Raising ghosts is risky

Went to buy some fabrics again, Xing Zhan didn't go back to Shuiyue's house directly, but went to Lingxiu Zhai.

It was still a dim room, still full of silent jade dolls, and even the scorching afternoon sun couldn't bring any warmth to this square inch.Jade was lying motionless on the counter with half-opened eyes, not sure if it was asleep or awake.

As soon as Xing Zhan entered the door, he shouted: "Boss Song, I'm here to disturb you again."

Song Youxuan came out from the darkness, holding the tea boat in his hand, as if he knew he would come.

"Boss Xing looks good today, try the tea you brought."

Song Youxuan started to make tea on his own, washed the tea, brewed it, and divided the cups. Every movement was leisurely and pleasing to the eye. Even if he didn't drink tea, just watching him make tea was a beautiful thing.

A cup of fragrant tea was brought to Xing Zhan, Xing Zhan took a sip and put it aside, took out Ping An from his pocket and held it in his hand to play: "Boss Song, I have a question to ask you."

"Please tell me." Song Youxuan said with a smile.

"Did you really call me last night when you heard the noise?"

"if not?"

Xing Zhan stared straight at Song Youxuan, trying to see some clues from his difficult-to-recognize face, but Song Youxuan always smiled peacefully, showing no flaws.

Xing Zhan discovered Song Youxuan's weirdness when he first came here, but he always felt that it was someone else's private matter, and there was no need to deliberately inquire about it. But now that there are traces of his intrusion in his life, he can't continue to pretend not to care.

However, Xing Zhan could feel that Song Youxuan was not malicious, and even sent him to buckle up the body shield safely.

"Actually, you were arguing a lot in the past few nights." Song Youxuan said with a smile, "I thought you would solve it as soon as possible, but I didn't expect it to take so many days. It is obvious that Boss Xing was underestimated."

Xing Zhan glanced at Gong Mu, who was straightening his robes as if nothing had happened.

Xing Zhan shook the Ping An button: "Thank you."

Song Youxuan smiled: "Small tricks."

"But I don't like to owe favors very much. If you need my help, please speak up as soon as possible."

"Actually..." Song Youxuan let out a long sigh, and his brows were stained with a rare sadness, but the sadness was so deep that it couldn't be dispelled, "As long as Boss Xing can come to my shop often, it will be a big deal to me Ender."

Xing Zhan was puzzled, but seeing that he didn't mean to explain, he didn't delve into it. After drinking the tea in his cup, he thanked him again and left.

"Can you see who he is?" Xing Zhan asked Gong Mu.

Gong Mu floated lazily: "How old do you think he is?"

"More than 30? But he is so weird that you say that he is more than 40, and I believe it. If you just look at his face, I also believe that he is more than 20."

"He would be more than 100 years old at least. A cultivator always has some skills to keep his face."

Gong Mu waited for Xing Zhan to exclaim, "Wow, over 100 years old" and "Ah, you can see this", but Xing Zhan just bowed his head silently in thought.

"What's the matter, are you going to recite the core socialist values ​​again?"

Xing Zhan slapped him on the back of the head. Although it passed through his head, Gong Mu still felt like he was about to be slapped away, so he glared at him angrily.

"He asked me for something." Xing Zhan thought about it, "I'm curious, what would a person like him need to ask me for help."

The hand in the pocket is rubbing the safety buckle, regardless of whether Gong Mu's guess is true or false, the safety buckle blocked the blow of the skull for him. I have seen it with my own eyes. A person who can send out the safety buckle must not be an ordinary person. He hopes that he Often go to sit, what is the purpose behind it?

Just as he was thinking, Xing Zhan raised his head and stopped.

A skinny man stood at the door of Shuiyue's house, neither going in nor leaving, just staring sullenly at the customers who came and went. He was none other than Lu Wei, the owner of the cafe.

It's amazing to say that just after the ghost was exorcised last night, there were more customers this morning. Even if a few tables and chairs were emptied and a window was missing, it did not affect the normal business at all.

"Brother Lu." Xing Zhan greeted him with a smile, took out a cigarette and handed it up, "What are you doing standing here, why don't you go in and have a meeting?"

Lu Wei didn't pick up the cigarette, didn't speak, just sneered at him.

Xing Zhan pretended not to understand his expression, but still smiled cheerfully.

"Xing Zhan, business is good!" Lu Wei said sadly.

Xing Zhan narrowed his eyes: "It's just a small business, everyone earns their own money everywhere, right?"

Lu Wei laughed again, and his cheeks twitched. At that moment, Xing Zhan saw a layer of black mist appear on his face, and then quickly penetrated into the skin.

This scene was so fast that Xing Zhan thought he was dazzled.

Lu Wei turned around and left. Just a few steps away, a young man wearing a backpack and a plaid shirt stopped him: "Sir, I see that your face is dark and your eyes are dull. There is a disaster of blood and light..."

"Get lost!" Lu Wei yelled and pushed him away.

The young man did not give up and ran after him: "Hey, I'm serious! Wait..."

Xing Zhan watched him go away, and found that there was still a cigarette in his hand, and he habitually stuffed it into his mouth. Just as he was about to light it, he saw Gong Mu squinting at him.

"What are you looking at!" Xing Zhan yelled guiltily while biting his cigarette.

Gong Mu was silent.

"I'll just smell it, don't smoke!"

Gong Mu remained silent.

Xing Zhan threw away the cigarette in desperation: "Damn, what a hell!"

"You're right." Gong Mu said coldly.

That night, Xing Zhan didn't go to bed as usual after he closed his business, but took out his sun-deflecting mirror and fiddled with it again.

Gong Mu floated to the table and sat cross-legged: "What are you still hesitating about?"

Xing Zhan turned the mirror over and over again, and his shadow was vaguely reflected on one side of the bronze mirror: "I'm thinking about how to be sure that this mirror belongs to Lu Weizang, although there are eighty to nine times out of ten it's him, but in case I guess wrong, how can I guess?" Didn't you wrong him?"

"That's it? That's easy." Gong Mu said lightly.

"Do you have a solution?"

"Of course!" Gong Mu was quite proud, "You promise me one condition, and I'll help you investigate."

"What conditions?"

"Every morning when the sun rises in the east, it is the best time for me to cultivate. I hope you can take me to a park or a place with a lot of greenery so that I can absorb the natural aura."

Xing Zhan twitched the corners of his mouth: "Are you right? Do you know how tired I am from rushing in and out of the tea house every day? You still don't want me to sleep a little longer, and you want me to take you before dawn Go for a walk in the park?"

"Isn't it a relief for you that I practiced one day earlier to be able to get rid of copper coins? You can figure it out yourself!"

Gong Mu raised his eyebrows and stared. If it was the adult version of him making this expression, it would be extremely intimidating, but the juvenile version of him has handsome brows and baby fat on his face. No matter how he stares, he looks like a spoiled child. The important thing is that he hasn't realized it yet.

If you fight against Xing Zhan, he will definitely be more violent than you, but if others give him softness, then he won't be able to resist.

Gong Mu's pink face turned pale, and Xing Zhan's heart softened, and he touched Gong Mu's head like a child: "Okay, when I was a soldier, I would get up and run before dawn, it's nothing Big deal."

Because of sitting, Gong Mu didn't dodge, and he touched him upright, Tangtang Yinghuo Xingjun was patted on the head, but now he couldn't stand up in this state, so he was very depressed holding his head, but he didn't Know why there is a familiar feeling.

"Okay, I've already promised you, tell me, is there any way to find out?"

Gong Mu didn't think about it any more, jumped off the table and landed floatingly, stomping his feet: "Old man, come out!"

Under Xing Zhan's astonished eyes, a puff of smoke rose from his room, and a handsome man in a black suit and glasses walked out expressionlessly: "Mr. Xing, are you looking for me? "

Xing Zhan was dumbfounded: "This is the Lord of the Land? Shouldn't the Lord of the Land be a little old man with a cane?"

The man bowed to Xing Zhan politely: "Hello, I am the local land lord. First of all, I must correct that the land lord is just a job title. Gods with certain qualifications can sign up for the selection. Secondly, with the times, With the evolution of the government, public officials in heaven and hell are paying more and more attention to their image. According to research, my current image is the easiest to gain the favor of others, and it is easier to start work."

"All right, all right, stop talking." Gong Mu said impatiently, "Quickly check something for me."

"Mr. Xing, please tell me."

"Have you seen this mirror? Help me find out who is hiding at the door of this tea house in the past ten days, maybe half a month?"

"Please wait."

The Land Lord took out a tablet-like thing from his pocket, looked it up carefully, and quickly locked the location and time.A picture was projected on the wall. In the darkness, a figure sneaked up to the door of Shuiyue’s house, fumbled here and there, found a loose brick under the stone pier, pulled it out, and covered it with a black cloth Go in, after the burial, the man looked around nervously, it was Lu Wei.

"Well, that's fine! It's none of your business, go back." Gong Mu waved his hand.

The Lord of the Land pushed his glasses: "Mr. Xing, you are welcome to reincarnate to the local area. As a local administrator, I need to remind you that there are a large number of black and white impermanent wandering ghosts and evil spirits who have not been arrested for various reasons. Breeding demons, so your work is very hard."

Gong Mu, who was full of domineering just now, suddenly went crazy: "Why do I always have to wipe black and white impermanence!"

Ignoring his roar, the Landlord turned the tablet, and a long list fell out of it, covering the entire room and continuing to drop.

"Hey, it's okay, this is my home!" Xing Zhan jumped onto the bed.

The land man put a face on his face: "Zhang Moumou, a third-year student at Nansong University, committed suicide by jumping off the building due to poor grades in the final exam. His soul is still in the school and refuses to leave. He often scares students who study late at night, causing bad influence; Li XX, a resident of Lane 327, Yang Road, was murdered by her husband because of a discord between the husband and wife. Shen drowned, whose soul..."

"Enough is enough!" Gong Mu hurriedly interrupted him, and let him continue, I'm afraid he won't be able to finish talking until dawn, "I know you don't need to repeat them one by one, I'm not trying to find a way to recover my strength now, and then punish the rape Get rid of evil! You go away!"

"Okay, you can come to me anytime for your daily problems." The land lord returned the green smoke.

"Wait a minute!" Gong Mu suddenly remembered something, and dragged Tu Digong to a corner, "I wonder if you can help me with something, I want to go back to the Heavenly Court, I have some important information I want to check .”

A light flashed through the lens of Lord Di Di: "Mr. Xing, according to Chapter 48, Chapter 120, Ninth Rule, Article 520, Sixth Rule, Article 670, and Article [-] of the "Laws of the Heavenly Court", you cannot go back until you finish the ninth life." Heaven."

Gong Mu gritted his teeth: "Just give me a break?"

"According to the "Laws of Heaven"..."

"Okay! Shut up! You go!" Gong Mu pushed him into the green smoke.

Since Xing Zhan asked him what he had committed that day, he cared about it when he realized that he couldn't remember it at all, but he couldn't go back and check it out, it was really itchy.

The room finally became quiet again, Gong Mu turned around and saw Xing Zhan looking at him without blinking.

Gong Mu laughed a few times: "Look, how heavy my work is."

"Hehe." Xing Zhan looked sideways, "Isn't he just a prisoner?"

Gong Mu's face darkened, unable to refute: "Now that it's definitely Lu Wei, what are you going to do?"

Xing Zhan wrapped the mirror and put it away, and snorted coldly: "I've always been a person who picks up money, and of course I want to return it to the original owner."