[comprehensive] superior skills

After returning to Jiajia Building, Song Ci took the wooden box that had lost its owner to the Lingling Hall cleaning company downstairs.

There are many well-known magic sticks in Hong Kong, but she only knows this one as a genuine exorcist, and she can only pin the ritual ceremony of the mother and child and the hope of the little ghost's rebirth on Ma Xiaoling.

Perhaps it was because Song Ci once helped bring a big client. When Ma Xiaoling came to the door again, Ma Xiaoling's attitude was much more enthusiastic, "Come in and sit down. I'll make you some tea."

"No need, sister Xiaoling, I have something to ask for your help."

Song Ci took out the ghost baby in front of her, "Can you reincarnate this little ghost?"

"Where did you get this thing?" Ma Xiaoling's face was a little dignified, "Could it be that you fed it with blood yourself?"

"No, I only met him by chance."

Anyway, Ma Xiaoling was asked to do something, so Song Ci told about Akun and Ajie, and how he found the ghost baby in the Tang family.

"You are so courageous, you dare to make deals with ghosts. The most outrageous thing is that you actually help ghosts to harm people?!"

Knowing the ins and outs of the matter, Ma Xiaoling said in a stern tone: "Which country are you from? If those two ghosts are entangled with hostility and confused your mind, all of you will die on the mountain!"

Song Ci stepped forward and shook her arm and smirked twice, "Hey, isn't it all right? Akun and Ajie are not bad people either. They just can't reincarnate because their wishes are not fulfilled. Please help them!"

Although she didn't meet many people these days, she knew that Ma Xiaoling was not as mean as she appeared on the surface, and she could only take advantage of her young age to please her if she wanted more from others.

"You, you know how to use your little skills to succeed." Ma Xiaoling was also quite helpless with the new neighbors who moved in.

Although this little girl seems to have a little more self-protection ability than ordinary people, but as the No. 40th generation descendant of the exorcist dragon clan Ma family, she dare not be arrogant when facing those evil things. A child of Taoism dares to act recklessly according to his preferences.

Especially recently, she also learned an even more shocking news from Kuang Tianyou. This child with a strange life experience can not only make food that can make zombies feel full, but also wants to exchange blood with zombies to make a deal!

If he hadn't strictly ordered Kuang Tianyou not to spread the news, the world would have been in chaos by this time.

Ma Xiaoling looked at Huang Jiamin's little hands, which were only a little softer than others, wondering, "What kind of magical power do these hands have? Besides, you dare to think and do so, why don't you give those three evil spirits your own favor?" To do something?"

Song Ci, who didn't know that the beautiful big sister on the opposite side almost ruined his business, replied with a smile: "There is a specialization in the art industry. Of course, no one can compare to you, sister Ma, in this respect!"

"Come on! It won't work just to say good things here!" Ma Xiaoling tilted her head arrogantly and said: "Let's talk about some substantive benefits!"

"Understood, we only talk about money and not about feelings, right!"

Thinking of the wealth in the ring that would take a few lifetimes to spend, Song Ci touched the unheated check in his pocket and said with pain, "As long as you are willing to help the three of them pass away, the money will be yours!"

"100?"

Ma Xiaoling was a little surprised, "Is it worth it just for these three unaccompanied ghosts?"

Song Ci covered his chest, which was not very painful, and pretended to be strong and said: "If the money is gone, they can make more money, but they only have this chance to reincarnate."

I don't know how, but since entering this body, many small things that I didn't care about in the past have been taken to heart.

Just like now, she just transferred Mr. Li's check to someone else, and she felt extremely reluctant. Could it be that for the original owner, she didn't want to give up even a little bit of what she once had.

However, this kind of persistence proves from the side how sad the life of the original owner was, leaving almost nothing behind.

Just when Song Ci was about to be moved by him, the silent glass bottle suddenly let out an eager popping sound.

"What is it called, I don't need you to rush me to do things!"

Ma Xiaoling slapped the wooden box very unceremoniously, "Is the lucky day so easy to choose? Just wait!"

Seeing that she agreed, Song Ci quickly handed in the birthdays of Akun and Ajie, "If possible, give them a chance to continue their relationship."

"Then do I still want to ensure the prosperity of their family and the safety of their animals?"

Ma Xiaoling glared at the little sister who was eager to make progress, and locked the wooden box and her birthday horoscope into the safe, "I'm not that good! Whether it's good or bad depends on their luck!"

"Don't say that my sister lied to you for money. Here are two talisman papers. You hide one at home and carry the other with you. If you encounter any crooked ways in the future, it can help you delay time."

Ma Xiaoling took the folded triangular talisman into the little girl's hand, "One million five lives, not a loss!"

"Thank you, Miss Xiaoling!"

Although nothing would happen to him, Song Ci put away the talisman paper when he thought of his partner in the miscellaneous affairs department who didn't know if he had a chance to retire safely.

There has been no news from the mobile phone. It is estimated that Mr. Li is trying to find a way to contact a more famous master to escape.

Song Ci also understood his thoughts very well. After all, he has no hair on his mouth and can't do things well. Compared with those wizards with immortal spirit, people with supernatural powers like him who belong to the category of elementary school students are really not imposing enough, let alone this time. An extraordinary event that threatens one's life.

Even if the sky-eyed girl is not the first choice, at least she has formed a good relationship and knows how to call a lawyer to help people out of trouble.

Just for this point, if Mr. Li still can't escape the death curse in the end, Song Ci is still willing to help him out, as long as he makes up for the previous delay on the check.

Tang Jingde had already suffered bad retribution, and the mother and child and the kid were also handed over to Ma Xiaoling to be responsible. Song Ci felt relieved and could finally relax at home for a few days without burden.

When preparing the big meal, she still didn't forget to call Kuang Tianyou and his son. They have been busy with the evil spirits these days, and they almost abandoned their serious business. They are really incompetent.

As a result, just when she wanted to reward the zombie father and son and hope that they would speed up introducing clients to her, she learned a bad news from Kuang Fusheng.

"You are not allowed to introduce business to me? Why?" Song Ci finally understood what the real heartache was. Thinking of those precious blood, the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching.

"Sister Xiaoling said that you can't deal with those advanced zombies, and you will bring disaster to mankind, so we are not allowed to help you." Kuang Fusheng, who was eating a turkey leg, replied, wiping the oil on his chin.

"Ma Xiaoling! Return my 100 million!"

Song Ci slapped the dining table angrily, "Then do you still have the nerve to come to eat?"

"Didn't you invite us?" Although Kuang Tianyou's eating was much more refined than his son's, the speed of chopsticks was not slow.

"As zombies, how can you be less trustworthy than ghosts?!" Song Ci's tone was extremely aggrieved, "Obviously we agreed before!"

"Huang Jiamin, don't be angry, at worst, I'll draw some more blood for you later." Kuang Fusheng comforted without sincerity.

"What I need is different blood. How can only the second-generation blood be enough?"

Song Ci was really worried this time. She didn't know how difficult the situation would be in the days to come. She didn't collect blood for fun like Ma Xiaoling thought, but as a bargaining chip to save her life. There is no way to say it.

"Why do you collect different types of zombie blood? Do you want to transform humans?" Kuang Tianyou finally asked the doubts in his heart.

"Why should I reform them? I don't want to rule the world. I don't have that much free time! It's not convenient for me to say the specific reasons, but it will never involve people in the world." Song Ci said impatiently.

Kuang Fusheng was very afraid that she would refuse to make food when she got angry, so he quickly made peace in the middle: "Father, although sister Xiaoling forbids you to introduce guests to Huang Jiamin, you can also help her collect blood in other ways! Anyway, outside There are so many disobedient zombies, why don't you draw more blood before killing them next time, we can also use waste to exchange for food!"

Hearing this, Song Ci's eyes lit up, "Kuang Fusheng, you really didn't go to elementary school for 60 years, you are so smart!"

"Hey, you agreed not to bring up my sore spot again, Huang Jiamin, you made a foul!" Kuang Fusheng shouted depressed.

"Sorry, I was just too excited at the moment!"

Song Ci then looked expectantly at the only zombie parent present who could call the shots, "Mr. Kuang, it's just a matter of raising your hand, just do me this favor! Doing so does not violate the agreement between you and Ma Xiaoling, and it will not hurt innocent people." .”

After taking a sip of coffee, Kuang Tianyou said reservedly: "Don't you think it's a bit strange for a CID to wear a syringe all day long?"

"How could it be? With your skill, who would find out?" Seeing that the righteous master was unmoved, Song Ci quickly winked at Kuang Fusheng and asked him to help him work harder.

"Dad, I want to eat a real birthday cake on my birthday, not the one pretended by pig blood." Kuang Fusheng threw himself into his father's arms sadly, "There are also various festivals, too. You can have a lively dinner party like someone else’s home.”

I don't know what sad past came to mind, Kuang Tianyou touched his son's soft short hair and sighed, "Fusheng, Dad will definitely do what he promised you."

Kuang Tianyou looked at the little girl in front of him, "I can help you collect blood, but you have to provide resurrection with three normal meals a day. Also, you must never use zombie blood on living people. If I find out, I will never let you go."

"Don't say it's just a simple three meals, six meals are fine!"

Song Ci was almost stunned by this shocking reversal, and he happily agreed: "Don't worry, I will never waste precious blood on living people."

Even if there is a day, it will never be in this world, at least if Tianyou and his son are invisible, it is not a breach of promise.

The host and guest enjoyed a meal, and Huang Yaozu, who came to visit suddenly, was dumbfounded.

He didn't expect that his little partner would make such a good friend after living in this building for a short time, and he regretted not calling beforehand.

"Sorry to interrupt your dinner."

Huang Yaozu asked the little girl who was cleaning up the dishes: "Have you known that father and son for a long time?"

"Yeah, I met them the day I moved in. They are easy to get along with."

Song Ci hummed a little tune in a happy mood, "When you were unconscious that night, someone helped to lift you up."

"Then I should thank them!" Huang Yaozu said with some annoyance: "Is my performance just now too indifferent?"

"It's super indifferent!" Song Ci deliberately teased him, "Like those parents who guard against weirdos teaching their children bad!"

"Forget it, I will explain later when I have a chance."

Huang Yaozu held up a thick folder, "I went back and worked all day, and finally found the mountain where Ali had an accident."

"No, you haven't rested all this time?"

Song Ci said in admiration: "You, an unsung hero, really do your best! You don't have a raise, no promotion, no days off, and even no private life, yet you can still work so hard. What are you trying to do?"

"Maybe he's born a bitch."

Huang Yaozu laughed rather self-deprecatingly, "Every time I see those ghosts, I feel a sense of urgency to kill me, as if I can't live a stable life if I don't clean them up."

"You put too much pressure on yourself."

Song Ci poured him a cup of tea with a pleasant aroma, "Actually, what does it matter to you if there is one more ghost and one less ghost in this world? Those things are endless. Even if you try your best to do it, some people will still die. Why bother?" Why are you pushing yourself so hard?"

"I'm different from you." Huang Yaozu smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Have you ever thought about trying to change careers? Come and help me." Taking advantage of the good atmosphere, Song Ci brought up this topic again.

As a Feng Shui master, how could she not even have a trustworthy assistant? After much deliberation, she couldn't find a more suitable candidate than Huang Yaozu.What's more, two people can be considered to be able to talk after they have been together for so long, why should they look far away?

Huang Yaozu turned his head slightly, not daring to look directly at the little girl's sincere eyes, "I am the supervisor of the sundries department, and I can't change it in my life."

No matter how capable a person is, it is impossible to fight against the behemoth behind the sundries department, so why involve more people.

"I understand your concerns." Song Ci pulled back his shoulders, staring into his avoiding eyes, "You are also very lucky, because you met me."

"When you feel that you can't get rid of many things, you can try to look at them from the other side. Take the existence of the Miscellaneous Department as an example. What the chief wants is peace in the world. As for who gave him this peace? Does it matter? It’s hard to tell the difference between public and private, like this case,”

Song Ci picked up the file on the table and gently curled the corners of his lips, "As long as this female ghost can be dealt with perfectly, who cares whether it's the sky-eyed girl or Officer Huang who really takes the shot?"

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: I didn’t have a bye on the first day of joining V, thank you to the little girl picking mushrooms and Miss Gentle~~