Soul Eater

After the matter in Beitai Mountain was settled, Xiao Siming and the others rejected Boss Tao's offer to invite them to have supper, and returned home by car.

It was past eleven o'clock in the evening when I got home, and at this time, Ruan Yang had already washed up and went to bed.

He yawned and followed Xiao Siming sleepily.

Seeing him walking into the study, Xiao Siming couldn't help but frowned slightly: "What are you going to do?"

Ruan Yang was so sleepy that he spoke slowly, but he still remembered his job: "I'm going to... make a report."

Xiao Siming was like a worried parent, with "what to do if the child is too sensible, alas, it's so distressing" all over his face, his frown relaxed, and he said softly, "Go to sleep, leave this matter to others do it."

After finishing speaking, he held the back of Ruan Yang's head with his palm without any explanation, and urged him to go upstairs and return to his room.

Ruan Yang originally wanted to persevere, but couldn't hold back the heavy sleepiness, so he hesitated for less than three seconds before he raised his legs and went upstairs.

At the same time, Xiao Siming stopped Wei Xuan who was also about to go back to the room to wash and sleep.

Wei Xuan thought that Xiao Siming wanted to praise his performance today. After all, he was calm and calm when he was in trouble today, and indirectly maintained the peace between the heaven and the underworld.

He even thought flatteringly in his heart that no need for verbal praise, just give him a raise in salary.

So he leaned over with a silly and sweet look: "What's the matter, boss?"

However, Xiao Siming just glanced at him indifferently, and said in a deep voice: "Seeing that you are in good spirits, go and sort out today's report before going to sleep."

After that, he turned and went upstairs mercilessly.

Wei Xuan: "...??"

His expression changed from unbelievable to gradually solidified. Mo Yu passed by him, as if he had foreseen it long ago, and gave a cold "hum".

Mo Yu: "There is a human touch..."

Wei Xuan: "..."

Mo Yu: "The face is cold and the heart is hot..."

Wei Xuan: "..." Too much really.

Today is also the day when I want to resign from Xiao Siming.

Perhaps Wei Xuan's resentment was too strong, and Ruan Yang didn't sleep very well this time.

He doesn't usually dream much, but today he has several dreams in a row - this is the conclusion drawn from the constantly changing scenes.

He couldn't see clearly, there seemed to be a hazy filter in front of his eyes. For a while, there were red flowers swaying gently at his feet; It was a huge thing that barked at him, but he didn't feel afraid in the dream.

In the end, the scene was fixed in the dimly lit room, as if there were a lot of people sitting around, this time Ruan Yang could still hear the voices of those people talking, but it was intermittent and hard to hear clearly.

"... If not eliminated, the Three Realms will be destroyed in his hands sooner or later!"

"How did he appear here... It is not too late, we must put aside the grievances of the past and join hands to eradicate them."

Ruan Yang was confused when he heard it. He thought that maybe he had watched too many costume dramas before dreaming of these weird scenes.

But he couldn't help thinking: who are those people?Who are they going to eradicate?

He can't think clearly, and the more he thinks about it, the more bored he gets. He seldom has this kind of irritability, as if the people below say one more sentence, and he can't help but get angry.

His chest seemed to be tightly grasped by something, and it was very stuffy.

At the most depressing moment, Ruan Yang opened his eyes and looked out the window in a daze.

It didn't know when it started to rain outside, accompanied by lightning and thunder, and the rain was pattering against the windows.

No wonder it feels boring.

He was about to turn over and continue to fall asleep, when he suddenly heard a "knock knock" sound from the window, as if someone was knocking on his window.

Ruan Yang was startled, originally wanted to open the curtains to have a look, but suddenly remembered that it was on the third floor.

He silently said "It's okay, Mr. Xiao is next door", and he huddled under the blanket.

After more than half a minute, the voice rang twice again, very patiently.

He pursed his lips, and finally got the courage to open the curtain a crack.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a thunderclap, which made him tremble with fright.

The three-headed crow flapped its wings and stayed outside his window. Although it was raining heavily outside, it was completely dry, as if there was some enchantment around it.

Ruan Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and then remembered that it was nearly a month ago that he last saw this weird crow.

He opened the window: "Come in."

The six small black bean-like eyes of the three crows looked at him. For some reason, Ruan Yang felt that they were smiling at him.

After a while, one of the crows bent its head, pulled a feather from itself and held it in its mouth.

The head in the middle spoke, and it was an old male voice, like an experienced old man: "You take this feather and put it under the pillow."

Although he was a bit puzzled, Ruan Yang obediently caught the light black crow feather.

When he looked up again, the crows outside the window had disappeared, and the wind blew in some of the rain. Ruan Yang ignored his doubts and hurriedly closed the window.

He didn't know much about Shan Hai Jing. He didn't know that this bird that looked like a three-headed crow was a strange bird called "鹸鵌". It grew on Yiwang Mountain and liked to tease others. The three birds shared a The body, people will not have nightmares if they wear its feathers.

Sure enough, Ruan Yang slept soundly in the second half of the night, and those annoying dreams never came out to harass him again.

When I woke up, it was already sunny outside.

After Ruan Yang washed up as usual, he pulled on his slippers and was whetted by the tantalizing aroma in the kitchen.

Xiao Siming was sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper, with a cup of steaming coffee in his hand, and the three-headed crow stood quietly on his shoulder.

Ruan Yang ran over in a good mood and greeted vigorously: "Good morning, Mr. Xiao!"

Xiao Siming asked warmly, "How did you sleep last night?"

Ruan Yang recalled: "It's pretty good." He doesn't remember anything, and he has almost forgotten the strange dream in the first half of the night.

Xiao Siming smiled, the corners of his mouth were not too curved, but it was very exciting.

Ruan Yang touched his vaguely enthusiastic face with the back of his hand, left a sentence "I'll help in the kitchen", and ran away like a rabbit.

Xiao Da looked at his back, and suddenly said: "He is recovering soon."

Xiao Er's voice sounded like a charming woman: "But the seal hasn't been released yet."

Xiao Siming responded, "We'll go get the first key when Kunlun sends a message."

He bowed his head and continued to read the mountain and sea tabloids in his hand. In fact, he had no interest in this newspaper before, and at most used it to cushion the corner of the table. Impermanence does things, so I read every issue of the newspaper.

The newspaper is divided into two issues, and the two issues are delivered together. As expected, this time "Shanhai Today News" has added a new section.

Xiao Siming looked at the position that originally belonged to "Today's Toutiao" and suddenly changed to "Missing Person Notice". There were four huge characters lying there, making people wonder what to say.

In addition to the previous issue, the Shanhai Tabloid in the next issue also published a missing person notice.

Xiao Siming put the two newspapers together and looked at them coldly, wishing he could go to the underworld to catch Hei Wuchang and beat him up.

The two worlds of heaven and hell have been entangled with each other for thousands of years, with endless grievances and resentments, and each has set up an eyeliner in the other's camp. If one side makes a move, the other side will make corresponding adjustments almost immediately.

I saw the newspaper in the last issue read:

[Looking for a man whose age is unknown. He must have a tall and stalwart figure, a handsome appearance, a vigorous body, an open mind, and an ambition to conquer the world.If anyone in the know knows his whereabouts, they can send a letter to No. 3, Group 12, Wangchuan Riverside, Huangquan Road. Thank you very much! ! 】

The next issue of the newspaper is:

[Looking for a man whose age is unknown, but this man has a vicious heart and means, and is extremely lethal. Wherever he goes, he will definitely lead to wars and chaos, and will cause disasters in the future. Please also send letters to Penglai Mountain 2 from people in the know seat. 】

Putting these two newspapers together, it was clearly the initial confrontation between the heaven and the underworld, but it was hard to tell that they were looking for the same person.

Xiao Siming looked away and glanced at Ruan Yang who was in a hurry in the kitchen.

Ruan Yang was oblivious to his gaze, Gaozong asked him to add an appropriate amount of water to the pot, but he was not sure what the appropriate amount was, so he carefully added a bowl into it.

Then came a familiar sound from the kitchen—"Boom!"

The newly bought pot bid farewell to its short pot life and was laid off early.

Xiao Siming: "..." Probably only the extremely lethality is barely matched.

He rubbed the space between his brows, and heaved a sigh of relief in frustration.

With Ruan Yang's current state, even if he was asked to stand in front of Yan Luo in the Tenth Palace, he might not be recognized.

So he thought very fortunately at this moment: Fortunately, it is Heiwuchang.

After Hei Wuchang went back that day, he worried for a long time. Now it seems that with the IQ that the other party owes, he should be able to break the seal for Ruan Yang before he is found.

After that, it would be better to be kinder to Old Freak Xue.

Heiwuchang, who is about to be treated friendly by Xiao Siming for the first time:? ?

Heiwuchang: I feel cheated :)

When Ruan Yang came out of the kitchen with the surviving breakfast, he found that Mr. Xiao seemed a little happy for some reason.

It looked as if something had been resolved.

He couldn't think of the reason, but he couldn't help being happy too.

At this moment, Wei Xuan came down from upstairs, with two huge dark circles under his eyes, and a tired look on his face.

Ruan Yang asked him caringly: "Brother Wei, what did you do last night?"

It was fine if he didn't ask, but when he asked, Wei Xuan's eyes suddenly filled with resentment, he secretly glanced at Xiao Siming, and sat down at the dining table with an expression of daring to be angry, humming like a mosquito: "... Insomnia. "

Ruan Yang didn't think much about it, he looked around and asked, "Where's Brother Yu?"

Xiao Siming replied softly from the side: "Water the flowers at the door."

Ruan Yang scratched his ears, thinking that although Mo Yu was a little reticent, he was really hardworking.

Diligent Mo Yu is standing in front of the gate and watering the flowers.

He didn't want to water this flower, he just didn't want to go in and see Xiao Siming and Ruan Yang messing around.

Although the two of them hadn't done anything yet, in his eyes it was messing around.

Listening to the laughter coming from the house, Mo Yu's action of watering the flowers became more and more melancholy.

A familiar car drove up in the distance, and Boss Cao carefully helped an old woman get out of the car.

Seeing Mo Yu, he greeted him politely: "Master, is Master Xiao at home?"

Mo Yu looked at him silently, and pointed to the room.

Boss Cao gave him a strange look, thinking why this master is a little strange today, but he still said respectfully, "Thank you."

The two walked in, and after seeing Xiao Siming, Boss Cao nodded politely to Xiao Siming, and then introduced to the old woman beside him: "Mom, this is the master who saved our family. "

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