Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Huang Lang's home is in Yijing District, a bustling area, less than 10 minutes away from the Monster Bureau.

At 45:[-], three people entered the community.

Huang Lang lives on the first floor. When he came here before, he always peeked through the windows, and he never dared to go in. Now that he is here, he is inevitably a little timid. After opening the door, he turned to look at Fu Tong cautiously: "Boss... would you like to invite me first?"

Fu Tong didn't say anything, and walked past him with a knife in his hand, the little Huang Maoer swallowed, hesitated outside for less than three seconds, and was followed by Rao She Door.

The room was very messy, clothes were messed up on the sofa, something was broken in the kitchen, and there was a strange smell.

Rao She put down Huang Lang: "Where is the box?"

Huang Lang pointed to the bedroom.

The door there was not closed, Rao She raised his head, and saw the box on the carpet beside the door. The box was completely black, with simple patterns engraved on all sides, and there was a layer of lustrous light in the surrounding darkness.

Holding the talisman, the little celestial master walked over slowly, and just about to bend down, a hand suddenly reached out beside him, and picked up the box before him.

He turned around, it was Fu Tong.

He held the box in his hand, as if it had come alive suddenly, a little light kept flowing along the lines, and it was abnormal visible to the naked eye.

Rao She couldn't help but clenched the talisman paper, but found that Fu Tong didn't care about the light at all, and just looked at the pattern on the box expressionlessly.

He followed to look at it, and after a while, he suddenly felt that those lines looked familiar.

Rao She turned his eyes away, and slowly shifted his gaze to the knife in Fu Tong's hand. The knife was also completely black, and the lines engraved on it extended from the handle to two-thirds of the blade. It was simple and mysterious, and it looked similar to Exactly the same as on the box.

Take a break.

At this time, I heard Fu Tong's voice: "Is it exactly the same?"

Rao She was about to answer, but Huang Lang who was beside him was faster than him: "No, it's not the same, the pattern on the box has different shades in some places, it should be carved several times, but the pattern on the knife is obviously carved without interruption. down, and..."

He stared at it for another half a minute, and then said: "The pattern on the back of the knife looks like a single word from a distance, but there is a pattern on the box, and there is no word at all."

Rao She also looked over, and found that it was indeed what Huang Lang said, and the difference could be seen if you looked carefully.

Fu Tong glanced at him: "The eyes are pretty good."

Huang Lang smiled embarrassedly: "I can't help it. If you walk around the rivers and lakes with bad eyesight, you can't be cheated? Only with good eyes can you not cheat...cough."

The little yellow-haired boy swallowed the rest of the words, and pretended to look away from the wall naturally. After a while, he was suddenly surprised: "Big, big big brother, there are still 3 minutes left!"

Fu Tong hummed, put down the box, and retreated outside with Rao She and Huang Lang.

The door was still open, and the gap was not too big or too small, just enough for them to see around the box.

Click, click, click.

The hour hand is getting closer to twelve o'clock.

Rao She picked up the talisman, first folded one and put it in his pocket, when Huang Lang saw it, he was about to brazenly ask for one, when the clock on the wall stopped suddenly.

"Ding--"

It's the hour.

The temperature in the room dropped suddenly, and endless black mist poured out from the box, enveloping the whole room in an instant, and a strange hoarse laughter came from the box, echoing in the room , It sounded like someone was laughing in his ear.

The three of them looked together. The lid of the wooden box opened at some point, and a thick black mist filled the surroundings. In the mist, they gradually saw a hand protruding from the box and hooking it on the carpet. Climb out bit by bit.

First the hands, then the head.

Caged in the cold smoke, his facial features are weird and his pupils are red.

Six desires.

Fu Tong slowly grasped the knife, while Rao She held the talisman in his hand at the same time, and counted to three in a low voice.

three.

two.

One.

The moment the last part of Liu Yu's body left the box, Fu Tong let go, the black knife in his hand made a golden sound, and stabbed straight towards the heart of the black monster in the smoke.

"laugh--"

A sharp cry accompanied by the sound of tearing cloth resounded around, Liu Yu's eyes were red, and he looked towards Fu Tong eeriely, but Fu Tong didn't give it a chance to fight back. The knife retreated, and then stabbed in again.

This time, it was more ruthless than before.

Liuyu raised his head and screamed, and raised his claw-like hand ferociously on the spot.

Rao She thought it was going to cause trouble, so he hurriedly put the coincidence in his palm and began to read it, but just after reading a few sentences, he saw Liu Yu's body swayed, and he fell heavily forward.

After falling down, he couldn't get up again, and directly turned into a layer of black sand with a foul smell.

The temperature in the room returned to normal, and the sunlight streamed in through the window, instantly dispelling the little black mist that remained.

Cowardly little yellow hair:? ? ?

The little celestial master who was ready but didn't even have time to throw the talisman paper:? ? ?

This, this is the end?

Rao She was stunned, he couldn't believe that this monster that killed seven or eight people after only appearing for half a month, and made the Tianshi Mansion helpless could be so weak.

He turned his head stiffly and found that Huang Lang was the same, so shocked that his tail and ears popped out.

He sniffled, and the words came to his lips, but he took them back instantly after hearing Fu Tong's voice.

Fu Tong walked to the bedroom, glanced lightly at the box on the ground: "It's not that simple."

The two people behind looked at it together, only to find that something was wrong—the lid of the wooden box had been closed again, and a strange light was flowing on the surface of the box, slowly sucking in the black sand left by Liu Yu's death, And with the reduction of black sand, the gloss of the wooden box surface became more and more lustrous, like black jade.

Huang Lang and Rao She fell silent.

Fu Tong put away the knife: "Take the box back first, let Fan Xiu see what the reason is."

"Okay." Rao She responded, and turned to look at Huang Lang, "Can we take the box?"

After all, the wooden box is still Huang Lang's private property, so according to the rules, you have to ask.

Little Huang Maoer was eager to throw the box out now, and nodded hurriedly when he heard the words: "No problem, no problem, just take it, and don't have to return it to me after you use it up. Dispose of it as you like."

The little Tianshi and the little Huang Maoer looked at each other and reached a perfect consensus.

Rao She put the box in a sealed bag covered with talismans, turned his head and asked Fu Tong: "Brother Tong, are you going back?"

Fu Tong was about to refuse, but when he turned around, he found that the phone was in the monster bureau, so he could only hum.

Little Huangmao'er didn't dare to stay at home, and was afraid of accidents outside, so he cheekily followed.

I would rather be stared at by the head teacher, Abyss, than be haunted by monsters.

Poor baba.

10 minutes later, the monster game.

The three entered the door, and Rao She handed the wooden box to Fan Xiu. Fan Xiu's knowledge was worthy of his age, and he quickly saw the way: "This thing... looks like ghost wood."

Fu Tong had never heard of this name, but the little celestial master obviously knew something about it, and was surprised when he heard this: "Ghost tree?!"

Fan Xiu nodded.

Little Huangmaoer asked next to him; "What is a ghost tree?"

Fan Xiu glanced at him, and explained a few words out of concern for the underage cubs.

The ghost tree is actually an ancient locust tree that is more than a thousand years old. The locust tree, the ghost of the tree, is extremely yin and easy to attract ghosts.

The mindless monsters that have been born in the past few hundred years are basically drilled out of ghost trees.

Rao She thought about it, and felt something was wrong: "The things that were nourished in the ghost wood in the past are basically the same as the zombies in the end-time movies. They don't understand anything except eating flesh and blood. Make trouble, it's not the same.

Fan Xiu also thought of this, and was a little worried. He tried to analyze it for a while but couldn't figure it out, so he had to give up: "This... the ghost wooden box can be put here for me first, please give me some seal symbols or something later, don't worry about it. Suddenly, another monster emerged."

Rao She was very generous, and nodded happily: "How much do you want?"

Fan Xiu did the math: "It doesn't take too many, about twenty or thirty."

Rao She: "..."

The little celestial master took a few deep breaths, and said expressionlessly, "Get lost."

The two started bickering. On the other side, Fu Tong didn't go home, and sat by the window rubbing the space between his brows wearily.

He was also thinking about the wooden box, but what he was thinking about was not the ghost wood as the material, but the texture on the wooden box.

No one knows better than him that those lines are actually a map of the mountains and rivers of Long Xun Mountain.

The ghost wooden box, the veins of Long Xun mountains and rivers, the six desires, Fu Qianyuan.

And what Bo Nan said before, the past.

When the fake Bo Nan incident ended, Fu Tong felt that something was wrong, but he didn't think deeply about it at the time. Now, not long after, the incident of six desires appeared again. Fu Tong suddenly realized that the purpose of those messy things may not be He, but Fu Qianyuan.

They came for Fu Qianyuan.

But Fu Qianyuan is the Dragon of Destiny, what's the difference between provoking him and courting death?Or...the things they covet have already surpassed the deterrence brought by a monster of Fu Qianyuan's level?

If so, that's bad.

The more Fu Tong thought about it, the worse he felt. After thinking for a while, he beckoned to Bai Tang and asked, "Is Fu Qianyuan here?"

After the words fell, Fu Qianyuan's voice was heard.

"I'm here."