The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

Song Jiu hesitated and did not move. His intuition told him that there was something wrong with the bus.

Seeing that he was still waiting to get into the car, the driver honked the horn several times, turned his head and cursed angrily: "Hurry up, you can't get in the car, you're moaning like a bitch."

"Go up, don't get out! Don't delay me from getting off work."

Song Jiu was so frightened that he took a step back. This was the last bus. If he didn't catch it, he would have to walk to the bottom of the mountain to take a taxi, which would inevitably cause a lot of fatigue.

Song Jiu weighed it for a few seconds, gritted his teeth, and was about to bite the bullet and get into the car. A big hand grabbed his arm, and a rambling voice came from behind.

"Hey! You bumped into me, just say a few words of apology and that's it? My right hand is injured. If you hit me like this, I have to go to the hospital again. You can't leave without half a million today."

The man's voice was as pleasant as pearls falling on a jade plate, but the content of his words did not make people feel good.

If you open your mouth or shut up, it's half a million, isn't it a complete blackmail?

Song Jiu was anxious to get in the car and didn't want to talk to a blackmailer. He struggled hard and tried to get rid of the other person's restraint, but the man was very strong and couldn't get rid of him at all.

"Let go. You are making trouble unreasonably. I was indeed careless just now, but I have already apologized to you. I have no money and cannot afford five hundred thousand."

"Can't take it out? Then I won't let you go." The man grabbed his arm forcefully and refused to give in.

The tall man stood against the light, making it difficult to see his facial features, but his tall and slender figure gave him the air of a handsome man.

During the argument between the two, the bus driver completely lost his patience, cursed several times in a low voice, and closed the door.

In the drizzle, the bus drove into endless darkness.

It wasn't until the buzzing sound of the car faded away that Song Jiu broke free from the man's restraints. When the cold wind blew, he crossed his arms and sneezed.

After finally waiting for the last train to arrive, it was interrupted.

Song Jiu raised his head, took the man's hand and walked under the dim street lights. The lights were dim, and he had to get closer to carefully observe the seriously injured arm in the man's mouth.

The muscles on the bottom of the hand are smooth and elastic, with no traces of surgery at all.

"Your right hand is not injured, why did you lie to me? It was the last bus and I didn't catch it. I had to walk down the mountain. I don't know how long it will take to get home."

The young man looked over with a frown.

A pair of bright peach blossom eyes were wet.

Even though he was angry, he didn't say anything bad, just complained a few times.

His temperament is surprisingly gentle, no wonder his soul exudes a faint golden light, which is particularly dazzling in the darkness.

Shen Zhubai's lowered eyes became slightly dim, and it was the first time he had such a strong interest in a person.

You know, even if you are a great virtuous person who has saved countless people and made countless merits, his soul body can only reach white, which is far from golden.

The golden soul represents positive energy such as kindness, justice, and gentleness. According to records in ancient books, there is only one situation where the soul can emit golden light—god.

Yes, that is a characteristic unique to gods.

As for why a young boy can have a golden soul, Shen Zhubai has no way of knowing. He can't see through the other person's fate.

It's like he doesn't know why the other end of his marriage line is connected to the person in front of him.

After solving the ghost baby matter, Shen Zhubai originally wanted to go to the police station in City S to check the situation of the two tragedies, but the car was driving.

There was a sudden pain in his heart.

The marriage line on his finger faintly emerged, red and long, stretching and disappearing among the high-rise buildings, which meant that the owner on the other end of the red line was not far away from him.

Shen Zhubai's casual eyes were more curious.

I have always specialized in Taoism, and I have a pure heart and few desires. I don't have those so-called worldly desires, such as money, fame and fortune, lust... They are all so insignificant as to be frightening.

Taoism occupies all of his mind and can no longer tolerate anything else. It is simply impossible for him, Shen Zhubai, to fall in love with someone.

So before that, he dismissed the master's words about destiny.

The master who led him always praised him for his extremely high talent in Taoism and his compassionate heart.

But only Shen Zhubai himself knew that although he appeared to be compassionate and had eyes that pitied the world, he was actually horribly indifferent and could not hold anyone in his heart, including his parents who were blessed with childbirth and his master who was blessed with education.

Occasionally taking the initiative to help others is also because of my duty as a Taoist priest.

It was getting late at that time, and the police officers had left work and were gone for most of the time. They probably wouldn't be able to find anything if they rushed over now.

Simply following the red line to check out his love affair, Shen Zhubai immediately asked the driver to turn around and drive towards the other end of the marriage line.

He wanted to see what kind of person his destiny Qing Jie was.

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The skin is indistinguishable from male to female, but the soul still exudes a faint golden light.

The first time Shen Zhubai saw the young man, he lost his consciousness slightly. As long as the young man leaned against the tombstone, he stared at it in the dark. The more he looked at it, the more reluctant he was to look away.

There was an inexplicable impulse in my heart.

He wanted to possess the boy.

It's strange, isn't it? How could anyone want to take someone as their own after meeting them once? It can only be said that it is indeed a calamity of fate, and it is extremely powerful.

Just a startling glance made his Taoist heart that had been stable for many years shaken a bit.

Shen Zhubai noticed the abnormal possessiveness in his heart and immediately recited the Qingxin Mantra to suppress it. Just now he saw the young man standing alone at the bus stop waiting for the bus. His clothes were wet again. When the wind blew, he shivered from the cold.

His heart also twitched inexplicably, and he closed his eyes to resist the urge to hold her in his arms.

The cemetery has excellent Feng Shui and is a treasured place for collecting shade. However, at night, it is very easy to attract some bad things.

Although the boy had a golden soul, he was still an ordinary person and failed to notice that the sinister bus was filled with evil spirits.

The green-faced, fanged, and bloody faces were crowded close to the window. Their scarlet eyes were staring greedily at the young man through the glass, drooling.

If the young man gets on that ghost train from hell, his body and soul will be brutally eaten by groups of salivating evil spirits, and they will be completely eaten.

There are no bones left, and there is no chance of reincarnation.

Love calamity, as the name suggests, is a destiny calamity and disaster. No matter how high you are, if you can't pass the beauty test, you will never reach the height of reaching the peak and becoming an immortal.

If you are not careful, you will be irreversible. Not only will your years of practice be in vain, you may even lose your life.

Before the two of them had any substantial entanglements or made any progress in their relationship, Shen Zhubai's best choice was to stand by and let the young man get on the ghost car.

As soon as the young man died, his love was destroyed, and he no longer had any scruples in his spiritual practice.

Apart from the long marriage line, the two had never met once, so naturally there was no causal relationship, and there was no reason for him to interfere in the young man's fate.

But in the end, for some unknown reason, Shen Zhubai stopped the young man and put aside the love affair and all that. He didn't want to be a bystander when life was at stake.

"Don't look at me with that look. Anyway, I just helped you."

Shen Zhubai's hands in his pockets curled up slightly, subconsciously not wanting to leave a bad impression on the other party.