cat disease

There was also a problem with the neatly placed books at this time. Many lives that had been archived inexplicably turned into flying and disappeared out of thin air. To balance yin and yang by oneself.

Although it wasn't like being abandoned by the Dao of Heaven as Mao Dongjun said, in fact it was time to take the initiative to do it, but at the beginning it was really the chaos of the bookstore, and he, the gatekeeper, had to stand up to calm the matter.

At the beginning, the seven souls were directly broken into powder and scattered on thousands of living beings, calming down the cause and effect of those chaos, rearranging the order, and the three souls disappeared without a trace.

"My soul word is with you?" Fang Wei didn't deny it, looking very interested in Maodong Jun's words.

Mao Dongjun: "Don't you know why Chong Jiu mobilized everyone to find that black cat?"

Fang Wei's eyes flashed, and then he heard a click, and the next second the armrest that was firmly nailed to the chair was out of place. The sharp wood ballast hit Maodong Jun's neck, and the tip pierced into the skin. Blood slid down his slightly dark neck and sank into his clothes.

"If you go on, you're talking too much." Fang Wei pulled Mao Dongjun's hair and forced him to look up, like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered. It made Maodong Jun feel cold all over, and he even forgot the pain in his neck.

"How do you know that Chongjiu's visit to the bookstore was not arranged by me? Do you think that the gatekeeper was bound by the scourge of God? I have my own conclusions about the order of yin and yang thousands of years ago. What do you think you are, pointing fingers at the gatekeeper?" The wood was inserted deeper and deeper, but Maodong Jun remained motionless like an ice sculpture. Seeing the blood gradually surging, soaking the entire collar, Fang Wei still said in a steady tone, "I put those restrictions in the first place. You still need to teach me how to do things? Even if the kitten is an evil spirit, it is not up to you to plan, let alone—"

Fang Wei bent down, leaned into Maodong Jun's ear and said, "How do you know that he is not the bait I used to catch you?"

With a puff, the whole piece of wood wedged into Maodong Jun's neck, his head suddenly turned to one side, his eyes widened.

After Maodong Jun died, a black air fell from behind him to the ground silently, and hid in the shadows against the ground. Fang Wei stepped on it sideways.

With such a sideways effort, Fang Wei's eyes just swept to the direction of the corner of the wall behind him, and at some point a door appeared, and a familiar black figure stood there quietly in front of the door.

Chapter 92

◎cat◎

The candle only illuminated most of the room, and the corner behind was still shrouded in darkness, and the figure stayed silently for an unknown amount of time.

The corpse on the side was lying on the chair with a hideous look, half of its neck was broken, its head was crookedly staring at the dark place, it seemed that he was very satisfied to see the extra person in the corner before he died, the corner of his mouth curled up. An extremely fine arc.

Fang Wei twirled quietly under his feet, and twiddled all the black things into the ground, with a little guilty conscience, as if he didn't know how to face the current scene unless he found something for himself to do.

The tiny wooden thorns pierced into the skin of the palm of the hand and caused a dull pain. It stands to reason that such small wooden thorns would not feel too much if they don't move, but there are countless pains climbing up the nerves, converging Gathered together at the chest, and even the heart was a little abnormal.

This feeling was a little strange, and Fang Wei wondered for a moment whether the chair he was sitting on had been poisoned.

"When did you come?" Fang Wei suppressed the discomfort in his heart, pretended to be calm, and smiled, "I didn't say anything when I came, it's not good that my image of a good person collapsed in an instant, it's hard for me to maintain it like this Long."

The person in the corner didn't move, it could only be seen that the person was tall, his slender figure was a bit thin, but his waist was slender and his legs were long.

"Standing on a clothes hanger or are you a model? This is not a show, you have to go to a modeling agency for an interview." It stands to reason that under such circumstances, Fang Wei could at least make fun of five or six sentences, but somehow he couldn't help it. That irritability made his words a little more mean and impatient.

The person in the corner stood there for a while, and then walked slowly, the figure hidden in the darkness was gradually exposed in the candlelight.

Fang raised his head before he heard the slight sound, and saw that even though the man was standing under the light, the black shadow on his body still did not fade away, as if he had been immersed in the darkness all along, and he had long been indistinguishable from the black, and every facial feature clearly They are all beautiful and just right, but after looking at them for a long time, you will feel that the beauty is a bit fake, the excessively white face is like a painting that forgot to paint, only a little cinnabar is left at the corners of the eyes.

Chong Jiu stood in front of Fang Wei, stared at him blankly for a few seconds, and then slid his cold fingertips down Fang Wei's cheek little by little.

When it slid to the chin, it pressed down slightly, and a layer of frost was instantly attached to the sunken position.

Fang Wei only felt a coldness on his chin, which soon became numb, and even found it difficult to speak.

Saying more at this time is like sophistry, even if he is used to using language as a tool, in his opinion, any action or sentence expressed is purposeful and wants to convey something to others. information, or what you want to achieve.

But in this situation, it is best to do nothing and say nothing.

The black cloth that Chongjiu had been wearing around his eyes had gone somewhere, his half-squinted eyes glowed red, and with the help of the faint candlelight, he could vaguely see that the originally dark green pupils seemed to be stained with blood. , a piece of red.

The distance between the two was so close that Fang Weicai noticed the strangeness in his eyes, and also noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with Chong Jiu's body, so he opened his mouth and asked, "What happened?"

Chong Jiu looked at Fang Wei's eyes that never changed.

He was really stupid at first, how could he not recognize the owner of these eyes?Even though his appearance has become more ordinary, these eyes have not changed at all.

"So, you took me back for a purpose in the first place?" Chongjiu's tone was as flat as ever, just like his past years, "What about now? It's almost time, so it's time to come back and clean up the mess?"

Fang Wei didn't answer, it was really hard to answer.

Seeing this, Chong Jiu chuckled, let go and took a step back and said, "If you want to know anything, you can ask me directly."

Fang Wei didn't say a word. He was about the same height as Chong Jiu, but the gods raised by nature were different from the ghosts who forcibly raised their names.But his aura is restrained very well, and his eyes are also faint, as if there is nothing inside, and it seems to be stuffed to the brim.

Chong Jiu took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and held it in his mouth. Seeing this action, Fang Wei frowned unconsciously.

Taking a puff of cigarette into his lungs, he blew out a smoke ring, as if talking about an insignificant thing: "What do I need to do now? Quickly let the place go or use it as a bait for you?"

Fang Wei still didn't answer.

Chong Jiu took another puff of cigarette, white smoke lingered between the two, and no one could see the other's expression clearly.

He bit his cigarette butt, squinted his eyes and looked at Fang Weidao: "There is no need to turn the corner. We can speak clearly at this point. But I have to remind you, if your plan will take some time to be implemented, I advise you Come sooner, I don't think I can wait that long."

"No need." Fang Wei spat out two words in a nonchalant manner, then thought of something, and said with a chuckle, "The fish has already been hooked."

Chongjiu's eyes narrowed into a line, looking at the corner of Fang Wei's mouth, he felt that it was damned intrusive.

The already bad mood became worse after seeing this scene. He took two steps forward with a strong sense of oppression, forcing Fang Wei to back up, and he didn't stop until his back hit the wall.

The candle on the side felt someone approaching, and jumped a few times uneasily.

Chong Jiu crushed the cigarette butt on the wall behind Fang Wei, logically trapping the person between himself and the wall.

He looked down at the other party's lips, the deep red color was full of anger that Chong Jiu hadn't had for a long time, but also contained the poison that strangers should not enter.

It really wasn't like him, no matter how much he tried to pretend, he was just a counterfeit, not even a human being.

Chongjiu laughed to himself.

Not only a human being, but even his soul is incomplete. Even if he dies, he will not enter reincarnation. At most, he will be broken into pieces and sink in some muddy puddle, just like him before.

It's just going back to the old way of rolling in the mud.

Chongjiu looked at the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar face in front of him, and suddenly felt that Tiandao was actually not good to him at all.After being a janitor for so many years, he has long understood that this position is not just as simple as guarding the order of yin and yang. Since none of the gods raised by nature have been replaced by such an unknown person like him, it means that this position has been prepared for a long time. New preparations, and the "old god" who was replaced was used to reconcile the balance of the world just like Shi Yi, it was like a "fertilizer" to feed the land, and his "fertilizer" was still selected and planted by Shi Yi himself Imprisoned.

Thinking of this, Chong Jiu looked at Fang Wei's eyes more and more fiercely, and before Fang Wei had time to react, he bit down hard.

It was soft and swallowed in his mouth and became a cherry for him to knead, but it was much hotter and softer than the cherry, like the glutinous rice that girls often eat but could not be pulled off no matter what.

Chong Jiu subconsciously exerted force, as if he wanted to tear him to pieces to calm down the growing anger in his heart, until he heard a "hiss" before he regained his sanity.

This little bit of sanity was enough to pull his newly heated mood back into the abyss.

Chong Jiu violently pushed Fang Wei away, as if he wasn't the one who did the outrageous thing just now, and there was a touch of madness in his eyes that hadn't dissipated when he looked over.

He smiled sarcastically, wiped his lips vigorously and said, "It's my honor to be used by you again before I die."

Fang Wei frowned.

When Mao Dongjun said that Chongjiu was going to die, he didn't take it seriously. The gatekeeper's death was not as simple as it said, at least until the next gatekeeper was found, Tiandao would not let him go so easily.

As far as the current Fang Wei is not enough to take over the bookstore again, according to his knowledge, he has never seen a successor, so the "Chongjiu will die" is too fake from the beginning to the end.

However, now that Chongjiu said it again, Fang Wei always felt that some details were overlooked.

Chongjiu didn't make a sound for a long time after seeing Fangwei, but unhurriedly pulled over the chair that Fang Wei had damaged before and sat down, crossed Erlang's legs and took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth: "At first I thought it was Yan Zijin who didn't want to You asked me to investigate the matter and then detained those souls. Now that you think about it, you should have solved it all. What did you ask? Have you figured out the ins and outs?"

Not far away, Maodong Jun stared at this scene, but he was already dead, the flesh on his face was sunken quickly, his eye sockets were protruding, and his eyeballs seemed to fall off in the next second, not at all like the old man just now. dead look.

His body became extremely stiff the second he died, but for some reason, no trace of his soul has come out until now.

The painting at the end of the corridor of the villa was prepared for Chongjiu. Although Chongjiu thought it looked familiar when he first saw the painting, it was only from the perspective of a bystander, just like he was caught in an ancient battlefield before. Wraith is so clear, but it really lacks the sense of reality, more like an immersive movie.

The little female ghost stood in front of the painting, and every inch of her body rotted and fell to the ground, turning into a yellow bone, and then maggots crawled out of the flesh and bones and gradually melted into the huge painting.

At the same time, shrill cries soared into the sky, piercing Chongjiu's eardrum and scrambling to get into his brain, as if every innocent soul had an inexplicable resentment that he wanted to express.

The shrill voice drilled back and forth in his mind, Chongjiu's eyes were inconvenient, he couldn't see what was in front of him, and before he had time to react, countless grievances rushed back and forth in his mind.

Chongjiu held his head that was about to split off, and those pictures that were hidden in no corner emerged little by little.

The bloody setting sun, countless carrion corpses, circling crows, and vultures scattered on the pile of corpses.

With a vague memory, he saw the soaring resentment spiraling up and down, and then a pitch-black cat appeared in the low-lying place. It was Chong Jiu—a life condensed by the resentment of the dead, how ironic.

Chapter 93

◎Blind blind! ◎

The stiff Maodong Jun had already been thrown from the chair to the ground, maintaining the posture of falling sideways, with his knees on the ground, supporting half of his body, looking like a weird sculpture from a distance.

And the chair made of black air that Maodong Jun was sitting on was moved under Fang Wei's buttocks.

Chong Jiu said: "Which step did you understand? Forget it, it doesn't matter, I probably understand what you mean when you come back."

Years of loneliness made Chongjiu calm down quickly, and now he was able to have a good conversation with Fang Wei, without any trace of the previous hysteria.

"I really don't remember what happened to me when I saw you before, so..." Chongjiu subconsciously wanted to explain, but thinking of what Fang Wei and Mao Dongjun said before, he felt that the explanation was a bit redundant, and the other party might not care. "Forget it, maybe I had a premeditated plan when I went to the bookstore."

Chongjiu himself was not sure about this matter, and he recognized the unclear things in just a few words, even Fang Wei didn't think of it.

So Fang Wei couldn't control his surprised expression when he heard Chong Jiu's words, and stared at Chong Jiu with a searching look.

Chong Jiu didn't seem to notice it, and continued: "I wasn't very clear about that matter at the beginning, but after I figured it out, it should have something to do with the confusion of karma and merit."

The order in the world is run by these things, there is a cause, there will be an intersection, and then there will be a result, and the intertwined is what people commonly call the intersection.

The people you meet in every life follow established rules, and the causes of all this are written in that black book.

"I don't know if you noticed at the beginning that the books in the store are no longer normal. Many of the contents on them have been tampered with or taken away directly. By the way, they took away the luck that should have belonged to this person's next life. The value of a book Luck should be fine, but if this happens more, problems will arise in the operation of the whole world. The two people who were supposed to intersect become parallel lines because of some problems, and some things will not happen according to the original arrangement. , and later the order will become more and more chaotic, and the way of heaven will intervene."

"Those karmic obstacles that no one has to bear need to be borne by others, and the karma that has not happened also needs to be balanced, maybe..." Speaking of this Chongjiu paused, seeing that Fang Wei did not finish the following words.

Fang Wei smiled and said: "So all those karma fell on me, and I will make up for the lack of balance, right?"

"It's nothing bad to say, you can't take such a position and really raise flowers and cats every day, right?"

The teased cat pursed its lips without saying a word, and the scar at the corner of its eye became more colorful.

Fang Wei especially liked to see Chong Jiu speechless.

"Since such a thing has come, it is estimated that the culprit should not be far from us."

"Yes." Chong Jiu leaned back on the chair, at first glance it was exactly the same posture as Fang Wei before.

He didn't continue what he said just now, now that the causal order is in chaos again, the original position of gatekeeper has fallen to Chongjiu, so things continue to develop, it is self-evident who will be pushed out by the next heaven .

Maybe the two people have been separated for too long, so that every time they talk, they are more silent. Even if they talk about a serious matter, they will soon be interrupted by inexplicable thoughts, and even the original intention to talk about the matter will be interrupted. Chong Jiu, who had explained it all over again, didn't want to speak again, and lowered his head slightly, fiddling with his fingers.

The slender fingers became much thinner again, with a thin layer of skin and flesh wrapped around the bones, making the slender phalanges longer, but less beautiful, a bit like a dehydrated mummy, with abrupt rings at the joints lap.

Really ugly.

Chong Jiu frowned and curled his fingers into fists.

This scene happened to fall into Fang Wei's eyes, and the wooden thorn seemed to stay in the heart along the blood, causing a dull pain.

The flickering candlelight cast heavy shadows on the faces of the two people, and only half of their faces appeared and disappeared between the flickering lights of the fire.

Suddenly there was a sound of tuk-tuk-tuk outside the door, like a wooden stick hitting the floor very quickly, and the sound became louder as he walked closer along the corridor.

"Hush—" Fang Wei was about to speak, but Chong Jiu put his fingers on his lips, but he just let it go, and soon his fingers curled up in the palm of his hand and hid them again.

Fang Wei glanced at Chong Jiu's hand calmly, then got up and walked softly to Chong Jiu's side, patted his shoulder and motioned him to go to the door together.

The two stood at the door, one on the left and one on the right, while Chong Jiu was holding the doorknob.

Fang Wei listened carefully, the sound of tuk tuk was still ringing non-stop, but without any pattern, like a child playing a prank, knocking everywhere, sometimes near and far.

Fang Wei: "Give me your hand."

Chong Jiu: "..."

Fang Wei saw that Chong Jiu hadn't moved, and said again: "Give me your hand."

Chongjiu didn't understand what Fang Wei wanted to do when he was so nervous, and when Fang Wei urged him for the third time, he finally stretched out two fingers to rest on Fang Wei's protruding palm.

Just as the cold touch touched the palm of his hand, Fang Wei was taken aback for a moment, looked down at the two white sticks on the palm of his hand, and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, holding Chongjiu's fingers firmly under the puzzled eyes of Chong Jiu, smiling Yi said: "I'm talking about... the doorknob."

Chong Jiu's expression was stagnant at first, and then his face suddenly felt like fire was burning, and he tried hard to withdraw his hand, but he couldn't pull it back.

Fang Wei obviously predicted Chong Jiu's thoughts, and before he spoke, he had firmly pulled Chong Jiu's two fingers, moved them up by the way, half-held Chong Jiu's palm, and shook it: "If you pull again, it will break .”

He pointed to his wrist: "I'm an ordinary person. I don't have such a strong body as Master Jiu. If I can't hold it together, I will be dislocated, broken or something."

After saying this, Chong Jiu really didn't use so much force, and symbolically withdrew twice more, and finally compromised.

With a smile still on Fang Wei's face, he leaned towards Chong Jiu, stretched out his other hand to the vacant doorknob, and said, "I'll go out and have a look later, you wait here."

"Is it funny?" Chong Jiu looked at Fang Wei expressionlessly.

The smile in Fang Wei's eyes deepened, and he thought that the kitten was getting cuter and cuter, but he also knew that if he continued to tease the cat, he would annoy the cat, so he cleared his throat and said, "Where am I laughing, it's just the corner of my mouth for a long time I haven’t seen the temple, I want to go up and say hello.”

Chong Jiu squeezed the other hand out of thin air, and a sharp black knife appeared at the fingertips.

Pointing at the corner of Fang Wei's mouth with a shining sword, he said, "I think the corner of your mouth is too short. For the sake of our friendship for so many years, I can help you."

Fang Wei turned his head and shut up obediently, but his subordinates did not let go. They even rubbed up to prevent Chong Jiu from running away. The two people's current posture is like a leader meeting and shaking hands, so funny.

"Don't you say you went out first and let me wait here? How do you go if you pull me?" Chong Jiu's voice sounded colder, and he blew into Fang Wei's ear with ice balls.

Fang Wei directly pulled Chong Jiu's arm in front of him, put his elbows on him and said, "I regret it."

After speaking, he opened the door without waiting for Chong Jiu's reaction.

The outside is still the original corridor, with a dark red blanket on the floor.

The moment the door was opened, the sound of tuk tuk stopped abruptly, and the sound of people's breathing could be faintly heard in the corridor.

Chong Jiu took a step behind Fang Wei, being pulled behind him, he couldn't see the outside scene, only an oil painting of a pastoral scene on the opposite wall, and something was stained on the carpet under his feet, red and black. It hasn't been washed for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Fang Wei didn't move, Chong Jiu asked with a suppressed voice.

But when he wanted to take another step out, he was blocked by Fang Wei, and Chong Jiu could clearly feel that Fang Wei was pulling him harder.

What's out there?

Chong Jiu frowned. If it was the old days, there is nothing wrong with blocking him like this. After all, Chong Jiu had no other abilities except longevity.

But the current Fang Wei is not as good as Chong Jiu at the beginning, even if there is such an advantage as longevity.

No...probably.

Chongjiu looked at Fang Wei's back at a close distance. The dark collar was wrapped around the shoulders, and the slender neck stretched upwards. The thin appearance seemed to be broken with a slight force. Such a fragile side It should never appear on a "god", but he still made a protective gesture.

I really can't figure it out.

What I can't figure out is not only this, but also his own unusual behavior before.

Fortunately, there are not many opportunities for wild thoughts in this situation. Chong Jiu quickly took a step to the side, and before Fang Wei had time to react, he showed half of his head outside the door, and then he heard a person stuttering. Said: "You, you, what, what's the situation?"

This glance happened to see a person standing against the wall, who he knew very well with Fang Wei——Yan Zijin.

"Why did you come out?" Fang Wei asked before Chong Jiu could speak.

Yan Zijin was still in shock.

No wonder he was so shocked, a door suddenly opened in front of his eyes, it was nothing if they were all acquaintances, but the posture of these two acquaintances was too close.

Fang Wei blocked the door like a door god, there was still a little smile in his beautiful eyes, this was secondary, the main reason was that the hand in front of him was still holding another person's hand.

In this situation, the thought of flirting had just popped up, and Yan Zijin discovered that the identity of this "lover" turned out to be someone he had never thought of in his life.

Yan Zijin looked at the two people in front of him with a weeping face, and unconsciously took two steps back and said, "I really didn't know you were here...you...call me, excuse me?"

He hesitated a bit when he said the last sentence, Yan Zijin still didn't understand how these two people got mixed up, and...holding hands? ! !

Wait, Master Jiu, did your chin rest on Fang Wei's shoulder?Did he read it right?

Yan Zijin felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and staggered towards the wall with his hands on his chest. In the other hand, he held a long stick more than one meter long, which looked a bit like the kind commonly used by blind people.

"What are you doing with this? Are you blind?" Fang Wei said.

I wish I could go blind!

Yan Zijin complained in his heart, but he didn't dare to make trouble on the surface. He pointed to the surroundings honestly and said, "There is no entrance or exit in this corridor. I'm looking for a mechanism."

Doesn’t this knock out your two Buddhas?

Chapter 94

◎ willing to ◎

The originally dimly lit corridor has changed since then. All the original doors are gone, only paintings of different sizes hang on the walls. At first glance, it looks a bit like an art gallery.

"Where did you come from?" Fang Wei looked around, "Drilling the wall or hiding in the ground?"

There is only one door behind him in the whole corridor now,

Apart from the same decoration, the empty corridor looked like a completely different place. It was gloomy, and even the thriving paintings on the wall added a bit of weirdness.

Perhaps it was because Fang Wei and Chong Jiu had been standing at the door, so this room did not disappear directly like other rooms, but the other people who went upstairs with them did not go out like Yan Zijin.

"Master Jiu, what happened to your eyes?"

Chongjiu was poking out through the narrow gap, usually he was only slightly shorter than Fang Wei, but now he magnified such a disadvantage, making it impossible for him to see the entire corridor.

He didn't pay attention to Yan Zijin, at first he just glanced at it, and then he heard Yan Zijin's words, and finally took a serious look, but this action made the distance between him and Fang Wei even tighter, and his breath was all on Fang Wei's face.

The air he just exhaled was bounced back and hit his nose again, Chong Jiu's whole body stiffened immediately, and he forgot to even step back for a while.

"You...please treat me as a fart, thank you." Yan Zijin put his hands on his chest, looked down at his toes, pretended that he didn't see anything, and regretted the extra question just now.

Chong Jiu didn't know his current state.

The originally restricted eyes quickly recovered after encountering the painting, although there was a faint guess in my heart about the specific reason.

The wraith trapped in the painting came from the same place as him, so it naturally affected his body. They scrambled to get into his body and repaired all the parts that had problems before, including the eyes.

It's just that no one can help him prove these.

"What's wrong with the eyes?" Chong Jiu thought that his eyes had recovered, and there was no mirror here, so he didn't know what was wrong with the eyes.

Yan Zijin didn't answer the words, Fang Wei turned his head, not knowing whether it was intentional or not, his cheek just brushed Chongjiu's lips, if he moved more aggressively, he could kiss him directly.

Fortunately, Yan Zijin was still immersed in the little episode just now, so he didn't see this scene, otherwise he would have hit his head against the wall.

"The eyes are a little red, are you tired?" Fang Wei seemed to have not noticed anything, and answered the words very naturally, "The face is also a little red."

The last sentence successfully drew Yan Zijin's attention, but he couldn't see anything clearly, and muttered, "Jiu Ye's face is actually red? I thought there were only white ones, you must be mistaken."

Chong Jiu coughed and felt that what Fang Wei said was bullshit, then slowly moved his chin away from Fang Wei's shoulder, pretending that nothing happened, and twitched his hand vigorously, but was still pulled dead by Fang Wei dead.

"What else did you see in the corridor when you came out?" Fang Wei pinched Chong Jiu's fingers to signal him to calm down. The small movements were very similar to pinching the black cat's neck in the bookstore thousands of years ago. It was neither light nor heavy, itchy and painful .

Yan Zijin: "No, it's empty and too quiet, as if a sealed box shut us up."

"Well... so to speak, it looks like a doll's gift box... We were transformed into dolls, right?"

Chongjiu admires Yan Zijin's imagination very much, it's a pity not to be a screenwriter.

Fang Wei: "No, maybe it's just entering the domain."

Thinking about the corpse lying in the room behind him, Fang didn't think for a moment and then said: "It should be deliberately pushing us away. Everyone in each room is treated differently. Didn't you meet anyone in your room?"

Yan Zijin nodded: "Yes, I f*ck saw Tan Huai, I almost peed in fright."

Chong Jiu: "Tan Huai? You seem really blind."

As a ferryman, Tan Huai couldn't even get through the door behind the bookstore, let alone come to reality.

The ferryman cannot live without Huangquan.

Yan Zijin pursed his lips, and muttered with a laugh: "I was so frightened that I ran out quickly."

"What about you?" Fang Wei asked Chong Jiu, "Why did you suddenly come to my house?"

After Chongjiu woke up from the picture, he saw a door half-opened not far from the corridor. He walked over in a strange way, and after pushing the door, he heard Fang Wei talking to someone.

Chong Jiu didn't mention the previous things. In fact, since he entered this villa, he felt oppressed by something in his heart. He had no desire to speak, and even felt an inexplicable irritability when he saw people.

Seeing that Chongjiu didn't speak, Fang Wei didn't ask.

The three of them wandered in the corridor for an unknown amount of time. Sure enough, after Chong Jiu and Fang Wei came out of the room, the door behind them was closed and they were out of sight. The whole corridor was like a box with no exit as Yan Zijin said.

The wallpaper on both sides of the corridor is printed with dark patterns, and the texture can only be felt with fingers, and the pattern cannot be seen in such a dim environment.

There are two rows of oil paintings hanging on the wall, most of them are rural, with landscapes, flowers and plants. If it is not in such an environment, it should look pretty good.

A few people followed along and found a random direction to walk forward. They knocked and beat all the way, but they couldn't find the mechanism they were doing.

"Where are the others?" Chong Jiu, who had rarely spoken all the way, asked suddenly.

"What?" Yan Zijin knocked along the wall with the small stick. He was startled when he heard the words at first, and then he realized what Chongjiu asked, "I don't know, maybe it didn't come out? Maybe wait a while." Come out now."

Chong Jiu frowned: "Who are they?"

He had poor eyesight before, so he only knew that there was someone, but he didn't know the identity.

Yan Zijin obviously forgot about it, and didn't realize what was going on immediately after hearing this, Fang Wei had already said: "You've seen them all, the children in their organization, don't worry."

Chong Jiu had nothing to worry about, but when the previous few people were in the living room, he always felt that something was wrong with the other people, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Since Fang Wei didn't say that there was any problem, he just assumed that he was too sensitive due to sudden blindness.

The three of them wandered in the corridor for a while.

The corridor is not long, and there is still no result after walking back and forth twice. The longer the time, the more annoying it is.

In the same scene, I can't feel the movement of time, and even the surrounding air seems to be much thinner, and the longer I stay, the more I can't breathe.

"Do you feel..." Yan Zijin swallowed forcefully, "The longer you stay here, the less you can get up."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and saw two people next to him who were tugging at each other for some unknown reason, competing with each other back and forth, and then down—two hands firmly held together.

Yan Zijin suddenly felt that he was many times brighter than the lights in the corridor, and instantly forgot that it was getting more and more difficult to breathe.

When the three of them were standing in the corridor without embarrassment, trying to find their way like headless chickens, there was a creaking sound at the place where they walked for the third time just now, like a door that had been in disrepair and was slowly pushed open. Open, the slender voice made people's teeth ache.

Yan Zijin was still immersed in the emotion of "my dog's eyes are going to be blind". Yan Zijin was startled by this voice. Although he has seen a lot of ghosts and monsters over the years, he is indeed the person who has faced death most directly among the three. Well, it's not just a joke to have so many unlucky deaths.

Yan Zijin once felt that he was not insane or took revenge on the society, which already showed that he was kind-hearted enough, and he might be promoted to immortality someday.

Thoughts come to mind, so many death experiences have made him very sensitive to sudden situations, especially in recent years.

After careful calculation, this life has passed a lot of years. Compared with the previous lives, it seems to be coming to an end soon.

In view of the fact that Yan Zijin is very sensitive to all kinds of strange things around him while having to deal with the great god who parachuted into the unit, and at the same time, he was very sensitive to all kinds of strange things around him, so when the almost inaudible sound of the door opening slowly sounded, he The first time he jumped out, he looked in the direction of the sound.

"What's the matter?" After successfully suppressing Chong Jiu's hand again, Fang Wei was finally willing to pay attention to the nominal leader.

Yan Zijin: "It seems that something came out over there."

He didn't wait for a reply for a long time after saying this, so scared that he turned his head cautiously, wanting to see if the other two had disappeared out of thin air.

It was just this one glance that made him blind again.

Fang Wei slightly lowered his head between Yan Zi and Jin, and leaned close to Chong Jiu's ear, not knowing what he was talking about. From his perspective, it looked more like he was biting his ear.

Is it the end of the world, or has the world gone mad?

Yan Zijin even felt that it was nothing if he died, so he didn't have to be frightened in the face of disaster.

After perfunctory Yan Zijin's sentence, Fang Wei didn't know if he heard Yan Zijin's last sentence, but thought that the cat next to him was very funny, so he deliberately poked his head close to Chongjiu's ear, first blew, and then He said slowly: "I'm still very curious...why did you cut your hair? When you accidentally touched a few hairs, you had to fight me hard."

Why cut your hair?

Chongjiu thought that Fang Wei had already passed this matter. After all, it was not an important matter in the eyes of ordinary people.