Burning fire

That kid Jin Mingyu peed in his pants/panties in fright, and couldn't make a sound.As for his damn mother, the police also found some injection marks on her body. This woman not only "blown balloons", she must have been exposed to drugs.

Just as Zhou Qizun thought, she has been insane all the time, and when she woke up in the middle of the afternoon, she just pulled her hair and screamed, and she couldn't figure out the fart.

So far, it really became Zhou Qizun's speech.Zhang Jueming's appearance was completely erased by him. He knocked people out, smashed windows, and did everything.

Although a lot of troubles were saved, Zhou Qizun's anger was soaring - it was the first time in his life that he did such a wicked thing like killing thousands of knives - he racked his brains to make up nonsense, logically, and fooled the police. .....

This made Zhou Qizun just want to go out, grab Zhang Jueming, and spray that bastard.

After sitting in the police station until after four o'clock in the afternoon, Gao Yan let Zhou Qizun leave: "We have made great progress, but we still can't tell you now."

"I know, this is the rule, you don't have to worry about me." Zhou Qizun said angrily.

"Tomorrow, listen to my call, maybe you still need to come over." Gao Yan patted Zhou Qizun on the shoulder.

"Understood. Work hard." Zhou Qizun nodded, turned around and walked out of the police station, immediately took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

If the old smokers don't smoke some nicotine to suppress their temper, they will probably be able to kick over the trash can on the side of the road immediately.

Zhou Qizun took out another cigarette after smoking one, and he let out a long breath until he stubbed out the fourth cigarette.

Zhou Qizun stepped forward and crossed the road from the sidewalk.

He told Zhang Jueming to wait for him near the police station.But Zhou Qizun was not sure, Zhang Jueming would listen to him.

In fact, speaking from conscience, Zhou Qizun is unreasonable.He also knew that Zhang Jueming didn't need to explain to him whether it was emotional or reasonable.Moreover, Zhang Jueming was still his savior, and Zhou Qizun shouldn't have opened his mouth to choke on the fire.

Taking a step back, Zhou Qizun's anger was not enough to threaten Zhang Jueming.Zhou Qizun thought with a toothache - he would never smoke Zhang Jueming to death in his life.

Regardless of his unreasonableness, with the burning iron whip in Zhang Jueming's hand, Jiuying's brains can be squeezed out, and Zhou Qizun couldn't pull out his trousers belt with all his might.

Zhou Qizun was so annoyed that he basically decided in his heart that Zhang Jueming would never wait for him.

But when he turned the corner of the street, he raised his eyes and saw Zhang Jueming standing by the side of the road.

Zhou Qizun: "..."

Zhang Jueming was standing at the window of a milk tea shop. Zhou Qizun saw him buy a cup of milk tea, held it in his hand, turned and walked towards him.

Zhang Jueming walked up to Zhou Qizun and stopped, looking a bit cramped, Zhou Qizun didn't understand why he was so nervous.

"Zhang Jueming, this person has serious problems." Zhou Qizun thought so.

Zhou Qizun: "You really waited for me."

Zhang Jueming was very hesitant, his brows were at odds, but in the end he still held the milk tea with both hands and handed it to Zhou Qizun.His posture was unnatural, even clumsy... as if a slave was about to make a confession.

Zhou Qizun stared at the milk tea, he saw Zhang Jueming bought it, and the milk tea hadn't been opened yet, so he couldn't do anything about it?

But Zhou Qizun was still on guard.He just took it without poking the straw to drink.

Zhou Qizun questioned Zhang Jueming forcefully: "You will not be rewarded without merit. What do you mean?"

Zhang Jueming lowered his head, the wound on his heart was still not healed, he hurt a bit: "...you have been in the police station for so long, you haven't eaten, your stomach is empty, drink something."

"Sure enough, it's overdone." Zhang Jueming said in his heart.He has some regrets.

But... Zhou Qizun usually doesn't pay attention, and always tosses his stomach. He hardly ate anything this day, so he might feel uncomfortable.Zhang Jueming didn't want to get close to Zhou Qizun, he just couldn't help it...

"Have pity on me? Do you still feel sorry for me being involved in those weird things?" Zhou Qizun squeezed the milk tea cup with a cold face. Fate, but one size fits all, you are so weird, I am not stupid enough to treat you as a good person like this."

"I know." Zhang Jueming actually took a small step back, he pursed his lips, but still didn't dare to lift his face.

"...You..." Zhou Qizun rubbed his forehead, "Let's find a place to sit and talk."

"En." Zhang Jueming's eyes moved slightly, and he secretly clenched his fists by his side.

Zhou Qizun took all of Zhang Jueming's reactions into his eyes.He clicked his tongue and weighed the milk tea cup in his hand.The milk tea is warm and warm, and it must be very comfortable to drink.

Zhou Qizun's palms were warmed by the milk tea, and his limbs and bones followed closely. He felt that his numb stomach slowly came to life, and he was twisted in the air.

"Let's find a place to eat, I'm hungry." Zhou Qizun said to Zhang Jueming, turned and walked forward without looking back.

Zhang Jueming didn't say a word, just followed Zhou Qizun like a little daughter-in-law who did something wrong.The distance was neither far nor close, and they followed each other at the same pace, which made Zhou Qizun feel awkward, and gave birth to the unlucky hysteria all over his body.

"..." Zhou Qizun stopped suddenly, turned his face and stared at Zhang Jueming for two seconds, and said helplessly, "Can you follow?"

Zhang Jueming got permission, and then walked up obediently, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Zhou Qizun.

"What are you making a fool of yourself with?" Zhou Qizun panicked and had nowhere to vent his anger.

Zhang Jueming took a quick look at Zhou Qizun, and his tone softened: "I just want you to know that I really won't hurt you."

Zhou Qizun stopped chanting.

He hadn't been afraid of anything since he was born in the womb, and he didn't worry about anything when he said that he was not afraid of anything.No matter what kind of weird and crooked flower, the big deal is to roll up your sleeves and fight to the death.But Zhou Qizun really couldn't handle Zhang Jueming's type.

——Like a large piece of soft cotton, you can tear it casually, but you can hollow it out no matter how you do it, and you don't need any strength.With Zhang Jueming's appearance, he couldn't get angry, he seemed to be bullying people anyway.

Zhou Qizun sighed and had no choice but to take out his cigarette again.

Seeing him smoking, Zhang Jueming's eyes darkened slightly.

—He is not qualified to speak.Zhou Qizun is not qualified to smoke one less cigarette.

Secret love is a matter of one person, Zhou Qizun is his belief, so what is Zhou Qizun's?He is nothing.

"That's it."

The two of them walked half the street in silence, when Zhou Qizun suddenly pointed forward.

Zhang Jueming saw that it was actually a street food stall.

The days in March have been longer, but today is cloudy, and at this point, the sky has gradually begun to darken.Overcast clouds are getting heavier and heavier, and there may be rain later.

Zhou Qizun ordered a bunch of skewers, threw them on the table together with the milk tea bought by Zhang Jueming, and brought two bottles of Old Snowflakes.He didn't even take the glass, he used his teeth to gnaw off the cap of the beer bottle, raised his neck and took a big gulp first.

The more I looked at this man, the more I realized that he was careless, like a big stick, he couldn't even take care of himself.With an empty stomach, a sip of cold beer comes first...

Zhang Jueming secretly rubbed his heart in pain, his lips were stretched into a hard blade, wishing he could cut the tip of his tongue: "You..."

Zhou Qizun: "Huh?"

Zhang Jueming shook his head: "Nothing."

——"Don't drink like this. It hurts your stomach." There are eight words in total, piercing his throat and eyes in a daze, but Zhang Jueming can't say it.

After pouring down a big gulp of Laoxue, the wine bottle was half empty, and Zhou Qizun finally calmed down, feeling that the anger in his belly had been extinguished a bit.

He picked up a bunch of beef skewers, rolled the meat with two dies, and looked at Zhang Jueming: "I want to ask a lot, and to be honest, you bother me a lot. We have to sort it out one by one from beginning to end." .”

Zhou Qizun swallowed the meat, and threw away the skewers: "First of all, you have to tell me, who are you?"

Is it human?

Zhou Qizun pondered for a while, and asked a more euphemistic question: "Isn't it an ordinary person? Uh... Taoist priest? Celestial Master? Specializes in subjugating demons?"

There were quite a lot of people around the small stall, and they were still sitting on the side of the street, buzzing. Their table was the closest to the corner, and the table was very small. The two of them were close to each other, and their voices were not loud, so no one would pay attention.

Zhang Jueming looked at Zhou Qizun, but didn't open his mouth to answer.

Zhou Qizun knew that the man opposite him was the gourd essence with its mouth sawed off, so he said unceremoniously: "Since you are sitting at this table with me now, it proves that you are willing to answer my questions."

"Last time I almost took my life, and this time I lied for you again, you have to explain something to me, right?" Zhou Qizun had oil on his lips, shining brightly.

Zhou Qizun ate meat one after another without urging him, Qing waited to hear Zhang Jueming's nonsense.

"Will you believe me when I tell you?" Zhang Jueming took a long time to find his voice.

Zhou Qizun didn't reply, but the corners of his mouth were raised subtly, and his eyes were bright as he looked at Zhang Jueming.It is a shrewd and cunning bright.

Zhou Qizun found that Zhang Jueming's complexion was very bad, as if he was sick.Also, his clothes changed.When he jumped to him from the window earlier, he was wearing a dark blue coat, but now he has changed into a dark red one.The clothes inside have also been changed, and the white shirt collar can be seen from the neck.

"Mountain ghost." Zhang Jueming said very carefully and hesitated, "but I am only a descendant of mountain ghost, and I am of flesh and blood just like you."

Zhou Qizun didn't understand, and frowned: "What do you mean? What is a mountain ghost?"

Zhang Jueming suddenly hesitated, but he still said honestly: "It's... a demon born on a barren mountain. My mother is a mountain ghost. Since my mother, it's my duty to take care of the evil spirits."

After explaining to him, he realized that his breathing was trembling when he spoke—are all the people in the world like him?When talking about yourself with the person you like, you have to be on pins and needles.Or......

--right.Because he is a monster, a monster that is annoying, that's why he's all the more disturbed.

Bitterness, humiliation, panic.But somewhere in the bottom of his heart, he still harbored vain delusions, wanting Zhou Qizun to understand his true self.Even just a little bit.

Zhang Jueming thought—a gentle but careless person like Zhou Qizun would definitely not worry too much about his identity at this time.Then he told the truth, asking for a so-called "understanding" should be nothing, at least it won't make Zhou Qizun doubt him even more, or even hate him.

This shameless carelessness is really disgusting.

Sure enough, Zhou Qizun didn't care much.

According to Zhang Jueming, he is a "mixed blood"?The mother is a charm, and the father is a human?But this has nothing to do with Zhou Qizun.

In short, although Zhang Jueming is not an ordinary person, he is still considered a "person".It's good to know this, it doesn't need to be detailed.

Zhou Qizun asked another question: "Then what the hell is Jiuying last time? Can ordinary people see it? No need for yin and yang eyes, ghost eyes or something?"

Zhang Jueming: "..."

"Jiuying is not a ghost, nor is it a demon. It is an ancient monster, a fierce beast." Zhang Jueming explained, "To put it simply, it is like cats and dogs, but they are very rare. For tens of millions of years. Most of those fierce beasts can’t avoid being born, and rarely come out to harm people. Last time... was an accident.”

Zhou Qizun nodded, as if he accepted the statement: "So that's the case."

"As for the ghosts after death..." Zhang Jueming subconsciously put his hands in his pockets, and rubbed the longevity bell twice with his fingertips, "Humans and ghosts have different paths. Ordinary people can't see ghosts. haunting, or the ghost wants to be seen."

Zhang Jueming: "Ghosts have too much yin energy, which will damage the yang energy of living people."

"Hmm... I can probably understand a little bit." Zhou Qizun narrowed his eyes, put his chin on his hand, and snorted through his teeth.

He suddenly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, bowed his head and began to search: "I won't ask you any more about those supernatural things. Anyway, I know that those things are not good things. I can't understand them too much, and I don't want to listen."

"Ah, I found it...the next question." Zhou Qizun quickly swipe the phone twice with his fingers, zooming in on the photo on the screen.

"Did we know each other before?" Zhou Qizun raised his head and asked suddenly.

Hearing these words, Zhang Jueming was terrified at that moment, as if a heavy punch had hit him, breaking his heart.

Is there anyone more cruel than Zhou Qizun?If he asked such a question, it would be better to save Zhang Jueming's heart.But this can't be blamed on Zhou Qizun, Zhang Jueming asked for it himself, he deserves it.

Zhou Qizun held the phone in front of Zhang Jueming, and on the screen was a photo of Bai Yuxing - Zhou Qizun took a photo of Bai Yuxing by the waterfall in Xiaotai Mountain.

In this photo, Zhang Jueming is in the mirror from afar.In the photo, Zhang Jueming only occupies a small area, but it can still be clearly seen that he is looking at the person taking the photo.

"Let's talk to this point, stop pretending to me." Zhou Qizun completely sank this time, "I'm sure I didn't know you before."

Zhou Qizun's voice was even a few degrees colder: "Say, why do you always stare at me?"

Zhou Qizun pierced his eyes sharply, pressing Zhang Jueming tightly, telling Zhang Jueming that he couldn't avoid it.

Zhang Jueming couldn't bear it and bent his back a little, his chest lightly pressed against the edge of the table.

Is it because the knife was pierced too deeply?Why did the wound heal so slowly, making his apex...a pain in bursts.