Meow, there are ghosts haunting

Cat Fourteen waved his paws to greet his partners, completely oblivious to the cat ghosts who passed by the two cats and hid two meters away before going around.

The long white tail struck the floor again and again, making a crackling sound. Looking at the confident partner, the white cat finally showed its sharp claws unbearably, and rushed towards it fiercely with a "meow".

"Stupid guy with no eyes. If he doesn't see clearly, he dares to do the third-class task alone!!"

"When did I take the third-class mission!?" The black cat puffed up its fur and turned over to avoid the white cat's attack.

In the lobby of "Ghost Chasi", two cats, one black and one white, got into a ball, and countless cats were affected. The wooden table that was hit shook violently, and a folder fell, with a stack of notes inside. "Completed" tasks.

The folder spread out from the middle, revealing the task content on it, which happened to be the task that Mao Fourteen had just completed.

The corner of the list was signed crookedly with "Shisi" and a cat's paw print, and a "three" was written with a bold pen in the upper left corner, but it was hung on the task board at the time and was blocked. Cat Fourteen would see it. Become a second-class task.

The apprentices of the two managers of "Ghost Chasi" fought, and the end result was that both sides suffered losses.

Cat Fourteen tidied up his messy fur, shook his long tail happily, jumped onto the table, and looked at the white-clothed ghost who was sorting out the files with a cold face.

"Xue Xiaojiu, I'm going to become a domestic cat." Thinking of the fragrant Mu Ziyu, Mao Shishi felt that the whole cat was soft.

Li Xueze looked at the happy look of the black cat, and lightly raised his long eyebrows: "Oh, that person really has no vision."

All the ghost messengers in the underworld can turn into cats, but they are different from real cats in that they all have independent abilities, so most ghost messengers would rather be a stray wild cat wandering the streets than a pet kept by mortals.

Of course it's not all there, just a few.

"You can't eat fish, you think fishy."

"Why do you suddenly want to be raised by someone?" Li Xueze didn't understand.

Ghosts who can work as ghost messengers in the underworld have good abilities and aptitudes. As long as they work hard for the underworld and accumulate merit, when the merit is complete, they can cultivate into ghosts and immortals and escape the suffering of reincarnation. Reincarnated as an adult can also become rich and powerful.

He is a devil conceived by a Yin female ghost in Shiyue, and he has unique aptitude, which is why he was accepted as a disciple by Bai Wuchang Xie Bian.

Cat Fourteen is just a wandering soul wandering on the Naihe Bridge with deep obsessions, but his talent is better than that of a ghost. Lord Yama said that Cat Fourteen is the most promising ghost among the "Ghost Chases" The ghost is bad, because he is too clean.

The black cat rolled on the table, narrowed its eyes and said, "Because he is delicious."

Li Xueze: ...He felt that there was a deep generation gap between himself and this cat.

The black cat didn't notice the slight twitching of the corner of Li Xueze's mouth, and said: "That person has already put on my negative card, and he will be mine from now on."

Mu Ziyu's fate is special, even if Li Xueze is his partner, he can't say it casually, it's not that he doesn't believe in Li Xueze's ghosts, it's just that the less secrets people should know, the better.

"Oh." Li Xueze pulled out a piece of paper from the folder, on which was Mao Shisi's transfer application.

"Aren't you curious?" He leaned over and rubbed his hairy head against the back of Li Xueze's fair hand.

"I'm not interested in people, I'm not curious." After reading the contents of the application, he put it on the top of a stack of documents, patted his hairy head away, and Li Xueze picked up the documents and walked out.

The black cat was so photographed that it almost fell off the table. Looking at Li Xueze's leaving indifferent back, he flicked his tail.

The black cat rolled over again, spread out on the table, thinking that in a few days, the godmother's life would pass away, Xue Xiaojiu was his partner, and she wanted to go with him to be a ghost guide for the godmother, When the time comes, he will let Xue Xiaojiu take a look at his fish boldly.

On the morning of the third day after Xie's incident, Mrs. Zhang rarely took the initiative to ask Mu Ziyu to cook a hearty breakfast for herself.

"My dear grandson, come here." Mrs. Zhang waved to Mu Ziyu.

"grandmother?"

Mu Ziyu walked to her side. For some reason, he felt that today's grandmother was different from usual.

Mrs. Zhang took out a black cat wooden sign tied with a black jade thread, took a drop of blood from Mu Ziyu's middle finger and dotted it on the cat's eye.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Mu Ziyu actually felt the eyes of the cat's wooden sign flash past.

"My dear grandson, this is the amulet that grandma begged for you from the Cat Immortal. You must take it with you and don't take it off." Then he put the wooden plaque on Mu Ziyu and said, "You must serve the Cat Immortal well, he will protect you."

Mrs. Zhang's anomaly made Mu Ziyu feel his whole heart tighten. He held Mrs. Zhang's hand, pressed his forehead to the back of the wrinkled hand, closed his eyes, and suppressed the tears that were gushing out.

"I will wear the amulet and never take it off..."

Mu Ziyu's character looks indifferent and polite, but in fact he is very paranoid. He always said what he said since he was a child. After getting the assurance from his grandson, Mrs. Zhang showed a relieved smile.

"Grandma is tired and wants to go back to her room to rest."

Mu Ziyu restrained his emotions, helped Mrs. Zhang, and said softly, "I'll take grandma back to her room to rest."

"it is good."

Mu Ziyu was sitting under the old longan tree, the book in his hand hadn't been turned the whole morning, Shen Hua finished his lunch and came out to look for Mu Ziyu, only to see him in a daze.

"Boss, lunch is ready."

Mu Ziyu regained his senses and nodded slightly, closing the book in his hand.

"I'm going to call grandma."

Came to the door as usual, knocked on the door, Mu Ziyu called softly: "Grandma, lunch is ready."

In the room, it was quiet, there was no response from the old man like every time before, Mu Ziyu slightly lowered his eyelids, and after a while, he pushed open the half-covered door and walked in.

Lying on the old canopy bed was an old man wearing a black shroud, with his hands folded on his chest, and his face was as peaceful as a sleeping man.

His grandmother, really gone.

Mrs. Zhang had already made preparations for her death. The owner of the coffin shop personally delivered a coffin that afternoon and told Mu Ziyu the funeral instructions left by Mrs. Zhang.

The coffin was suspended for three days, and the funeral was kept simple.

Ziyu and Shen Hua sat in the main hall, keeping vigil for Mrs. Zhang.

jingle!

The looming bell reverberated in the dark night, attracting Mu Ziyu's attention, and he listened carefully. After some time, when he thought he heard it wrong, another bell rang.

It seems clearer.

Mu Ziyu stood up and looked outside the house with the door half closed.

Shen Hua, who was drowsy, was terrified by Mu Ziyu's sudden standing up, and asked softly, "Boss, what's wrong with you?"

After listening carefully for a while, Mu Ziyu frowned and asked, "Did you hear the ringing bell just now?"

"Ah...? Bell, what's the ringtone?"

Boss, there is a wake at night, don't be scary! !Shen Hua was so frightened by Mu Ziyu's words that all sleepy people ran away, his lips trembled: "No... there is no ringtone."

After a while, the bell was not heard again, Mu Ziyu said: "Sorry, I scared you, maybe I heard it wrong."

Shen Hua's lips trembled, and he said in his heart: He must have heard it wrong.

"Boss, if you are tired, go to sleep for a while, I will watch over here." Although he was a little scared.

Just as Mu Ziyu was about to refuse, the "ding bell" sounded again, it was not a mistake.

The half-closed door was blown open by a gust of cold wind, and white mist was swept into the room. Mu Ziyu only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and felt a familiar translucent phantom drifting past his eyes, followed by the white mist. , walked towards the door...

"Grandmother!" Mu Ziyu called out, stepping up to follow the half-transparent shadow.

Just as he was about to cross the threshold, there was a person standing in front of him. That person couldn't see his face clearly, and his face seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. He could only vaguely see the corners of his mouth and the smooth line of his chin. He was dressed in black and said, "Go back, don't let your grandmother go uneasy."

This person's voice was clear and pleasant, which gave Mu Ziyu a sense of familiarity.

"Who are you?

Mu Ziyu was about to ask, when he saw the man put his hand on his chest and pushed it lightly, he only felt himself floated backwards, and his eyes gradually became blurred.

Vaguely, he seemed to see the small silver bell hanging on the earlobe flashing a faint white light when the man turned around...

Mu Ziyu opened his eyes and found himself leaning against the wall, falling asleep.

Shen Hua sat next to him, the room was very quiet, there was no ringing bell, no white mist, no phantom shadow of grandma, and no person in black clothes, turning his head to look out the window, it was still dark.

dream?

After the wake night, Mu Ziyu never had any strange dreams. On the third day, Mrs. Zhang went to the funeral.

After the funeral, Mu Ziyu stayed at home until one month later, then locked the door and left his hometown.

Half a month had passed since the Qingming Festival, after leaving Fengcun's hometown, Mu Ziyu did not return to Mingcheng, and asked Shen Hua to send him to Jincheng.

Mu Ziyu bought a lot of paper money and incense candles at the candle shop, then went to the flower shop to buy a bunch of white lilies, and came to the Jiangshan Cemetery in Jincheng.

Walking to a very clean tomb, looking at the photo on the tombstone, Mu Ziyu smiled lightly.

"Sorry, I'm late for this year's Qingming Festival." Putting the candle paper money and ingots and silver ingots in his hand aside, and then placed the bouquet on the tomb platform, Mu Ziyu knelt down and stroked the black and white photos on the tombstone.

In the black-and-white photo, there is a young man with handsome appearance, his eyebrows are slightly curved, showing a warm smile, and the name of the tomb owner is engraved on the tombstone: Tomb of Ji Chengzhi.