disfigured, and said with a dry smile: "Relax the atmosphere, you see, I have goose bumps all over my body when I look at these things in broad daylight, what if I have nightmares at night?" all."

"You can shut up." Yan Zijin lowered his head again and wrote two more strokes in the notebook, "There is nothing in the world without a reason, would anyone be willing to waste the good life of several lifetimes in this one?"

"of course not."

"Then what method do you think you will use to change your life?"

Yan Su rubbed his chin, his eyes almost stared at a hole in the white paper, and he didn't speak again.

"Changing one's life is not as simple as it sounds. Every step a person takes and every decision he makes will be written down in detail. So when he actually thinks about changing his life, he has already put himself in shackles." , No matter how you move, it’s useless, other than that, how can you change your fate, which is already a foregone conclusion, to something else?”

"Steal someone else's." Yan Su subconsciously answered, and felt wrong after finishing speaking, "Won't the act of robbing also leave evidence?"

Yan Zijin put a pen between the two of them, and took out an eraser from nowhere: "If you were given a chance to re-edit the test paper during the exam, you would choose to leave scratches on it and wait for others to scratch it. Or just erase the original answer and write another carefully selected one?"

"Is there still a choice for this kind of thing? Since there is a chance, of course it will leave no trace."

"So you see it is like this." Yan Zijin threw the book full of words to Yan Su, "I confirmed with Master Jiu that not only did those who died not reincarnate, they didn't even leave any traces. Only Qiu Because Hong discovered it in time, he finally had a little soul residue in his body."

"No, leader, I don't quite understand." Yan Su moved his butt, put the book on the table, pointed to a few lines in it and said, "You mean to rob someone's soul and then tear it into pieces Stuff it into your soul? Are you sewing clothes? How can it be such a simple thing.”

"So I don't understand how this is done now." Yan Zijin pointed at the table, "How can we change our life from sewing to another, not to mention that things like cause and effect will fly to ashes if you are not careful. Annihilation."

In fact, Yan Zijin knew that even if the water ghost and the little girl had not been dealt with by Fang Wei, they would not be able to enter the bookstore in the end, and the souls with problems would be shaken to pieces by the bell on the wooden door of the bookstore.

The inconspicuous bell is not only used to remind that no monster can hide in front of it, but the soul, which is like a puzzle with misplaced pieces, is no different from monsters and ghosts in front of the bell.

Yan Zijin didn't say much about the details.

Yan Su patted his thigh: "So Master Jiu is actually not looking for some cat, but actually came to investigate this matter? I said how could he do it himself for a cat and go out to Nanxi Village with us..."

Speaking of this, Yan Su felt a bit of a toothache. Counting the years that have not yet passed, he couldn't think of a more embarrassing scene than when he went to Nanxi Village. During that time, he could top Yan Su's life black list.

At this point, Yan Su recalled an incident in the early days, and looked tentatively at Yan Zijin: "Speaking of this, I'm really curious, that Jiu Ye... really skinned the previous one?"

Yan Zijin cast a sideways glance: "What are you peeling off? Do you think that his current body belongs to the predecessor, and then he put it on himself?"

Yan Su didn't speak, but his expression already showed his thoughts.

Yan Zijin's pen tip rested on the paper, and his eyes didn't know where he put it. After a while, he seemed to casually say: "I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but I probably heard it when I chatted with others before. .”

Yan Su straightened his sitting posture immediately, and looked at Yan Zijin with a particularly devout look.

Yan Zijin sighed and said, "I don't know if it's true or not, I'm afraid you'll find something to ask Jiu Ye later, so I'll just say it casually, you just listen and pass."

Yan Su is a living person who was reincarnated normally, so he naturally didn't know Tan Huai, so he became someone else in Yan Zijin's mouth. Of course, even if he knew him, he couldn't sell Tan Huai. good family.

"Did you see the scars under Master Jiu's eyes?"

"What?" Yan Su was at a loss, "Does Master Jiu have scars on his eyes?"

"Ah!" Yan Zijin sighed, "Actually, this matter is quite mysterious. I have heard several versions. It was said that the scar was left by God's punishment in the early years. I really think that the person who said it is justified. That's what happened, but one time later, that person drank a little too much, maybe he slipped his tongue, saying that Master Jiu's scar was actually made by himself, and the rumors about skinning—"

"Master Jiu himself was the one who picked it up?" Yan Su covered his mouth, "My God, I actually ate such a big melon!"

Seeing Yan Su's reaction, Yan Zijin suddenly regretted saying it. Even Fang Wei only said the first half of the sentence at the beginning, and did not tell the truth of the latter rumor. The incomprehensible subordinate actually turned his back on him.

It is estimated that there are too many things and too much pressure during this period of time, which needs to be relieved.Yan Zijin comforted himself like this.

"Then who is the new Fang Wei?" Yan Su said, "Don't think we are stupid, he has a background at first glance, let us know what background is the leader first? What if something goes wrong in the future? , It’s not easy to end up going back.”

The fact that Nanxi Village and Jiu Ye were in the same car left a heavy psychological shadow on Yan Su.

This is even more difficult to explain, Yan Zijin shut up.

Yan Su looked at this posture, although he didn't know what Fang Wei's identity was, but fear had already arisen in his heart.

He originally asked the words tentatively, but he didn't expect it to be true.