Who calls this thing a god?

This first month with bright lights, firecrackers, and warm food scents passed quickly.

Qiyou lived in a ignorant way, as if every day when he opened his eyes, there were different explanations for the food he ate, and every now and then he had to set off whips and light the lamps all night.

He didn't feel bored, but looked at Lu Chan's back busy at home and found it interesting.

How to put it, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

He also published a complete collection of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign beauties.

After eating Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, it is considered that the Spring Festival has been completely spent.

The office workers returned to work one after another, and the student party also carried their schoolbags and reluctantly stepped on the road covered with a thin layer of ice to return to school.

...But as long as Qiyou thinks about it, he won't have to go back to work in the Ninth Bureau in the future, and he can still receive his salary happily.

This may be the happiest tomorrow after tomorrow, and there are so many tomorrows.

Lu Chan took advantage of him and skipped work in a fair manner.

Occasionally, there are some difficult cases in the bureau, and the relevant documents are also transmitted to him by dedicated personnel online, which can be resolved online, and they will never meet offline.

Bar is very suitable.

The little black cat rushed back to Dong Yang's house before the [-]th day of the first lunar month was over - it really didn't want to be sized up by Lu Chan with a look of "don't kill, be merciful to my god" every meal.

Before leaving, it bit its long tail and warned Qiyou: "We can't stay in this dog's place anymore, I can leave first."

Qiyou was busy playing games, without raising his eyes, he hummed coldly.

The little black cat pulled his trousers with its front paws, and its slender beard shook slightly: "Dong Miao has been going crazy with her family these days, and he wants to return the copper coins. I don't think the time for praying will be long."

Qi You: "Oh."

Little black cat: "..." A little cat critiqued his face.jpg.

It flicked its tail irritably, if it was quicker, it would adjust the propeller and take off on the spot, far away from the world.

"And be careful with that..."

It thought of Lu Chan's half-smiling face, felt chills suddenly, and mumbled, "Be careful of the people around you, he...he..."

The little black cat really didn't know how to say it, and didn't dare to mention it, so he gave an ambiguous piece of advice.

"Anyway, your face blindness should be cured."

Qi You: "..."

This advice sounds like a curse.

He just put down the phone with a blank expression, and the little black cat had already rushed out from the window sill and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Qiyou walked to the window sill and closed the glass window silently.

He didn't seem to understand the implication of the little black cat's words. He still put on a coffin face, looking at the row of small plum blossom marks on the snow, his eyes were deep, like two precious obsidian.

Forever unyielding, always free.

Late March is a good time for peach blossoms to bloom.

Lu Chan planted four peach blossom trees in the yard in front of his house, two in the west and two in the east, pink and soft, especially eye-catching among the green bamboos.

He took the two trees on the east side, and built a swing for Qiyou in the middle, so that he could come out to bask in the sun and enjoy the wind in his spare time, so that he would not have to sit in the game room all day long.

Initially, this approach was relatively successful.

Qiyou probably likes peach blossoms. Three days a week, he would not hesitate to walk from the second floor to the "distance" of the yard, and sit on the swing to swing and read a book.

Some new case occurred in the Ninth Bureau that day, and Lu Chan was required to deal with it in person, and he left the house at eight o'clock in the morning.

Qi You hung up the game, carried Shen He back to the old books, walked out of the house lazily, sat on the long swing, swinging leisurely with one leg, and propped up the other leg to serve as a bookshelf to support the books.

A basketball flew over from the side of the fence in the courtyard, and the smashed bamboo leaves rustled and shook the leaves injured.

Oh hey, I can't beat you to death when Lu Chan comes back.

Qi You didn't move, and raised his eyes jokingly to look at the past.

A fluffy chestnut poked its head out from the fence. He put his hands on the iron railing, and his feet... er, he didn't seem to have two feet, and instead there was a swaying shadow.

Chestnut looked from the ball to the only person in the yard.

The peach blossoms are indistinct, and the smoke is oblique and misty.

This man was sitting on a swing under the flower tree, and the flower-shaped fragments of light were vividly reflected in his hair, eyebrows, and graceful character.

His demeanor is lazy and has an indescribable arrogance, but it doesn't make people feel rude, on the contrary, it has a bit... It should be taken for granted.

This man's hair is a bit long, just reaching his shoulders, but this will not make others think he is feminine, but instead polishes his "too rigid and easy to break", reminiscent of a lazy and noble long-haired cat .

Wearing loose and comfortable clothes, she simply went barefoot, revealing her white insteps and thin, clean toes.

If one ignores the faint killing intent around him, Lizi almost thinks that he disturbed the princess in a fairy tale.

Qiyou propped his face to the side, and also looked at this "chestnut" climbing on the wall of his house.

This is an ordinary ghost, the point is, he is a child.

Seven or eight years old, able to run, jump, shout and scream, the kind that gives Qi You a headache the most.

It stands to reason that he and Lu Chan lived next door, two ancestors who were godless and demonic, and the demons would have been scared away for two miles by their spiritual power. I don't know if this child is too naive or Too bold.

Qiyou only glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued to read.

The little boy pointed at the ball with his finger and said crisply: "Ball, ball..."

Qiyou pretended not to hear without changing his face.

little boy:"……"

Just as he was about to shout louder, the elder brother said lightly: "If you dare to shout, I will send you back to reincarnation."

little boy:"…………"

He closed his mouth expressionlessly, staring at the round and dirty basketball in a daze, without blinking his eyes, staring rounder than a goldfish.

Eyes began to ooze without even noticing.

When a person turns into a ghost after death, he will react a little slower and be a little stupid than when he was alive.

This child is probably very stupid, so he is not very sensitive to the protection of this place - if he has to say how insensitive it is, it is probably at the level of mimosa whose leaves are thicker than the city wall.

If Qiyou's temperament from a long time ago is put aside, it is probably really possible to watch him fly away there.

But now he was half-pushed by Shen Hegui and dragged into the light by Lu Chan. Wearing human skin, he always wanted to do something in the world. He turned a page of the book and said indifferently, "Pick it up yourself."

The little boy raised his head, and his round eyes looked like two blood holes at first glance, but he could vaguely feel the signal of "joy". He said, "Thank you brother! I will pick up the ball."

As he spoke, he looked carefully at his big brother's face, like a clumsy tortoise slowly climbing over the fence, accidentally pressing on Lu Chan's carefully pruned bamboo - if he had substance, Lu Chan would definitely kill him when he saw this scene.

It's a pity that he has been a lonely ghost for more than ten years, and he has long since lost his essence. The boy slowly floated to the center of the courtyard to pick up the basketball that was a circle bigger than his head.

... No, isn't he a ghost?How can it be picked up?

Qiyou raised his eyes from the book and looked at his dirty hands.

No problem, just the hands of a very ordinary kid.

He moved his gaze to the basketball again.

The boy also kept watching his face, seeing him sizing up, smiled and lifted the basketball up, making a gesture of shooting.

Qiyou: "..." If you dare to throw it, I will twist your head off.

Fortunately, the boy was not that stupid, and said seriously: "Brother Lu gave it to me. I can play."

Before his death, he was estimated to be in the period of changing his teeth. He was missing a front tooth, and hissed and exposed the wind when he spoke, which made people feel a little funny.

There is probably only one Brother Lu around here who has such skills.

Qi You snorted and laughed: "That's right. Stay away from Brother Lu, he likes to eat children the most, like you, he eats one bite at a time."

boy:"……"

Seeing him groaning aggrievedly and then crawling back to the next door, Qiyou finally came to his senses, he looked away as if nothing had happened, and turned the book again.

Before he retracted his fingertips, he suddenly sat up straight as if he had been hit by a bolt from the blue.

His eyes fixed on the line of words in front of him.

"Using the red silk as a guide, melting the bones and blood, quenching the soul, there is me in you, and you in me, bind your life."

The words were so confusing that people couldn't figure it out, but the person involved could understand what the words meant at a glance.

What's more, when Qiyou saw this sentence, his heart skipped a beat!

He doesn't care about "I am in you, and you are in me" or "the one who binds my life".

He just stared at the first half of the sentence "melting bones and blood".

Melting bone and blood, whose blood is it melting?

It should be "ru" and "wu" in "I have you in me, and you have me in you"!

The life-binding should also be the life of "I" and "You"!

The end of Qiyou's red thread was tied to him, so his blood was naturally fused.

Who is that other person?

Who is tied to the red line?

Who gave him the red thread in the first place?

The most reasonable guess is that Shen He took his and Lu Chan's blood hundreds of years ago and melted it into the red thread, binding them together without their knowledge.

In other words, Shen Hegui has nothing to do with Lu Chan at all.

Shen Hegui is Shen Hegui, and Lu Chan is Lu Chan.

...Kiyo couldn't even lie to himself with such a statement.

He rubbed the red mark on the root of his finger, and all the previous events were reflected in front of his eyes one by one.

From the premonition when meeting Lu Chan for the first time, to Shen Xuan's remarks, to the details of his getting along with Lu Chan, the black cat's surrender to Lu Chan, and finally the black cat's meaningful warning before leaving on the [-]th day of the first lunar month.

——"Your face blindness needs to be cured."

This sentence is telling him that you have misidentified someone around you, or you have not recognized someone around you.

——This person is Lu Chan.

The high priest Shen Hegui he was looking for was Lu Chan.

Rather than "knowing", it is better to say "verification".

The thought that had been on his chest all this time finally came true, like a big rock that had been hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground, leaving him at a loss as to what to do.

This result was within his expectation, but beyond reason.

Qiyou's expression did not look like the joy of reunion, but was gloomy. He unconsciously bit the tip of his thumb, his eyes were extremely dark.

There are too many doubts about this matter.

The author has something to say: Finally!Lost horse!

But why does Qiyu feel that there are too many doubts - the plot of the third part starts from this chapter~