Who calls this thing a god?

Early summer is vast and the sky is dawning.

In the early morning, the first rays of the sun climbed up to the buildings in the downtown area, shining in the glass windows, like a warm crescent moon.

This is the office building of the Special Investigation Bureau for the Coexistence of Humans and Demons, which is referred to as the Ninth Bureau under the unified caliber of the outside world.

Except for the receptionist in the lobby, everyone else walked in a hurry, no different from ordinary migrant workers.

A young man who was born with autobiographical volumes stood in front of the bookcase and put old books with yellowed margins on the shelf.

He turned his head halfway, and the sun sank into those brownish pupils, slightly rippling.

"Where's the old man from Lu? Didn't someone from above come to check today? He actually fished again on such an important day!"

The man sitting at the desk behind him didn't even frown, he looked through the documents in his hand calmly, and said in a common tone: "Speaking of which, I haven't seen him for a month. ——Since the last time we met .”

Yang Hao finally raised his eyes when he remembered the "last time we met", then lowered his head half-deadly, and said in a muffled voice, "Forget it, I'm not important anyway."

Jiang Fusheng: "?"

He didn't taste it, instead he raised the book in his hand and waved it, his tone raised once again: "Also, the director has been passive and slowed down recently, I heard that he is going to book a flight ticket out of the province to go somewhere with?"

"Is there?"

Yang Hao thought about it for a while, and suddenly realized: "No, isn't the director going out of the province because of the case a month ago?"

"Although that's what you said..." Jiang Fusheng muttered casually.

"But Ji Pai died at the speed of light and was so cold that the director went to have a look... there is nothing wrong with it."

"Come on, you see that your face has been stretched to the Pacific Ocean. If you don't know it, you think it's marine garbage."

Yang Hao rolled his eyes angrily, and flipped the document over a page.

When Jiang Fusheng heard this sentence, his heart almost stopped, and he cursed angrily: "You are really heartless, I am working hard here, and you only move your mouth and eyelids there, do you want face? You, two yuan a piece Pounds, free shipping for over [-] catties."

Yang Hao: "..."

He pressed the pen with a click, and said with a smirk: "I think you haven't learned anything since you partnered with Lu Chan, but your mouth is quite good."

"Yes, I'm amazing, I'm fucking amazing, if you—"

"Hey, Mr. Qiyou, why are you here?"

Yang Hao suddenly stretched his neck and looked behind him.

Jiang Fusheng immediately stood upright, with his middle fingers pressed against the line of his trousers, his mouth tightly shut, and he quietly glanced towards the door.

There is not even a hair on the door.

Jiang Fusheng: "..."

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words from his throat: "Yang Hao—"

Seeing that he was about to turn into Godzilla, Yang Hao raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender: "You said that you are a good husband, how could you evolve so ferociously?"

His gaze accidentally passed over the desk closest to the door, and he suddenly paused, "Hey, who sent that document?"

"Don't come here, you still believe me?"

"Why should I lie to you." Yang Hao stood up while talking, walked to the desk at the door, looked down at the document and read: "Resentful Soul invites the temple to live the project...the person in charge...Lu Chan ?”

Jiang Fusheng: "?"

He stretched his neck to look, and as expected, he saw a familiar name at the bottom of the cover.

"Ah... I don't remember this before..."

Yang Hao's expression was complicated: "Could it be that Lao Lu just came here?"

Hearing the words, Jiang Fusheng suddenly clasped his arms tightly and shivered for no reason, "Then you said that Mr. Qi You, who disappeared with him for a whole month, also..."

"..."

Yang Haoxin thought it was more than that, it seemed that Lu Chan planned to move the soul temple of the God of Resentment to the present world somewhere...

Suddenly, I felt that the whole building had fallen into an ice cellar.

……

The sound of reading aloud surrounds the teaching building, just as the bell of the morning self-study rings, flocks of birds fly across the air, and the head-on wind tears off the panicked feathers.

The nib of the pen creaked across the page. At first, it wrote many complaints, crooked;

She stared at the distorted handwriting, and her fingertips turned white.

She began to draw ghostly lines, intricate, twisted and dirty, like a swarm of wriggling maggots.

She should have wanted to write something, but when she finished writing, she felt timid and began to scribble randomly.

However, in the end, he closed his eyes and wrote three words on the paper with trembling hands.

"Resentment to God".

Resentment God...

If it's even possible...

"Do you want to go to the store? I didn't eat this morning and I'm so hungry now... Wow, you look so pale."

A friend's voice suddenly sounded behind her, and she hurriedly clutched the page into her hand, making a rattling noise.

"I'm not feeling well today..." She smiled apologetically, "Let's go to the supermarket together, I just want to buy a warm sticker."

"Hey, if you feel uncomfortable, don't go with me, I'll just bring you up."

"It's okay." She said with a smile, "I also want to go out and get some air."

"Wow you're really nice, I love you to death!"

The friend happily took her arm and walked downstairs.

And she clenched the ball of paper in her hand and silently threw it into the trash can.

This hatred kept expanding, devouring her soul and flesh and blood.

So many years later, she still remembers the night when she went to the Soul Temple alone.

She gritted her teeth and climbed up the mountain step by step.

The mist that should have been getting thicker gradually dissipated inexplicably.

The girl looked at it, and at some point, the temple on the mountain looked like a city that never sleeps.

Pairs of palace lanterns hung on both sides of the mountain road, and the candle flames danced lively.

She stopped, walked to the side and looked closely at the lamps, only to find that each pair of lamps had different patterns drawn on them.

And the lamp closest to her has a flying bird painted on it.

...Looking at it this way, the God of Resentment doesn't seem to be as terrifying as in the legend.

The girl thought to herself, tightened the strap of her schoolbag, and walked up the mountain again.

She walked to the temple on the top of the mountain, and suddenly a black cat jumped out of the bushes and meowed a long time.

The voice was so high-pitched and thin that it made people's hairs stand on end.

"Take the red string and the bell, and come here."

The black cat's pupils stood erect, and it jumped to the stone pile beside it, where there was a small stone dish with red thread and bells inside.

She held it in her hand as she said, and heard the black cat say: "...It's beautifully done, baby. Now wrap it around your hair, believe me, His Highness Kuanyou will like it."

The girl always felt that the black cat's tone was weird and funny, but she couldn't laugh at this moment, she swallowed nervously, and did as she said again.

Until the bell was hanging on the end of her hair, the black cat jumped to the front of the temple, flicked its tail, narrowed its eyes lazily and said, "Now you can go in. I hope His Royal Highness, the old man, is in a good mood today. Oh, you know, I don't mean to reproach him."

Girl: "..."

She didn't answer, just pushed open the temple door silently, and walked in cautiously.

Thousands of lights in the soul invitation temple are always bright, the statues of gods are majestic, and the breath of incense is light and continuous.

The statue of the God of Resentment is sitting behind the incense table, looking down at the sentient beings with carefully crafted eyebrows, his expression is so indifferent that it can even be said to be a bit compassionate, and it is not as ferocious as in the legend.

The whole body of this god statue is surrounded by circulating flames, and after a closer look, it is found that it is a phoenix spreading its wings and about to fly.

It was a gesture of extreme protection and absolute possession.

The girl was startled unconsciously, and it took a long time before she remembered to kneel on the futon and called out in a hoarse voice, "Your Highness, please grant my wish."

There was a lot of complaints, and bells rang at the end of the line.

She actually heard a laugh, ringing behind the incense table in front of her.

The girl raised her head almost subconsciously, but was shocked by what she saw.

A young man in a bright red long coat sat casually on the incense table. He was wearing a simple top and black trousers, with a lazy expression like a cat basking in the sun.

And behind him stood a tall and thin man, his deep eyes were a little red under the light, and there was a seemingly indifferent smile on the corner of his lips, which seemed a little unreasonable .

And their little fingers are connected by a red thread.

The young man in long clothes coughed lightly, with one leg crossed on the table, one hand resting on his cheek, and asked, "Who is the blame?"

Like a student preparing for an exam, the girl answered his three questions one by one, "whom to blame", "what to blame", and "to solve".

From the beginning to the end, the man in the black windbreaker stood behind him with a smile, elegant and indulgent.

Resentment God didn't hesitate, he simply snapped his fingers and said, "My wish has come true, I'm happy to serve you."

The sound of the bell passed through the hall, as if it was branded in the girl's ears.

I don't know the geometry of dreams for a while.

When she came back to her senses, she found that she was at home. Just when she wondered if it was just a ridiculous dream, a small bell fell from her hair and jingled on the ground.

...not a dream.

The God of Resentment and the Phoenix behind him... are both real.

……

The night outside the Soul Palace is thick with dew, and children's cheerful laughter can be heard from time to time.

Qi You stood by the window and looked at clusters of will-o'-the-wisps playing a game called hopscotch outside, he said: "Pay attention to order, don't make chaos. The new one, don't bully your brother."

"Jeep!"

The will-o'-the-wisps who were criticized by name ran away screaming.

The watching black cat licked the tips of its paws and said, "Oh, God, why do some people never please children."

Qiyou said blankly: "If you learn the tone of a TV actor again, I will expel you from your household registration book."

Grudge-eating monster: "..."

It straightened up and looked at him vigilantly, shook its ears, and ran away decisively following the cluster of will-o'-the-wisps.

Qiyou retracted his gaze, and then turned his head to see Lu Chan is methodically picking out the wicks of the ever-burning lamp one by one.

The light cast a layer of soft, jumping light and shadow on his face, which made him look more like a god.

Sensing his gaze, Lu Chan turned his head to look at him, "Is it cold? I brought your clothes."

Qiyou lowered his expression and said, "It's not cold...it's quite warm here."

"really."

Lu Chan nodded in agreement, "I thought you'd be a little uncomfortable coming back. After all, it's warmer over there."

He refers to the forest where he passed into nirvana.

Qiyou coughed uncomfortably, and reached out to touch his earlobe. He always felt that he should say something now, but when he got to his mouth, he felt that the words were lacking.

... what do you want to say?

He was not very clear again, he pondered for a long time before he said: "The matter of that girl..."

"It's me." Lu Chan put down the object in his hand, his eyes were calm, and he smiled, "It's okay, I have everything."

Qiyou heard the sound of fireworks blooming outside the temple, and he remembered that it was a gadget brought by the grudge-eating monster to the group of will-o'-the-wisps.

Hand after hand, sweet and sour bubbles exploded in his heart like orange soda.

"Lu Chan."

The light and shadow of fireworks hid from the window and fell on Qiyou's side face. He turned his face away again and said briskly, "It's fireworks."

Lu Chan put down the objects in his hand and walked behind him.

Qi You looked at the splendor outside the window, but Lu Chan's eyes fell on the people shrouded in the splendor.

"Did you see that?"

"……Um."

Lu Chan's laughter was as lazy as ever, and he replied calmly and calmly:

"Watching it. I like it."

What I was going to say didn't seem to be that important anymore.

After all, they still have the rest of their lives, slowly speaking.

The author has something to say: It's over——

I thought that I would be making a long speech on this day, but I didn't expect that at this moment, I would be at a loss for what to say.

Then... let's talk about what comes to mind (...

First of all, I must thank you for listening to this story~

In the process of creation, I have been at a loss and discouraged, but what I have gained is more moving and joyful.

For creators, the happiest thing is to resonate with readers.

Thank you very much for reading the stories belonging to Qi You and Lu Chan, which gave me the courage to constantly break through myself and continue to write with a pen.

thank you very much!

Secondly, "Who Calls This Thing a God?" "Although it is over, their story will never end.

Qi You and Lu Chan have been separated for thousands of years, one was imprisoned in a confinement room, his divine power was shattered, and the other suffered more than ten times of soul-shattering pains, and now they are finally able to see the moonlight.

The future belongs to them.

They will never suffer like this again.

Luo Shan and Tang Zi also ushered in the most happy ending for the two of them.

Gu Buming and Mr. Fushu... let's say it's a semi-open ending.

The little blue bird is too extreme, and the suzerain is too upright, these two should get along slowly~ Their future does not belong to me, it belongs to themselves.

besides!Shen Xuan, Director of Bureau Nine!

He will probably resign from the post of bureau chief one day in the future and return to Shengu Mountain with guilt. As for what to do... that's not certain.

I think this character is still flesh and blood. Compared with Gu Buming's paranoia, Mr. Fu Shu's integrity, and Shen Hegui's "all beings are equal", he is more inclined to "chaos".

He is not so upright, not so radical, and does not have the concept of "all beings are equal".

He also has hatred, and will do some stupid things because of hatred.

He is just one of thousands of ordinary people.

...But he used the seeds of disaster, which indirectly killed and injured the "router" couple.

Angry.

But if you think about it again, who sent the seeds of disaster?

Still complain about God.

So going around, they always have such a calamity.

Fortunately, the ending is good.

Our Qi Youyou and Lu Chanchan played HE persistently!commendable!yeah!

And there's the side story.

I haven’t thought about the content yet, so I have to put it aside for a while QwQ

It may be placed on Big Eye Boy, or it may be placed here in two months~

(Actually, because I want to write too much content, I am a little confused for a while)

Well...that's all for now.

Thank you for reading these nagging, hehe~

See you tomorrow! !Love you guys! ! !

Thank you so much for getting to know you!