Who calls this thing a god?

The train slowed down, and stopped at the station like a long dragon whining.

For a moment, the noisy sound was like a tide that was wrapped around the person.

Among the crowd carrying large and small parcels, Qi You, who was empty-handed, looked particularly light and prominent.

He rubbed people's shoulders and dodged left and right, scrambling to leave the train station before the crowd surged further.

Just one step out of the entrance of the hall, the biting cold wind oncoming made him shiver.

Qiyou's expressionless face suddenly froze, he quickly put on the sweater hat, put his hands in his pockets, shrunk his shoulders, disguised himself as a big mushroom and walked out.

The black cat squatted on his shoulder, curled its tail, and said, "Are you going up the mountain now?... Turn on the navigation, and I'll see how to get there."

Without raising his eyelids, Qiyou said bluntly, "I won't go."

"?"

The black cat's paws were holding on to his clothes, for fear of being thrown off by someone inadvertently, "Then where are you going? This person is unfamiliar with the place, don't wander around, hey!"

"Buy some clothes."

The black cat paused and looked at him in disbelief.

"What did you say?"

Qi You was blinded by the cold wind blowing in front of him. Grinding his teeth, he said coldly, "Go and buy some clothes first. I can't bear it anymore."

"..."

Can you have a little god baggage, please.

……

In a clothing store closest to the station, the salesperson was wrapped in a plush sweater and curled up on a beanbag sofa. His sleeves covered most of his palms, only his red fingers were exposed, and he was trembling with his mobile phone.

She was probably used to the desertedness in the store, half of her face was buried in her collar, and she rolled her eyelids in surprise when she heard the sound of the door being pushed open.

The one who came was a young man in his early 20s, tall and thin, with picturesque features.

There was an occasional sense of sharpness between his wan expression, like a cold knife half hidden in its sheath.

He must have been frozen by the wind, and the tip of his nose was a little red, which weakened his inhuman aura.

The salesperson subconsciously threw away the mobile phone as if being checked by the leader, stood up and said in standard Mandarin: "Welcome, what do you need?"

"... a thicker coat." Qi You added another sentence in a slightly hesitant tone: "Wear it on the mountain."

The salesperson showed him several coats on the hanger, looked at the slightly thin sweater on his body, and asked, "What are you doing up the mountain?"

Qiyou simply threw out two words: "Digging graves."

Salesperson: "..."

She immediately retracted her hand like a spring, and her smile was so sweet that it was a bit ferocious: "Look slowly, call me if you need it."

Better not be fucking needy.

Qiyou looked away from her back as she hurriedly entered the front desk, and picked out a dark blue fleece and thick jacket without saying a word.

He didn't have the habit of trying on clothes. He stood in front of the mirror and made a simple comparison before going to pay the bill.

"No packaging. Cash checkout."

Qiyou's tone was calm, and when the hand holding the wallet was withdrawn from the pocket, he unintentionally brought out two or three fruity hard candies, which jingled and smashed to the ground.

The black cat's dynamic eyesight is a little frighteningly sensitive. It lay on Qiyou's shoulder and said lazily, "Hey, you still have candy with you?"

Fortunately, ordinary people can't see it, otherwise it is estimated that it will cause cardiac arrest.

Qiyou ignored it, squatted down calmly, picked up a few candies and stuffed them back into his pocket.

He paid the bill, cut off the tag and threw it into the trash can next to him. Before going out, he wrapped himself in a bulky but handsome big rice dumpling and walked out.

The black cat asked again, "Are you going up the mountain now?"

Qi You stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth, and nodded without changing his face: "Go."

"Going right now?"

"Ah."

He stopped a taxi by the side of the road, and called out his name neatly to go to a certain hotel at the foot of Shengu Mountain.

Qi You sat in the back seat of the car, put one hand in his pocket, and leaned on his chin with the other hand, allowing the black cat to jump off his shoulder, pawing and pulling his pocket back and forth with the tip of its claws.

He looked at the scenery galloping away from the window and thought about it.

Shengu Mountain in March is still bitingly cold.

……

In the office of the Director of the Ninth Bureau, the boundless silence is more like bottomless stagnant water.

Standing in front of Lu Chan, Shen Xuan felt a little uneasy, rubbing the hem of his clothes back and forth with his rough index finger and thumb.

The relationship between master and apprentice in the previous life seems to be reversed.

When he picked up Lu Chan, he knew that such a day would come.

Sooner or later he will confess his sins.

Even so, I still feel lucky, hoping that this day will be later, later.

Lu Chan covered his face with his hands, bowed his waist and took a deep breath.

He has held this position for some time.

It has been more than an hour since he remembered his origins, and he seems to be extremely disgusted and angry, but in fact, only he knows that his mind is just blank.

Too much pain and numbness.

Extremely angry and resentful, the distress signal he could think of was only the word "Pray for You".

Just thinking about it, he felt a dull pain in a nerve, pulling him to cheer up.

Lu Chan suddenly rubbed his face hard, straightened up, and let out a long breath.

"You, Xiao Lu..."

"Stop."

Lu Chan made a stop gesture.

He was sent to the military camp when he was young and grew up, and the number of times he talked with Shen Xuan alone can be counted on one hand, and most of them depended on Mrs. Shen to communicate with each other.

Lu Chan's heartfelt words to Shen Xuan since he was a child were nothing more than "I'm afraid you will die in this position and no one will care about you", which really made him say something sensational, but he really couldn't say it.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "You don't owe me anything, Old Shen.

"The only thing about your past that makes me feel bad is nothing more than the bullshit damnation that the God of Resentment suffered, but it is not directly related to you."

Lu Chan paused for a moment and then said: "The person you should apologize to is not me, but the people of the past. Maybe there is such a Shen Hegui."

But it has nothing to do with me.

He didn't say a word, but he showed this meaning everywhere.

Lu Chan does not belong to the world of mortals in the past, and he is not Shen Hegui either.

Bai He will not come back again.

The two people present knew it well.

Even so, Shen Xuan still bears the sin of the mountain lord, unable to break free, and has nowhere to refute.

He stood there stiffly, like a dead old tree.

"If you have to say what you owe me..." Lu Chan suddenly changed the subject.

Hearing this, Shen Xuan stood upright with a solemn expression, "Just say what you want, as long as I can do it."

Lu Chan turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly, "Give me Qiyou's contact information."

Shen Xuan: "..."

He said sternly: "Monks don't tell lies——"

"Give me Qiyou's contact information."

Shen Xuan: "..."

No, you make me feel very embarrassed.

He smiled embarrassingly: "Xiao Lu, God of Resentment—"

"His name is Qiyou," Lu Chan replied crisply, "He is your daughter-in-law."

"..." Don't do this, please.

Shen Xuan's face was ashen, and he couldn't say another word for a long time.

Lu Chan stared at him relentlessly: "He came to see you before he left, so he must have left a way out for himself."

"That's what happened."

Shen Xuan sighed and said: "...But he didn't tell me too much, he only said that he was going to sink—"

In the middle of speaking, he knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, so he hurriedly cut off the conversation, but the sensitive Dafenghuang had already caught him to a few words.

"Shen Gushan. Is that so?"

"..." Gan.

Shen Xuan didn't say yes or no, he just let out another long sigh, looked away, and muttered: "Oh, I can't remember clearly when I'm old, which mountain is this kid going to?  … What kind of mountain to sink, what kind of Gu mountain..."

Lu Chan nodded, and when he was about to get up, he heard Lao Shen call out seriously: "Little Lu."

He raised his eyes and saw Director Shen Xuan looking down at him from above, with his hands behind his back, vaguely similar to the former Mountain Lord.

"You have to know that Mr. Qiyou knew the relationship between you and your predecessors earlier than you. He didn't tell you about it. He had his own considerations. He didn't want you to be involved in these shitty things again. Although you And pray for wine..."

Shen Xuan paused, but continued without changing his expression: "Although you and Qi Jiu are not the same person, he may not think so. Qi Jiu died in front of him, and he doesn't want you to make mistakes again."

"I know."

Lu Chan nodded calmly, "But you should also know who my life is for."

"Regardless of cause and effect, I want him to tell me himself."

"I only live and die with him, advancing and retreating together. There is no other possibility."

Shen Xuan was not surprised by this answer, and it was even somewhat reasonable.

"...Are you going to Shengu Mountain to rob him?"

"Do not."

Lu Chan smiled and shook his head.

For some reason, looking at this smile, Shen Xuan inexplicably felt chills all over his body.

... why the fuck is a bit weird.

Sure enough, the next second Lu Chan said sullenly: "...He thinks I can't catch him because I don't have contact information or address?"

He snorted and commented, "It's so cute."

Shen Xuan: "..."

In the future, whoever said that Lu Chan and Shen Hegui had a half-money relationship, he was the first to refuse to accept it, and he personally came to the door with a dog-beating stick to reason!

Lu Chan sat on the sofa, as if he was sure of winning, and as if he was desperate, he slowly took out something from his pocket.

It was a rusty, cold and ominous copper coin.

It is a copper coin to petition the God of Resentment.

Before he and Qiyou reunited, the copper coin was handed over to Jiang Fusheng by Qiyou's hand, and Jiang Fusheng gave it to himself in another hand.

In fact, before I knew it, the beginning of the story had already written about their reunion.

They are all running towards each other.

It's just that both of them are on the road, walking very slowly and stubbornly.

But one day, they will meet again.

The author has something to say: Today is a normal update~

It may not be possible on Saturday and Sunday. The author will review the mid-term exam in the next cycle~

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