After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

The ghost hand built the cards and handed the dice to Xie Bian and slipped away, and Fan Wujiu and Zuo Zuo also won one after another.

Everything is fine, but Zhao Meng's situation is not good. At the end of the game, he actually fired a cannon on a wooden man.

After failing at the start, Zhao Meng was dejected listening to the broadcast of the points settlement. If this continues, not to mention his brother's hind legs, he will be eliminated. This is really not a good start.

With the oral calculation book that his brother gave him in his hand, and the cane his brother snatched at his feet, Zhao Meng took a deep breath and looked at Xie Bian who was concentrating on his thoughts, cheering himself up.

Sure!

Sure enough, with the support of Xie Bian in his heart, Zhao Meng was no longer afraid of those ghostly players who were chaotic. other information.

But it's a pity that he didn't have Xie Bian's ability to count cards, and secondly, he didn't have Xie Bian's supernatural ability to guess people's hearts. Apart from seeing three wooden faces, he got nothing.

There are stupid ways of playing, he just needs to protect the cards in front of him, don't point kong or cannon, and even be extra cautious when touching.After playing seven or eight rounds, Zhao Meng still invited him at the door, but by accident, he made up seven pairs of cards and won his first victory.

Zhao Meng heard that he had won six points in the "flower card mouth", and saw Xie Bian glance at him sideways, showing some approval in his eyes, and then he had confidence in his heart, and he summoned up his morale to fight at the poker table.

Seeing that Zhao Meng had become more energetic, Xie Bian paid no attention to him. He won three rounds steadily, with 26 points in his hand, ranking second in the list. He was only three points away from No.1 Fan Wujiu. point.

Xie Bian calculated carefully, even if someone else scored 12 points in the last round, he would not be able to finish in the top four, and he began to think about how to go for a walk in the self-examination room.

He looked around while playing cards, and saw Ai Shui at a glance.

If this woman with a suspicious background was rescued by Fan Wu, what was she always doing by his side?

Ai Shui also raised his head and glanced at Xie Bian, not knowing what was going on in his mind, he smiled at Xie Bian, then raised one of Yubai's arms, and waved to the "flower card" standing at the door.

"Hua Pai" walked over with his head held high and his chest held high: "What's your order, Master Shui Shui'er?"

Ai Shui turned her wrist and shook the bell: "I want to report that this person peeked at my cards three times."

Being pointed at by Qianqianyu, Xie Bian understood what she meant.

Ai Shui is going to send him out.

The "Flower Card" really escaped from his pocket with three yellow talismans in the shape of strips. After looking at Xie Bian, he didn't dare to stick them on his forehead, and respectfully handed them to this unfriendly young man.

Xie Bian grabbed it with one hand and held it in his palm, and smiled sweetly at Ai Shui: "Thank you sister!"

He followed "Flower Card" to the door, and was about to open it, when a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Aren't you taking me?"

Xie Bian was taken aback, this unaddressed sentence was not for the purpose of stopping "Flower Card", but for him.

You have to bring a companion if you want to go to confinement for a foul?

If it was still the posture of the mighty eight people going out together yesterday, it would be giving up the winner's place to the remaining wooden people.

Can't let them go.

Without waiting for Xie Bian to speak, Fan Wujiu directly issued an order: "You stay here, don't follow."

As Lao Fan said, he pushed the door and walked to the front of Xie Bian, squinting at the "Flower Card": "Why are you standing there, don't hurry up."

The contestants asked to introspect themselves, which seemed to be against the rules, but "Flower Card" actually felt the oppressive murderous aura from the black-clothed man in front of him, as if he said no, let alone a broom Alright, this guy can take the head off his neck.

"Hua Pai" trembled, and respectfully invited Xie Bian, who was supposed to go to self-examination, to go out, and respectfully closed the door behind him.

"Why are you here?" Xie Bian asked knowingly, and Lao Fan must have followed him to stare at him.

Fan Wujiu shrugged his shoulders: "I haven't finished the story of the kid who played truant last night, I'm afraid you might be anxious to hear it."

In terms of nonsense, if Fan Wujiu takes second place, no one would dare to take first place.

"Hua Pai" led the two of them to the self-examination room, first opened a door and asked Fan Wujiu to enter, and then took Xie Bian to the next room.

Xie Bian thought of something, turned around and squeezed into Fan Wujiu's door: "Don't bother, we'll just squeeze."

He wanted to see what Fan Wujiu's room looked like.

"Flower Card" took this trip, and in just a few minutes, experienced outrageous incidents such as peers reporting each other, players volunteering and being fined, and the self-examination room being crowded. The three views of NPCs have completely collapsed.

Can you still play like this?

But he could only watch the two of them close the door, not daring to have the slightest objection.

NPCs are also afraid of being separated!

……

"I don't have a bed in this room. If you are sleepy and want to rest, you can lean against the wall and rest for a while, and I will do it."

Fan Wujiu shook off a fat ghost with a pie pattern drawn on his chest, and greeted Xie Bian while he was busy, as if he was not a player from the province, but a parent who had just picked up the child: You go to sleep first, The meal will be ready in no time.

Xie Bian looked around, there was indeed no bed in his room, not only was there no bed, the windows were broken.

Broken windows and broken walls... Xie Bian felt that the scene in front of him seemed somewhat similar.

When he was in Wuwang City, he lived in such a place.

……

When Xie Bi'an was writing at his desk by the light in the room, Fan Wujiu lay on the edge of the window and looked at the "sky light".

The never-ending fake sun in the sky is nothing to look at, but Fan Wujiu has nothing to do, he likes to stare at his hair outside the window in a daze, talking to Xie Bi'an in a daze.

"Fool, how long have we been here."

Xie Bi'an didn't raise his head: "It's been 15 years."

Every year, Xie Bi'an painted on the wall, and now there are a total of [-] plum blossoms painted on the wall, the bright red ones are paired with the twigs that Fan Wujiu splashed randomly, it is really beautiful.

"Shall I take you to play in the world tomorrow?" Fan Wujiu turned around and asked Xie Bi'an.

"Human world?" Xie Bi'an looked up in surprise, but after thinking about it, the light of expectation in his eyes quickly extinguished, "I can't get out..."

Fan Wujiu came over and squatted beside him: "Yes, I've already made inquiries. The old god is not here recently, so I'll take you to sneak out, and tomorrow is March [-]th, the day of worshiping the mountain god, the world is very lively !"

When Fan Wujiu talked about the liveliness of the world, Xie Bi'an's eyes came out eagerly. In the ideological struggle between working hard and occasionally going out for a day, he chose the latter.

"If you can go out, then go."

……

In the human world... After he arrived in Wuwang City, has he ever gone out?

Xie Bian was troubled by this unexplained memory, and suddenly a gust of wind flashed in his ears, Fan Wujiu raised his sleeves, and cut off a ghost hand that hit his heart for him.

In a flash of divine effort, Lao Fan hid himself in the black robe again, Xie Bian looked down at himself, and he also looked like a white robe.

Probably in order to respond to the scene of this dilapidated house and shack.

"Not tired, I will help you."

The police whip appeared, and the rumors became more and more severe. Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu teamed up, and within a quarter of an hour, they cleaned up all the mahjong ghosts in the house.

With Fan Wujiu's hand, the damp smell in the house was turned into black smoke and dispersed. Without the disturbance of mahjong ghosts, this place is exactly the same as the rotten house in Wuwang City.

For a moment, looking at Fan Wujiu, Xie Bian thought he was back in the past.

But here it is not the same as before.

"I remember that there are many plum blossoms here." Xie Bian touched a bare wall, trying to piece together his fragmentary memories.

Fan Wujiu was not surprised at all, he remembered: "Well, you painted it, one flower every five years, and you have been painting it for many years."

The plum blossoms all over the wall have been blooming for many years.

"In the first year, I took your pen and scribbled everywhere and got dirty, but you said that the ink stains were like twisted branches of plum blossoms, and I added a solitary plum blossom with the pen."

Scribbling, like something Fan Wujiu could do when he provoked him.

"A lot of things, I actually can't remember clearly." Xie Bian said.

He really couldn't remember clearly. For example, although he had an impression of what Lao Fan said, he could still remember it vaguely.

"Don't think about it if you don't remember clearly," Fan Wujiu put away the sickle and put it on his chest, "I'll help you remember."

I remember everything you don't remember clearly.

The thick layer of ice in Xie Bian's heart seemed to be cracked open by someone with a small hammer.

Fan Wujiu was the same as before, standing at the window and looking out: "You just need to remember that I will kill you in the end."

As soon as he said this, Xie Bian was stunned.

I can't remember that sentence, but it was actually said to Fan Wujiu on purpose.

He wanted to tell Lao Fan that he couldn't remember some things clearly, maybe he even forgot how he died.

Just fool around like this, and then continue to pretend regardless of the past.

When Xie Bian first lived in the human world, he used Wuwang City to torture himself all the time, forcing himself to remember clearly, forcing himself to be strong, and forcing himself to live.

At that time, there should have been hatred in his heart.

But from the day he stole Fan Wujiu's scythe to kill the evil imp, he didn't seem to care much about it.

But Fan Wujiu wanted to bring this up, and said it outright in front of him.

Wouldn't it be good to just smile in a daze and wipe out all grievances?

Xie Bian felt that he had understood Lao Fan's self-righteousness, but he was suddenly beaten back with a stick.

Fan Wujiu walks in the dark and has always been mysterious. Relying on a few scattered memories, how could he feel that he can peek into the heart of Mr. Wuchang?

The timekeeping equipment in each room is different. The room Xie Bian went to last time had an electronic clock, and Fan Wujiu’s room had a clock in the corner.

There was still a third of the water in the clepsydra, and they had spent half an hour here.

There is still the last quarter of an hour, and he can spend another quarter of an hour alone with Fan Wujiu.

"Tell me about the past." Xie Bian asked.

Fan Wujiu leaned his back against the window: "Okay, what do you want to know?"

Xie Bian wanted to ask where the ghost king's stars were caught, where did the plum blossoms on the wall go, and why Fan Wujiu always called him a fool, but when the words came to his lips, he felt like asking Fan Wujiu again. Rescue seemed too close.

He was determined to grab a bit of hatred from his heart to maintain his calmness, but only then did he realize that the barren field of hatred in his heart had been filled with pine trees at some point.

After a long silence, Xie Bian finally spoke: "Those people, Ai Shui, Tan Chi... are you bringing them?"

"Yes." Fan Wujiu confessed.

Xie Bian wanted to ask why again, but the water in the leak had bottomed out, and there was a knock on the door outside, "Flower Card" was reminding them that the time for introspection was over.

Fan Wujiu had already got up and walked to the door.

"Fan Wujiu."

Xie Bian called Lao Fan's name for the first time. He had asked Lao Fan the meaning of his name before, and Lao Fan said it was the literal meaning, which was hopeless.

There is no help, no cure, maybe it is himself.

"Live longer, I haven't taken revenge on you yet."

Fan Wujiu's figure froze, and he froze at the door.

Dilapidated houses and leaky sheds, old people reunite, and I don't know how many years of wind and frost have passed between them.

After a long time, Fan Wujiu replied softly to the knock on the door again.

"it is good."

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Xiao Xie actually doesn't hate Lao Fan anymore.

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