The partner of the monster catcher is the fox monster

"Standing so far away is afraid that I will eat you?" Yin Huai stopped his hands and raised his eyes to look at him, with a cool tone.

The eyes of the two collided, and Yin Huai's eyes were full of half-smiles.

Song Yun was shocked, and immediately came back to his senses: "No, it's not..."

Yin Huai chuckled lightly: "Then come and sit down, there is something for you to see."

Song Yun's heartbeat was speeding up and his face was burning, and his heart was very empty. The other empty sofa next to him was obviously the best choice.

However, he just took a step towards the side of the sofa, and heard Yin Huai's voice saying unhurriedly: "Do you want me to sit there?"

Song Yun smiled dryly, and sat beside Yin Huai obediently.

They kept a short distance from him very deliberately, and their hearts still beat uncontrollably.

Seeing him coming, Yin Huai waved his fingers, and an upside-down glass on the table moved to Song Yun by himself.

"This is..." Song Yun didn't know why, and just about to ask, he suddenly saw something moving in the cup.

He blinked and moved his body closer, only to see a small almost transparent light gray shadow inside, circling impatiently like a gecko trapped in a glass bottle.

There was only this one light turned on in the room, the light was deep and dim, just now the distance was far away, Song Yun only thought that there was a glass on the table, and didn't notice that there was such a small thing inside.

Song Yun reached out and knocked on the cup, and the little thing inside stopped immediately, lying on the side of the cup and pretending to be dead.

"Where did you find such a small crippled soul?" He was a little curious, even if it was a little ghost whose soul was compatible, as long as there was no resentment in his body, it would dissipate on his own within seven days, let alone just one crippled soul, let alone this one. A small thing about the size of a gecko, even a human being, will be wiped out in a few hours after a soul is moved out.

Moreover, this remnant soul is at most the size of a gecko, and it is difficult for such a small thing to produce a soul.

After Yin Huai had finished peeling the apple, he cut off a piece and stabbed it with a knife and handed it to him. He replied calmly, "I caught it on your bed."

Song Yun didn't know how to get that piece of apple. Hearing what Yin Huai said, his hand froze in the middle of the way: "Where..."

Yin Huai sent the apple to him very considerately, then rolled his eyes, as if afraid that he would not understand, looked at him, and said word by word: "You, bed, go."

Song Yun didn't even know what color his face should be now.

He held the apple in his hand, still froze in mid-air, and asked stutteringly, "You...have you gone to the bedroom?"

"Your questioning angle is very unique." Yin Huai hooked the corners of his lips, lowered his head and cut an apple for himself, and then replied unhurriedly: "To be precise, I entered the door from the bedroom."

Song Yun couldn't believe it: "...you came in from the bedroom? The door?"

Yin Huai nodded as it should: "Or do you think I'm not qualified to walk through walls?"

"..."

It's just the bedroom, obviously it's not a sensitive topic, but for some reason, Song Yun felt ashamed when he talked about this topic with Yin Huai.

He coughed awkwardly, and decided to ignore such details for now. After all, none of the spells he cast in the room could stop such a monster.

Then, before things got even weirder, he changed the subject: "How could such a small cripple come here?"

The repression in the community is threefold inside and outside. Ordinary little ghosts would not dare to step in, let alone such a little thing that doesn't even have a soul.

"It's only such a small remnant soul that can crawl here." Yin Huai glanced at the evil spirit bell that Song Yun was pressing in the corner of the room, "Isn't a small thing that can't ring a bell suitable for crawling in?"

After he finished speaking, he paused, turned his head to look at Song Yun, and added, "I just found it under your pillow."

"Under my... pillow?" Song Yun couldn't help but leaned over to look at the broken soul again.

It doesn't matter if it appears in the house, there can be a reason for this little thing that is less important than a piece of goose feather to appear anywhere, but the word "pillow" is very sensitive to such a poor person.

Sleeping at night without defense, the aura of body protection will be weaker. When encountering stronger ghosts, monks with keen five senses can quickly detect and deal with them, but such small things are different.Without the soul, the soul itself is more ethereal and invisible, and it is easier to invade the body, and sometimes it will be directly sucked in by the soul if it is close.

And the Lingfu is just behind the neck, such a small thing is hidden under the pillow, whether it is sucked in or drilled in by itself, it can make people feel nothing at all.

But in fact, such a small thing should not appear there. There is aura from monks between the pillows and mats. Ordinary little ghosts and monsters will not take the initiative to provoke it. This one is obviously uncharacteristic—in a word, it The possibility of being manipulated is very high.

Song Yun felt a little scared when he thought of this, his back felt hairy for a while, and he thought it would be better to find out what this little thing was trying to do.

Seeing the expression on Song Yun's face, Yin Huai knew that this was what he was thinking about, so he moved the little thing out of the glass with a fingertip, "I've finished reading it, if you want to ask anything, just ask, He leaned back very casually as he said, "Don't worry about life and death, it's useless to keep it anyway."

"..." Song Yun always felt that this sentence sounded weird.

Such a little thing can't speak, can't hear, and doesn't have much mind. Of course, Song Yun didn't expect to be able to ask anything, so he made a spell with his hands and urged a curse to reveal everything it saw.

This guy can roughly be regarded as a driving recorder, and the image that emerges in mid-air is also played backwards, so the first thing you see is how it "drills" out of the pillow step by step, and then "retreats" out of bed.

It "walked backwards" in a rather sloppy way, weird and even a little funny, Song Yun pursed his lower lip and looked at it as if watching a farce, but soon, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and the gap between his brows With a slight retraction, the fingering changed to move the image back a little—what he didn't expect was that before going to bed, he had also been on the table, touched the mission recorder, and cleared all the contents inside very skillfully.

That's interesting.

Yin Huai laughed, and commented leisurely at the side: "It seems that you saw something you shouldn't see, and some people don't want you to remember it."

Song Yun shrugged helplessly. Now it seems that this is indeed the case. The purpose of this little thing climbing up and down is very clear, and it can be regarded as well-trained.

"But my recorder was just detained yesterday afternoon. This one is only new, and I have never used it just now."

"This shows that his master can't be regarded as a standard traitor." Yin Huai said, shaking his finger, the image in mid-air quickly moved forward, and then got stuck when it just leaned out of the wall, and could no longer move forward. before.

"What else do you want to ask?" Yin Huai turned to him and asked.

Song Yun shook his head, before he could say the word "no", Yin Huai suddenly snapped his fingers, and everything in the air disappeared.

"..."

Yin Huai continued to cut the apples unhurriedly, as if nothing had happened, and handed him another small piece.

The movements are calm and casual, and it doesn't look like he is going to say goodbye in a short time.

But after the thing disappeared, the room suddenly became extremely silent, but Song Yun's heartbeat chose to uncontrollably start to speed up at this time, and the clear heartbeat in his ears made Song Yun feel at a loss as to what to do, an apple in his mouth would bite Don't know how to chew.

While looking at his watch, he thought of excuses in his heart, but the time was really embarrassing, whether it was late or early, and it happened to be time for dinner, he really couldn't think of anything to invite Yin Huai away and he didn't have to go out with him statement.

"Are you... do you have nothing to do tonight?" Song Yun had nothing to say, and wanted to find some other starting point from it.

Yin Huai threw the fruit cores in his hand into the trash can next to him, then took a tissue to wipe his hands leisurely, corrected him and said, "It's not that there's nothing wrong, it's nothing at all."

Song Yun: "..."

As a result, Yin Huai suddenly leaned over and put his arm on the back of the sofa next to Song Yun.

Song Yun didn't even know how the distance between the two of them suddenly became so close. When he saw Yin Huai's face so close, his heart jumped wildly in an instant.

A malicious smile appeared in Yin Huai's eyes: "It's rare that both of us are so free, why don't you tell me why you've been avoiding me a while ago? Huh?"

Especially the last sound, with Yin Huai's smirking expression and a nasal voice with a smile, Song Yun stood up from the sofa, turned his head and smiled dryly at him: "I'd still treat you to dinner Bar."