Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

On the spread handkerchief, the willow leaf is still as if it had just been plucked, and the green is as rich as flowing emeralds. This leaf comes from the weeping willow planted at the door, or in other words, from the weeping willow attached to Ghost.

Because of the ground veins under Wu Cong's apartment, the aura here is much thicker than other places, and it will naturally attract spirits and monsters to approach. Those little things dare not come to Wu Cong's yard, so they choose to stay On the nearby willow locust tree.

Hotch was almost taken away by these spirits when the seven ghost gates opened in July, which is enough to show that these spirits are not kind-hearted characters-indeed, kindness is often accompanied by conservativeness and caution, and dare to be in the Wu Cong Those who took root near the apartment at the risk of being killed did not lack greed and ambition to climb up.

On July [-], Hotch was rescued by Wu Cong. The ghosts still gave him a small mark. The human beings covered by Wu Cong, from now on, those spirits and monsters have settled down, for fear of offending Wu Cong and being completely wiped out by the old rice dumpling.

They want to become stronger, not court death.

"It's very similar, isn't it?" Wu Cong put two willow leaves together, they were both full of emerald green, and ordinary leaves couldn't show this kind of treacherous green at all.

"That means the murderer has been... watching us?" Hotch shook his head and overturned his speculation, "No, he doesn't behave like that."

"That's the one who got online recently." Wu Cong propped his chin and threw a few peanuts out of the fruit plate, and naturally took out the ring he got in the morning and changed the subject, "Was the barn owl's return gift yesterday nice?"

Hotch took a look at him and didn't answer him, just said, "This doesn't look like something a bird would find."

It doesn’t matter what kind of cans have rings and coins. This kind of ring inlaid with large gemstones is worth a lot of money just by looking at the ring craftsmanship, which is not the style that birds like.

"Of course you can't find an ordinary bird, but it's not an ordinary bird." Wu Cong said, "It's a magic messenger in the wizarding world, so of course we can find this kind of thing."

Wu Cong lifted the ring up, the sunlight shone on the blue gem, and Hotch clearly saw a trace of black air rising and dissipating.

"Curse." He reacted, "It feels the breath of curse."

"And it's an orthodox devil's curse." Wu Cong flipped the ring to reveal the family crest underneath, "I think Triton should be able to recognize which family it is."

Triton did. He recognized not only the crest, but also the gem by the way.

In the era of the Industrial Revolution, this ring belonged to the famous Phantomhive (Phantomhive) family of the British Empire. It appeared in an auction, and was finally auctioned off by a mysterious wealthy businessman at a high price.

"I'm pretty sure he's from Florence, though he's hiding it well," Triton said. "He's in the service of the Volturi family."

"Vampire?" Wu Cong confirmed calmly, he wasn't that surprised, or he would only be surprised if there were no dark creatures involved in this case.

"It's the royal family among vampires." Triton pouted, "It doesn't taste very good."

The souls of vampires don't taste very good. The long years have degraded their souls. Only a few of them can still maintain the essential deliciousness. But compared to humans, there is really no way to make the picky sea monsters arouse their appetite.

Wu Cong thanked Triton and looked at Hotch with a smile: "Are you interested in vampires?"

Hotch paused, and took a few seconds to digest the news that "vampires really exist". In fact, this is not so unexpected. There have been ghosts, wizards, and sirens. The person on the opposite side couldn't be regarded as a human being, so what's the big deal about so many vampires.

Anyway, vampires don't accidentally destroy a forest park.

Wu Cong held the teacup with an innocent expression on his face, feeling that he might have been accidentally slandered just now.

"So the murderer's accomplice is a vampire?" Hotch said. "The purpose?"

"Maybe it's here to fight the autumn wind." Wu Cong said lazily, "Whether it's a mirror of the world or a human helmet, they are all good things that are generally not available."

"It is estimated that the descendants below have made their own decisions." Triton added on the phone, "The elders of Volturi are very shrewd, and besides, they are busy tearing up next year's business during this period, so they will not do anything to you Take advantage of it now."

Otherwise, why do you think Triton has to rush back to Europe before Christmas? Before the festival is the busiest time for various meetings, and he, the neutral host, is missing during the wrangling of various forces. Probably the wizard, the vampire, and the royal family of Wesson The forces on the other side can start a big battle directly.

"It's best to go your way to solve the problem." Triton continued, "Volturi is still quite afraid of the forces in the East."

Can you not be afraid, all those who entered China illegally without reporting because of their longevity and ability have all disappeared without a trace. The few Chinese people in charge of diplomacy looked dignified, young and promising, but their faces were full of sternness Their aura makes them feel dangerous instinctively—not because of their strength or weakness, but because of the feeling that a mouse encounters a cat and a natural enemy interacts with each other.

Well, the person in charge of China's Special Affairs Diplomatic Team is either from orthodox Maoshan Longhushan or a buddhist since he was a child. All of them look at the fairy wind, kindness, kindness, and take off their suits. They are all full-time monsters.

"Well, I see." Wu Cong hung up the phone, and another call went to Mian, who was busy fishing for big fish with a long line, trying to catch the big insider who was lurking in the country through the little thief under his hands. The thief was caught, and after hearing Wu Cong's news, he didn't even want to throw a set of contact information to him to deal with the vampire himself, and he didn't forget to share some news to muddy the water, so that the fish who were already a little alert Son continued to swim.

With Wu Cong and Song Yu around, he wasn't worried about whether Zhao Shijing could be found. His focus now was to catch those well-hidden rats. They were old monsters who had lived too long. It is one thing not to care much about the change of dynasty, but it is another thing for someone under his command to betray the country.

While the old god was watching the suspects pretending to be calm and acting in front of him, he was planning to save their lives for a few more days, and wait for Wu Cong to die before doing anything, maybe they could get them sentenced to another sentence in hell several years.

The little secretary, who knew nothing about the twists and turns in Mian's heart, silently put another stack of documents on the desk-it's rare that Mian is willing to stay in the office all the time without skipping work, of course, he must hurry up to review The file is done.

After hanging up the phone, Wu Cong put away the contact information, and leaned on the table to supervise Hotch to drink the remaining half of the pot of porridge. It was only such a small pot, and Song Yu searched for half of it, "I can finish the cinnabar. " Wu Cong said, staring at the half bowl of porridge left in Hotch's bowl.

Hotch and Wu Cong looked at each other for a few seconds, and obediently lowered their heads to pick up the spoon. He is very weak now, and one of the side effects is that he can't taste any taste in his mouth. Compared with porridge, he now misses those spicy and exciting foods. Food, such as curry, or boiled fish.

Compared with Zhao Changle upstairs who drank cleanly and almost licked the bottom of the bowl, he died of drought and waterlogging.

"In two days, when you feel better, I'll cook spicy crab for you." Wu Cong comforted. As for Hotch's current situation where it's difficult to stand up, it's better to eat porridge honestly.

After drinking half a pot of porridge, Hotch inevitably felt a little bloated. Wu Cong leaned against him and rubbed his belly. Just at this time, the peanuts he threw out also came back, and the fat little men in red clothes held their heads high. A row of strangely shaped spirits crawled in from the window with their chests held high, shouted and pinned the spirits to the ground, and raised their heads to ask Wu Cong for credit.

"Good job." Wu Cong raised his hand and waved lightly, and the fat little man turned back into a peanut shape and scattered on the ground. The spirits lost their restraint but did not dare to move. For them, Wu Cong's breath in the room was the most The good shackles made them froze in place and shivered, with creaking noises from their throats.

Not all of them can speak.

Hotch glanced at the few spirits that were no bigger than his own hand: "When I came back that day, they kept calling my name?"

He still remembers the weird dream-like night he experienced, the inexplicable cold weather, the call that echoed in his ears, the willow tree with strange lethality, he didn't think it at the time, but now he thinks it's possible that Wu Cong came to save him I really can't come back.

"Yeah." Wu Cong nodded, "The yang energy in your body is a great tonic, and that day is Zhongyuan again."

The gate of hell is wide open, the moment when the yin energy is at its peak.

The season with the most yin energy is also the time when the fire on a person's body is the weakest. There are two fires on a person's shoulders. During the Hungry Ghost Festival, they will be extinguished when they turn their heads. At this time, they call people's names behind their backs, and when others turn their heads, they take the opportunity to blow out the fire on people's shoulders and take advantage of the situation.

If you get infected with this kind of spirit, you will get sick at least.

In fact, the yang energy in Hotch's body is now more and more nourished by the warmth of Jade Cong, and he himself is extremely weak because of the damage to his soul. Can't hide the greedy color.

The delicious yang qi, if eaten, can at least double the aura.

"Okay." Wu Cong lazily raised his hand and pushed the monsters into the floor, "Who will tell me what you did last night?"

"You came here uninvited in the middle of the night, there must be an explanation."

His tone was very peaceful, but it caused a few little monsters to cry on the spot, murmuring and murmuring something vaguely in their mouths.

In this way, it shows the strange calmness of the smallest spirit among them.

"If I tell you, will I still survive?" He asked, his voice was surprisingly pleasant under his wrinkled and unattractive appearance.

"I don't want to die yet."