Please follow the doctor's advice

On this day, the wind was sunny and the sky was clear. Bai Wutu took out the calendar and looked at it: Oh, isn't this the day when the fair is held?

He shuffled the change and coins from the drawer to his body: "Xiao Liu, it's okay for you to spend a while by yourself? I'll go to the demon market and come back before dark to take over."

Xiao Liu raised his head from the magazine, his nimble little nose twitched: "I smell a bit evil today, you should come out earlier."

"Hey, it's okay. The gate of the two worlds opens frequently. It's normal to let out some evil spirits. In winter, the stove still runs out of heat." Bai Wutu didn't care, folded a strong cloth bag and put it in the In the pocket, "Xiao Liu, where did you say the old bookstall was last time?"

Xiao Liu thought about it for a while: "Go straight in, it's quite a long way, and it's near the end. The book seller is a dryad. When you smell it, you will... huh?"

Bai Wutu: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Liu muttered to himself in a trance: "I seem to remember what you smelled like a few days ago."

Xiao Liu can smell many smells that ordinary people can't smell or distinguish, but Bai Wutu's sense of smell is at the level of ordinary people, and she can't understand her joy of smelling scents and knowing people: "Think slowly, I'll go first It's gone!"

The first day of the collection is the day when there are the most small merchants and hawkers. Some specialize in business and set up stalls to resell, and some take out good things that have been saved for a month to barter. Red, orange, yellow, green, everything, and some The demon didn't even bother to change into a human form, so he ran out to go shopping.

When people come to the demon market, it is similar to the market where demons come to the human world. The only difference is that people may not recognize the demons, but most of the demons here can smell that Baiwutu is a human.

He was a little cautious at first, and walked around those crowded places, and he felt nothing unusual when he walked, so he simply slowed down and looked carefully.

Most of the popular and eye-catching stalls are opened by professional vendors. They occupy a good position early and place the stalls at the entrance of the market. If you need it, or if you don’t mix it well, take what you have and exchange it for some money.

Walking along the White House Road, I even saw the poor little demon selling stones and shells, but there was still no sign of the dryad.This tree spirit won't come out of the stall, right?

He looked forward, and there were not many stalls left in front, and then looked back, there were many behind him that he hadn't looked at carefully all the way just now—should we go back and have a look?

Just as Baiwutu couldn't make up his mind, a thin old man walked up to him, dressed in plain clothes, holding a rope in his dry hand, and the other end of the rope was holding a wooden plank with four wheels on it. .

The things on the wooden boards are heavy, piles of piles, which look like books at a glance.

Bai Wutu touched the cloth bag in his pocket and thought, it's you, carry a pile back later!

The old man found an open space and started setting up a stall. Bai Wutu pretended to just pass by: "Master, how do you sell this book?"

The old man raised his eyes and looked at him, as if he was trying to distinguish whether Baiwutu was a human or a demon, and said, "One piece for one yuan."

Bai Wutu picked up the books he had put out and flipped through them, "Things You Didn't Know About Fengyue in the Demon World", "The Years when Immortal Panshi Was Built as a Brick in the Bathhouse", "The Place Where My Bird Lived" Place", "Where does the vortex under the sea come from", and turned a few copies, all of which were missing pages. He seemed surprised and said: "Hey, some of these are missing pages, and you can still sell one piece?"

The old man was already poor enough, but the one who started his business was even poorer than him.He didn't even bother to raise his eyelids: "One yuan is still expensive? If there are no missing pages, I won't sell them here."

Bai Wutu looked at the break, and sure enough, like the previous book, a few pages were torn off at critical moments. Maybe the murderer of these books is the same person as Xiao Liu's book!Bai Wutu coughed, and whispered furtively: "Hey, sir, do you have any unriped ones here? It's okay to pay more."

The old man looked up at him, and Bai Wutu returned a tacit look.

The old man nodded imperceptibly, as if he understood what he meant, and the flame of hope ignited vigorously in Bai Wutu's heart.

Old man: "No."

Bai Wutu: "..." Nodding without you!If this is outside, I won't throw your stall away!

Old man: "But I have something else here, do you want it?"

Baiwutu is furious, but the demon market has its own rules, so if there is trouble here, he will not be able to get out.He put his ear closer immediately: "What's there? Take it out and have a look?"

The old man beckoned, opened a pocket on the board for him, and let him stick his head in.

When you look inside the White House, you can tell it's a bag full of dust bottles.He was really surprised this time: "So many?"

The old man blinked at him with eyelids as dry as old tree bark: "They're all collected. You can't pick and choose which one you grab. It costs one dollar a bottle, do you want it?"

The book is just a description of words, but the dust bottle has sound and pictures. You said that these monsters have a estrus period every three days, like the wolf monster, and it lasts for several months. If this part is stored in the bottle... Anyway No matter how incomprehensible it is, it will be more aggrieved than a book with its pages torn. Bai Wutu touched his pocket and counted the tickets: "Five!"

The old man took the money, opened his pocket, and left a space where he could only put one hand in.This is really a job of chance, Bai Wutu felt this and that through the bag, praying in his heart that no strange memory would come out, when he hooked his finger, he suddenly caught a rope.

He lifted up the bunch of bottles, the old man counted them, and unmercifully untied one: "Six, take apart one to find exactly five, take it! Look after it and come again!"

The bottle was no more than one finger thick, and was strung with a rope made of old flowered cloth. Baiwutu walked back excitedly with his pockets in hand, and suddenly saw a circle of demons in human form in front of a stall. Each of them held a stack of hundred-yuan bills in their hands and wanted to squeeze in.

Hey, what is this thing that is so in short supply, making monsters line up and rush to pay?

Baiwutu doesn't have that much money, so it's definitely not affordable, and the things sold here may not be things that people can use, but people always have the psychology of watching the excitement!With agility, he jumped onto a higher platform two or three times, and looked towards the place surrounded by his head.

There are simple small jewelry boxes on the booth, which don't seem to be very valuable.A little demon went through the crowd to buy one, and happily opened the lid of the box—the piece of rope exposed under the lid made Bai Wutu's face change at first glance, and then he looked at the stall owner, it was amazingly Pan Tong, the captain of the Ghost Security Bureau who escaped from under his nose with a water talisman!

After untying the rope from the wolf demon, they took it for research and found that the rope sold by Pantone was integrated with a small magic circle, which penetrated the loopholes in the barrier of the demon security bureau to isolate the demon energy. the goal of.The principle is simple, but it can be of great help to demons, because once this rope is tied to their hands, how many demons who have committed crimes and harmed people can quietly return to the human world, let alone how many demons can do it. After breaking the law, he ran away without anyone noticing!

The small boxes on the stall were reduced one by one, and Pantone's movements were quick and quick. It seemed that he wanted to sell them out quickly and leave. Bai Wutu didn't have time to go back and call for help.When he came to the demon market, he naturally didn't bring any law enforcement tools with him. He might not be Pan Tong's opponent in a single fight, and with so many red-eyed demons surrounding Pan, it's not certain who he will help when the time comes.

He had seen the speed of Pantone's escape before, and Bai Wutu didn't dare to startle the snake. He watched him sell all the jewelry boxes at the stall, and stuffed the money into a bag with a roll of cloth from the stall.

The one surnamed Pan walked on the ground, and Bai Wutu walked on the edge of the wall with his waist bowed. The demon city was bustling with people, but no one noticed him.

Seeing that the gate to the human world is approaching, as long as the person surnamed Pan leaves this gate, Bai Wutu can immediately set off a signal flare to ask for support. Although this guy can escape water, he can't even escape the ground, right?And he seemed to have to follow the pre-planned route, otherwise he wouldn't have escaped along the same drain as the kid who was caught last time, and hit his head on the mask.

As long as he goes out of this door... Bai Wutu pressed his hand on the ignition fuse of the flare.After he released the signal, he only needs to hold off Pan for a while, and soon the nearest colleagues will arrive to arrest this guy and bring him to justice!

Pan Tong didn't intend to go to the gate of the human world at all. He turned around and walked towards the gate of the ghost world.

Bai Wutu: "..."

When people enter the ghost world, they are ordered to stay outside.How dare this guy walk in like that?What has he been researching in the Ghost Security Bureau all these years?If he can really freely enter and exit the world of humans and ghosts, jump out if he wants to commit crimes, and hide in if he wants to avoid the limelight, wouldn't they be able to catch him anymore?

Bai Wutu had no choice but to jump up and shouted, "Captain Pan!"

The surname Pan was guilty of being a thief, and immediately ran away. While running, he turned his head and saw that Bai Wutu was standing there alone. He stopped before entering the gate of the ghost world.

Now it's Bai Wutu's turn to be agitated... If he really wanted to fight, he might not be beaten to the ground by Pan, but this guy shouldn't have more than one head down, right?

Pan Tong looked around, made sure that Bai Wutu was alone, turned around and took two steps back.

It's over, maybe he really lowered his head more than once.Or even some other means?On the way to the white house, he remained calm, but he already missed his parents, grandparents, and grandparents in his heart.

There was a distance of more than ten meters between the two, and Pan Tong asked with a slippery tone of a villain: "Captain Bai, what do you want me to do?"

If others meet him, they can still pretend to be an acquaintance to say hello, but Bai Wutu saw him running away at the scene of the crime with his own eyes. In addition to his obvious absconding behavior just now, he stayed and asked Bai Wutu if he was there. It's definitely not a good idea.

Bai Wutu wanted to delay time: "You, what did you sell just now?"

"What am I selling, you won't be able to see it?" Pan Tong unhurriedly took something out of his pocket, "You don't even need those ropes, but you can use this one, Captain Bai, you come and see?"

There was no movement in his hand, but a black shadow suddenly appeared, flying towards the white house like an arrow from the string.Bai Wutu knew that these were most likely Gu worms that would find someone by themselves, and it was useless to hide aside, so he simply turned around and ran towards the gate of the human world. There was a glimmer of life, but unexpectedly when he turned around, he suddenly saw a familiar figure.

In the blink of an eye, the same white mask as last time was issued from this person's hand, completely enveloping the two of them. The moment the black shadow touched the mask, it collapsed into the air, and even a trace of blue smoke Neither was left.

Captain Pan gave Zheng Fuhu a bitter look, turned around and ran away, and the gate of the ghost world opened a crack to let him in, as if welcoming him home.

"Director Zheng? Why are you here?" Bai Wutu was first surprised that the surnamed Pan was able to enter the ghost world with his life, and then remembered Zheng Fuhu who suddenly appeared behind him, and asked, "Did you just come here to see the demon city?"

Zheng Fuhu pulled him by the shoulders and turned the man around twice, stretched Bai Wutu's arms and legs to see if they were in good condition, and then almost roared, "How can you chase him with your bare hands? He is a dangerous man , You don’t want money, don’t you know!”

Bai Wutu: "..."

Even though there was no one around, it was embarrassing for such a big man to be reprimanded in public. He blushed and argued thickly, "I didn't know I would meet him here? There is no weather forecast here!"

Zheng Fuhu was still angry, and his voice was so loud that Baiwutu's ears were ringing: "Won't you protect yourself first when you meet him? Let him sell the rope if he sells it. What are you following! Can you subdue him if you keep up with him! Why don't you give him his life to raise those things!"

Bai Wutu was taken aback for a moment, and the poor dwarf turned his head in arrogance, and said falteringly: "No...you, how do you know he sells rope here?"

Zheng Fuhu glared at him: "How dare you talk back?"

Bai Wutu couldn't figure it out: "Is it a cable newspaper? Then why didn't you bring some people? Besides, you came earlier? Let him run away!"

Zheng Fuhu took him by the arm and dragged him towards the gate of the human world: "Run away this time! How can he spend so much money with him? Once he goes in, he will definitely come out again!"

Unwilling to just watch the wanted criminal get away with it, Bai Wutu tried his best not to go out: "Hey, don't rush away, aren't you a spirit beast? Can you enter the ghost world?"

"What's the use of going in? You thought he was playing hide-and-seek, and he was still standing behind the door waiting for me to catch him? I don't know how far he has run! Come out for me!" Zheng Fuhu dragged him out sideways by the waist, "Furthermore ...Who told you that I belong to a spirit beast."

Bai Wutu: "..."

It seemed a little disrespectful to say that just now.Even if it's a monster, you can't just say something like "Hey, aren't you a monster, why are you so bad?", let alone his boss?He changed his tone of respect and asked, "Then Bureau Zheng, who are you?"

Zheng Fuhu straightened his clothes that had been pulled crookedly when he was being dragged just now, and raised his chin and said with some pride: "I am a fairy beast."

"..." Bai Wutu can almost understand it. This is probably the difference between "essence" and "demon", "deputy" and "principal". Although there is only one word difference in words, the hardships experienced by this word The obstacles are countless.

He nodded half-understood, and moved around with one arm supporting the other arm, secretly guessing what the real body of Mr. Director is—could it be a dragon that can subdue a tiger?The dragon is god-level, so is that Jiao?Peng can do it too...

Zheng Fuhu asked with concern: "Are you injured?"

Bai Wutu glanced at him, and said honestly: "I didn't at first, I was dragged by you just now."

"Oh." After Zheng Fuhu was fierce for a while, Xu Shi vented his anger that he didn't catch the prisoner. Now he spoke very softly, and supported him, "I'll take you back."

Bai Wutu felt inexplicably nervous being half embraced by him, and moved his elbow to try to break free: "No, I'm going back to the office, I'm on duty tonight."

"I know." Zheng Fuhu insisted on supporting his elbow with one hand and his back with the other, and walked towards their office.

Bai Wutu wondered, "How do you know?"

Zheng Fuhu said with a reasonable face: "I have the duty rosters of all offices."

So our director's spare time is all right to recite the duty list and play?

Zheng Fuhu ate another meal of radish, cabbage and pork vermicelli with relish, but Bai Wutu still sighed at the tastelessness of the food.Until the meal was almost over, Director Zheng Da finally said something decent: "I must catch that surnamed Pan."

That's right!The leader has a firm attitude, and the people under him can work hard!When Bai Wutu heard that he was about to catch a wanted criminal, he suddenly regained his energy, chewed the cabbage with a "Kacha Kacha", and asked, "Director Zheng, why did you suddenly think of this?"

Zheng Fuhu ate everything that was not vegetarian, and put down his chopsticks with peace of mind: "I mistrusted him once. I don't know where the souls killed by him are now. If I don't catch him with my own hands, it will be difficult to comfort those innocent people."

Bai Wutu opened his eyes wide: "You mistrusted him? What happened?"

"That was a few years ago." Zheng Fuhu said slowly, "Remember when I said that I have a mission? My mission in the lower realm is to supervise the immortal deed trials of Wenchang and Wenqu, to ensure that they do not have any We reunited with the help of Shangxian."

It is rumored that Wenqu Xingjun has a wide knowledge of Bowen, and is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. He was loved by everyone when he was in the sky, and he was very popular with all the immortals. Unable to bear it, he secretly helped him.

Zheng Fuhu: "In every life, from the time one of the two Xingjun was born, I will watch their every move, almost uninterrupted every day, until the two meet again, appreciate each other, and become confidantes. Witness. One day a few years ago, not long after Wenchang Xingjun was born, I disappeared and followed him not far away, when suddenly a life-threatening ghost appeared in broad daylight."

"Desperate ghost?" Talking about this topic at night, Bai Wutu broke out in a cold sweat, and couldn't help but moved a small bench and sat close to Zheng Fuhu.

Even for ordinary ghosts, it is impossible to haunt the sun during the day, let alone a ghost with such a dark energy as a "killing ghost"?Under normal circumstances, it should be tanned by the sun before it flies into the sun.

Zheng Fuhu nodded: "Yes. I was hiding my body at the time, and it was impossible to show up directly, so that people around would be aware of the abnormality, so I found a tree and walked out from behind it. I happened to see that standing not far away. The surname is Pan. I thought he was chasing the ghost, so I stepped forward and called him, but he was very surprised when he saw me—thinking about his expression at that time, he thought I had smashed his plan , want to kill people.

I asked him what he was doing here, and if he had seen a death-killing ghost flying over, he was stunned for a few seconds before answering me, saying that he had caught him, escaped from prison, and would send him back now.I asked how that ghost could fly in the daytime?He said he didn't know either, and he wanted to go back and look it up.

The surnamed Pan was already the squadron leader of the Ghost Security Bureau at that time. I didn't have the slightest doubt about his words, so I planned to leave. I was going to find a place to hide myself and come back to follow Wenchang Xingjun secretly.Unexpectedly, just a few steps away, I heard a ghost screaming from behind, and looking back, the ghost flew out of the pocket surnamed Pan and pushed Wenchang Xingjun down the stairs. "

Bai Wutu patted his thigh and was heartbroken: "You didn't suspect him at this time? How could the people from the Ghost Security Bureau not be able to lock up ghosts? It's like I caught a little demon who committed crimes, and I will definitely kill him immediately. All the monster power and five senses are sealed, how can it give it a chance to escape!"

"Yes, but there were too many unusual things that day. I didn't expect this, let alone the murderer in our team." Zheng Fuhu clenched his palms on his knees into fists, "I will control the child as soon as he falls. A ray of spiritual consciousness grabbed the ghost, who knew that when I caught it, it had slowly started to disappear from my hand-that was a sign of being dissipated after being illuminated by the sun. Before it disappeared, I questioned why it To do that, it said something I didn't understand at the time, 'This is my chance, I got my revenge'."

Bai Wutu thought about this sentence several times: "It has a grudge against Mr. Wenchang Xing, and Pantone deliberately let it out to avenge—it should have done something for the surnamed Pan to change this opportunity. Persisting in the sun for a while must be the help of the surname Pan."

Zheng Fuhu: "Well, I thought of it when I saw Pantong get out of the drain that day. Moreover, the reason why the ghost wanted to take revenge in broad daylight at the risk of losing its soul is probably because its subordinates owed a lot of lives. If you don't take revenge, you will be escorted back by the messengers of the ghost world, so you just burn everything."

"But what kind of enmity does Wenchang Xingjun have with him?" Bai Wutu was puzzled, "It is said that Wenchang Xingjun is upright, and he strictly selects the best talents in the world. I don't believe that he will kill people. Don't care about reincarnation, like him With a deep-rooted character, even if you were born and raised in a den of bandits, you will persuade people to surrender to goodness, so how could you attract ghosts who want to kill you?"

Zheng Fuhu rubbed his brows: "I checked this matter later, and the surnamed Pan was quite cooperative with me——that life-seeking ghost was just a frail scholar who had worshiped Wenchang Xingjun for decades, but repeatedly He failed the exam, and was depressed all his life. When he was alive, he couldn’t lift his hands or shoulders, but after he died, his resentment persisted for a long time. He insisted that Wenchang Xingjun deliberately made things difficult for him. I don’t know if it’s because he worshiped too many gods or learned from it. What a crooked way, unexpectedly recognized the reincarnated Xingjun, the surname Pan has a wicked mind, but fortunately it didn't tell him about it, otherwise the consequences would be even more disastrous."

Bai Wutu was puzzled: "Did Wenchang Xingjun really embarrass that scholar on purpose?"

"Hmph." Zheng Fuhu snorted contemptuously, "Of course not, how could he be free!"

Bai Wutu: "..."

The entanglement between Mr. Wenchang Xing and the scholar, what's the matter with you?What are you humming about?

Bai Wutu suddenly felt that the king's heart was unpredictable, and being with the king was like a tiger, and he couldn't understand where Zheng Fuhu's resentment mixed with jealousy came from.

He faked a smile to smooth things over and said: "Haha, you said that this scholar must be jealous of other people's high school champions, right? Haha, jealousy can drive yourself into a murderer, haha, it's so funny, I haven't seen it yet." been like this."

Zheng Fuhu glanced at him, and said quietly: "That's because you haven't been jealous for that."

...What's with this sympathetic expression?So our bureau chief also failed the imperial examination?

Bai Wutu felt that he was really not suitable to be transferred to the General Administration, and he couldn't learn the skills of communicating with the leaders at all, so he had to say something embarrassingly: "It's not bad if it didn't tell Pantone about Wenchang Xingjun's reincarnation. Hey, What happened to Little Xingjun?"

"That staircase probably exists," Zheng Fuhu looked back around the yard, making gestures, "The distance from here to the gate of the yard."

Bai Wutu: "Oh, that's okay."

Zheng Fuhu: "It's ten times as long as this distance. At that time, he lost his breath when he fell. I saw his spiritual consciousness was thrown out of his body. He should have returned to the heaven by now."

"Re-return? Heaven?" Bai Wutu stammered and repeated, "Isn't that dead? He is Wenchang Xingjun! You don't save him? Is that Pantone talking nonsense next to you? Already!"

Zheng Fuhu: "He doesn't know my identity at all, so how can he make irresponsible remarks? I can't help it."

Bai Wutu: "Why!"

"First, it's because I can't make a move. Second, you should have heard that Wenqu Xingjun can rule the world with writing, and with the assistance of Wenchang Xingjun, the two of them can take on the task of saving the world." Zheng Fuhu said, "However, judging from the reincarnations they have passed through these past few lives, as long as the two of them meet together, it will not be long before they will be out of business, just like when they were in the heavens. Although this situation has improved from one life to the next, but with them It’s far from enough compared to your talents. Didn’t you hope that way when you met Wenqu Xingjun that day? I hope that the two of them will never meet again in this life?”

Bai Wutu was dumbfounded: "But, but you can't just ignore death!"

Zheng Fuhu asked back: "Is Wenchang Xingjun really dead? He is just dead in this life. His spiritual consciousness will return to heaven and he will be punished by erasing his memory. I have watched for so many years, as long as the two of them live , There will always be encounters, all kinds of strange encounters. Unless one party disappears completely before it is sensible, Si Ming can re-enter the Star Palace to take charge of the immortal position, and preside over thousands of students from all over the world to enroll in office."

Bai Wutu suddenly stood up, and if it wasn't for the fact that the table was too short to lift up easily, he would have lifted the table: "What happens after going to the sky? That's not the same thing! You can say that when he was underground! He threw himself on this flesh body That flesh body is him, aren't you an accomplice to the murder!"

"Then do you want to see them meet again?" Zheng Fuhu gritted his teeth, as if he had settled down after eating a weight, and said, "The two Xingjun are connected to the fairy deed, and the birthplaces are far apart. What? I will meet again sooner or later. It is too difficult to expect the two of them to cooperate to save the world. Only by letting Wenchang Xingjun return to the immortal position to select talents and appoint talents, and everyone works together to bloom, can we really build the Quartet. So, even if you accidentally change It doesn't matter if Wenqu Xingjun's fate, it doesn't matter if he survives or not, anyway, he will never meet Si Ming in this life."

Shocked and angry, Bai Wutu pointed at him and trembled: "I think you have long wanted to kill them and go back to your life!"

Zheng Fuhu let him scold him, but his tone was inconceivable: "Otherwise? You teach me how to do it? Save him, and then watch you eat a radish and cabbage for ten or eight years? Seeing the whole situation, everyone gets tens of dollars a month Seeing that the country is backward and weak, and people live in poverty? Seeing the great powers stalking tigers, and dangers everywhere? After Wenchang Xingjun’s memory is completely erased and he regains the position of command, if you have the opportunity to ask him personally, he will definitely do the same. agree with my approach."

Bai Wutu was angry: "The life of that person is not life! Isn't the life of a family not a life? The life of the whole family has been disturbed by you! Besides, where can I ask Xingjun? Don't ask that child if he wants it? Why don't you ask his parents if they want it!"

Zheng Fuhu was helpless: "But this is my mission. I have to keep an eye on him, but I can't make a move. If I change his fate, then my mission will fail, and I have to return to the heaven immediately."

Bai Wutu laughed angrily at his double standards: "Director Zheng, didn't you just say it? 'Re-return-to-heaven-world-that's all'! Then why don't you go back yourself? ? You don’t have to follow your ass to watch your children! Are you still a human... I remembered, you are really not a human, so you have no heart!”

Zheng Fuhu sat without saying a word, Mingyue couldn't bear to look at it, and hid behind Stratus.

Bai Wutu still couldn't let go of his hatred after cursing, and kicked the horse that Zheng Fuhu was sitting on: "Get up! Get out! I won't sit with a murderer like you, you are a bastard! You still rely on Pan? I see you It's about the same as him!"

Zheng Fuhu was pushed and stood up by him: "I also have reasons why I can't go back..."

"Who cares about you!" Bai Wutu pushed him out with a palm, and closed the door with a "bang", "Get out!"

In the small courtyard, there was a mess on the table and under the ground, and the white house was pushed so that he was out of breath and didn't care to clean it.

He didn't know why he was so out of control.

Zheng Fuhu has a mission, so it's understandable that he can't take action, but when Bai Wutu heard that he wanted to erase the memory of Wenchang Xingjun, his emotions exploded uncontrollably—Wenchang Xingjun forgot, what about Wenqu Xingjun ?If one remembers and the other forgets, what to do with the one who remembers?

One returned to the heavenly realm to be his heavenly official, what about the one who stayed in the human realm?Will he still feel that he is waiting for someone in the dark, so he spends his whole life looking for it?

This bastard Zheng Fuhu just looks like a human being, and he doesn't understand human feelings at all!

After kicking him out of the house, dragging him back from his heart and scolding him again, Bai Wutu still wasn't in a good mood.If it wasn't because he was on duty today, I really wish I could drink two catties of wine and get drunk in the dark.

Not long after he fell asleep on the "bed" made up of benches, Bai Wutu seemed to hear a baby crying. He didn't know whether it was a dream or not. He woke up with a jerk. The first reaction was that the barrier system was out. When there is a problem, turn over and open the cabinet door.

However, the water tank in the wooden cabinet is as usual, and the dense sunlight and fog also show that the barrier system is safe and guarding the tranquility of the city at night.

But the cry just now was very clear. How could a person like Bai Wutu who had never raised a child, or even hugged a relative's or friend's baby, dreamed of such a real cry?

He listened attentively, and after a while, another cry came.The cry was very weak, and the direction of the sound source was his own pocket.

"..." Bai Wutu breathed a sigh of relief, and lifted out the string of bottles in his pocket with his fingers.Today, I first chased a traitor, and then had a fight with a bastard. He almost forgot to buy the dust bottle.

In order to prevent the voices from interfering with each other, Bai Wutu untied the bottle tied to the head.

This seems to be a very small monster with a very low angle of view, almost parallel to the ground, and this memory is probably when it was intelligent but not yet transformed into a human form, because Bai Wutu quickly sensed it He was picked up by someone.

A grown man said in its ear with a slightly hoarse voice: "Huzi, I stewed this rabbit for you. Let's eat meat at night, okay? I'll pick out the meat and chop it up for you!"

It turned out to be a rabbit demon.Just being held in someone's hand like this is no different from an ordinary rabbit, life and death are between a person's thought.

The crying of the baby became louder, and he might not be able to speak very well, so he could only whimper and open his hand to the adult, meaning to snatch the rabbit back.

The man put the rabbit back helplessly: "Then you hold it and play at home. I'll go to the mountains and see if I can find something to eat."

The baby put his skinny arms on the rabbit, as if trying to protect it, and babbled happily.The rabbit couldn't speak, so Bai Wutu just closed his eyes and listened to the child's babbling for a long time, bleeding every minute for his one dollar, and was about to fall asleep again listening to it.

Suddenly, there was a muffled "boom" from the bottle he put next to his ear, and Bai Wutu thought, the rabbit demon must have turned into a human!The good show is about to begin!He looked into the bottle, but saw that the child fell off the high kang, knocked his head on the corner of the small table beside the bed, still breathing, but motionless.

The rabbit demon still hasn't turned into a human, and his eyesight is still very low, looking down at the situation on the ground.

From the man's attire just now, it can be seen that the weather was cold at that time. The rabbit monster waited for a while but the child did not move, it also jumped off the kang, trying to get the child closer to the kang by arching and dragging.In the twelfth lunar month of winter, a child about one year old is wearing a thin top and open crotch pants, and lying on the ground for a long time can really cause problems.

However, the scene seems to repeat itself continuously from here, the rabbit has been chasing the child, the child has been lying on the ground and cannot get up, the child's father has never come home, the only thing that changes is the light outside the window.It was getting dark, and the rabbit's movements gradually stopped. It found that not only could it not hold the child, but it could not even hold his arms and legs. Bai Wutu could see that it was not heavy, but stiff .

It was dawn again, and it was dark again, but the child's father still hadn't come back.In winter, not only hungry humans roamed the mountains looking for food, but also some forest owners, carnivorous beasts.Meet on a narrow road, how can you escape?

The rabbit pushed open the air leaking door of the child's house and got out, the picture gradually faded, and when it gathered again, Bai Wutu heard the baby's cry at the beginning: "Wow--"

Bai Wutu: "..."

He was shocked, can this be sold for a dollar?Just show me this for a dollar?It is true that he originally wanted to watch monsters "kick" people, but he didn't want to watch rabbits kick their heads at children!

This is simply a scam!Bai Wutu suddenly realized the enlightenment - the old man must have read all the dust bottles, kept the good-looking ones and sold them at a high price, and sold the messy ones for one yuan to make people go crazy!

This old dryad is really not a good thing!Sell ​​books with missing pages, sell these tattered bottles that don't know what they have written!

Bai Wutu angrily took down another bottle, and when he saw it, he felt that it was over and he was cheated at the first sight - because the rabbit was still a rabbit, and his eyes were still almost touching the ground.

He started to dismantle the third one—if all the strings were rabbits, he must find out where the old tree spirit usually grew, and chop it with two axes!

"Tiger, it's time to eat!" A woman's affectionate and loving call came from the bottle he had just untied.

Bai Wutu was taken aback, didn't the child die?This is impossible, just now from the rabbit's sight, the child lay on the ground for two whole days without moving, obviously stiff.

He picked up the bottle just now and looked at it carefully.The child was about three years old, sitting on a small bed, and a woman was feeding him a bowl of thin porridge.

The appearance of the child has changed a lot in the first few years. He can't tell whether it is the one in the first bottle, but the living environment should not be the same house as before, and the bed is not a kang, but a small wooden bed .What remains unchanged is that the situation of this household is not much richer. As for the rabbit... was caught again and locked in a small cage.

Baiwutu was discouraged, when will it be able to become a human!

The woman went to the field to do farm work after feeding the porridge, the child was stupid