Overhead currents are heavenly masters

Lixia, at nine o'clock in the evening, the high temperature soared to [-] degrees during the day, and subsided slightly after nightfall.

Financial Street, Xicheng District, the imperial capital, every inch of land is expensive.

Under the blue and silent twilight, brightly lit skyscrapers pierced into the sky.They look down upon this never-sleeping land proudly and condescendingly.

Here is the pronoun of prosperity, extravagance, expensive and magic.

Especially when a certain OL, who has worked hard all day and is still radiant, steps on stiletto heels that are at least ten centimeters, and walks over him easily.Qin Yue couldn't help laughing, and sighed one and one times from the bottom of her heart.

amazing!God knows how!

Lowering his head, his index finger was hooking an empty dark green supermarket gift bag. On his feet were a pair of old sneakers that had been degummed. down, continue to fulfill its mission.

Just looking at his attire, he is clearly distinguished from the social elites on the financial street.

Fortunately, people in Financial Street believe in the iron law that "time is money, time is everything, and time must be wasted on productive things".Most people don't have the leisure and elegance to pay attention to a passer-by who passes by.

Even if there are very few outstanding people with keen observation ability, at most they just curl their lips and keep away from him indifferently, so as not to be contaminated with the dullness and shabbyness of ordinary people.

The middle-aged man made strides, and in the blink of an eye he was already five or six steps away.Qin Yue stared at his figure, tightened the corners of her lips forbearance, and finally couldn't help shouting: "Sir! The gentleman in the light blue shirt in front!"

The man took two steps forward out of inertia and stopped hesitantly.

He should be only about 40 years old, but his face is haggard and his temples are completely white.With slightly dilated eyelids, he looked him up and down, as if to confirm whether the two knew each other.

"Excuse me...has anyone in your family passed away recently?"

The man's facial features froze.His voice was hoarse and low, with weak anger, "I'm busy! I don't have time to deal with pyramid schemes, begging, leaflets and pranks! If you want to scam money from me..."

He took out his wallet from his jacket pocket, pulled out a few five hundred bills, and threw them into Qin Yue's arms, "Here, take it! I only have so much on me!"

"No, that, actually..."

"Enough! Stop following me!!"

The muscles in the man's cheeks twitched wildly and bounced a few times, then he turned his head and left, walking fast as if he was worried about being infected with some terrible plague.

"But..." But what?

In most cases, when the other party reacts so strongly, it means that there is nothing he can do.

Qin Yue frowned and watched him disappear at the next street corner, the man's slightly crooked and slumped figure was covered with a layer of blood-colored tulle.

The woman in a red evening dress has black hair like seaweed drifting in the sea, covering most of her face.She was barefoot and followed every step, leaving a string of wet footprints behind her that only Qin Yue could see.

He was fascinated until a dry old hand penetrated the ground and grabbed the hem of his trousers.

"Help me..." The white-browed old man poked out his flattened transparent body from the cracks in the floor tiles, "You are 'that' monk, right? I heard from the new ghosts passing by that you can't go east here. One mile, a new monk moved into a small building."

Hearing this, Qin Yue began to murmur in his heart.It's been less than a week since he moved here, who is the one who spread the word, ah, no, everyone knows about "ghosts"?

Unable to wait for his response, the old man hastily threw his body to the ground, kowtowed and said: "I don't know how many Jiazi I have passed away, and I used to be free to come and go. Until more than 100 years ago when there was a big construction here, those masters found some warlocks from nowhere, called Dispel , It's really a prison. Please help me, sir." He opened his robe, and a red cinnabar charm was engraved on his ankle.

As a part-time employee with half a bucket of water, I really can't afford such a big gift and trust.Qin Yue stretched out her hand to help her, "Get up first. I'm not a monk, I'm just a part-time job."

"Part-time, part-time job?" Soul chewed the word strangely, and began to look around at the street scene.Ever since he was imprisoned under the green bricks, he couldn't walk ten steps in all directions, so he felt sorry for himself and rarely showed up to wander around.

What we see and hear today is very different from what it was a hundred years ago.

This young monk really looks good, but he is dressed in a weird way, with his hair shattered like a bird's nest, and his trousers and clothes are full of holes. I'm afraid he is not a penance!

The old man pinched his goatee, thinking he had figured out the joints, and looked at the young man with more admiration and respect.

Although he felt that the other party's eyes were a bit too respectful, Qin Yue didn't know that he had misunderstood.

Condensing a bit of spiritual energy to touch the talisman, he felt a slight tingling pain from his fingertips.The warlocks back then were not ostentatious, even after so many years, the spells were still so overbearing.

"This old man was so kind and charitable that he didn't even dare to step on an ant to death. If he hadn't been robbed of the gold and silver in the tomb and destroyed the coffin by that vicious thief, he wouldn't have become a lonely ghost." after death.

"Well, the color of your soul is clear and clear, and you have never done any evil." If it is really an evil spirit, it will be wiped out as soon as the spell is added to the body.

While comforting him, he carefully investigated the details of the spell.

Going down, going down, deeper, among those complicated patterns, a scrawled "Xiao" character and a group of fairy leaf patterns can be faintly seen.

Doesn't this handwriting, this flamboyant technique coincide with the record in the "Fuqiu Xiao's Handbook" left by grandpa?

The flood rushed to the Dragon King Temple.He couldn't help but smiled awkwardly, and sighed: "The reincarnation of heaven."

Brushing it casually over the key point, the spell lines between the fingers shattered and dissipated in a wisp of green smoke.

Qin Yue raised his hand, and once again lightly attacked the old man between his eyebrows.

"Ben Gong, wait a minute!" The old man saluted, remained still, and looked at him with calm eyes.

Qin Yue stopped suddenly, "You... don't want to be saved?"

Because of obsession or other reasons, there are many lonely ghosts wandering in the world.But time passed, blood relatives passed away one after another, and in the end those who were willing to stay were very few.After a few years, the number of encounters is no more than one hand.

"Yes."

"Good. Free society, free choice."

The old man didn't understand what he said, but seeing Qin Yue's gentle face, he knew that he would not be forcibly rescued, so he bowed again, "Thank you for your kindness. It's just..."

He thought for a while, then pinched his goatee worriedly and asked, "I don't know if there will be black and white impermanence to arrest someone?"

Qin Yue said with a smile: "After you passed away, have you ever seen black and white impermanence?"

The old man hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

"That's right. You can feel at ease." How can there be fictional things in Zhiguai novels?

Not far away, the little girl with braids pulled her mother's hand timidly, "Mom, what is that uncle doing? Why are you talking into the air?"

The child's words are unscrupulous, and his voice is really loud.

Qin Yue: "..." It's broken.He forgot that this is a pedestrian street with a lot of traffic.

The girl's mother: "..."

She smiled, covered her daughter's mouth, stared warily at the young man who had been talking for a while, and led her daughter around quickly.

The girl turned around in three steps in confusion, "Mom?"

"Jiajia, baby, listen to mom. You must avoid such a strange uncle in the future, do you hear me?"

"Why?"

"...This kind of person generally has mental problems."

"Mom, what does it mean to have a mental problem?"

"that is……"

The fragmentary conversation was sent back by Night Breeze.

Qin Yue again: "..." Fortunately, it wasn't decades ago, otherwise his ending tonight would be a mental hospital.

Before he had time to recover mentally, the electronic watch rang surprisingly, which scared the old man down to the ground.

"This... what is this?"

"Don't be afraid, it's just an alarm clock." He nodded at him, "See you later, grandpa."

Unknowingly delayed for so long?

His [-]% off pork belly!Bean sprouts are limited to his dime!His Jiu Mao Jiu special tomato!

Throwing down a word in a hurry, the calm young monk suddenly started to run wildly, and the old man looked around in a daze.

"Engong is in a hurry, there must be something important to deal with. After someone finds out the residence of Engong, it will not be too late to come to thank you." He said to himself, penetrating the body of a passerby inadvertently.

The man just felt a slight nausea and dizziness, stood there for two seconds, and continued to walk forward.

The old man shook his robe, walked slowly to the intersection of traffic lights with his hands behind his back, and stared at the busy traffic for a long time with great interest.

Half an hour later, a delivery motorcycle in a hurry ran through a red light and ran into a large transport truck traveling at night.Before the rider could utter a scream, he was caught and crushed by the huge wheels.

In a panic, the driver of the truck stepped on the accelerator and mistakenly stepped on the brake, and then crashed into a red Bugatti Veyron that was stopped at a red light.The huge force caused the entire cab of the cool sports car to sag, and the entire car backed up against the front cover of the next car.

It's almost a chain effect, the vehicle seems to be penetrated by an invisible rope, and it becomes a string of rice dumplings.

The well-ordered intersection just now was soon filled with screams of all kinds.Not long after, an ambulance came roaring with sirens.

"The current world is really terrible." The old man muttered to himself, and went to the "red armored beast" that had been deformed badly.

Inside, a man covered in blood sat on his back. He was stuck on the seat, and he opened his eyes weakly and laboriously, and just happened to meet his eyes.

"..."

"..."

The man's brows were suddenly furrowed fiercely.After that, he tilted his head and passed out.

The old man took a step back and patted his chest.

Scared, almost thought he could see him!

The author has something to say:

This is not a horror story, no!The theme of this story is love and peace (serious face).

Parallel space, overhead, overhead, private setting, no KY.The largest currency in this world is five hundred.

In the process of saving the manuscript, it will be updated every other day.