Nobody knows I'm a fairy

A few days later, Shen Muzhi handed the yellow-painted copper bell to Wei Nanjue: "I borrowed it from you last time, and I will return it to you."

Wei Nanjue casually put it on the shoe cabinet, and the cat bent down and took out a pair of cotton slippers: "You don't have to deliver them yourself...come in and have a seat."

Shen Muzhi didn't refuse at all, put on his slippers and went into the room.Today is Lidong, and City A is already extremely cold. Shen Muzhi was wrapped up like a stupid bear, covering his chin with a thick woolen scarf, only showing a pair of eyes that were rolling around.Seeing this, Wei Nanjue turned on the floor heater, took a bottle of milk from the cupboard and threw it to Shen Mozhi: "You can do whatever you want, I have a client who needs to be contacted soon."

When he came out after making the phone call, Shen Mozhi had already taken off his coat and sat comfortably on the ground.He hugged his legs and put the milk on his knees, with a straw in his mouth, holding a book he found from the bookshelf in his hand, and was reading it vigorously.

Wei Nanjue glanced at the cover - "Secrets of the Nameless Clan", this is an ancient book that Lu Qiuyin threw to him to play with. bizarre story.

The story that Shen Muzhi was reading was about a remote mountain village, where the adults and children died one by one. When people were at a loss, Anonymous came to the village.He discovered that the people in the village did not die normally, but were sucked out of their lives by evil spirits.When he was investigating in the village, he found that every night, when the villagers fell asleep, a black shadow would slowly crawl out of each person, and those shadows would eventually gather together, and then quietly squat on the bed of one of the villagers. Next to him, extract his life.Seeing this, Wuming jumped out and beat the black shadow away, and the villagers cheered and regarded him as a great benefactor.

Shen Muzhi said: "The author of this book is named Wumingshi, and the protagonist is also named Wumingshi, which is interesting."

Seeing that he was interested in watching it, Wei Nanjue said, "If you like it, you can take it back and read it."

Shen Muzhi nodded and closed the book, "What exactly is the black shadow that you said was beaten away by Wuming?"

Wei Nanjue said: "It's just the author's nonsense, why bother to delve into it. By the way, Uncle Shen didn't ask you to go home to worship your ancestors today at Lidong?"

It had been several months since Shen Muzhi left home, and the Shen family hadn't received a single call, but someone called him about the ancestor worship.Shen Muzhi shrugged and said, "I'm called, I don't want to go."

Wei Nanjue's brows twitched, instead of going to the ancestral house to worship the ancestors, he ran to his house to lie down, so he said: "You have been out for too long, go back and say hello so that the family won't worry."

Shen Muzhi raised his eyes and looked at him with a half-smile: "Worried? You think too highly of me. Mr. Wei, it's the beginning of winter today, please cook some dumplings. I want celery and beef stuffing."

Wei Nanjue didn't start a fire at home all year round, so there was no dumpling in the refrigerator. Hearing what he said, he went out to buy vegetables with a straight face.As soon as he left, Shen Muzhi continued to read with his feet up, but was interrupted by a ringing bell after a while.Shen Muzhi looked up, and it turned out that it was Wei Nanjue's cell phone that had been left on the table.

After the other party made three calls persistently, Shen Muzhi pressed the answer button, only to hear a vigorous voice on the other end of the phone: "Brother Nanjue, are you really not coming to my house? will come."

Wei Cang?Isn't that the elder brother of the Wei family's main family? I didn't expect that even he would go to the Shen family to worship the ancestors.

After thinking about it, Shen Muzhi lazily replied: "Brother, your Brother Nanjue has gone out to buy groceries, I'll help you convey it to him."

The other side of the phone was stunned for ten seconds before hesitantly asked: "Shen Mozhi?"

Shen Muzhi pretended to be angry: "Why, Brother Wei can shout vigorously, but Brother Zhen calls him by his first name."

Shen Lingxiao felt like a stick in his throat, and held it back for a long time before he said, "Why are you at Wei Nanjue's house?"

Shen Muzhi said: "This is a matter between me and him, there is no need to tell you, right? Well, I have something else to do, I love you and hang up, Jiumi~"

He threw the phone on the coffee table and continued to read with his legs crossed, when the phone rang again.He picked it up angrily, but unexpectedly there was an old man's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Master Wei, when will you come to G City to have a look? I'll ask the secretary to buy you a plane ticket." The calm and calm voice suddenly became a little trembling, and he continued in a crying tone, "My son is dying."

Does Wei Nanjue also work part-time as a Mongolian doctor?Shen Muzhi thought to himself, and replied: "Old man, don't worry, Master Wei has gone out, I will tell him when he comes back."

When the old man heard that it wasn't Wei Nanjue on the phone, he was embarrassed for a while, and said, "Thank you, brother, please tell him immediately when Master Wei is back."

Wei Nanjue returned home with celery and beef dumplings, and saw Shen Muzhi pointing two fingers up: "Two things, one good and one bad, which one do you want to hear first?"

Wei Nanjue ignored him, turned around and walked into the kitchen to put the dumplings into the pot. Seeing this, Shen Muzhi followed him, stuck it on the edge of the kitchen door and said, "Okay, the good thing is that your favorite Shen Lingxiao asked you to go to Wuling Mountain to attend Shen's family. ancestor worship."

"the second one?"

"The bad thing is that an old man calls you and says his son won't live long."

Hearing this, Wei Nanjue took the mobile phone and made a call: "Mr. Zhou, it's me... um... I'll come today... OK, I'll send you a text message."

Shen Muzhi wondered: "You actually gave up the chance to get along with Shen Lingxiao and chose an old man, it's unbelievable..."

Wei Nanjue glared at him and said suddenly, "Are you interested in earning some extra money?"

On a passenger plane, Shen Muzhi curiously looked left and right with the safety manual, Wei Nanjue said impatiently: "What are you looking at, haven't you been on a plane before?"

He was really fooled, the original owner had never been on a plane when he was so old.Furthermore, although Shen Muzhi has been riding the clouds and fog all year round, he has never felt a big iron bird flying in the sky.Excited and curious at the same time, jumping around like a yellow-haired boy who just entered the city.

Wei Nanjue pressed him on the seat and said, "It's taking off, don't move around."

After the plane left the ground, Shen Mozhi only felt weightless, his ears were buzzing, and his stomach felt a little uncomfortable.He patted his chest and said, "Old Wei, I really want to vomit."

Wei Nanjue asked, "Are you airsick?"

Shen Muzhi didn't answer, and suddenly leaned forward, making a retching motion.Wei Nanjue felt bad, quickly found a disposable garbage bag, opened it and put it in front of Shen Muzhi's mouth, and sure enough, he spit out the celery and beef dumplings he ate just now with a "wow".

After finally getting off the plane, Shen Muzhi seemed to have no bones, and was weakly attached to Wei Nanjue's body. Under the strange eyes of others, the two walked to the airport gate step by step.Wei Nanjue said with a straight face, "How long will you stay with me?"

Shen Muzhi said weakly: "Brother Nanjue, I am also your younger brother, you have to take care of me."

Wei Nanjue looked at the rascal leaning against his chest, and his ear tips were stained with a blush.

Fortunately, a black commercial vehicle stopped in front of the two of them. A man in a black suit and sunglasses opened the door, and Zhou Qi was sitting in it with a frown.

He is over 60 years old this year, with a very shrewd face, short eyebrows flying slantingly, sharp eyes, thin lips with a gray beard, wearing a Chinese Tang suit, full of aura.

Zhou Qi started from a small noodle stall in the early years, and now he has become the owner of a catering company, with chain stores spread across almost every province in China.He has used countless tricks and tricks to get to where he is today. Even so, his prosperous old age is not as happy as he imagined.His only son, Zhou Chengcai, who was just 30 years old this year, was lying in the intensive care unit and almost died several times.

Wei Nanjue shook hands with Zhou Qi and introduced Shen Muzhi's identity to him.Zhou Qi didn't express his opinion too much when he heard the words. After all, since Zhou Chengcai became seriously ill, he kept inviting masters from all walks of life to the hospital.

When they arrived at the hospital, the two saw Zhou Chengcai on the hospital bed through the glass—thin, weak, and lifeless. Shen Mozhi even felt that he was worse than Wang Youwei's human skin skeleton.

Zhou Qi finally couldn't hold back anymore at this time, he covered his face with his hands and cried: "Chengcai's illness started five years ago. At that time his wife, my daughter-in-law Su Bing, passed away due to illness, and Chengcai's body has been going on since then. It started to get worse. At first, I thought he was suffering from depression, so I thought that he would be able to come out on his own after a long time. I also kept introducing him to new women, but he didn’t care about any of them.”

"But what I didn't expect was that Chengcai's health was getting worse and worse. I forced him to go to the hospital for an examination, but no hospital could find out what disease he was suffering from. They only used a reason of weakened immunity to prevaricate me. I kept looking for someone Five years later, he has reached this point." Zhou Qi took a tissue from the bodyguard and wiped away his tears, "Actually, this year I also found a few evil spirits. Master, they played with knives and guns for a while, but it was useless! Master Wei, I heard that you are reliable in your work, and your life depends on you!" After speaking, the sixty-year-old man made a big salute to Wei Nanjue.

Wei Nanjue looked at Zhou Qi who was bowing in front of him, and didn't reach out to help him, but said lightly: "Mr. Zhou Qi, you were introduced by my friend. I can guarantee that your son will be safe and sound."

He glanced at the lifeless Zhou Chengcai on the other side of the glass, and said: "He looks like someone who has been doused with the technique of nourishing yin. Maybe in a few days, when the technique is completed, he will be used as fodder." The soul flies away."

Hearing this, Zhou Qi's face turned pale and then purple, purple and then black, black and blue, rolled his eyes, and almost fell down.

Shen Muzhi grabbed his cuff, and said: "Mr. Zhou, don't panic, what Master Wei said is just a possibility, the overall situation has not yet been settled, your son has his own destiny, you, a father, should fall first, your son should What should I do."

Zhou Qi's expression softened a little. Seeing Shen Muzhi's gentleness and elegance, he smiled like a spring breeze, giving people a feeling of peace of mind, unlike Wei Nanjue's cold face and heart, so he said: "Mr. In order to become a talent, you can ask me to do anything.”

Shen Muzhi said: "Mr. Zhou, please give us the key to your son's house first. The house is full of worries and worries. We have to go to the source to find out what is haunting your son."