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[However, many evil spirits are actually not very powerful, at most a little stronger than ordinary wandering spirits.They may let go of ordinary people and do evil, but they will be afraid of capable people. ] Fu Jin said, [You should have not been sealed by Geng Wenqiu at that time. Those evil spirits who came to you were probably afraid of you, but they also felt that you were young and easy to bully, so they approached you to do evil, but they used black mist I hide my body shape so that you can't see their appearance clearly, for fear that you will retaliate in the future. ]

"A bunch of cowards." Fang Xia finished her review, swallowed the last bite of bread, and began to eat apples.

Fu Jin watched as Fang Xia gnawed on the apple, her cheeks kept agitating as she chewed, like a little hamster eating happily.What he said just now was probably listened to by him as a meal story, not only listened with gusto, but also whetted his appetite, but he didn't get angry.If he was by Fang Xia's side at that time, those evil ghosts would definitely be scattered.

Ordinary people can't see or hear the evil spirits that instigate people, and at most their minds will be affected to some extent.But Fang Xia could understand, but was directly hurt.People with the ability to see ghosts are feared by evil spirits, but they are also more likely to be harmed by evil spirits than ordinary people.If Fang Xia was not born with a big heart, those hurtful words were enough to distort his heart, and he - I am afraid that he would never see Fang Xia who stretched out his hand to him without any scruples again after 20 years.

For Fu Jin, this was not a pleasant assumption, the lip line unconsciously tightened with emotion, and the eyes were cold.

Fang Xia gnawed half an apple, but didn't hear Fu Jin's voice. She looked up at him strangely, just in time to meet Fu Jin's gaze on her body.What's so good about him?What are you doing looking at him like that?Fang Xia lowered her head in doubt, saw the half-eaten apple in her hand, and then looked up at Fu Jin.Do you have an idea about the apple in his hand?

"Do you want to eat an apple?" Fang Xia raised the apple in front of Fu Jin, but soon realized that he had eaten the apple by himself, so Fu retracted his hand again, took another one from the nearby plate, and sent it to Fu Jin. In front of Fu Jin.

[I will not eat. ] Fu Jin shook his head and refused.

Fang Xia withdrew his hand, took a small bite from his half apple, couldn't help looking up at Fu Jin again, "Why are you suddenly unhappy?"

[How do you know I'm unhappy? ] Fu Jin turned her gaze away and looked at the mountains in the distance. Under the warm sunshine, the forests all over the mountains revealed a kind of greenness unique to spring, full of vitality.

——I didn’t see it anywhere, it just felt like that.

The expression on Fu Jin's face was always indifferent, and there was basically not much emotion to be seen from it.But he has a keen sense of the emotions of those he cares about since he was a child.In fact, his mother's temperament is a bit similar to Fu Jin's, reserved and cold, but he can tell at a glance whether the smile on his mother's face is real or not, and accurately judge whether it is necessary to take out candy.

As for Fu Jin, Fang Xia didn't know when she included him in the list of concern.At first, because he was not a human being, he paid attention unconsciously.Afterwards, it was probably the day and night meeting, which turned the unconscious attention into caring... right?Fang Xia is not very sure.However, Fu Jin sometimes gave him a vaguely familiar feeling, as if he had met him a long time ago, but he couldn't remember exactly where or when.

Anyway, when facing someone he cares about, he has never made a mistake in his intuitive judgment of whether the other person's mood is good or bad, so he is quite confident in this regard.

and so--

"Anyway, I just think you're upset." Fang Xia skipped the process that he couldn't explain clearly, and directly made a conclusive summary of Fu Jin's mood.

[Well, I'm not happy. ] Seeing that Fang Xia was so sure, Fu Jin simply admitted, but he didn't intend to tell Fang Xia what he was upset about.It's not that there's something difficult to say about the reason, it's just that I feel that my current position is not appropriate, and somehow I feel that it is appropriate to have a closer relationship with Fang Xia to say those words.

Fang Xia looked at Fu Jin, and waited for a long time without waiting for the next article. The other party made it clear that he didn't intend to tell him the reason for his displeasure.Fang Xia pouted, feeling that Fu Jin's half-talking behavior was very bad.But he quickly thought about it, got up from the ground, and persuaded Fu Jin: "Don't be unhappy, be happy..."

At this moment, not far from them, there was a burst of crying from the cemetery on the hillside slightly lower than where they were, and two female voices mixed together, crying and howling.Fang Xia got stuck in the middle of speaking.

That is grave crying, a custom of visiting graves.

However, Fang Xia never did that.One is that she feels ashamed, and the other is that she assumes that her mother has a spirit in heaven, and it is rare to see her son once a year, but every time her son comes, he is crying, how embarrassing it is!When Fang Xia went to the grave, he always came happily, chatted with his mother, and then went back happily, which was almost like an outing.So just now he persuaded Fu Jin to be happy, and he said it very naturally and smoothly, how can anyone persuade people to be happy in front of the grave?Even Fu Jin is not a family member of the owner of the tomb.The family in the cemetery below is the correct posture for going to the grave!

Accompanied by the crying of the family below the grave, Fu Jin couldn't continue to say what made Fu Jin happy.Fang Xia doesn't mind persuading people to be happy in front of her mother's grave, but now they are crying and howling vigorously there, if you continue to make people... Uh, be happy, you don't have any convincing power at all, okay? ?

Fang Xia rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, and changed the subject, "Then what, I'll burn the apple for you, can you eat it?"

Fu Jin: [How do you make an apple burn? ]

Fang Xia: "Uh..."

Seeing Fang Xia staring at Apple thinking about something, Fu Jin felt his gloomy mood suddenly fade away, and his mood lightened up with the breeze from the hills.

[If you burn it to me, I won't be able to eat it either. ] Enough of admiring Fang Xia's tangled expression, Fu Jin called out to save him.

"You said to pour oil on it, I mean cooking oil, can it burn?" However, Fang Xia not only refused to save it, but also became very interested in the subject of making an apple burn.

Fu Jin: […]

The crying grave below seems to continue for a while, and there is no props to support the experiment of burning apples. Seeing that the appointment time with the owner of the electric tricycle is almost approaching, he packed up the things in front of the tomb, and added to his mother's grave. Two shovels of new soil, down the mountain along the original road.

On the way down the mountain, I accidentally caught a glimpse of two very faint wandering souls, which flashed past and quickly disappeared from sight.Ordinary wandering spirits are rarely seen during the day. According to Geng Shudan, those who can move freely during the day are not ordinary ghosts.Fang Xia couldn't help but take a few more glances.

[Tomorrow is Tomb-sweeping Day, which is one of the four major ghost festivals. During the ghost festival, the yin energy in the world is strong, and ghosts will be free to wander when they come out. ] Fu Jin opened his mouth to explain to Fang Xia, [This is the place of burials, and the land is very cloudy, so even though it is not yet the time of positive yin, it will not be a serious problem if the wandering spirits come out a little during the day. ]

"Will it affect people?" Fang Xia asked.

[Wandering soul itself has very little influence on living people, even though the land here is cloudy. ] Fu Jindao, [Moreover, people who come here, more or less come to visit family graves, and the luck extending from the family graves will naturally protect their descendants. ]

"Really?" Fang Xia thought for a while, and then asked, "The owner of the grave has reincarnated, will the luck of that family grave protect his descendants?"

[The air luck extended from the family grave is related to Fengshui. Generally, the owner of the tomb only decides the direction of the air luck at the beginning, and his presence or absence will have no effect afterwards.Therefore, when choosing a cemetery, pay attention to feng shui, because the luck of the descendants is determined by feng shui.When luck is strong enough, it can even prosper a family. ]

Fang Xia stopped suddenly.

Fu Jin then stopped: [What's wrong? ]

Fang Xia turned around suddenly, and shouted in the direction of his mother's cemetery: "Mom, I don't ask for family prosperity, which sounds like a lot of work, but you must bless me to find a job in City C!"

"Huh—" Fang Xia let out a long breath, turned around and continued to walk forward, "After shouting, I suddenly feel more at ease. My master said that my mother's cemetery is a treasure of geomantic omen, and this will definitely come true."

Fang Xia had already found a good job as a teacher in a studio, but before going to Geng's house, he pushed it off with the studio owner, and at that time he planned not to go back.Who thought it was a scam created by the old lady Geng and his master, so it was delayed for more than half a month, and he had to find a new job when he went back.

Back in the town, Fang Xia hurriedly went to the hotel to pick up her luggage. In the evening, she got on the bullet train to C City and left Q City.

At around eight o'clock that night, I arrived in City C, took a bus, and went around half of the city. When I returned to school, it was already past ten o'clock.

Fang Xia's physical strength is very good, but this day he went from City A to City Q, and then to City C, and went to a grave on the mountain in between, so he was exhausted.

Tomorrow is Ching Ming Festival, the school is on holiday, and there are not many students staying in the school. Fang Xia dragged his luggage into the quieter campus than before, slowly touched the dormitory building, and climbed upstairs almost two steps at a time— — If their dormitory wasn't on the second floor, he would have had the urge to throw away his luggage.

Standing at the door of the dormitory, Fang Xia fumbled for his clothes for a long time, but couldn't find the key to the dormitory. He was about to rummage through the suitcase, when Fu Jin lifted his hand and opened the dormitory door for him.

"Thank you." Fang Xia thanked Fu Jin while pushing open the bedroom door.

This is a four-person bedroom with a desk and a cabinet on the lower floor and a single bed on the upper floor.The light in the dormitory was not turned on, but when I opened the door, I smelled a smell of instant noodles, and then I saw a person sitting at the desk near the balcony with a headset on his head, and the light from the laptop only illuminated the desk. The face that is sucking noodles has a kind of artistic special effect like watching a ghost movie.

"Hou Chaoqing, what are you doing?!" Fang Xia recognized his roommate through the light on the laptop screen, and yelled out.

Fang Xia's roar penetrated the opponent's headset, and the opponent jumped up from the chair holding the instant noodle fork in fright.When he jumped, the laptop was tilted, and the plug of the wired headset was pulled out from the socket of the laptop, and bursts of unbearable groans and slapping sounds came from the laptop.