My Future Diary Can’t Be Perfect

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"This is..." Xun Xi suddenly widened his eyes.

"What a fuss." The drug seller chuckled when he saw this. The old man quickly explained: "That was the voice preset by the owner of the ghost market just now."

"Every time the bet is set up."

"The owner of the ghost market will come and announce that the bet is effective and protected by the rules. However, we have always suspected that the real owner of the ghost market is dead, this is just the voice he reserved, otherwise we have stayed here for so long, we shouldn't have I've never seen one face to face."

"Master of Ghost City..."

Xun Xi paused, keenly aware that neither the old man nor the drug seller heard the young voice that sounded after the "gambling game was established".

(So ​​this is specifically for me?)

Xun Xi pondered in her heart: "If that young voice is a six-faced blogger, the one who asks for money should be the broker of fate. The shameless one must be the despair writer. I bring my future diary and the scale to respond to requests. It just happens to be the token of the two of them."

---- Seems to be messed up.

After all, it sounds like she is not very friendly to fate brokers and desperate writers, which is good news from the tone of the six-faced blogger.

Opportunity to take advantage!

Although in order to fight against the despair writer, he once introduced the broker of fate, but the broker of fate is a dead man who asks for money, and he will not throw an eagle if he sees a rabbit. In contrast, the six-faced bloggers are different. At least she'll definitely be interested in the "game" between herself and the desperate writer.

But before that.

(I have to show my worth first, and let the six-faced blogger see it, so that I can communicate with her and find a way to break the game.)

Thinking of this, Xun Xi immediately turned to the medicine seller.

"Give me the medicine."

Xun Xi just took the five packets of medicines **** with oil vellum paper, and the other party pretended to be kind to him and explained to him:

"This is my masterpiece."

"I called him Jade Divorce, Jade Broken People Died, Yin and Yang Parting."

"The five packs of medicines are gradual, and they are specially prepared for those who have become extraordinary, but are troubled by supernatural being out of control, and want to become ordinary people."

"It's amazing." Xun Xi praised sincerely: "Making ghosts and using ghosts... How many years have you been in this ghost market?"

"Seventy years."

The attitude of selling the medicine is very modest: "It's not a big deal. After all, this medicine can be made, and it's not my own credit. I don't know if you know Zhou Zhiyuan? This medicine was developed by me and him, only It's a pity that I was stuck here before the samples came out."

"....what?"

Seventy years ago, Xun Xi did a little mental calculation and immediately understood that it was the time of war and chaos in Yanzhou, and it happened to be the time when Zhou Zhiyuan was the leader.

"Uncle Master~!"

In the next second, Xun Xi's eyes rolled, and then she grabbed the medicine seller's hand and said excitedly, "I finally see you again! I didn't expect the master to be a close friend for so many years, It turned out to be you! To tell you the truth, I am Zhou Zhiyuan's apprentice!"

"....what?"

The medicine seller was shocked when he heard the words, and immediately looked at Xun Xi with an incredible look: "You are Zhou Zhiyuan's apprentice? You really didn't lie to me?"

"of course not!"

Xun Xi ignited the fire of memory in his eyes, and said with emotion: "Uncle Master! You really have a fate to meet you from thousands of miles away. Before the master left, I must come to you. I tried hard, but I didn't get it at all. The clues turned out to be unintentional, and finally found you!"

"Zhou Zhiyuan asked you to find me?"

When the drug seller heard this, he was even more shocked: "That **** won my invitation back then, how dare he let you come to me?"

Xun Xi: "......?"

"I see!"

The drug seller became more and more angry, and his eyes gradually became fierce: "This is to cut weeds and roots? I have read it after so many years. I didn't expect Zhou Zhiyuan to see it, and even asked his apprentice to kill them all. Absolutely! Since this is the case, I will fight with you today..."

"Cough cough!"

Before the words of selling medicine fell, Xun Xi resolutely put away the fire of memory: "You misunderstood, in fact, I don't know the old thing Zhou Zhiyuan very well."

"I stole this fire of memory."

"So strictly speaking, that old thing has evil retribution, and I am avenging it for you."

"....what?"

Xun Xi's deteriorating attitude made the drug sellers a little unresponsive, and said subconsciously, "You grabbed it? Zhou Zhiyuan and I grabbed this fire of memory at the beginning! The spiritual brazier originally contained memories. The fire, but the fire was taken away by us."

good guy.

This old thing is so raw? Seeing this, Xun Xi looked at the medicine seller, and then continued: "Anyway, Zhou Zhiyuan is already dead."

"And I killed it. If you don't believe me, I can show you my memory."

"He died miserably."

"...Hmph." Hearing this, the drug seller seemed to be resentful and regretful, only to see him whisper: "I had long expected that he would definitely die miserably."

"Dare to set up a gambling game in a ghost city."

"I also pulled desperate writers into the game, wanting to recreate the miracle of the old grandfather of the Luo family."

"Even if he wins, can the desperate writer give up?"

"If he doesn't die, he will die."

The remarks about selling medicine have solved a doubt that Xun Xi had long ago: the future diary is the trophy that Zhou Zhiyuan ushered in from the desperate writer. However, under normal circumstances, how could a desperate writer bet against Zhou Zhiyuan? At the time, he suspected something else.

It does now.

Zhou Zhiyuan has also been to this ghost market, and he may even go deeper, directly contacting the six-faced blogger, and then he bet against the desperate writer once.

"Afterlife."

At the same time, the drug seller said again: "You don't have to get close to me. The game has already started, so no one can stop it."

"Hurry up and take your medicine."

"Eat what you eat." Seeing this, Xun Xi was also in a hurry, opened the medicine bag, but saw that there was a pile of ashes-like medicine powder inside. Xun Xi directly raised his head, raised the medicine bag and drank it, then opened the medicine bag one after another, and swallowed all the medicine directly.

Immediately after—

"Pfft."

I saw Xun Xi's body, a red figure like a flame suddenly popped out, but it was Si Nian wearing a red wedding dress and a red hijab.

"Hiss?"

"Aha!"

Seeing this, the medicine seller laughed loudly: "It's stripped out! This medicine of mine can force the separation of spirits and people, and cut off the spiritual connection between you."

"I won....."

Before the words of selling medicine fell, Si Nian, who had just come out, floated back to Xun Xi's side again, embraced him with both hands, and reintegrated into his body.

"...???"

"It seems that I'm still better than me." Compared with the shocked drug seller, Xun Xi's expression was much calmer. After all, he had never had the slightest doubt about the connection between himself and Si Nian, and even death could not separate them, let alone a mere bag of medicine.

"If you are willing to admit defeat, tell me."

Xun Xi looked at the medicine seller and said word by word, "That wandering Taoist.... What medicine did Xu Junfang ask you to do? What is your relationship with him?"

"...tsk."

Hearing the words, the medicine seller smacked his lips, then closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, then said helplessly: "The medicine Xu Junfang asked me to make, he claimed to be the elixir, and he provided the prescription and materials, and after the medicine was made, he would I left, because it was me who lost the bet, and of course I didn't get paid."

"but....."

Having said this, the medicine seller suddenly grinned: "...When I made it, I also studied the prescription for a long time, and I copied a copy afterwards."

Elixir, not immortality?

"Where's the medicine?" Xun Xi asked again.

"I lost." Hearing this, the drug seller pouted towards the end of the street: "I lost to the coffin at the innermost. That guy is older than me, and he lives by making his own coffin. Now, I can help him breathe a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, I only copied one copy."

"After all, the raw materials are too rare."

"Rare?" Xun Xi asked curiously, "What are the raw materials?"

"You want to know?"

Hearing this, the medicine seller gave a gloomy smile: "It's actually very simple, that is, it is transformed from people, but it keeps growing until the spiritual existence of Xinhuo."

for example-----

(Si Nian.)

Why did the Taoist priest Youfang create the haunted house incident and let Si Nian become what he is now? Xun Xi feels that he has an answer.