Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

"It's right behind you." There was a slight smile in Wu Cong's tone.

Theoretically, this should be a rather scary thing, Hotch subconsciously felt a chill on his back, but Wu Cong's expression seemed too calm, that casual look seemed like he was not wearing a mask behind him. It's like some unreasonable supernatural ghost just got a little dirt that can be wiped off with a casual brush, even Hotch, who was still a little nervous, relaxed.

In fact, Wu Cong patted him on the shoulder casually as if dusting off dust. Hotch didn't even feel anything and saw a erratic translucent shadow flying out from behind him obliquely. The body of that shadow was already blurry. Now, only a rough human figure can be discerned.

"He's about to disappear." Wu Cong picked up his book again, "If you want to ask anything, you'd better hurry up."

Hotch has already recognized who the figure is, but he can't see the face clearly, but he still remembers the clothes. At that time, the family members used the clothes to identify the identity of the corpse, which has almost no human shape. "Luther...can we talk ?" He called that figure's name as gently as possible, and walked a few steps forward cautiously, but the figure seemed to bump into something terrible, and retreated several meters quickly, if Wu Cong hadn't lifted it in time If you pull him back with your hand, you may pass through the wall and don't know where you are going to fly.

"You'd better not get too close to him." Wu Cong said, "The disappearing soul can't bear your yang energy."

Yang Qi flows in and out when a living person breathes and speaks. It is true that Yang Qi is a good tonic for many spirits and ghosts. Ghosts who live a little longer with the technique of collecting yang and replenishing yin will use both hands. However, without special methods Contaminating Yang Qi rashly is undoubtedly an act of courting death, which is why most ghosts follow behind people.

Hotch obediently took two steps back and tried to call the name of the ghost who seemed to have lost his mind: "Luther...Luther? Lu?"

When he heard "Lu", the ghost froze, as if he had been frozen into an ice sculpture by some sudden cold air, motionless.

"Listen, Lu." Seeing the effect, Hotch breathed a sigh of relief, "We know what happened is very sad, and no one wants to see this happen, but it's not your fault, OK?"

The ghost remained motionless, like a frozen ice sculpture.

"It's irreparable, everybody's sad, but there's something we can do about it?" Hotch continued. "There's someone who's been helping you, and we know someone's been helping you, but he doesn't really want to. To help you."

The ghost fluctuated violently, and he seemed to say something, but Hotch could only hear an eerie, small creaking sound, like the noise of radio waves covering all the audible information.

It seemed that Hotch couldn't hear what he was saying.The ghost sped up his speech even more anxiously, and the creaking tone suddenly increased to an uncomfortable frequency. Hotch covered his ears and frowned. Although the previous ear injury had been successfully healed under the blessing of Wu Cong's medicine, But hearing this voice still made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Even so, he tried his best to listen to the ghost's voice.

He couldn't understand the ghost's words, but he could perceive the complex emotions in them. The intense and struggling emotions made him feel a bit of unspeakable sadness and remorse from the bottom of his heart, and he felt his nose a little sour unconsciously. Is to shed tears.

The ghost talked for a long time, and this confiding seemed to exhaust all the strength in his body. His body became more transparent, and a gust of wind seemed to blow him away. Floating around, looking around, nodded slightly to Hotch, and completely melted into the air after a few seconds.

"!" Hotch subconsciously stretched out his hand, only touching a whole piece of air, "Where did he go?"

"I've been reincarnated." Wu Cong replied, a small lump of red snake wrapped around his wrist at some point, and stretched into a long and thin one, "But it's inevitable that I suffered a little bit before."

"Did he go to hell?" Hotch recalled the description in the Bible about suicide, which is undoubtedly a sin in Christianity.

"Everyone has to go to hell. Reincarnation after balance of merit and demerit is a necessary process, just like registration when moving house." Wu Cong yawned lazily, "Many years ago, no mortal could ascend to heaven. You mortals are all lied to if you do good deeds and go to heaven." Unless it is something that ascends in the daytime and becomes holy in body, it is a different matter when it is alive, or even if Wu Cong dies. You have to go to hell first to go through the official process.

Hotch smiled bitterly, "I think this sentence must not be said casually." Otherwise, those believers who believe in going to heaven after death will definitely go crazy.

Should he say it's a good thing he's not an extremely devout believer?

"It must be very interesting to see that scene." Wu Cong seemed to have foreseen something, with a strange smile on his lips, "It is estimated that the entire European pantheon will be blown up by then, maybe it will be the second Ragnarok .”

When Wu Cong was alive, he didn't believe in Buddhism or practice Taoism. He had learned some miscellaneous things. Talented players took the path of epiphany that made others have nowhere to go. If it wasn't for the fact that he died too early, there would probably be another An example of ascending in the daytime and becoming a fairy.

It can be seen from this that a certain old rice dumpling was really designed by Tiandao's own son.

"But this time there's nothing to gain." Hotch shrugged, he couldn't tell Fanny's family that their son was going to hell, and Luther didn't give him any intelligible news, the only thing he could know was that he was actually concerned about his suicide There is still a bit of guilt and regret, but that's all.

It's useless to think too much, it's better to take a shower and sleep, Hotch took the clothes and turned to go to the bathroom, and the sound of water came from inside after a while.

Dansha coiled on Wu Cong's wrist shook his tail and walked along Wu Cong's arm to the collarbone. Wu Cong's clothes were loose, and the neckline exposed the beautiful collarbone. Coiled in that nest, he raised his little head and rubbed against Wu Cong's jaw.

The small letter poked out, making a faint hissing sound.

【Alang clearly understood. ] Dansha complained in a low voice, 【Don't tell Uncle Hotch, Ah Lang is bad. 】

Humans become ghosts after death, no matter how difficult it is for humans and ghosts to communicate, including language, ghosts have a language system unique to ghosts, which is the so-called funeral script, Hotch can't understand it normally, but Wu Cong... this He already learned this inexplicable "foreign language" when he was still alive, and besides, the pronunciation of the funeral text does not express meaning, and there is no difference in nationality. It is absolutely unbelievable to say that Wu Cong did not understand Dansha.

Wu Cong nodded Dansha's little head, smiled lowly and cursed at the little thing whose elbows turned outward.

The cinnabar tail was wrapped around Wu Cong's finger, and transferred from the small socket on the collarbone to the frost-white hand, [Ah Lang is the worst. 】The little girl complained angrily to the bad-hearted old zongzi.

Wu Cong raised his eyebrows and asked amusedly, "Who made the potion for you to grow scales?" Otherwise, how could the scales on this little girl's head grow back so quickly.

Dansha froze for a moment, shook a few times decisively and wrapped it around Wu Cong's wrist in a circle, wrapped her tail around her little head, pretending that she hadn't done anything.

Wu Cong snorted and poked the little girl on her wrist, "You little weed."

Dansha trembled, then slipped into Wu Cong's sleeve again.

Wu Cong's body in the state of mind and soul is cool, like a piece of natural cold jade, which is very suitable for cooling cold-blooded animals in the hot and dry weather.

[Alang is bad! ] Dansha muttered in a low voice, 【Bad Ah Lang! 】

Wu Cong knocked on the little things that got into his clothes angrily, and couldn't help thinking about what kind of ecstasy soup Hotch poured into her. Obviously, he was the one who washed, cooked, and braided her every day, and it was also the one who told her bedtime stories at night. Myself, it didn't take long for me to be win over by others, I feel really sad when I think about it.

When Hotch got out of the shower, dried his hair, and changed into pajamas, he saw Wu Cong taking up the whole bed. The cover of the book in his hand should have been changed. Unfortunately, complicated Chinese is not in his ability. within range.

Seeing him approaching, Wu Cong moved deliberately to move him to a sleeping position. Hotch was so exhausted that he didn't care about it so much. He turned off the light and lifted the quilt to get in, thinking that Garcia was still muttering about it before. Hotel check-in precautions and fell asleep in a daze.

It stands to reason that the double bed in the hotel should not sleep on one side, otherwise there is a risk of sleeping with a ghost, but the one next to him is not a ghost, but it is not a living thing.

A ray of moonlight penetrated through the gap in the curtains, casting a pale light on the quilt. Wu Cong looked out of the window from the side, and faintly glimpsed a faint moonlight through the gap.

The moonlight was as pale as frost, reflecting a bleak and desolate scene, which for no reason made people feel a little bit sad, and also faintly carried a bit of coldness of weapons, and the edge of the moon halo seemed to be a bit red.

The red is so small that it is almost imperceptible, but it is as rich as the blood in the heart.

I want to see a very beautiful blood-colored full moon on the day when the moon is full.

Thinking of this, Wu Cong smiled softly, stretched out his hand to hold a handful of moonlight, the moonlight shone through his palm, and it seemed to hold a handful of clean and clear water in his translucent palm, a bright moon was reflected in the water.

The circle is not yet round, like white jade without flaws.