Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The first floor of the apartment is a storage room. All kinds of things are placed on shelves and boxes. They can’t be categorized into categories. The things that came over showed the mystery below.

"You are really..." Song Yu looked at the shining jade under the pile of debris and couldn't help but click her tongue at Wu Cong's big handwriting, "No wonder Tianjizi always wants to knock something from you."

Under this ordinary apartment, Wu Cong pressed an entire ground vein, which is a whole line. One must know that the foundation of Xuanmen for thousands of years is only a few dozen ground veins to support thousands of disciples, and Wu Cong monopolizes the whole It's no wonder that a pure-hearted ascetic is also unbalanced in his heart.

"Don't talk nonsense, come here to help." Wu Cong carefully placed Hotch in his arms on the Yingying jade stone. The spirit stone bred by the earth veins has the purest spiritual energy in the world, and he carefully introduced it into Hotch's body.

Hotch no longer has the strength to think about what happened, whether his sudden departure will affect BAU's handling of cases, etc. The pain and weakness that are completely beyond the tolerance of ordinary people make him almost unable to stay awake, as if his brain is frozen, let alone After thinking about it, it takes all the strength in my body to turn around a little bit.

The curse is trying to take away his shadow, his three souls and seven souls.

Song Yu also knew that this was a serious matter, so she rolled up her sleeves and started to help, with her palm on Hotch's head, half-closed her eyes, and softly hummed an unknown tune.

There are no lyrics, and the voice is low and hoarse and clear, like the sound of bells and drums, the song when three animals and five tripods are sacrificed to the gods, and the blue smoke is endless.

Hotch's restless shadow scurrying around slowed down during the singing, which made Hotch feel better, he had very little strength left, so he didn't waste such a little effort to open his eyes, just tried his best to tell clearly What Wu Cong can feel.

"Light, its power comes from light."

The curse is attached to the shadow, and the shadow is derived from the light. The stronger the light, the thicker the shadow, and the dimmer the light, the thinner the shadow. When the light disappears, the shadow disappears, and everything returns to darkness. , like a drop of water returned to the sea, it can never be found again.

"Light..." Wu Cong repeated, making complicated gestures between his fingers. For the cold and cold old rice dumpling, it is very difficult for him to create warm sunshine, but replacing light with darkness can be said to be his Old business.

The ink-colored black tide gushed out from all directions, just like knocking a bottle of ink over the paper, and all the handwriting was covered by the ink in an instant, and the original appearance could no longer be seen.

This is true darkness, the light is completely swallowed, the feet, the top of the head, and even the air are all contaminated by this darkness. Song Yu's voice did not stop, but he moved slightly uncomfortably. He can no longer see anything. , there was only complete darkness in front of him, although he could still sense the existence of Wu Cong and Hotch, but that existence became extremely blurred, and at a certain moment he felt that even he was swallowed by that darkness, and he could not sense his own exist.

The darkness swallowed the shadow, a drop of ink fell into the sea, the ink overflowed, the curse above the shadow was inevitably spread, a momentary gap was enough, Wu Cong forcibly tore a cloud of gray mist from the darkness.

At the same time, Hotch couldn't help letting out a distorted scream. This was a completely unconscious behavior. His body couldn't handle the pain at all, so the nature deprived him of consciousness and let him fall into a coma. in the state.

Wu Cong held the cloud of mist in his hands, and he was not in a hurry to wipe it out, but put it into a jade bottle, making up his mind to study it carefully, so as not to be as flustered as he is now when he bumps into it next time .

Not every time he can find a helper like Song Yu who can directly start from the essence of the soul to stabilize the connection between the soul and the body in time.

The darkness receded slowly under his command, and Hotch's shadow under the glow of the earth vein spirit stone was obviously darker and fuzzier than Wu Cong and Song Shark, which meant that his soul was hurt, and he was bound to be seriously ill and weak for a long time after waking up , It takes a long time to recover.

Wu Cong picked him up and walked upstairs, thinking about the prescriptions and food for recuperating the body, and how to dig out the elder in Shennong Valley who was addicted to games under the name of retreat to make alchemy.

Song Yu, who was thrown in the storage room, shrugged helplessly. He didn't care about his old friend's behavior of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge. All kinds of odds and ends add up to a lot of value. The most advantageous point of an ancient monk like Wu Cong is the abundance of inventory. Many treasures that have disappeared now are randomly piled up in the storage room, probably I thought it was useless and I was too lazy to deal with it, so it just left it moldy.

Well, Song Yu's own storage room has a similar style of painting.

But after all, Wu Cong's age(?) is a bit older than Song Yu's, so when he was packing up, Song Yupo saw some good things that made him a little bit excited, thinking about doing business with Wu Cong some other day, and getting it back, just to give it to his family for human use.

After tidying up the things in the storage room, she patted the dust that didn't exist on her hands, and Song Yu leisurely paced up the third floor with her hands behind her back. At this time, Zhao Changle was already fast asleep, curled up slightly and wrapped tightly in the quilt like a big silkworm baby , the messy hair on the top of the quilt, just looking at Song Yu, can imagine the scene of this person trying to use pomade to suppress the dull hair with a frowning face tomorrow morning.

"You're back..." Zhao Changle dazedly opened his eyes and yawned, then voluntarily slipped into Old Xianyu's arms and rubbed, "Are you all right?"

"It's nothing." Song Yu rubbed the human's hair. It wasn't soft. The short hair was slightly hard and a little thorny. It looked like a human being who was tough and full of vitality.

"Go to sleep."

Zhao Changle didn't ask any more questions, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

He's a smart guy who always knows what to ask and what to stop.

Downstairs, Wu Cong put the unconscious Hotch on the bed, and arranged a series of protective formations around the bed. After confirming that it was safe and that he would wake up after a while, he breathed a long sigh of relief and realized that his hand was a little bit shake.

The open palm was full of blood, including under the nails. The blood and rotting liquid from the zombie gave off an unpleasant smell. Looking down, there was probably nothing on him that could be considered clean. Sewage was dripping down from the corner of his clothes, and he could pull off a few pieces of rotten meat that had dried up when he stroked his hair. Even if he didn't look in the mirror, he knew that his current appearance was probably extremely sloppy and ugly, so sloppy that he felt My whole body is uncomfortable.

Although he is not considered a clean freak, he has always been insensitive to the dirty Wu Cong. He didn't notice it just now when he was anxious. Now that he noticed it, he couldn't bear it at all. He almost rushed into the bathroom with a teleportation speed, followed by the sound of water splashing la rang.

After a few seconds, the sound of water stopped, and the bathroom door opened a small crack, and a few paper figurines came out along the crack of the door, carrying rags, basins, etc. according to the division of labor, and began to scrub the floor.

A few others climbed onto the bed holding soft brocade handkerchiefs and carefully helped Hotch wash his hands and face, took off his coat, shoes and socks and covered him with a quilt, serving them thoughtfully and attentively.

The sound of water in the bathroom rang for nearly an hour. Wu Congzai carefully cleaned up the blood and stains on his body. In the second form, Xiao Baituanzi walked back and forth among the zombies several times without clothes on, and his hair was completely wet. , which means that apart from the clothes, head, hands and other exposed parts of the human form suffering, the inside is not much better. As soon as the clothes are taken off, the eyeballs or fingers that don't know which corpse belong to, are hot. It took a long time to wash it with water.

Clothes are no longer available, so Wu Cong burned them all clean, took out a bathrobe from the cabinet and put it on, her hair was wet and stuck to her scalp, to be honest, thinking about what they had been in contact with, Wu Cong would be ashamed The urge to shave your hair.

After tidying himself up, Wu Cong pushed the door open and walked out of the bathroom. The little paper figurines outside had already wiped the floor, and they were laid flat on the table in a neat stack, waiting to be used next time.

Hotch was breathing steadily on the bed, frowning slightly uncomfortable, and the creases between his brows tended to deepen.

After Wu Cong looked at his situation again, he made a phone call to Mian. First, he told the other party what happened today, so that his search preparations could be more directional, and second, he asked the other party to help Hotch take a leave of absence. Looking at the other party's current situation, it is estimated that he will have to lie down for at least three or four days before he can get out of bed and move around.

Hang up the phone and then make a call to Triton in Europe. He doesn't need to mention anything, just a brief talk about the danger he encountered today is enough to convince him to find a way to transfer BAU from this case.

Triton trusts his human ability to solve crimes, but this does not mean that he can rest assured that the other party will face a character who is proficient in ancient Egyptian curses and almost fell into the trick of Wu Cong. There are so many cases in the United States all the time. In the case of Hotch's leave, as long as he works a little harder for the higher-ups, he can keep his own humans away from danger, and Triton has no reason to refuse.

Two phone calls solved the worries for the future, Wu Cong sighed and put the phone away, got up and went to the kitchen to bring a small pottery pot back.

Stew a chicken soup first to calm down the turbulent mood.