cat disease

I will go back to cut my hair in no time, either I am not used to it, or I love beauty, and no one will ask "how did you go to cut your hair".

"It's nothing." Chong Jiu endured the burning sensation in his ears and tilted his head to the side, "It's convenient."

The most suitable reason, this is the reason Chongjiu thought up a long time ago.

Fang Wei laughed lowly, wondering if he believed the nonsense of Chongjiu, turned his head to look at the other side of the corridor and said, "There seems to be something coming out over there, be careful."

After speaking, he took out two charms from his pocket and sandwiched them between his index finger and middle finger.

Chong Jiu looked at the half of the back of his head left for him, and then looked down at the two people's hands that hadn't let go, a little confused about what was going on now.

Cutting hair is of course not something that can be explained by the word convenience. After so many years, I thought it would be convenient to cut hair long ago. Cutting hair at such a juncture is just treating hair as another medium.

Chapter 95

◎Haunted House◎

The sound of opening the door took an infinite amount of time, and the sound grew louder as it got closer to the back. It was like a large iron door of a factory building slowly being blown open by the wind, shaking back and forth and creaking endlessly.

"What the hell." Chongjiu wanted to divert his attention, otherwise he would subconsciously feel the heat source in his hand, for fear that he would do something wrong again later.

Although he has done it once before, well... it should be counted once.

There was no movement for such a long time, and Yan Zijin felt that he was too nervous and had hallucinations.

However, when Yan Zijin tightly hugged his crutches and carefully wanted to step forward to check the situation, he froze in place as soon as he took a step, and then the blood all over his body froze instantly, his upper and lower eyelids separated further and further, and his eyeballs almost fell off.

He held his breath and sank to his dantian. The word "Oh my God" seemed to burst through his throat, and the next second a chapter of bright yellow charms had already stuck to his mouth.

"Shut up, did you change your soul with that newcomer in your group? Why are you making such a fuss?" Fang Wei looked over Yan Zijin's feet, blood-red handprints were clearly printed on the ground.

The bloody handprints extended from a distance, lingered in front of Yan Zijin's feet for a long time, pressed one by one in a disorderly manner, and then left in the same direction as when they came. It seems that they just came to check and then left .

"You didn't see anything just now?" Fang Wei asked.

Yan Zijin shook his head, he had already recovered in a short while, and he removed the spell on his mouth, looking at the complicated runes on his face with a complicated expression.

Fang Wei took the yellow paper back, it was not a spell to suppress the sound, but it was just a reminder to Yan Zijin.

I don't know what Yan Zijin is doing today, he is not such a person who is easily scared.

Walking along the bloodstains, it is obviously still the previous corridor, but I feel that the surroundings are a little different.

At first, Yan Zijin wanted to lead the battle as before, but due to his reaction to the bloody fingerprints, he was finally squeezed behind by Fang Wei, and Chong Jiu, who was pulled by Fang Wei, had to be caught in the middle.

Chong Jiu still doesn't understand why Fang Wei has been holding him, can't it be because he is afraid of losing him?

Yan Zijin used to be able to walk in the front without being blinded, but now he had to watch the two people in front of him holding hands like a young couple.

Little lover...Little lover? !

Yan Zijin was shocked by his own thoughts, and looked at Chong Jiu in disbelief. After a while, he recovered his voice and asked in a low voice, "Jiuye, do you...know who he is?"

Chong Jiu: "Yes."

"That you……"

Isn't it a matter of pickpocketing?

Fortunately, Yan Zijin swallowed the last half of the sentence in time.

The trace of the bloody hand was not very long, and the three of them followed the trace and walked a short distance before seeing a gap of light.

"Is this someone coming out again?" Although Yan Zijin stood at the end, he did not delay his speech.

The bloody handprints stretched all the way into the gap, and it looked like someone entered and exited the back door without locking the back door.

With this yellow light, they finally found a door in the sealed space.

The three of them didn't go in hastily. Such a place, with the bright red bloody handprints, didn't look like a good place anyway, so Fang Weifang stuffed the spell in his hand into the crack of the door first.

No matter how unscrupulous this action looked, Chong Jiu unconsciously took a few more glances at the slender fingers stuck in the crack of the door.

After the yellow paper entered the crack of the door, he waited for a while without waiting for any reaction, and then opened the unobvious door.

The moment the door was opened, the hand that had been holding Chong Jiu was released at the same time.

Fang Wei took the lead to enter the door.

The light in the corridor was too dim, and the light in the room was very strong. Chongjiu's eyes, which saw the bright light at first, were filled with white light for a moment and couldn't see anything.

After gradually getting used to the light, he looked down at the empty palm, feeling as if there was a small piece of emptiness in his heart.

According to the order of wandering in the corridor before, Yan Zijin was the last to enter the room.

This room is much better than the one I didn't stay in before, with all the furniture and furnishings, everything in the house is full of life, and there is a huge floor-to-ceiling window opposite the door. A huge tree completely obscured the scenery outside the window, and the leaves of the tree rubbed against the window and shook back and forth, making a very subtle rustling sound.

Yan Zijin: "Are we... coming out? Why does it feel easier than escaping the secret room? It's like the one shown on TV. Walk around the locust tree three times clockwise and then counterclockwise three times, and the door will open."

Chongjiu: "What door, Huangquanmen?"

Yan Zijin: "..."

He may have committed Tai Sui today, and the two people around him took turns to play against him.

Chong Jiu looked down again at the hand that had been held before, and then clenched his fists down to his side, looking at the room again.

The room is indeed no different from that of an ordinary home. The simple style and color can not tell whether the owner of this bedroom is a man or a woman. Every home decoration has its own function, and there is no superfluous thing. The host is more pragmatic.

There are paintings on the walls on both sides of the door in the same style as those on the corridor, which seems to be the only thing in the room that is purely for decoration.

"Why does this painting feel eerie to me?" Yan Zijin touched the frame, "Maybe it's the aftereffects of seeing so many in the corridor just now, the green mountains, green waters and red houses always feel like a monster will rush out in the next second. "

"You're really getting less and less courageous. Too many people under your command have affected you?" Chong Jiu touched the unevenness on the painting, and it was clean without a speck of dust. This room should be cleaned frequently.

Yan Zijin took a step back and staggered half a figure away from Chongjiu: "That's impossible, but I didn't expect to bring a few people out with me. In the end, I became a polished commander. I don't know where the others went."

"Run away? No, isn't it all here?" Fang Wei's voice spread behind him, Yan Zijin turned his head abruptly, and saw Fang Wei sticking very close to him, this turn almost hit Fang Wei's chin.

Yan Zijin patted his chest: "Do you know that scaring people will scare people to death?"

The close-range pressure made Yan Zijin a little uncomfortable, but Chong Jiu was behind him, and if he took a step back, he would bump into someone, so he added: "Excuse me, please?"

Fang Wei didn't seem to hear it, his feet were nailed to the ground and he didn't intend to move. When he looked down, the light in his eyes was vaguely cold.

Chongjiu didn't know what happened behind him, he just felt that Yan Zijin's words should be groundless, but after looking up and down, he still couldn't see a doorway in it.

I can't see why in the painting, Chongjiu didn't hold on any more, turned around and saw Yan Zijin and Fang Wei almost sticking together, if it wasn't for Fang Wei's hands hanging down sideways, this posture looks like two people hugging each other .

Chong Jiu frowned, feeling that the scene in front of him was an eyesore.

He passed the two people without saying a word and walked towards the bed, but the moment he passed by Fang Wei, his arm was suddenly pulled.

Chong Jiu looked at Xiang Fangwei: "What are you doing?"

Fang Wei: "Don't look for it anymore, the real master is right here."

Chong Jiu followed Fang Wei's gaze, and saw Yan Zijin looking back and forth between the two with a face of confusion, and then smiled awkwardly and said, "What are you all looking at me for? You don't suspect me, do you? "

Fang Wei: "I doubt it, I'm going to sacrifice you to heaven."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Yan Zijin's reaction, he directly pasted the charm that he took back earlier on Yan Zijin's head, and the next moment he pulled Chong Jiu behind him, and put his two fingers together to prevent his lips from being touched. Fingertips, and then rest on the spell, muttering words.

After a few words, Yan Zi, who was originally astonished, gradually showed pain on his face, and then became more ferocious. After a while, a shadow that was exactly the same as the original appearance gradually appeared on that face, and he was tearing to come out, but was caught Countless black threads are pulling.

Seeing this, Chong Jiu didn't care what kind of spell Fang Wei was saying, so he blocked Fang Wei behind him.

He is not very familiar with spells and spells, but he is very familiar with the appearance of the person opposite.

As soon as the spell was broken, the ferocious mask on Yan Zijin's face was pasted back, and the face that hadn't changed for many years returned to its original appearance.

Chongjiu asked Fang Wei: "Is it possessed or is it originally an evil spirit?"

Originally, Fang Wei was more inclined to be possessed, and the scene just now was more like being possessed. Although he didn't expect a single talisman to force the evil spirit out, it at least proved that Yan Zijin had a problem as he had guessed.

"Possession is more likely, but it cannot be ruled out that it is an evil spirit." Fang Wei looked down at Chong Jiubai's almost transparent neck, and continued, "I thought something was wrong with him in the corridor."

Chong Jiu tilted his head slightly: "Have you become less courageous?"

Fang Wei: "More than that, although I haven't been in contact with him for as long as you, but in just a few days of cohabitation, I may know more about some details than you."

Chong Jiu: "..."

"The process is not important. The result is that the culprit ran up to you and yelled at you. What are you going to do, Master Jiu?"

Chong Jiu: "..."

Is it best for everyone to go home together?

After the accident happened, the surrounding environment did not change because of Yan Zijin's problem. It stands to reason that if it is in the domain, the surrounding environment will change with the owner's thoughts.

"Isn't this the domain? Or is the real master someone else?" Chong Jiu asked.

Yan Zijin still had a dull expression, as if he hadn't woken up from the accident just now, his dazed look was a bit like a real wax figure in a wax museum.

"Then I don't know." Fang Wei shrugged and said, "I just want to catch the ghosts I see, and ordinary people like me can't care about the rest."

As soon as the voice fell, Yan Zijin moved.

He moved his somewhat stiff neck and limbs, then looked at Chong Jiu with a smile and said, "Master Jiu, this joke of yours is not funny. Why are you teasing me? I can't help it."

After speaking, there was a sudden wind around, the closed windows and doors opened at the same time, the curtains were fluttering in the wind, and the paintings on the wall creaked.

"Yeah Jiuye, it's like a haunted house here, I'm so scared." Fang Wei put his hands on Chong Jiu's shoulders and shrank behind him.

Chong Jiu was too lazy to talk to Fang Wei, looked at Yan Zijin and said, "It would be boring to drag it on any longer, why don't you just call us here and not talk about the purpose?"

Chapter 96

◎Eldest grandson ◎

In the huge room, an evil wind blew up, and suddenly a blood-red handprint was printed on the wall, and then more and more, densely packed, patting down made a scalp-numbing sound.

"Isn't it just to ask the purpose, as for being so irritable?" The wind made the two of them unsteady, and Fang Wei couldn't help but sigh with emotion when he saw the bloody handprints around him.

"I became angry from embarrassment," Chongjiu said.

Fang Wei paused for a moment, but finally couldn't hold back, and said: "I'll find you a Chinese teacher when I'm not busy later, why don't you call me angry?"

There was a rumbling sound outside the window, and when I came in, the sunny sky actually started thundering, but the rain did not come down for a long time, only the non-stop lightning and thunder.

"The sky has changed." Chong Jiu said suddenly.

Fang Wei looked out of the window, the branch that was originally attached to the window had stretched into the house at this time, shaking the leaves and falling on the carpet, several pieces of green and yellow.

A flash of lightning illuminated the sky outside, and reflected into the house through the gaps between the leaves, like countless spotlights on the stage, and the lights in the house were all extinguished the moment the thunder fell.

Fang Wei: "It really feels like a haunted house."

Yan Zijin was still standing next to them, but neither of them gave him a look, they really treated him like a wax figure and ignored him.

When the lightning flashed for the third time, countless black shadows appeared out of thin air on the empty floor, and each black shadow was in the shape of a human being, tall, short, fat, and thin, standing there motionless in the dark.

At this time, Yan Zijin finally spoke again: "Where is it that I led you here, it was obviously you who came here by yourself."

Yan Zijin missed two people standing in front of those black shadows, so densely packed that he couldn't see how many people there were, until the next lightning bolt fell, and finally saw familiar faces inside, many of them were members of the non-human group.

Chong Jiu frowned as he watched this scene. These people exuded a yin energy that did not belong to the living, and they smelled like dead bodies, but upon closer inspection, they felt that these were not ordinary dead bodies, but more like something between life and death. between.

Yan Zijin looked back at the people behind him, and said, "Master Jiu, don't be surprised, you must have seen all of these people, but you may forget things too much, and forget them when you see them, but you should remember these few."

After all, the few people standing not far away stepped forward a few steps, formally not members of the human group.

"Everyone in the organization is somewhat unusual, so I found them one by one, pulled them into the organization, and wanted to give them a shelter, so don't worry, Jiu Ye, we have no malicious intentions, and it's not you I think so." The last sentence was said to Fang Wei, "Although I didn't know what your purpose was when you found me, even now I don't know it very clearly, but it must be with us. If there is no conflict, why bother to doubt me now."

The thunder sounded again, interrupting Yan Zijin's words.

He turned his head and looked at the faces behind him, and said with a light smile, "Many people are usually away on business, so we haven't seen each other for a long time. I didn't expect to be reunited here today. It's really...fortunate."

"Do you know where this is?" Chong Jiu asked.

"It's not very clear, but I think there is something wrong here. I sent someone to check it out, and I think there is something tricky here, but I don't know the specific situation. Didn't Qiu Hong die near here?" Yan Zijin said, " I didn't lie to you, and I didn't mean to scare you, it was really an accident."

Yan Zijin seems to be the same as before, but also seems to be a little different. He wants to explain, but at the same time he doesn't know what to explain, contradicting himself.

Lightning flashed from time to time, illuminating more and more figures behind him, roughly drawing almost the entire Inhuman Group over, which looked strange no matter what.

Even if Yan Zijin made a fool of himself in such a scene, Chong Jiu would not believe that there was no trick here, and sure enough, the next second, the "tick" popped up by itself.

The closed door creaked open, followed by the sound of wheels rolling on the floor—a man who appeared to be in his 50s slowly entered the house in an electric wheelchair with a cat on his lap.

The cat was completely black except for a pair of green eyes.

The moment Chong Jiu saw the black cat, the cold atmosphere around him changed instantly, and an indescribable air current wrapped him in it, and even Fang Wei who was next to him unconsciously took two steps back.

Fang Wei took a deep look at Chongjiu. He always thought that Chongjiu was looking for a cat as an excuse. After all, he hadn’t seen a cat hair for so long. He asked Yan Zijin before, and Yan Zijin also said that he had never seen it. , Especially in the process of getting along later, Chongjiu seldom mentioned cats, which made Fang Wei believe that Chongjiu was actually investigating other things, and cats were a cover.

Fang Wei really wanted to ask Chongjiu what happened to the cat, but seeing Chongjiu's reaction now, he knew it wasn't time to speak, so he turned his attention to the person in the wheelchair.

The man's hair was half white, but there were not many wrinkles on his face. When the lightning fell, his face was illuminated. At first glance, he looked like a young man in his 20s. After the light dimmed, his face turned into a man in his 50s. .

The man was wearing a clean white shirt, a black jacket, a pair of black trousers and a pair of shiny black leather shoes.

Even though he was in a wheelchair, he was still well-dressed.

The man walked in with a smile, and the door closed automatically behind him.

"There are so many guests. I'm sorry that I came back late for something. Please forgive me for the poor hospitality." The man's voice was gentle, and every word was articulated clearly but not abrupt. It sounded like he wanted to get closer .

They had never seen this person before, but the aura on his body was inexplicably familiar.

"Who are you?" Chong Jiu asked bluntly.

The man smiled, and stroked the cat's back: "Hi, my name is Changsun Yan."

The surname of eldest grandson is not common nowadays, and it is usually seen in hundreds of surnames.

Chongjiu has no impression of this person. Even if he has been reincarnated countless times, the souls who usually report to bookstores, except for doing extremely special things, may not be able to enter Chongjiu's mind even if they are famous in history.

Changsun Yan looked down at the cat lying on his lap, touched his head and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, I have no malicious intentions."

Chong Jiu: "..."

Holding his cat is the greatest malice.

Chongjiu's appearance didn't look like he could talk to people well, Fang Wei patted him on the shoulder, put on a smile that was more standard than that of Changsun, and said, "Mr. With so many people here, it can’t be just to chat.”

"Of course." Changsun Min pointed to the direction where Yan Zijin was standing, "I invite you to come here, firstly, to show my works, and secondly, if you are interested, I would like to talk about cooperation."

Lightning illuminated the dark room, and the people in the room were divided into three waves at some point. In the middle was the eldest grandson who had just come out, on one side were Yan Zijin and the people from the organization, and on the other side were Chong Jiu and Fang Wei.

I don't know where to start with the word "work", Chong Jiu's eyes kept falling on Changsun Yan, but Yan Zijin was surprised by the word "work".

Yan Zijin's eyes widened, and he pointed at Changsun Min: "You fart! Who are you!"

The eldest grandson ignored Yan Zijin's words and just looked at Chongjiu: "To be precise, these are defective products that have been eliminated, and they are also my presents to you."

Chong Jiu glanced at the crowd indifferently, except for Yan Zijin, who looked like a living person, the rest were lifeless, staring ahead dully, and didn't respond to Chang Sun's words.

And the only living person became more and more restless after hearing this sentence. Yan Zijin rushed up without saying a word, holding the small stick in his hand, wanting to fight to the death with Changsun Min, but he just rushed forward. One step was controlled by the people behind him.

It's Yu Xin.

"You fucking let me go." Yan Zijin grabbed the hand that was imprisoned on his chest. The hand seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move it no matter what. I dare not move.

Chongjiu finally knew what Fang Wei said was wrong with Yan Zijin.

From the timidity at the beginning and the impulsiveness of the brain now, it is not like the person who just goes to the bookstore for nothing, and the general things do not make waves in his heart.

The matter on the other side turned into a farce, and Yan Zijin had two more pairs of hands restraining him, firmly controlling him.

Chongjiu looked at the eldest grandson: "Let's talk about the purpose first."

Changsun Yan smiled: "There is no purpose, but to give you a win-win situation."

When he said this, he didn't know if he did it on purpose, he just ignored Fang Wei who was standing behind him, just looked at Chongjiu and said: "You must have seen the previous painting, there is no fairness in this world, so just take it It is said that the battlefield is full of competition among the superiors, and the people who suffer are the common people, and besides the soldiers serving the superiors, most of the people who die are the weak people who have no power to restrain the chickens."

"That painting didn't add oil and vinegar. It's not just the corpse that was stained red with blood, but the whole land. Don't you think the law of heaven is unfair?"

Chongjiu didn't feel much about his nonsense, the propaganda/sales brainwashing was not as inferior as him, and the injustice of life itself was a joke in front of a person who was used to seeing life and death. The number of years will always die for various reasons.

Living people feel that they have changed their destiny through certain things, but they don't know that these changes are actually arranged by the way of heaven long ago.

"However, these may not be very touching to you. After all, you have escaped life and death from birth, and the current environment is more of a restraint for you, which comes from the restraint given by the person behind you." The eldest grandson Yan stared at Chong Jiu with burning eyes, and said, "Is that so, Lord Jiu?"

Since Chongjiu came here, he has not declared his family name, but being able to bring them all here is enough to prove that the owner of the house knows their identities, at least Chongjiu's identity.

But looking at his tone, it seemed that even Fang Wei had figured it out.

Chongjiu didn't know that the eldest grandson had understood that step, so he didn't say much.

The eldest grandson had long expected that he would not get a response, so he controlled the wheelchair and arrived in front of Yan Zijin, with his back turned to him and Chong Jiu.

The cat on the lap was still lying on it safely, stretching its arms and legs lazily with its head sideways, no matter which position it was in, its eyes were always on Chong Jiu.

Changsun Yan added with a smile: "After all, in the early years, I never heard that the janitor would be punished by God for his misbehavior."

Chongjiu had heard this before, and the first time I heard it, I felt a little turbulent, but when I heard it again, I didn't feel much anymore.

Changsun Min went on to say: "It is reasonable to say that you should be freer than those gods and not bound by other things, but now you are not as good as an ordinary person like me."

"Ordinary people?" Chongjiu sneered. During the whole process, he quietly listened to Changsun Yan alone, and most of the words in his ears turned into nonsense, until he finally held back and sneered, "It's a waste of such a big thought to let the When I saw those, I thought there was some way to do it, which word do you think is related to the word 'ordinary person'?"

Chapter 97

◎I don’t agree with each other◎

Chongjiu was used to speaking in a tactful manner, and he rarely uttered such words as direct scolding. Even so, the meaning of the three words "not human" was clearly conveyed.

The eldest grandson didn't know whether he was suppressing his anger deliberately for the purpose of negotiating or his usual good temper, at least he couldn't see it on the surface, and he was still smiling.

"Master Jiu, don't get me wrong, I didn't kill the people you investigated before." Changsun Yan said, "And I was also very angry about the murder at my door, so we should be considered to be on the same line Come on, so you see, these are the gifts I gave you, although I did not do this, but in the final analysis, it has something to do with me, I apologize."

"Don't you want to know why these gifts come from?"

There was constant thunder outside, but the rain never fell, and the lightning shone into the house, illuminating the outline of a figure.

Those people, including Yan Zijin, all became stone pillars, and they remained motionless after the words of Changsun Yan, really like gifts waiting to be given away, waiting for the master to send them out.

"There have been a lot of problems in the bookstore over the years. It's scattered and very small. The ninth master may not notice it. First, you are taking over after all, and the connection with yin and yang cause and effect is not as close as the first one. Second, there are too many lives and deaths, and occasionally A little problem is like looking for a needle in a haystack, it is not easy to find, so I will send the problematic ones to you, although I may not find all of them, but you can't keep dangling under your nose and obstructing your eyes, can you?"

Chong Jiu was taken aback when he heard this, and subconsciously looked at the people behind Changsun Yan.

As if he didn't notice, Changsun Yan continued: "I think you also know that when the order of yin and yang is disordered to a certain extent, the gatekeeper will be pulled out to take the blame. Although I agree with this method, I can't stop it, so I can only help Jiu. Lord check the gaps and make up for the omissions, so as to ensure that you will not be pulled out by Tiandao to take the place of the dead ghost during your reign."

In this way, Chongjiu fully understood what Changsun Yan was talking about about the gift.

He always thought that people whose merits have been tampered with will be reincarnated to resist karma and bear karmic obstacles for the thief, but now he understands that those people not only bear these things, but also because the book has been modified, they are more sensitive to dark things. Sensitive, gradually became those special groups in the organization.

"What do you want from me?" Chongjiu asked.

Although there are some things that Chongjiu cannot do in his current position, he has to admit that if all the creatures who disturbed the order disappear, including thieves and victims, then he, the current gatekeeper, will no longer be pushed away. Going out to be a "replenishing stone", in other words, as long as all these people are dead, Chong Jiu can continue to stay in this position safely.

Being able to bring these to the front of the stage is enough to prove that what Changsun Min wants is not simple,

"I can solve these troubles for you, and I just want to get an insignificant thing from you."

"what?"

Changsun Yan looked over Chongjiu and looked at the person behind him.

Fang Wei, who had been quietly acting as a transparent person behind him, burst out laughing, then waved his hand and said, "I didn't do it on purpose, you go ahead, don't worry about me."

Chongjiu pursed his lips and didn't look back.

The eldest grandson even smiled gently at Fang Wei, stroking the black cat with his hand and saying, "Master Jiu, you know that that person has long since disappeared, and what is behind you is just a remnant soul. It's hard to say how long you can survive in this world, so why give up such a good opportunity for a remnant soul?"

"It's impossible for you to deal with things that mess up yin and yang by yourself. There are heaven's punishment in front of you and heaven's way in the back. It's the person behind you who got you into this situation. Wouldn't it be better to hand him over to me? ?”

Chong Jiu didn't refuse or agree, and asked, "What do you want him to do?"

Grandson Yan: "Of course I want to have my reasons. It's just a remnant soul. Don't worry, Jiuye, I will neither do anything against the way of heaven, nor will it damage your way. It is always a small matter of my own."

"Small matter?" Chong Jiu snorted coldly, "Since you know his identity, even if he is broken to pieces, you are not worthy to touch him."

Hearing this, Fang Wei touched his chin behind and nodded.

Fortunately, his little cat is not a wolf-hearted dog.

However, as soon as this thought came up, Chong Jiu continued: "Isn't the life of a god too worthless for you to talk about?"

He bent down and approached the eldest grandson, the scars at the end of his eyes were red and coquettish, and the corner of his mouth twisted into a smile that was not a smile: "If I eat him directly."

The smile on Changsun's face froze for a moment, then disappeared in a flash.

He quickly adjusted his mentality, and replied with a smile: "Master Jiu really knows how to joke, how do we eat this?"

"Since you want to make a joke, let's have a good time." Chongjiu straightened up, took out the cigarette and put it in his mouth, pinched his thumb and index finger lightly, and a small blue flame burst out immediately, lit the cigarette and disappeared no trace.

The white eyes curled up, blurring Chong Jiu's face, and the slightly narrowed eyes hid the light inside.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't say a word to Fang Wei, as if Fang Weizhen had become a bargaining chip on the negotiating table, a dead thing without self-awareness.

The smell of tobacco is the only smoke and fire that can be stained on Chongjiu's body. After staying in the bookstore for too long, soaking in the cold environment for a long time, his bones are covered with frost.

The flame at the cigarette butt was extinguished, Chongjiu took a deep breath, and said as if chatting: "I was surprised when a ghost came to the bookstore and told me that merit can be changed. After all, this kind of thing can't be done by ordinary people. It's linked to life. The black book is originally used to write the owner's life, and it is also the basis for reincarnation. Behavior and words are the pen. Every time you move it, a line of words will be left on the book. How can such content be changed? This kind of thing can't be touched casually by ordinary people. If they touch each other, maybe both of them will be out of their wits together."

"However, after seeing that woman named Xu Ping, I had some vague guesses. I guessed that some mouse had stayed in the ditch for too long, so it coaxed other people to steal for him. If it won, it would be swallowed by itself, and if it lost, there would be a scapegoat. "

"It's just that I don't want to understand. How did you come up with such a trick? You really use everything to save your life."

Chong Jiu paused when he said this, and looked down at the person in the wheelchair through the smoke.

"At first, I really didn't understand the whole story, but now it seems that the problem did appear on me. I didn't expect that the innocent souls on the battlefield were not eaten clean, and they were left crippled."

"Where were you hiding? Under which corpse? Or attached to the mouse?"

The eldest grandson stopped touching the cat, lowered his eyelids to cover all the light in his eyes, and didn't completely retract his smile, but the corners of his raised mouth were a little stiff.

Fortunately, his back was facing the window, even lightning and thunder could not illuminate his face, and even if his expression showed flaws, it would not be so easy to spot.

"Why don't you tell me in detail first, how did you come up with the idea of ​​changing your merits?" The cigarette was already half smoked, and the ash fell on the ground and shattered into tiny residues.

"Jiu Ye was joking, what can we do?" Changsun Yan started to pet the cat slowly again, he still lowered his head halfway, "I'm just an ordinary person, I can know that someone like Jiu Ye is also a blunder, today Speaking of these, firstly, I really want to help Master Jiu, and secondly, I am an ordinary person after all, and I hope my life goes smoothly, which is not too much."

A smooth life depends on the blessings accumulated over several lifetimes in exchange for it.

Chong Jiu was biting his cigarette butt, and there was a hint of dark green in the red light in his eyes, which was the original color of the eyes, exactly the same as the black cat on Changsun's lap.

"How can this be considered excessive? Human beings are inherently small creatures. Who hasn't done one or two things that are defined as 'bad' in their life, but this badness is only for other people, isn't it good for me? How did you become burdened with karma, and you have to pay the price for several lifetimes?" Changsun Ying seemed to be caught in a strange circle of thinking, no longer talking to Chongjiu, talking to himself to be the object of persuasion I became myself, "So it should be right to fight for yourself. Since the way of heaven can push God out, doesn't it mean that the existence of God is to serve people? No matter how small people are, God is also the nourishment of people... "

As soon as the word nutrient came out, there was a roaring sound all around, and the floor under his feet and the surrounding walls began to shake violently.

Chong Jiu was caught off guard by the shaking, and subconsciously wanted to pull Fang Wei out to hide in the direction of the door, but saw a black streak much faster than his movements, directly over his shoulder and went straight to Fang Wei.

The black thing was like a spear, and the sharp point was pointed at Fang Wei's chest and went straight to the heart.

At the very moment, the spell that Fang Wei had been pinching his fingertips quickly blocked his chest.

The thin yellow paper was not torn apart when encountering a sharp weapon, but resisted for a moment, giving Fang Wei a chance to dodge.

The spear brushed against Fang Wei's sleeve and flew over the nail on the wall behind him. Chong Jiu's face turned serious, and he pulled Fang Wei's wrist and threw him towards the door, shouting, "Go!"

Then the soaring yin qi rose from the whole body, Chongjiu was like an evil ghost from the nether world, everywhere he passed was hell.

Yin Qi gathered into a black long sword in his hand, and Chong Jiu took Changsun Min's throat straight, without a word of unnecessary nonsense, with the momentum to cut off his head directly.

Although Changsun Yan was sitting in a wheelchair, the wheelchair seemed to be his hands and feet at this moment, and he quickly moved aside the moment before the sword's edge touched, and a figure appeared out of thin air where he was standing.

The figure appeared suddenly, but when Chongjiu noticed it, he couldn't allow him to choose.

If he forcibly withdraws the sword, it will definitely be too late to prevent the eldest grandson from moving, but if he does not withdraw the sword according to the trend, he will kill the lifeless man in front of him.