cat disease

It's not the season for roses to bloom, but fiery red flowers are crawling all over the walls.

When Chong Jiu just got out of the car and hadn't reached the door of the house, although his sense of smell was affected by the smell of blood on his body, the wind that blew over still carried the smell of roses. The roses were a little different from ordinary ones, and there was a bit of a deadly smell in them. , very faint, if it weren't for Chong Jiu's extreme sensitivity to these dark things, most people wouldn't be able to smell them at all.

Chong Jiu didn't bother to explain how to identify the direction, so even though he felt other people's suspicious eyes falling on him, he still didn't mean to speak.

"What is the relationship you want to get rid of? Could it be that this is the mansion you bought secretly, and you want to move the bookstore here?" Chongjiu made a rare joke, although it wasn't very funny.

He's never been good at setting the mood.

"That's not true, let's not talk about whether I have the money to buy such a big place, even if I do, I can't move it." Fang Wei said casually, "The bookstore is yours now, and it has nothing to do with me. I can move it if I want. Don't move."

The bookstore is yours...

I don’t know if it was a fantasy or a field before. The words sounded in my mind again: "Now I can't do anything to you, so I can only imprison you in the bookstore, and I will punish you. I can't get rid of you, so I can only restrict you. If you can return to the human world in the future, you will be destroyed in the world."

A thought popped up suddenly, and Chongjiu blurted out, "Did you hide my cat?"

Chapter 88

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Chongjiu was lying on a wide bed, the black cloth that originally covered his eyes was casually thrown to one side, even though he couldn't see anything, he still stared upwards with his raised eyelids reminding him: you are still is blind.

After Chongjiu asked about cats, the butler who said he was going to prepare afternoon tea appeared from nowhere, bowed as well, and told them in a calm tone that they needed to go back to their room to rest first. The master's family may be late today, so I will call them when I come back.

In this way, Chong Jiu could only put his own problems aside, but when they got up and walked upstairs, the scattered footsteps showed that they were not the only three of them in the room, but no one reminded them of this detail from the beginning to the end. He, and no one greeted or spoke, he didn't know the identities of the rest of the people, and he didn't even notice the breath of a living person, which was really weird.

However, at this stage, I couldn't find any clues about these strange things, so I could only follow the housekeeper upstairs. When I arrived at this bedroom, I didn't have time to say anything to Fang Wei during this period, but there was a little episode just before entering the door.

The first door opened by the steward let Chongjiu in, but Fang Wei took Chongjiu and was stopped by the steward just as he reached the door: "I'm sorry, sir, our room is relatively small, and it will be difficult for two people to share a room. Rest, so the master specially ordered everyone to have a room, yours is inside, please wait a moment."

Fang Wei is not a master who obeys other people's arrangements. After hearing the steward's words, he patted the arm lying in front of him and said, "His eyes are not convenient. What if he bumps into each other? I don't mind being crowded, just make do with it We'll be fine together."

Chong Jiu: "..."

He disliked it, but considering what he had just said, he really wanted to find a chance to have a good chat with Fang Wei.

It’s just that the butler was very persistent, and he meant to waste time here before Fang left. In the end, there was nothing he could do. After all, the situation here hadn’t been clarified yet, so Chong Jiu had to pull Fang Wei, which made him feel unsympathetic. Willingly continue to follow the housekeeper.

The moment the door of the room was closed, Chongjiu could feel that the room was not as small as he thought. The direction and speed of the air flow, as well as the breath suspended in mid-air, could feel that the room would be difficult for three or four people to stay in. I can't say the word "squeeze", but the housekeeper is eager to separate them, for some reason.

He leaned against the door and waited for a while, when he let go of the doorknob, he heard a dull sound - the doorknob was a little loose after being used for a long time, and there were a lot of sawdust on the wooden door.

No matter what the reason was, Chong Jiu didn't want to worry about it for the time being. He just wanted to find a place to rest for a while.

After leaving Fang Wei, the Yin Qi that had been silent before began to move around again, lingering around like a guide dog, finding the right direction and bringing Chong Jiu to the bedside.

There was a faint fragrance on the spacious and soft bed, one door and several windows, all the noise was isolated from the outside, and there was no sound in the house, and this faint fragrance seemed to have a hypnotic effect. Feeling heavy eyelids, sleepiness swept up.

When the consciousness was hazy, there was a rustling sound in the ear, like a lot of people gathered together to whisper, and they couldn't hear what was said, but it was very noisy.

After a while, the voices of those people didn't decrease but increased, getting louder and louder, and the noise was so loud that it caused headaches.

While Chongjiu was half asleep and half awake, a small voice suddenly came from the door, and the noise stopped abruptly.

But Chongjiu's consciousness seemed to be firmly dragged by the fragrance, and he couldn't wake up no matter what, until the man closed the door lightly, and the side of the bed was sunken, and his fingers suddenly felt a prickly pain. He suddenly regained consciousness, and his body finally Returning to control, Chong Jiu sat up abruptly, feeling a cool wind around him, with the unique damp smell of Yin Qi.

"Yu Song?"

"Oh my god! What's wrong with your eyes, boss? Why are they so red?"

Yu Song was startled, and saw that Chongjiu's originally black and white eyes were flushed red, and even the pupils were stained with blood, which was very frightening. Against the original white face, he was even paler. And scary.

Feeling the weak wind in front of him again, Chong Jiu raised his hand and slapped away Yu Song's swaying paws.

"It's over, it's over, you're all over like this, it's over." Yu Song held his hands and kept repeating these words back and forth.

"What happened?" Chongjiu fastened the black cloth on Chongjiu. Although he didn't know what was going on with him, he could guess from Yu Song's reaction that it was not very good.

Yu Song muttered absentmindedly and then said with tears: "Boss, something happened to the bookstore, I, I... I am ashamed of you!!"

After finishing speaking, he was about to pounce on Chong Jiu.

Fortunately, halfway through the movement of his arms, he realized who he was about to hug, and his movements froze immediately. He glanced at Chongjiu, made sure he couldn't see him, hugged himself, and coughed lightly.

"I don't know what's wrong with the books on the shelf. Many of them fell off by themselves." Yu Song said, "At first there were only one or two books. I thought they were not placed properly, so I wanted to pick them up and put them back, but I didn't know. What went wrong, I couldn't put those books at all, I picked them up and dropped them, and then more and more books fell..."

"I see." Chong Jiu didn't wait for Song to finish, "Books have their own place, you can't put them back, you should drop them."

"But the bookstore..."

Yu Song wanted to say something, but Chong Jiu didn't intend to stop, he waved his hand and said, "Everyone has his own life." He didn't feel anxious at all.

Seeing this, Yu Song had no choice but to keep his mouth shut even though he was puzzled.

After a while, Yu Song was sure that Chongjiu wasn't angry because of this, so he tentatively called, "Boss?"

"Ah."

Yu Song bit his lip, as if he had made great determination. In fact, as long as he didn't meet Chong Jiu's eyes, it seemed that the natural evil spirit on Chong Jiu would be much stronger, which gave him the courage to say more. sentence.

"Boss, there is one more thing."

"Say."

"It's just..." Yu Song twisted his clothes, holding back a few words after a while, "It's just that there is something wrong with the dropped book."

"I don't know the cause and effect. It's just that some books turned into a few wisps of soul-like things after they fell, and they were tangled together in dust. Some of them could still talk."

"Well, that's the soul." Chongjiu explained, "The soul has gone to reincarnation, and the seven souls have become the words in the book."

However, under normal circumstances, the soul transformed into a character is already "dead", and I have never seen a dead thing that can transform into a human form with a sense of consciousness.

"What did you tell them?" Chong Jiu asked.

"I didn't say anything. Those things were not very clear in their minds, and they couldn't communicate normally. I asked them what they were, but they said 'hungry'. I was so scared that I thought they were going to eat me." Patted Yu Song Chest, "Anyway, most of them are things that don't match the lips of the horse."

Yu Song was like a vat that opened his mouth. After he found the exit, he couldn't control it. He tried to repeat what those Po said in detail with his fingers. There was a rustling sound, as if something was dragging on the ground, back and forth.

Yu Song held his fingers and was startled when he heard the movement. He quickly stopped his voice and looked at the door, then looked at Chong Jiu to the right, and then asked in a trembling whisper, "What, what? Yes, there is a ghost?!"

Chong Jiu: "I wanted to ask you before, how did you find this place?"

Even Chong Jiu didn't know how he got here, but Yu Song touched it by himself.

The sound of the door didn't stop, and Yu Song seemed to be frightened by some switch. He ran to the bed and hid behind Chong Jiu, only showing a pair of eyes and looking at the closed door through his shoulders.

"I, I just found it like that." Yu Song's voice was still trembling, and his hands were on Chongjiu's shoulders.

The surrounding air temperature plummeted, and a thin layer of frost covered the soft bed.

Yu Song was excited all over, his hands hanging in the air in a gesture of surrender.

At this moment, no one cared about what was outside the door, there was a demon inside the house who was on the verge of going berserk.

Yu Song moved back slowly, swallowed and said, "I didn't lie to you, I saw a little white man on the road, and it told me to come here to find you... yes, yes What's the problem?"

After saying this, Yu Song was about to cry, almost lying down and begging for mercy, enduring his sore nose, and crying, "I really don't know anything, my lord, don't scare me... I'm cowardly ..."

"Okay, shut up." Chongjiu couldn't bear Yu Song's current state, "Cry again and throw you out."

The voice outside the door was getting louder and louder, Yu Song pretended to be a mute, and didn't dare to say a word.

Chong Jiu was a little speechless to his reaction, it was the first time he saw a ghost so afraid of ghosts.

The sound outside the door became louder and louder, and the rustling came from far to near, and slowly stopped at the door.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

There were three slow and rhythmic knocks on the door: "Is anyone there?"

It's a woman's voice, and the crisp voice is very pleasant. At first, I don't think there is any problem, just like ordinary visits. However, after careful identification, you will find that the time between the three words she said is the same as The rhythm of the knocking on the door was exactly the same.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

"anyone there?"

After the voice paused for a while, there was no response, so he repeated the previous action, knocked on the door three times, and said three words.

After hearing the first knock on the door, Yu Song felt as if he had been electrocuted, shaking his whole body into sieves, clinging to Chongjiu, completely forgetting that the person he was holding almost froze to death just now.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask Chongjiu what was going on by comparing his mouth shape. Just after he opened his mouth into a circle, his eyes touched the black cloth on Chongjiu's eyes, and then he remembered that his boss is now blind , There is no way to communicate with him silently, so I can only keep my mouth shut and be a mute.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

After knocking on the door for the third time, the person outside the door did not ask if there was anyone in the room like the previous two times, but directly grabbed the doorknob and shook it up and down in the same rhythm, as if they were about to break in directly. .

After three clicks, the abnormality on the door stopped, but the next second there was a loud bang.

The trembling wooden door was barely connected to the wall under the violent impact, and it was able to maintain its apparent integrity under such a violent impact, which already showed that this thing was not in vain.

However, before Yu Song had time to rejoice, there was another knock, and the rhythm was exactly the same as the previous knock.

"Can this door still persist?" Yu Song trembled when he heard every word he uttered, and even doubted whether he could convey the meaning he wanted to express.

Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with Chongjiu's ears, but what he said the next moment made Yu Song wish he could just be wiped out.

Chongjiu said: "No, this door can be held for at most two times, and the third time it will definitely break."

Chapter 89

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As if to verify Chong Jiu's conjecture, the door was already in jeopardy at the second time, and the tooth-piercing sound from the joint between the door and the door frame had already indicated what would happen next.

Yu Song made a small sobbing sound, with a ghost-specific tone, ups and downs, which sounded more terrifying and eerie than the knocking sound at the door.

Chongjiu's face was blackened into the bottom of the pot. Someone outside the door was violently smashing the door, and there was a ghost crying inside the door. Under the attack from both sides, Chongjiu had the idea of ​​running away. He clenched his fists and thought first. A punch at the door, or a punch behind him first.

After the third door slamming sound, the wooden door fell to the ground with a slamming sound, and the surrounding fog was very choking, but after the loud noise, the surrounding area became so quiet, and no one knew what was outside the door. meaning, the ghost behind him also stopped crying.

After a while, most of the dust that choked his nose had fallen, and Chong Jiu was letting out a cloudy air to check out the monsters and ghosts at the door, when he heard the cowardly ghost behind him say uncertainly: "Small, kid?"

Chong Jiu was taken aback when he heard this, and blurted out, "Aren't you frightened?"

At this moment, Yu Song didn't know where to find the lost dignity. He squeezed Chong Jiu's shoulder and said, "You can insult my personality, but you can't insult my IQ. Besides, I'm not blind."

Chong Jiu turned his head silently, he was blind.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you." Chong Jiu said with his back to Yu Song, "He usually can't enter the house casually unless he is called. If you call, he will answer you. It's hard to throw away."

"What, what?" Yu Song trembled all over, subconsciously turned his head to look at the small figure at the door, "You said it was a ghost..."

As soon as the ghost words came out, he saw a small head close to his eyes, and a pair of eyes filled with black were staring at him.

The little ghost's face was an abnormal blue color, and there were traces of cracks on it. There was no lip line on the mouth, but the color was bright red, like bright red blood directly touching it, and the area was very large. The lips were not the size that a child should have, and the small nose almost hit Yu Song's nose. A small piece of the tip of the nose had rotted into a small black piece, and the dark white bone inside could be vaguely seen.

The little ghost stuck to Yu Song at such a close distance. When he realized that Yu Song was looking over, he opened his mouth and smiled. His two little hands were placed on Song's face, making him unable to move. Finally, he said exaggeratedly: "Eat it!" You~"

"Ah!" Yu Song screamed louder and louder, wanting to break free like crazy but couldn't move, thumping on the bed with all his hands and feet, shouting heart-piercingly, "Boss! Master Jiu, help me!"

Chongjiu had sensed the presence of the little ghost before it appeared, and the excessive resentment had seriously affected the air flow in the room. Although Chongjiu's eyes were damaged now, he couldn't see what the little ghost had, but the little ghost didn't notice it immediately. From the killer's point of view, the phrase "eat you" seemed to be a bit of a warning, and the overwhelming resentment was not aimed at Yu Song or Chong Jiu.

After the little female ghost finished speaking, she pinched Yu Song's neck with her slightly rotten hand, but at this moment she didn't say anything to Song, but turned to Chongjiu and said, "Don't run away? Why don't you run away?" ? You ran away instead."

She struggled a little bit to speak, and spoke each word very slowly, as if she had to think carefully about each word for a moment before she could find the sentence she wanted to express her meaning.

It was clearly a child's voice, but it sounded extraordinarily terrifying. Yu Song was pinched by a kid and couldn't move, so he trembled unconsciously when he heard these words.

The little female ghost turned her head, looked at Yu Song tilting her head and said, "Are you afraid of me...are you afraid of him?"

Yu Song made a "ho ho" sound in his throat.

He thought to himself that the boss just looked scary, but he wasn't actually scary. On the contrary, such a little female ghost had such great strength that he felt as if his neck was about to be cut off. After noticing this line of sight, he also looked in that direction, and when he touched Chong Jiu's face that looked like a dead ghost, a smile scarier than crying appeared on his face.

"Look at him? He's not as good as me. At least I'm still a ghost. He..." The little ghost laughed, her voice was as sweet as a bell, and it was always tinged with gloom. "He's worse than a ghost." horrible."

Isn't it scary? Of course the ghost collectors are scary.

Yu Song complained about the posture of being pinched, and he got used to it after being pinched. Except for the initial shock, when the fear reached a certain peak, it began to stabilize, and his heart gradually adapted. Only Yu Song suddenly realized that, He doesn't need to breathe, even if his head is removed, he's still a ghost and won't die again.

Seeing that the terrified expression on Yu Song's face was getting weaker and weaker, the little ghost suddenly felt bored, and stopped by shaking her arm, which was not sore and swollen, pretending that she still had the intuition of a living person, but when shaking, her arm was heavier than a wooden stick. Be stiff and look ridiculous.

She also noticed this, pouted a little unhappy, stopped talking to Yu Song, and embraced Chong Jiu with both hands.

"Go back, come with me, everyone misses you very much, and I miss you very much."

"What's the situation?" Yu Song's face was in disbelief, a terrible thought instantly occupied his whole mind, before he could decide whether to ask or not, his mouth had already made a decision, "Boss, do you have an illegitimate daughter? "

Chong Jiu: "..."

Until they got out of that room, Yu Song didn't understand what the little ghost girl who was majestic when she entered the room and turned into a little lamb after a while was here to do.

"Where are we going?" Yu Song asked.

"I don't know." Chong Jiu said truthfully.

"..."

Yu Song felt that the boss of his family might really be lucky, not to mention the sudden blindness, in such a state, he could still be taken away by the little ghost without even knowing the destination.

Chongjiu really didn't know where the little female ghost was going to take him. Xiaoxiao held his two fingers with a cold hand, and an inexplicably familiar breath came.

Yu Song approached Chong Jiu and whispered in Chong Jiu's ear, "It looks like this brat is coming towards you. Judging from this opportunity, do you think the strangeness of the bookstore has something to do with her?"

As soon as Yu Song finished speaking, the little female ghost paused, turned her head and gave Yu Song a look, then quickened her pace, and pulled on the heavy nine forcefully, her strength was much stronger than that of an adult man

Chongjiu is like a vulnerable group who needs someone to lead the way, silently following behind the little female ghost.

The originally quiet corridor was still the same as it was when Chong Jiu came. Except for her door that was hammered by the little ghost, the rest of the doors were closed tightly, as if the outside sound could not penetrate the not-so-thick wood anyway. .

The little ghost led Chong Jiu all the way down, and stopped before a wall at the end of the corridor.

This kind of villa is supposed to be a window on one side of the corridor, or a staircase leading to other places. It is rarely blocked tightly like this, so that the entire corridor is shrouded in darkness even in the daytime, and there is no light in the dark. The lights above the corridor were too dim to have any effect, but every detail of the huge painting on the wall was accurately conveyed to the heart.

Chongjiu relies on a little bit of yin to recognize things. Although his sensitivity seems to be affected by Fang Wei's previous shot, he can still be used as a "guide dog" to prevent him from being blindly blinded by the little ghost. place to pull.

This villa has at least four floors from the outside, but there are no stairs leading to the third floor. There is a huge painting hanging on the wall at the end of the corridor, which basically occupies the entire wall.

Surrounding the painting is an exquisite Western-style bronze frame, which is heavy at first glance, and in the middle is an oil painting that exudes a fragrance. The smell is slightly similar to the one Chongjiu smelt on the bed before, but it is a little different.

The smell on the bed is pure fragrance, with a hypnotic effect, while the smell on the painting has a little bloody smell besides sweetness.

Because the painting is too large, and Chongjiu's dry perception range is limited, he can't feel what is on the wall when he is a little far away, and it is difficult to see the whole painting when he stands close.

"Damn it, what is this?"

Chongjiu couldn't see the content clearly, so Yu Song became a "translator" and immediately expressed the horror of the painting.

"Is this a battlefield?" Yu Song stepped back, raised his head and looked at it from top to bottom, "This painting is very valuable, it's awesome."

Chong Jiu frowned, he couldn't say what it felt like, but when Yu Song said the word "battlefield", his heart beat for no reason.

"What battlefield?" Chong Jiu asked.

"Well...how should I put it?" Yu Song rubbed his chin and looked it over again. It was clearly a painting, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt heart palpitations, and the rest of his insights turned into pain all over his body, as if he had become a figure in the painting. One member, lying on the ground, was in pain all over his body, and blood was gushing out from the non-existent wound.

Yu Song's consciousness was suddenly in a trance, and he couldn't tell where he was for a while, as if he was in the corridor of the villa for a while, and in the battlefield for a while, lying under the halberd.

"Tsk." The little female ghost uttered a single voice in disdain, glanced at the painting in front of Song Yu and said, "Is this something that a kid like you can see?"

It was not convincing at all for her to say such words with her petite body.

However, the kid obviously felt that talking to Yu Songduo was a waste of time, so he ignored him after making complaints, pulled Chongjiu's hand, raised his head with a smiley face, and squeezed his throat with what he thought was a cute voice Said: "Let's go back."

The cracks on the little ghost's face seemed to have faded a little at this moment, the blue-gray color gradually turned white, pupils appeared in the dark eyes, the appearance was indeed not as scary as before, but a little innocent like a child should be.

Chongjiu was silent for a moment, he was a person who was lazy to think, and he was unwilling to deal with others, even children, so after thinking about it, he asked directly: "Where are you going?"

The little female ghost was a little sensitive to this question. After hearing the question, the expression that had softened just now became more cracked, her pupils dilated, and her expression gradually became ferocious.

The painting on the wall suddenly ignited a raging flame, and countless grievances gushed out from it, and blue-gray air masses circled in mid-air, as if they had something to say.

At this time, the little female ghost let go of Chong Jiu's hand, and stood in front of the painting. Her body exuded the same aura as the air mass, but she was the only one inside that had a substance.

Her face gradually turned black, only a pair of lips were red, and the blood at the corners of her mouth pooled on her chin, and fell to the floor with a tick.

"How could you forget? We are all waiting for you." The little female ghost lowered her head and whispered.

Chapter 90

Chapter 91

◎How can you let me talk about my affairs! ◎

Mao Dongjun didn't mention who was the first person to do this kind of thing, but he was very proud of the matter of exchanging merit, and even when talking about other people, it was like talking about a piece of waste paper in a trash can on the street. It feels like a waste of eyes.

"There are many causes and effects in the world that are beyond our control. You see, although you are a god born for the Dao of Heaven, haven't you become a tool for it to balance the world?" Mao Dongjun stretched out his hand, with a fanatic look on his face, " Why do we do what God tells us to do, what is bad for others is not good for us, so how can we define good and bad?"

"Even the definition of good and bad is in doubt, how can we determine cause and effect for us?"

Fang Wei looked at Maodong-jun like a fool, but Maodong-jun didn't receive a word of this message, he half-raised his head, his emotions were so high that he almost put a desk and a microphone, Have him stand at the front of the auditorium and give a speech.

Mao Dongjun: "So why do we need other people to define us? You, me, no matter where we stand, why should we be influenced by the Dao of Heaven? Even if we are born with nature, it doesn't feel good to be abandoned by the Dao of Heaven, right? Then why don't we take control of our own destiny?"

"So you stole... oh... and used other people's merits to change your own destiny?" Fang Wei nodded, "Merits cannot prolong life, even if you add this life, you will be doomed again, so you do this for Next life?"

Speaking of the next life, Mao Dongjun's movement of raising his hand suddenly froze, and his eyes showed a moment of bewilderment, but after a while, he put on that angry youth again, with his hands plugged in and his eyelids lowered. I feel like I can even look down on the gods.

"Even if we don't move, those lowly people will just go through this with mediocrity. There are bits and pieces of merit in vain, which can neither make this life more enjoyable, nor affect the next life to earn a good future. Why bother?" It's a waste." This is too much to say, and even Maodong Jun himself regards himself as a great person, and he does what the robbers do with confidence.

However, no matter how meritorious, these are only for these ordinary people.For Fang Future, merit is really just the words in a book, and he doesn't even have his own book, let alone the question of whether to change merit or not.

"Then what benefits do you think I will get from here? Since we met here, you want to pull me into the gang, right?" Fang Wei's sitting posture became more and more unclely, and he could tell at a glance, "I have money, you jump around first , I will see if I can be tempted" posture.

Maodong Jun knew that his words could not impress Fang Wei. This was not their bargaining chip, nor was it what Fang Wei wanted.

"The order of yin and yang has nothing to do with you now, so even if the sky collapses, others will support it, but after it collapses, don't you want to take back what belongs to you?" Mao Dongjun bent his knees and made a gesture of wanting to sit down In front of the knee at 90 degrees, a black thing emerged from the ground quickly and turned into a chair.

Mao Dongjun sat firmly on the chair, put his hands on his knees, leaned forward and looked into Fang Wei's eyes: "We all know that you trapped that cat in the bookstore out of helplessness, after all, who I don't even know what happened, and why you were abandoned by the heavens, and finally reduced to what you are now."

Maodong-jun looked up and down Fang Wei, his eyes fell on Fang Wei's trouser pocket and he paused for a moment: "Look at you, you have no ability now, so what's the use of holding a few spells? These things are just half-baked. You are here to bluff people, you and I both understand that these things will be of no use at that time."

"Perhaps you adopted that cat out of kindness. You probably don't know where it came from."

Fang Wei raised his eyebrows: "You know?"

Mao Dongjun smiled: "Don't think I'm just a person in this era, and I have heard a little about some things in the early years, especially the false god in the bookstore who doesn't do his job right now, even if he knows that there is a problem with Yin and Yang, he doesn't want to solve it. .”

Fang Wei: "Let's hear it?"

Mao Dongjun: "It is said that you appeared when the world was just out of chaos. You witnessed the birth of the first life in the event and sent away many people. So even if you didn't see everything with your own eyes, you must understand From ancient times to the present, wherever there is life, there has been fighting, and as the number of people increases, there will be more and more wars, and more and more people will die.”

"Displaced, their families were destroyed, many people died with hatred in the miserable days, their resentment was so great that they couldn't even touch the door of the bookstore, where do you think they would go?" Maodong Jun said, "Of course, most of the Wronged souls will be consumed by heaven and earth, and eventually disappear, but what if it is a large area of ​​death? Like a battlefield?"

"The battlefields in ancient times were really miserable. There were many cases where the city was slaughtered directly after the siege. Those souls who had nowhere to redress their grievances condensed together and cried, wanting to give them justice, but the way of heaven only knows The cycle of cause and effect does not give the gods of a certain life a chance to complain, and wears away their crying and howling, and slowly loses their souls. Without their minds, they only remember the unwillingness before dying, and wandered over the land brokenly. Suddenly One day, all the soul fragments disappeared, guess what appeared in the corpse pile?"

Mao Dongjun stared at Fang Wei with sparkling eyes, like someone who was telling stories to others but was overly persistent... mentally ill, and the breath of madness was about to overflow from his eyes, just waiting for the other party to give him an answer he wanted.

"It's a cat, a cat that has always been black, hahahaha." Mao Dongjun suddenly laughed, "Don't you think it's funny? The life bred in a dead end, you even keep him as a pet by your side, Don't you feel that the excess of Yin Qi is a bit overwhelming?"

The words were too excited, and the respect that was deliberately created before was also left behind.

Fang Wei was still smiling as before, and seemed to have no reaction to Mao Dongjun's remarks.

"You don't believe it?" Seeing Fang Wei's appearance, Mao Dongjun's excitement subsided a little, and he stared at Fang Wei's upturned eyes and said, "If you don't believe me, you can recall whether there is any clue in him, or See if you can find the ghosts of that era and ask."

Fang Wei didn't answer his words, but asked instead: "What do you want to explain?"

When he said this, Fang Wei's hand beside the chair was rubbing it once and for all. This small movement has been going on since he was still the owner of the bookstore, which shows that his patience is running out.

However, few people know such details, after all, few people have the opportunity to run out of timeless patience.

Maodong Jun has only lived for thirty years, and it is impossible for him to have any experience in this area.

Although he came here to contact Fang Wei, and wanted to pull Fang Wei into the same camp to achieve his desired goal, Fang Wei, who has become an ordinary person, is not as good as an ordinary person with very hot means in his eyes. There is a chance to change the cause and effect by changing the merits and virtues, and maybe it can be exchanged for endless lifespan, but Fang Wei is now at best a lonely soul with no past and no future, with only a little value left to be used.

"So you haven't thought about why something happened in the bookstore back then, and why you had to die for the heavens?" Although Mao Dongjun didn't care about it in his heart, he showed a concerned look on his face calmly.

"You want me to kill Chongjiu and then go back to the bookstore to take charge of Yin and Yang again?" Fang Wei sneered, "Too much merit has eaten my own brain? I suggest you go to the hospital to take a picture to see your current brain." Can it be used as a wine glass by directly opening a hole?"

Mao Dongjun's face darkened and he was about to have an attack. Fortunately, his rationality did not fly, and he managed to squeeze out a smile and said: "You really know how to joke, and we also think that you are more suitable to sit in that seat. If you have the intention We can work together."

Maodong Jun didn't want to make a detour anymore, he felt that what he said before was a waste of saliva.

Mao Dongjun waited for a long time after the cooperation proposal was finished, he didn't wait for the next sentence, he ground his molars secretly, and said with a suppressed emotion: "Of course we came here with sincerity, if you are willing to cooperate with us, we will It’s about giving you what you need most.”

"What I need most?" Fang Wei smiled, "What?"

Hearing Fang Wei's question, Maodong Jun finally had the feeling that he was in control of himself, so he purposely put off the trick, leaned slowly behind the chair, fiddled with his nails, and said unhurriedly: "You are incomplete. one soul."

The cause and effect in the world are fixed, just as Maodong Jun said, the way of heaven has clearly arranged for every creature in the world, and the occasional mistakes will not be corrected in time, but there was a big mistake in the cause and effect of the world thousands of years ago. The debts of this life have failed to enter the door of reincarnation, and those who have suffered grievances have not had much kindness and nowhere to vent their fruits, and they have not received good rewards in the next life. , the causal cycle became disordered, and the bookstore originally placed