cat disease

"So it was also related to you that you died at that time." Chang Sun smiled, "You see we are all the same, it is ridiculous to want to go to the sun from a dirty background, not to mention that you have achieved the results of my hard work. "

Changsun Yan said that he was fierce in the end, wishing he could swallow Chong Jiu alive.

Reunion closed his eyes lazily, and said a word with no interest: "In the beginning, your goal was this bookstore?"

"I don't have that much ambition. I'm just here. I just want to find a place to live. I've lived here for so many years. Don't you think this is the best place that can be forgotten by time?"

Chong Jiu: "It's a pity."

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that you left a little early, and there are still many unclear."

"What's not clear?" Changsun Yan didn't understand Chongjiu's meaning, and didn't understand what he was referring to.

"I mean, you don't know much about scourge."

Lei, who was hovering in that villa, seemed to have come to the sky above the bookstore, the rumbling sound was endless, and the bright lights outside looked out through the window.

The eldest grandson was silent, and his hovering movements were much slower. Slowly, he fell to the ground and turned into a little girl.

It was the little girl who was walking forward with Chong Jiu in the corridor.

Chapter 107

◎I Chang'an◎

These days, Yu Song has become much quieter. He is no longer like the previous one ghost who has several ghosts, chirping and running non-stop every day, or even lying on the window to watch the excitement.

Yu Song sat obediently behind the counter, staring at the heavy wooden door in a daze.

The bell on the wooden door has not rang for a long time. It is not that there are no ghosts to report. Many people die in the world every day, but this door of the bookstore is very magical. Once they realize that they are dead and it is time to reincarnate, this door will appear in the place closest to them.

Therefore, countless ghosts came in through this door every day, which also caused the bronze bell to ring non-stop. At first, Yu Song thought it was too noisy, but after he got used to it, he couldn't hear it and felt that something was missing.

In the past few days, Yu Song's main work has become boiling bells.

No one came to the store as the boss said before, and the quiet wooden door followed his duties well, separating yin and yang.

It's just that after Yu Song couldn't wait for anyone or the bell to ring, he began to worry about the hydrangeas planted at the door.The summer is not over yet, the heavy rain has no intention of stopping, and the rumbling thunder makes the windows tremble. I wonder if the hydrangea will survive this summer.

With this in mind, Yu Song stayed in the front hall on time every day.

On the third day of his guarding, there was a sudden movement on the locked wooden door.

Chong Jiu had asked him not to open the door, but the door opened in front of him.

When Chongjiu took a bath and came out of the back hall, he didn't see Yu Song in front of him. He looked around and didn't see any ghosts, so he gave up. But as soon as he stepped into the front hall, a faint breath came from him lightly. The tip of the nose floated by, but disappeared again soon.

Chong Jiu looked down at the black cat who didn't know when it would come back. He was sitting at his feet looking up at him, and then gave a slender "meow".

"When did you come back?" Chong Jiu didn't feel surprised at all, held the cat in his arms, and walked to the window, where there was a chair made of bamboo and rattan.

The cat didn't seem to be alienated after losing his soul in its body. It still nestled obediently on its lap, half-closed its eyes and looked lazy.

Chong Jiu leaned back on the chair, stroking the familiar black cat, and looking at the unglamorous sun outside the window.

This was the first time I saw the sun after returning to the bookstore, but the yellow ball was mixed in the middle of the clouds, and it might be blocked at some point.

The thunder did not stop, but the rain continued.

Chong Jiu took out a pack of squashed cigarettes from his trouser pocket, dropped one into his mouth, and lit it with a click.

He took a deep breath, his face was blurred by the lingering white smoke, and he squinted his eyes to look around the deserted room.

The window of the bookstore looks like ordinary glass, but no matter how fierce the sun is, the color of the sunlight coming in will be lighter. It should be warm when it hits obliquely on the body, but he is still very cold, that kind of biting cold, more than The endless stream of ghosts every day is even colder.

Chong Jiu was still wearing the bright red coat, but the hot color took advantage of his paler skin, giving him a sickly appearance.

Since the last conversation, the grandson seems to have fallen into a deep sleep.

They didn't have a gender when they were born. As for why Chongjiu was male, in his opinion, it was probably because the most impressive figure since he was conscious was a man, so he subconsciously assigned his gender.

The eldest grandson is more complicated, he has swallowed too many merits, he may be male or female, and he is patched together, and his gender is also confused. The part he has changed now should belong to the memory of a little girl, so he looks like this. little girl.

Chong Jiu lay back on the rattan chair, biting the butt of a cigarette, the white smoke changed from thick to light, slowly rose until it disappeared, like a person's short life.

This is time. Chong Jiu's only hobby is actually just to feel time.

The sunlight projected on the body was finally blocked by the dark clouds, the rumbling sound resumed, and the rain that had just stopped was about to fall again.

The hydrangeas outside the house by the window are no longer as full as before. Some of the fallen petals have stuck to the window, and some have fallen into the soil.

Amid the rumbling thunder, Chong Jiu's eyelids gradually drooped.

The white smoke was still misty, and Chong Jiu just fell asleep with the smoke in his mouth.

When the first drop of rain hit the window, Chong Jiu woke up suddenly, the sound of bean-sized raindrops hitting the glass became louder and louder, and the rain became heavier in an instant.

The black cat stretched out on Chong Jiu's legs, scratched Chong Jiu's arm with its paws, and jumped off him with its tail wagging.

Chong Jiu squinted his eyes to watch this scene, and he was a little confused when he was in a trance.

It wasn't until he felt a burning sensation around his mouth that he suddenly recovered and spit out the burnt cigarette butt.

The drowsiness struck again, and seeing that he was about to fall asleep again, the bell at the door, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly began to shake violently, and the wooden door was pushed open from the outside.

Chong Jiu didn't get up and didn't look back, but the eyes that had been blurred just now were clear now, with a dark green light shining.

A purple bolt of lightning slid down the window, illuminating the entire room.

Chongjiu's mood, which had not been ups and downs these days, suddenly became a little nervous, his heart was beating violently, and his hands, which were hidden under his clothes on the wicker chair, trembled unconsciously.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why these daily punishments had not come to an end. He knew that the things he was thinking about had finally come to an end, but it was also accompanied by some regrets.

"Do you feel sad?" The eldest grandson, who had been quiet for a long time, raised his head, as if staring at Chongjiu's soul.At this moment, he, or she, is already very calm.

After the incident that day, Fang Wei returned to the Longan Imperial Garden with Taixu, while Yan Zijin turned into a famous painting after stepping on the street, twisting his body as if being sucked away by something, and finally disappeared Under the streetlight.

Fang Wei watched helplessly as the leader disappeared in front of him, dragging along the petrified Tai Xu.

Taixu received unknown stimulation along the way, and after walking a few meters behind Fang Wei, he belatedly asked, "Am I dreaming?"

After receiving Fang Wei's eyes like an idiot, he finally couldn't hold back his eyes and fainted.

Fang Wei stood by the side of the street, looked at the dead body of Tai Xu, and hesitated for two seconds between throwing him away and letting him die on his own, or whether to carry a burden and walk several kilometers.

Watching the rain turn Tai Xu's face into porcelain white, he finally pulled out a passerby and called the police on his mobile phone.

After returning to the villa, there was no one in sight, it seemed that Yan Zijin was not here.

Yan Zijin disappeared too quickly before, Fang Wei didn't get more information from Yan Zijin, and the useless leader disappeared.

No one came back from the villa that night, and Taixu was taken away by the police and did not know where to send it. In short, the night was very quiet, but only on the surface.

It seems that the ban he gave Chong Jiu was not as simple as imagined.

Fang Wei was too hasty when he left at the beginning, and the smell of the books in question was exactly the same as that of Chongjiu, even if he believed in his cat, he had to be careful in this situation, and God's punishment was this kind of mind.

God's punishment is only used to restrain Chongjiu's individual overly aggressive actions. After Chongjiu assumes the role of gatekeeper, it will not cause substantial harm, but now it seems that it is not that simple.

Fang was still thinking about it when he came out of the shower. He couldn't find a clue, let alone a solution, so he was not in a hurry to go to the bookstore to find out the situation.

He has always planned before acting.

Early the next morning, I still didn't hear any movement. When I left the room, I found that the only one who came back was sitting on the sofa in the living room in a daze.

Fang Wei brushed his hair and went over, looked at the man and couldn't help laughing: "You're back? Just came back?"

Tai Xuzheng was dazed, his neck turned sideways stiffly, his eyes were still unfocused after seeing Fang Wei, he just nodded lightly, then turned his head slowly, as if he was stupid.

Fang Wei shrugged, he didn't have the slightest psychological burden about leaving the child behind, instead he wandered to the kitchen and poured a glass of water.

Before the glass of water could be drunk, the child said in a hoarse voice, "You are still as heartless as ever."

It didn't sound like it should come out of Tai Xu's mouth.

Fang Wei turned around holding the cup in surprise, took a sip while walking, sat next to Tai Xu, and looked at Tai Xu strangely.

Seeing that Tai Xu's originally dull expression seemed to be cracked, he smiled at Fang Wei with an exaggerated expression.

Fang Wei's cup was almost empty, the water splashed onto his pants, and then he pointed at Tai Xu in shock: "Are you afraid that you are possessed?!"

"Possession? Possession of what?" Tai Xu's smile remained undiminished, and the lines at the corners of his mouth were getting bigger and bigger, almost reaching below his ears.

Fang Wei: "Stop, stop, stop laughing, this kid is about to fall apart from your laughter."

Only then did Tai Xu slowly withdraw his smile, but the curved eyes and mouth still revealed his current happy mood.

Fang Wei was so thirsty that he drooled in shock, then put the cup on the table, fearing that he would shake his hands unsteadily, he pondered for a moment and said, "Is it okay for you to just run out like this? Why did you come all the way here? Find me to talk about old times."

"Tai Xu" laughed twice, and echoed Fang Wei's words: "How do you know that I'm not looking for you to catch up with the past, I haven't seen you for so many years, I miss tea and food."

Fang Wei raised his forehead, now thinking about that black shadow in that endless corridor back then, he should have thought, how could this child be an ordinary person.

"You really are." Fang Wei patted his forehead and smiled, "Are you really okay after running out for so long?"

"I'm fine, but I think it's a big deal for you."

"Qin Huai?"

"Ok?"

"It's okay, I just made sure."

"Tai Xu" was Tan Huai who raised his eyelids, looked at Fang Wei with a half-smile, and then looked at the half-drinked water on the table, seeming very interested.

Fang didn't cover his eyes, leaned on the sofa and didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he took off his arm, looked at Tan Huai and said, "What's the big deal about me?"

Before Fang didn't notice, Tan Huai was pulling the water glass in front of him. Seeing that he was about to succeed, he was caught straight. Half a cup of water.

In fact, it is nonsense to say that the ferryman cannot come out from the door in the back hall of the bookstore. Among the rumors about gods, one out of ten rumors is true, which is very good.

But because of Tan Huai's special status, he really can't come out of that door often. Although he can conjure up countless shadows, it's still inappropriate for him to hang around outside for a long time.

But if it's not Tan Huai's body shaking outside——

"Taixu is your shadow?" Fang Wei asked.

Although it is a question, in fact, I already have the answer in my heart.

Tan Huai smiled, and put the table back on the table with a "click".

He didn't answer this question, but tapped the rim of the water glass with his finger and said, "I originally wanted to catch up with you, but I don't have much time. If I really want to catch up with you, if I go all out with me, I won't be able to beat it."

"If you want to try it, I don't mind." Fang Wei leaned on his chin and looked at Tan Huai with a half-smile.

Tan Huai didn't seem to hear the threat in the words, and after a long "hmm", he scanned the room, pretending to be closed.

Fang Wei stroked his chin leisurely, waiting to see how long Tan Huai could sing.

Although Tan Huai was looking at other places, he kept paying attention to Fang Wei from the corner of his eyes, and now he had seen enough, sighed and laughed: "You are really boring."

After finishing speaking, he stared at Fang Wei for two seconds and continued: "But I guess you know the whole story and you are not as calm as you are now."

Fang Wei raised his head at Tan Huai to signal him to speak quickly.

Tan Huai has become friends with Fang Weilao, and they have known each other since the beginning of life, and they know what it means when they look at each other.

In view of the limited time for Tan Huai to hang out outside, in order not to cause any trouble in Huangquan, he can only let Fang Wei go on this point, but another thing...

"It starts with the chaos in the bookstore, and someone left the mess to a cat." Tan Huai said softly, with the posture of a storyteller.

Fang Wei flicked his fingers, and a cloud of gray mist flew in front of Tan Huai, and slapped the corner of his mouth lightly: "If you keep talking, go back."

Tan Huai's smile remained unabated, he seemed to have only this expression on his face all the time, no matter how others treated him, he could always greet him with a smile.

But Tan Huai also knew that since then, he started talking slowly, guessing that the day lily would be cold after he finished talking, and he was just trying to provoke Fang Wei on purpose.

After being knocked a bit, Tan Huai finally became obedient, and looked at Fang Wei squarely: "You didn't feel anything strange about yourself? Or why the soul was scattered, but it still came back?"

Fang Wei frowned, he thought it was Heaven who asked him to come back to clean up the mess, as for how he came back... I don't know.

Seeing this smile gradually deepened, Tan Huai said word by word, "Because...the bookstore is still yours."

"The seal of God is still on you."

A black cat came out from nowhere and rubbed against Fang Wei's trousers.

In the following days, Fang Wei was trying to find a way to clean up the mess he left behind, but neither Tan Huai nor Yan Zijin's room full of weird books were useless.

At first, Tan Huai didn't believe what he said, because when he left, he put the seal on the bell at the door, and when the cat came back, it would directly sink into his forehead.

He can guarantee that the divine seal he left will not be stolen, and he is very familiar with Chongjiu's character. It only takes a few days to run away from home, and he will come back sooner or later.

It's a pity that he can't wait at the door.

Although he suspected Chongjiu at the beginning, he was still a cat that he kept by his side, so he rarely moved his heart of compassion, so he didn't leave a killing move. At most, he added the Tao name "Heavenly Scourge" to the seal of God. The shackles of the cat belonged to the behavior of this wild cat.

Cat……

By the way, what did those people say before?Chongjiu peeled off his own skin to feed his soul.

So God Seal...

It's hard to think about it further down, I dare not think, if this is the case, the god seal has not been imprinted on Chong Jiu's soul, or... He left a strand of his soul in the cat's body and the rest of Shi Yi The purpose of accompanying the soul is to return the seal of God.

Is this the way to get him back?

The god of shit asked him to come back to clean up the mess, and it was Chong Jiu who called him back from the beginning to the end!

So Chong Jiu used the surging yin energy in his body to pinch out his current body, supported by two strands of soul until now, consuming his life at the junction of yin and yang.

No wonder he was willing to let the cat out as bait. Fang Wei thought that Chongjiu wanted to use his own soul to lure the eldest grandson. The air is also getting thinner.

So he wanted to use himself as a bait, let that wisp of soul fuse with Changsun Xing briefly, suck him into his body, and then use the last scourge to end himself and Changsun Xing.

Naturally, there is no way to kill the eldest grandson, but if the eldest grandson is incorporated into his body, the two lives will be connected, and the karma of the eldest grandson is Chongjiu's karma, and these karmic obstacles are the confinement that was not left to Chongjiu at the beginning.

After committing so many crimes that deprive the merits of living people, how terrifying will this divine punishment be?

The yin energy on Chongjiu's body was so thin that he needed to cut his hair to replenish it, how could he resist it?

So, this TM has come to a dead end!

Fang Wei was a little crazy, he had never been this crazy before.

Yan Zijin came back after a few days.

When he came back, his dark circles were comparable to that of a panda, his spirits were listless, and he looked like he was about to ascend to heaven.

When I went upstairs, I left a sentence, "I thought my unlucky death in this life was eaten by others."

After speaking, he propped his hands on the handrail of the stairs and climbed up the stairs step by step.

However, Yan Zi didn't even have time to take a shower, and was just about to climb into bed and sleep in the dark when the quilt was lifted.

"Let me sleep for a while, my god, I'm dying!" Yan Zijin struggled weakly, with red eyes and big eyes, as if he was crying on the spot before returning the quilt to him.

If Fang Wei could soften his heart when he saw tears, the world would have been in chaos thousands of years earlier.

So he ruthlessly threw the quilt on the ground, dragged Yan Zijin up, and asked, "What is Chongjiu's scourge like?"

"Are you asking me?" Yan Zijin was a little mad, "You asked me what you left behind? How would I know."

Fang Wei: "What I left behind is equivalent to an alarm clock. At best, it's a reminder. Why did the scourge I saw last time make him weak?"

"Weakness is nothing." Yan Zijin was a bit shattered, "You will be punished that day for minor illnesses, serious illnesses and weakness, and you will burn for a whole day, and severe ones will be struck by lightning. Have you watched TV? It's like being struck by lightning after a goblin commits crimes." Lightning."

Then Fang Wei seemed to be struck by lightning, and he knew what the problem was.

God damn it!This is revenge for him passing the priesthood to an unknown elf without saying hello, instead of giving birth to a new god in the world.

Fang Wei didn't care about Yan Zijin who had already sat up, and slammed the door out, leaving a dazed Yan Zijin staring at the re-closed door and scratching his hair, then picked up the quilt, looked at the bed, looked I decided to take a shower myself.

I don't know what the weather is like these days, maybe there is a catastrophe from a god?There was no end to heavy thunder and rain.

Yan Zijin took off his clothes while walking, walked to the door of the bathroom, and just put his hand on the door, he suddenly realized, Dalei? ?

Depend on!No way!

This time the drowsiness was completely gone. He didn't care about the stickiness on his body, so he took the clean clothes he had prepared and put them on directly. At least now it seems that the leather is clean, let's let the lining follow suit.

It's just that his movements were still a step slow. When he left the villa, the outside was already empty. There was not even a shadow of the sports car he had just brought back, and he could faintly hear the roar of the engine.

This... don't speed...

Before Fang arrived at the bookstore, it had already started to rain outside, and the big raindrops hit the hydrangea cluster at the door. Both the leaves and the flowers trembled in the heavy rain, looking unbearably heavy, and like Then complained to the previous owner, no one built a shed for them to cover them in such a heavy rain.

Fang Wei stood at the door of the bookstore, looking at the wooden door that had not changed much, he knew that there was a bell inside, and whenever it touched the wooden door, it would shake non-stop.

Thinking of this, he recalled the first time he went to the bookstore when he just came back, when the door opened on Chongjiu, it seemed... the bell didn't ring.

Many things that had been seen before began to fall into place.

No wonder Chongjiu's face is pale and his body has no temperature all year round; no wonder the wounds on his body will heal soon; no wonder he raises a cat that is exactly like himself; no wonder he has the leisure to follow the organization to each scene after the cat is lost...

Because the purpose of Chongjiu is the eldest grandson, and those souls whose merits have been stolen by the elder grandson are like monitors. When the soul has not been absorbed, what the main soul has seen and heard will also be reflected there. The thread exists on the soul in Changsun's hand.

So Chong Jiu did it on purpose.

Fang Wei stood at the door from day to night, the night was quiet and the heavy rain had just stopped.

He put the black cat hidden in his arms on the ground, and then the cat skillfully pushed open the wooden door and got in, exactly the same as Chongjiu went out for a stroll and entered the house every time thousands of years ago.

Fang Wei didn't go in, and he still didn't think of a solution.

As long as he pushes the door open now, he will become the owner of the bookstore again when the divine seal returns, and what about Chong Jiu who has committed karma?

Not long after the cat entered, the wooden door opened again, and the ghost they saw at Xu Ping's place floated out, stood in front of Fang Wei, bowed and said, "Do you have anything to do with the boss?"

Fang Wei stared at Yu Song, then smiled wryly: "What should I do, I still can't find a solution."

Yu Song, who was respectful just a second ago, flashed his eyes, and that familiar smile reappeared, it was Tan Huai's usual smile: "You always recognize me the first time."

"I'm not in the mood to joke with you right now."

"Of course I know."

"Then what do you think about it?" Fang Wei was a little discouraged.

Tan Huai's identity is more sensitive than that of a bookstore janitor. The ferryman only shows wandering souls and cannot interfere with the human world at any time, so Fang Wei's question is like asking for nothing.

Fang Wei also just said a word with emotion, he didn't want to get an answer from Tan Huai, and he didn't want to look away from the window when he heard Tan Huai say four words in a low voice.

"Break and then stand."

Fang Wei turned his head suddenly, and saw Tan Huai's figure gradually fade away, and said with a smile: "Oops, I've talked too much, I can only take back this strand of soul first."

"How many pairs of eyes do you have in this world?" Fang Wei was a little displeased, this was already the second one beside them.

"This..." Tan Huai's smile deepened, "The secret must not be revealed."

I really didn't learn anything good in this world, where's the secret?Fang Wei sneered, but it was boring to stay in Huangquan and wanted to see the excitement outside.

Tan Huai did not move after leaving, but stood at the door of the bookstore staring at the familiar door.

The rain did not fall again, but the rolling thunder did not mean to stop.

Fang didn't hear two people passing by, complaining about the horrible weather, maybe some heartbreaker swore again.

He couldn't help laughing out loud, which made the two of them think that they had encountered a mental illness, so they quickly ran to the side of the road, stopped a taxi, and evacuated quickly.

No one else appeared in the alley that night, and Fang Wei stared at the hydrangea all night in the silent night.

He didn't move his stiff body until dawn, when the dark clouds above his head stretched slightly, and the tiny sunlight shone through the gap.

That's right, break and then build, why didn't he think about such a simple question.

Fang Wei stretched, and flicked the hydrangea closest to him.

Not long after, Fang Wei vaguely heard a sound in the bookstore, it was the sound of walking.

He knew the man in the store got up.

Even though the soul with the figure was still in the cat's body, Fang Wei could still feel every move in the bookstore.

The sun sticking out his head only shone for a while before disappearing again, as if deliberately hiding from the people in the house.

It's stingy, and I don't want to share any warmth.

At this moment, Fang Wei was not angry with the sun, he thought, maybe in these days when he was not around, everything would bully the cat he once pampered.

The thunder broke out again, and the rain hitting the glass was especially noisy. Fang Wei finally stepped forward and pushed the door open.

Thousands of years of time seem to be pushed away without a trace at this moment. The bookstore is still the same as it used to be. Every time it encounters heavy rain, it will build a shed for the hydrangea at the door, and then push the door into the house covered in moisture. , Call out: "Chongjiu?"

The dazzling light illuminated the entire bookstore, and the thunder exploded. There was no wall or glass, and a huge sound rang in the ears, and the bell at the door kept shaking in response.

Fang Wei's hand was still pressing on the wooden door, and he didn't realize that his fingers that were still dripping with water were trembling constantly.

Even though he knew that he would definitely have to go through these things, and he couldn't escape no matter what, his heart still hurts so much now, as if the thunder didn't land in front of him, but hit his heart with precision every time.

The thunder continued for a long time, but the normally dimly lit bookstore was dazzlingly bright at this moment.Fang Wei opened his eyes wide and wanted to search hard, but his eye sockets were sore, but he didn't see the shadow he was looking for, and there was only a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him.

The thunder rolled for nearly half an hour before it gradually calmed down. That half hour was the weight of life, and it was also the unquenched anger of the souls who had nowhere to redress their grievances for so many years. It should have been suffered by the eldest grandson alone, but now there are more people Bear with him.

Perhaps Chongjiu knew that if he hadn't brought his eldest grandson here, the series of things that followed would not have happened.That's why he felt that he deserved these things, so he swallowed his eldest grandson with peace of mind, and waited for someone to end his long life in this bookstore.

This is Chongjiu's choice, maybe he also wants to take one last look at that person at the end of his life, the person who has been thinking about him for thousands of years, and take another look at him as a person who has redeemed himself.

Fang Wei was drenched all over, and the water droplets on his face gathered along his cheeks to his chin, which was hot.

It must be rain, and the rain is actually hot.

The gradually weakening thunder fell for more than ten minutes before dissipating slowly. Fang Wei turned around and closed the door gently, as if afraid of waking someone up. His movements were very light, and even the bell on the door was silent at this time.

The moment the door closed, amidst the slight thunder, it seemed that someone was talking suddenly.

The voice was very soft, with a smile, as if he was afraid that he would not hear it, and he was afraid that he would not hear it.

Fang Wei's hands resting on the door trembled uncontrollably, leaning his head on the door, listening to the extremely short sentence slowly finished.

At the same time as the last word fell, the thunder stopped.

Fang Wei didn't turn around, he closed his eyes against the door, and said softly, "Good night."

After a heavy rain, it finally cleared up on Sunday, but the sudden rain in the past few days caused some problems in the city's drainage system. Many streets were flooded, especially the main roads, so there were not many people in the bustling commercial streets. After all, not everyone lives nearby, and few people are willing to walk several kilometers to go shopping.

So this desertion lasted for four or five days before it got better, and the alley next to the mall began to have a lot of cars that couldn't find a place.

The thunder that fell in the bookstore a few days ago did not alarm anyone in the outside world. God is very partial in this regard, whoever owns it, and the rest will not touch the rest.

So the black cat lying next to the rattan chair at that time was able to sleep peacefully on the counter, expressing heartless to the fullest. After Fang Wei knew this, he really didn't want to admit that it was actually his soul.

The wild wild flowers at the entrance of the bookstore used to be the tallest and the oldest. Many buds were pressed underneath and could not be exposed to the sun, so they were small and ugly. Now someone has finally taken care of them so they can see the sun, and they are trying their best to show them off posture.

The bell on the door of the bookstore started to shake day and night again, and it seems to be in a good mood recently, shaking it vigorously seems to tell someone, "Look at my hard work, do you want to be lucky with me too?"

It's just that the mood of these little things is still wrong. The new owner of the bookstore doesn't care about which of them is beautiful and which is loud, and they don't see their shadows several times a day.

Except for two days ago when I came out to cut flower branches and cultivate soil, there was no front hall again, and when I was cutting flower branches that day, because I was absent-minded, I cut off the most blooming one with flowers, and I didn't even leave a chance to insert a vase. .

After that, the new shopkeeper disappeared, and he never showed up after returning to the back hall with a huge hydrangea.

The bell on the door said: Maybe the shop owner is too unfamiliar with the flower-cutting technique, so he is ashamed to meet people, and he is working hard in the back hall to become a flower-picking master in Japan.

After Chongjiu's accident that day, Fang Wei leaned against the door for a while before regaining consciousness, but after turning around, his heart still throbbed when he looked at the empty wicker chair that was still shaking.

Fortunately, he put the cat back first, and fortunately there was a cat.

The situation in Chongjiu is different from that at the beginning.

At the beginning, it was to fill in the vacancies of merits and virtues. For the sake of balance, it was a bit like "heaven-replenishing stones". The outdated soul fragments were guided by a ray of soul from the cat's body, allowing the other two souls to reunite.

But Chongjiu is purely because of punishment, so the broken souls will not be scattered, but it is much easier to collect than in the past, not to mention there is Tan Huai, a ferryman who specializes in ferrying souls.

The most important thing is that the moment before Fang Wei opened the door and entered that day, he re-slapped the god seal on the wisp of soul in the cat's body on Chong Jiu.

So Chong Jiu is still the gatekeeper.

Tan Huai used Tai Xu's body to put in a lot of effort and melted Fang Wei's flesh and blood to reunite Chong Jiu's three souls, but after gathering Chong Jiu still looked the same, even the corners of his eyes Scars are all there, but there is no trace of life on the body, the skin is pale, and the whole body is cold.

"That's it." Tan Huai sat on the ground completely detached, "This guy is not meddling with yin and yang, after all, he is an evil spirit... What do you think, am I right? Life-saving, he actually helped the evil spirit. "

Tan Huai stood up muttering, supported the wall for a while, and then said: "You have to make up for this kid later."

"It should be your compensation." Fang Wei adjusted his posture for Chongjiu without raising his head, and covered him with a quilt. "The admission notice back then was not written by Yan Zijin."

Tan Huai paused when he left, and then ran away in a hurry.

Chongjiu woke up on the seventh day. When he opened his eyes and looked at the empty ceiling above, his mind was still a little confused, and he couldn't figure out whether what happened earlier was a dream or a fantasy. After all, if he had followed the previous plan, he should have died , The way to die in a frenzy.

But now he is lying on the bed well.

He lay on the bed with limbs stiff like this for a quarter of an hour, until he heard the sound of the door opening, he turned his neck to look over, and a fiery red figure appeared in front of him.

Chongjiu had seen this kind of scene countless times in the bookstore, and it was in his imagination after he took over the bookstore.

I guess this is also a conjecture.

Chong Jiu closed his eyes, he didn't want to be swayed by this emotion anymore, even if he used it, he wanted to be more intimate and touch the unattainable dream.

But now, what is he?Damn, to die, or wait to die?

Chongjiu's mind was a little confused, and he couldn't even tell which things happened first and which happened later. Was it the prediction of the future in his dream when he saw Lei fall on his body?

At this time, he didn't want to see him, even if he imagined it, he was afraid that the feeling of wanting but not being able to but having to give up when he was dying would drive him crazy.

Feeling the heat source getting closer and closer around him, Chongjiu felt the breath on his face, until the softness touched his lips, he thought it was just his fantasy, and scolded himself countless times in his heart.

Chong Jiu didn't suddenly feel something was wrong until he heard a chuckle from above his head.

He quickly opened his eyes, and saw that Fang Wei's beautiful eyes were bending into a beautiful arc, looking at him with a smile.

"Why, haven't you slept enough after sleeping for so many days? Are you going to sleep for a few more days?"

"I..." Chongjiu realized that his voice was hoarse when he opened his mouth, and he refused to say any more ugly words just out of his mouth.

Fang Wei leaned over and trapped Chong Jiu between himself and the window, looking at these beautiful eyes, he couldn't understand why this cat was so stupid.

"Do you know that if you don't support me, you won't die even if you eat the eldest grandson, at most you will be injured for a few days and rest for a while."

Chong Jiu pursed his lips and remained silent.