Aoba Office

As I thought about the whole thing, an answer came to mind.

The moment the answer came out, I was stunned.

Is there such a routine?

But if that thing is really a demon, if it is really a spirit, it is most normal to have a routine, right?

Even the moody bike-sharing ghosts, who scare people and kill people, do things on shared bikes.

It is only reasonable to change it to a spirit that takes the image of the devil and act according to the world's impression of the devil.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

I never thought about saving Zhu Yun. On the one hand, my current situation does not allow me to save Zhu Yun. I couldn't even move, and it was completely impossible for me to lend a helping hand to Zhu Yun. On the other hand, if the whole thing is true as I just guessed, then Zhu Yun was lucky to be killed just now. After surviving for decades, the price is only the early death of his parents and his own anxiety. It’s hard to say who will gain and who will lose.

Now my mind is full of thinking about how to use that demon to deal with the spirit of shared bicycles.

Wu Ling's plan was originally extremely crude. It was obviously difficult to design two spirits to face each other and fight each other.

But if it were a spirit like a demon, perhaps it would be possible to complete this task as long as it cost the soul.

Zhu Yun's parents did not die during the car accident in her elementary school, nor did they die shortly afterwards. But he lived for more than ten years. I don't know how much of that is due to Master Chao, and how much of it is due to the conditions that the devil had negotiated with them. I don't know how they made a deal with the devil. But this is always a method.

If used well, that demonic spirit might be of greater use.

I thought about God.

A game of truth or dare solved the troublesome spirit and caused changes in God.

If these spirits can be used, they are the best weapons.

But it's not that simple to use it.

I was thinking about demons and wondering if I should summon them in that traditional way.

This aspect should probably be left to Wu Ling.

After thinking about it again, I felt that this was not the case.

Zhu Yun's parents obviously couldn't understand this. They went to Master Chao for help, and it seemed that they found such a relationship through someone else. The couple themselves were not interested in the supernatural, had no research, and knew nothing.

Could it be that it wasn't them who found the devil, but the other parents in that class?

While I was thinking about this, Zhu Yun had already gone to see a doctor with her husband and went to the Chenghuang Temple to worship.

There are many people offering incense in the Chenghuang Temple, most of them are tourists.

Zhu Yun lined up, knelt on the futon and kowtowed, praying devoutly to the Bodhisattva to protect him so that the ghost would stop haunting him.

She opened her eyes and looked up at the statue of Bodhisattva.

For a moment, the kind-hearted Bodhisattva showed a strange expression on his face.

The left half of his face seemed to be smiling, with the corners of his lips raised, while the right half of his face had a tearful expression.

Zhu Yun changed color in shock.

But in the blink of an eye, she realized that what she had just seen was just an illusion.

The Bodhisattva still looks down on all living beings with his eyes narrowed and compassion.

"Here." Zhu Yun's husband touched Zhu Yun.

Zhu Yun came to his senses, took the banknote from her husband's hand, and nervously stuffed the banknote into the merit box in front of him.

She thought for a while, took the lottery tube again, knelt back, and began to ask for lottery tickets.

The people in line behind her murmured something, hating her for not figuring out what she was going to do earlier.

Zhu Yun turned a deaf ear and shook the lottery tube, mumbling, hoping to get a good lottery.

With a snap, a lottery ticket fell out.

Zhu Yun hurriedly picked up the lot and saw the number on it.

Taking the signature, I went to the signature interpreter nearby and changed the signature.

I haven’t been to the City God Temple very often. Most of our understanding of asking for and getting autographs comes from the costume films we watched when we were children. Or, we visited temples while traveling and pretended to ask for autographs.

The signatures of this City God's Temple are all printed on delicate small slips of paper, which are obviously carefully designed and have a special LOGO. It's almost like a hardcover bookmark.

My attention was attracted by the colorful decoration. Before I could see the signature on it clearly, Zhu Yun had already raised his head.

The interpreter seemed to be very capable, expressive and kind. He sighed at Zhu Yun and said: "This one is a lottery. You have to be careful lately, I'm afraid your life is in danger."

Zhu Yun's heartbeat almost stopped.

Zhu Yun's husband said dissatisfied: "What did you say?"

"I'm telling the truth. I'm not trying to trick you or swindle you. Our City God's Temple has always been very effective in asking for fortune-telling." The master said seriously, "It's a blessing, not a curse, but a curse that cannot be avoided. In short, you have to be careful lately. Usually there are many Pay attention to safety. Lock your door, check the traffic lights when crossing the road, don’t participate in dangerous places or activities, and go home as soon as it gets dark.”

The sign interpreter with a good attitude said something very straightforward, like a neighborhood committee safety education.

Zhu Yun's husband's face turned blue and white.

Zhu Yun was in a daze.

An aunt next to her poked Zhu Yun, "Listen to Master Wang. The lottery here is really good. Please pay attention to your safety."

"If this doesn't happen, we should pay attention to safety." Zhu Yun's husband complained.

Zhu Yun had already sat down in front of the master, "Master, please help me. I encountered something!"

The master had a strange expression, "Encountered something?"

"Yeah. I, I met a ghost..." Zhu Yun hesitated.

Zhu Yun's husband pulled her and said, "Stop talking nonsense."

The aunt who had just spoken came over immediately.

"Sister, have you encountered something dirty?"

Zhu Yun hesitated and nodded.

But the sign interpreter shook his head, "What kind of ghosts are there in this world? It's all people who scare themselves. I think the sign you asked for is life-threatening, which means you met a bad person or encountered an accident. You should be careful. Just don’t think too much.”

This statement surprised me.

Zhu Yun opened his mouth.

Zhu Yun's husband immediately said: "You see, my master also said that you have been thinking wildly recently. If you continue, nothing will happen."

The aunt curled her lips and handed her signature to the master with some disappointment.

The master changed the signature for her, and the explanation also talked about some trivial matters in life - if the family is not in harmony, communicate more, don't quarrel with the family, be patient, and everything will be calm.

The aunt nodded repeatedly when she heard this, complaining that her mother-in-law came to visit her daughter-in-law and interfered in the affairs of the young couple and her grandson.

Zhu Yun was taken away by her husband.

"Master said, you should be careful lately. Stop thinking nonsense. Let's go home early. You go to bed early today..."

I suddenly felt a line of sight falling on my back.

Zhu Yun's hair stood on end, he staggered, his neck was stiff, and he did not dare to look back.

That sight was like reality, piercing into the back of Zhu Yun's heart.

Because of the crowd, Zhu Yun's body couldn't help but turn sideways, and his eyes subconsciously drifted behind him.

The main door of the Chenghuang Temple is open, and only the lower half of the body of the Bodhisattva sitting cross-legged can be seen.

There seemed to be a red figure on the big feet of the Bodhisattva, stepping down from the sculpture like a staircase, and walked out of the dimly lit hall step by step.

Zhu Yun was so frightened that he immediately turned his head back, not daring to look any further, but his palms felt stinging.

As soon as her hand loosened, the signature she had been holding in her hand fell to the ground.

The original complicated and delicate signature turned into a small red piece of paper, with the word "death" on it, flying like a noose, strangling Zhu Yun's neck, making Zhu Yun unable to breathe.

Zhu Yun rolled his eyes and fainted instantly.

The monthly ticket is doubled tomorrow~

If you have a monthly ticket, remember to vote~(づ￣ 3￣)づ

Good night everyone~