Raising ghosts is risky

The matter of Fang Yang came to an end, and Xing Zhan didn't care about it on purpose, but once he heard Lang Qian inadvertently revealed that Fang Yang had saved a life, but had multiple fractures on his body, leaving serious sequelae.He seemed to have let go of his father's death and never brought it up again. He still went out early and returned late every day to work at Shuiyue's family, and sat aside to do exercises in his spare time.

Although he is young, he has a good brain.Xing Zhan is very casual as a boss. He always thinks that what happens is what happens. Good business is mainly due to the right time, place and people. Lang Qian got to know the situation of the teahouse within a few days after he came, and he managed everything in an orderly manner. It is also suggested that Xing Zhan, relying on his good popularity, organize themed activities with nearby businesses, and take the initiative to publicize to attract tourists.Xing Zhan had just thought about it, Lang Qian had already put the plan in front of him, the little boss Xing Zhan's eyes were staring straight, he had never seen such a thing before.

In contrast, Xing Zhan's life is much easier, every day he is not drinking tea in the tea house, or walking leisurely in the market and chatting with people.

But there is still one thing on his mind, which is Song Youxuan next door.Ever since Song Youxuan came back that night, he hadn't been seen going out, even the door of Lingxiu Zhai hadn't been opened.

Recalling Song Youxuan's abnormality that night, Xing Zhan was still a little worried, and was planning to find an opportunity to take a look, and another person came to the door first.

This morning Xing Zhan got up before dawn as usual, and was about to go to the park when he opened the door and saw two people standing outside.

Like a pruning bamboo with dewdrops after the rain, standing upright in the misty morning, despite the breeze blowing his hair, the person who came was Cang Minghai, and the one standing behind him looking left and right with a sad face was Cang Ming. moor.

"It's so early in the morning..." Xing Zhan was very surprised.

Cang Bo stretched his head behind his back: "Brother Zhan, my great-uncle was waiting at the door after three o'clock."

Xing Zhan felt embarrassed: "Since you're here, why didn't you knock on the door and call me? Cang Bo, you are really serious, even if you can't wake me up, I can still call."

"I didn't let him hit it." Cang Minghai said indifferently, "It doesn't matter if you stand for a while, don't dare to disturb people's dreams."

"Hurry up and sit down!" Xing Zhan hurriedly greeted.

While pouring tea, Xing Zhan motioned Cang Bo to the side, Cang Bo wept and said, "Brother Zhan, my great-uncle discovered the ghostly face on my back."

Xing Zhan was not surprised at all: "Your great uncle is such a smart person, and it took so long to find out, it seems that he is seriously ill."

"What are you talking about, Brother Zhan! I hid it very well!" Cang Bo said guiltily, "His health finally recovered, and he was almost passed out by my anger, alas..."

"What does that mean now?"

Cang Bo glanced at Cang Minghai and sighed.

Over there, Gong Mu and Cang Minghai sat face to face in the booth, and Gong Mu stared at Cang Minghai unabashedly.

Others might have felt like they were sitting on pins and needles under Gong Mu's gaze, but Cang Minghai was indifferent, and just looked back at him calmly.

Suddenly Gong Mu smiled: "With your body, you live very hard, right?"

Cang Minghai raised his gloved hands: "Sometimes, after living for a long time, I almost forget why I live for it. Maybe there is one thing that can be reminded anytime and anywhere. It might not be a bad thing."

"Strange obsession."

The sun jumped out of the clouds from the east, and a ray of sunlight shone into Shuiyue's house. Cang Minghai glanced at the distant clouds, and moved into the shadows: "Maybe."

Xing Zhan and Cang Bo brought tea, and as soon as Cang Bo saw the sun, he quickly lowered the bamboo curtain on the window, and the tea house that had just brightened up went dark again.

Cang Minghai took a sip of tea, and when he put it down, the porcelain cup hit the table, making a slight crisp sound: "I must have told you about my reason for coming."

Cang Bo pursed his mouth and lowered his head pitifully.

Xing Zhan finished his cup of tea calmly: "Since Xiao Cang is in the same trouble as me, I won't leave him alone, don't worry."

It is rare for Cang Minghai to have a hint of worry between his brows: "I don't know if you have made any progress in tracking down the source of the ghost face recently?"

Xing Zhan briefly talked about Fang Yang, and Cang Minghai thought for a moment: "It sounds like that thing is not difficult to deal with, I'm afraid it's just a shadow. Maybe there are thousands of people like Fang Yang, but he happened to be You found out."

I don't know which word touched Gong Mu's thoughts, but he felt something was bouncing in his mind, but he couldn't capture it accurately. This feeling made him very uncomfortable.

Xing Zhan noticed his strangeness: "What's wrong?"

Gong Mu rubbed the corners of his brows: "Thousands of... shadows?"

"What did you think of?"

Gong Mu pondered for a long time, but finally shook his head.

Several people discussed it again, but there was no result of the discussion. They only felt that ghost faces were everywhere, and ghosts appeared everywhere.

The sun gradually rose, steaming Cang Minghai's snow-white face into a faint blush.Seeing that his expression was not right, Cang Bo said timidly: "Grand Uncle, let's go back first, Brother Zhan is also opening for business here."

Cang Minghai got up to avoid the sun, glanced at Cang Bo, wanted to say something and finally let out a long sigh, this time Cang Bo felt even more guilty, wishing he could find a way to burrow into the ground.

"Don't worry, I have one last question to ask you." Xing Zhan said.

"Please say."

"Maybe this question is a bit offensive, but I still want to hear your thoughts. You said that when your master got the ghost mask, he became obsessed. I want to know if you really think that the ghost mask harmed your master, so that the whole sect was affected." ?"

Cang Minghai, who has always been calm, was astonished, he watched Xing Zhan, although in his own opinion this young man who was nearly [-] years old was just a child, but his insight was shockingly sharp.

Xing Zhan didn't rush, but just waited patiently, he knew that the answer he expected would hurt a person like Cang Minghai too much.

"You guessed right." Pain ran across his face, and Cang Minghai revealed a look of nostalgia, "Master, he was eager for success, and he wanted to reach the sky in one step, but he was stubborn, and he didn't listen to the advice of the elders in the door, which eventually led to a catastrophe."

"That's right!" Xing Zhan sighed, "If he has delusions in his heart, the ghost face can take advantage of it. The stronger the desire, the stronger the ghost face will be."

Gong Mu frowned upon hearing this, staring at Xing Zhan thoughtfully.

After a long talk, Cang Minghai seemed to be unable to bear it, even standing wobbly.

Xing Zhan sent the two of them to the door, and a shadow cast on them as soon as the door was opened.

Song Youxuan held a black umbrella and stood upright in front of the door. Beads of sweat dripped down his face. He didn't know how long he had been standing.His complexion was extremely bad, as if he had suffered a serious illness, and he was completely pale. Only his tall and straight figure could still see his former style, but his eyes were still energetic, even more intense than usual, and he watched intently. The Cangming Sea that came out of Shuiyue family.

Cang Minghai was caught off guard, took a step back, almost fell on his back.

Song Youxuan stepped forward to support him, but before his hand touched anyone, Cang Minghai suddenly became angry, and a strong wind came out from his sleeve, shaking Song Youxuan back again and again.

Fei Cui, who was lying on Song Youxuan's shoulders, raised her neck vigorously, spat out the letter excitedly, and wanted to crawl towards the dark sea.

Cang Minghai's expression flickered, showing pity in his eyes, but he finally cooled down.

Song Youxuan stood still in embarrassment, the umbrella was knocked to the ground, the sun was shining directly on him, and he shivered as if afraid of light. "Long time no see." He didn't care about picking up the umbrella, and said this sentence in a hurry, as if people would leave if he didn't say it.

Cang Minghai didn't respond to him, and looked away indifferently.

The one who reacted the most was Cang Bo, who yelled, "Do you know each other? Master Song, do you know my great-uncle?!"

But no one paid attention to him, Song Youxuan didn't want to take his eyes off Cang Minghai at all: "I thought I would never see you again."

Cang Minghai's voice didn't carry any warmth: "As I said, we will see you in Huangquan."

Goodbye in Huangquan, which means not seeing each other in this life.

Song Youxuan's face was stiff, obviously the temperature was not too high, but he was sweating profusely.

Cang Minghai walked around him and wanted to leave, Song Youxuan grabbed his hand, but he still didn't dare to stop him: "Are you looking into ghost face again?"

Cang Minghai stopped, turned his eyes around and finally fell on Cang Bo, and gave him a gouged look. He was really going to be pissed off by this great-grandson who can cause trouble, so Cang Bo flattened his mouth in aggrieved manner.

"I advise you not to interfere with things that have nothing to do with you." Cang Minghai said.

"Why does the matter of the master have nothing to do with me?"

"Old things have long been rotten in the pile of old papers, why bother to mention them again!"

Before Song Youxuan could say anything else, Cang Minghai had already taken Cang Bo away, but after walking a few steps, he turned back and said, "Pick up the umbrella soon!"

The tone was extremely impatient, but Song Youxuan smiled instead, the faint smile made his haggard face a little more alive, Jade drooped her head, and did not move listlessly.

Cang Minghai walked away, and Song Youxuan bent down to pick up the umbrella until he couldn't see anyone at all.

When his hand came out from the sleeve, Xing Zhan saw that the back of his hand was covered with abscesses.

"Boss Song, your hand..."

Song Youxuan's body trembled unceasingly, even holding an umbrella with great difficulty, he managed to prop himself up and hide himself in the shadows, he covered his palms with his sleeves.

"I'm laughing." Song Youxuan looked normal, "I have something I want to show you."

"Let's go into the house first, it's too hot outside."

Xing Zhan guessed a little bit, and secretly confirmed to Gong Mu: "What's wrong with Boss Song's hand?"

"God's punishment." Gong Mu said solemnly, "Spying for the secrets and going against the sky will naturally be punished by the heavens. The more you spy, the heavier the punishment will be. The poison of the heavens, the medicine stone is ineffective, the light of the sky cannot be seen, and divination is impossible. Do not use spells, otherwise sooner or later you will suffer from malignant sores, fester and die. Therefore, practitioners must first cultivate their minds, otherwise life will be worse than death."

Xing Zhan looked at his slightly staggering back in astonishment.

"It looked like he was fine before, and he was able to suppress the poison of God's Wrath. Now that the poison is activated, he must have encountered a lot of trouble when he went out this time."