Mr. Fu is always too annoying

The call was from Bai Tang.

The little white rabbit was obviously flustered, and his voice was crying.

Huang Lang and Cang Huai remembered his voice and knew who Cang Huai and Fan Xiu were, so they looked over together.

Fu Tong frowned: "Don't panic, what's going on? Is the signal in the mountains bad or is something wrong?"

"Absolutely something happened." The little white rabbit tried to calm down his voice, "The software of the Monster Bureau has a special contact and recording program. Impact, the whole journey was going smoothly, but after entering the mountain, the screen suddenly went black, and it didn’t get better for more than an hour later.”

As he said that, he sucked his nose heavily, feeling like he was about to cry: "They have been out on so many missions, and this is the first time this has happened. In addition, there are things in that tomb that can provoke a sunny day. I'm really afraid that something will happen to them now... It would be great if Xue Ye was here."

Xue Ye.

Sounds a little familiar.

Fu Tong was silent for a few seconds, remembering that when the monster added him on WeChat with a few people, the name seemed to be in the verification message.

WeChat nicknames are also very interesting.

The captain of the urban management brigade.

But Fu Tong had never seen him in the Monster Bureau.

But now is not the time to think about it.

Fu Tong pursed his lips: "Where's Fu Qianyuan?"

When the words came out, his shoulder was suddenly poked lightly from behind. Fu Tong turned his head and met a pair of deep eyes in an instant.

It's Fu Qianyuan.

And Bai Tang's voice came out of the microphone at this time: "I don't know."

Really annoying.

Fu Tong withdrew his gaze expressionlessly: "I saw him, so, I'll go to Xiangxi, you continue to watch the live broadcast, and tell me anytime you have news."

Bai Tang sniffed again: "Okay."

Fu Tong hung up the phone and went to find Lu Chuan first.

The reason is simple - leave.

And Mr. Broker's heart was very broken.

"Boss, are you kidding me?" Lu Chuan's head was so painful that he was about to lose his hair, "This variety show primary selection will be recorded for three consecutive days. This is clearly written in the contract, and you have seen and signed it. As a result, you have to ask for leave after recording for one day, do you want me to resign?"

Fu Tong lowered his eyes slightly: "I will come back as soon as possible."

It's rare for the manager to just get up: "How early is as early as possible? Can you come back before the recording starts tomorrow?"

Just as Fu Tong was about to speak, someone beside him replied to Lu Chuan: "Yes."

The two turned their heads, Fu Qianyuan stood there, and said in a low voice: "I'll accompany you."

Of course it was to Fu Tong.

Fu Tong instinctively wanted to refuse, but the words of refusal came to his lips, but he didn't know how to say it. After all, this was Fu Qianyuan's job. It was normal to go there in the past, and he had no position or reason to refuse.

And thinking about the crying of the little white rabbit just now and the handstand ghost still wandering outside his house, Fu Tong couldn't say that you can just go by yourself.

So Mr. Yazi could only grudgingly hum.

There are rules in the current monster circle. All monsters are determined to be good citizens who abide by the law and obey the laws. Waves fly around.

Fu Tong has been in the WTO for nine years, and he has always abided by the rules during the nine years, but today he broke the rules.

Because the ticket is too slow, there is no high-speed rail, and the earliest ticket is usually in the afternoon of the next day.

The situation is urgent, and I dare not delay so much.

Half an hour later, Fu Tong silently looked at the lights of Wanjia under the clouds, feeling extremely complicated in his heart.

He is now on Fu Qianyuan's body, the blue dragon is hidden in the boundless night, but the scales are still as warm as jade, with a clear luster.

And Fu Tong didn't maintain his human shape, he became a soft white fluffy ball with a blade-like tail pointing vertically, tense uncontrollably.

In the past, Fu Tong liked this kind of contact with Fu Qianyuan the most, because it was said in Yazi's inheritance that only people who have spent their whole lives together can lead each other around with the most authentic posture in this way.

Fu Tong has believed in this sentence for more than 200 years.

Then it took more than 500 years to pay the price for this trust.

The years can't be erased at all.

Fu Tong raised his paw and pressed next to his eyes.

Sensing his movement, Fu Qianyuan turned his head and said softly, "Is it cold?"

Fu Tong ignored it.

Fu Qianyuan lowered his eyes slightly: "Zai Zai, tell me if it's cold, I..."

In the middle of the conversation, Fu Tong interrupted him blankly: "How long will it be?"

Fu Qianyuan glanced under the clouds: "It's almost there."

While speaking, he began to descend slowly, with the dragon's tail curled up to carefully protect Fu Tong, as if he was afraid that he would fall.

Yazi is an ancient fierce beast, which has been passed down for thousands of years. It is actually possible to ride the clouds and ride the fog, but the speed will be a little slower. Fu Qianyuan knows this in his heart, but protecting Fu Tong has long been a habit in his bones. Can't change it.

Fu Qianyuan knew Fu Tong's tension.

Fu Tong also noticed Fu Qianyuan's subconscious behavior.

Both of them fell silent, with mixed feelings in their hearts, really mixed feelings.

3 minute later.

Their destination has arrived.

Fu Tong regained his human form, opened the map icon in the task box and took a look, and found that the grave that Xie An mentioned was not far from him, less than 5 minutes' walk.

The two walked there according to the route, and Fu Tong also visited the mountain by Baidu in the middle.

Guishan.

This word comes from the Book of Changes, which is a geomantic word, one of the 24 mountains in the geomantic compass, and usually appears together with Ding Xiang.

Guishan Dingxiang.

Pure Yin to weak, extremely heavy Yin Qi.

Judging from the results of Baidu, the most entries are all about the legend of this mountain.

The former Ten Thousand Bone Cave.

There are countless graves hidden in the mountains.

Corpse.

There are many legends, and no matter which one, they all say the origin of the name of Guishan Mountain.

It was not called Guishan in the past, but Ghost Mountain. When it was the most troublesome time, the bones of many people were buried in the mountain. Later, people thought that the name of the mountain sounded unlucky, but they dared not change it, so they took the homonym of Guishan, at least. Make it look less spooky.

Although Fu Tong felt that there was no difference, even from the point of view of Feng Shui, it was a bit worse.

While thinking this way, there was a crisp notification sound on the phone, and the landmarks lit up.

Fu Tong took back the phone: "This is it."

This tomb is not hidden, because it was struck by lightning, the surrounding area was covered with scorched earth for a few meters, and there was an obvious robbery hole in the middle.

It seems that no one visits this mountain at all.

Fu Tong held the knife in his hand and was about to go in when Fu Qianyuan suddenly said, "They're not inside."

They were talking about Rao She and Fan Xiu.

Fu Tong knew it well: "But the root of the dementor is inside."

He had sensed it when he first came here, and there was no smell of living things or undecomposed corpses inside, but the smell of coldness and curse was extremely strong.

Like the Six Desires, the appearance of dementors requires a medium. Fu Tong can feel that the things in the tomb are the ultimate source of those dementors.

Destroy it and it's over.

Fu Tong's fingers slowly stroked the lines on the handle of the knife, and he jumped down holding the knife without saying a word.

The tomb is not a random underground palace like some tomb robbery novels. There is only one tomb room, scriptures are engraved on the four walls, and a coffin suspended by chains for [-] centimeters is placed on the top of the stone platform in the middle. , The coffin carvings are filled with cinnabar, and three layers of talisman paper are pasted on the outside of the cinnabar, which has not faded after an unknown number of years.

This kind of layout doesn't look like a normal burial, nor does it look like raising a corpse, it's more like - suppressing a corpse.

Four ghosts and eight evil spirits.

The soul has no peace.

Fu Tong frowned, and walked slowly towards the stone platform. The chains of the coffin were corroded and broken, most of the talisman papers on the four sides were torn off, and the top of the coffin was also removed. The tomb owner has become a bone, but The clothes are still as new, it is a bright red wedding dress with exquisite embroidery.

And Bai Gu held a pale white bead in his arms, which was almost the same color as the bone, and at first glance it seemed to grow together.

Xie An and Li Song looted all the funerary objects in the tomb, but it was the only one left.

Fu Tong narrowed his eyes, and turned his gaze to the square table on the left side of the coffin.

That should be the most abnormal place in the tomb except for the bead—

There is a tablet enshrined on it.

As for tablets, they are usually enshrined at home or in ancestral halls. Even those from evil sects, I have never seen them placed in tombs.

The side of the tablet faces Fu Tong, and the wooden body is pitch black.

Holding the knife, Fu Tong walked over slowly. After seeing the inscription on it, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Tablet black and white.

It was Meng Qi.

The year of birth was [-] AD.

The year of death was [-] AD.

It happened to be the year when he came down from Longxun Mountain.

Fu Tong took a few steps back unconsciously, and almost at the moment of his movement, the surrounding scene suddenly changed. The gloomy tomb disappeared, and there was snow in front of him, and the clouds and sunrise after the snow.

This is the top of Longxun Mountain.

Fu Tong's eyes were dim, and he raised the knife expressionlessly. Just as he was about to drop it, he suddenly saw a white fluffy ball running over in a panic in the distance.

He looked very embarrassed.

It was him who was chased by Qiongqi back then and ran into Longxun Mountain by mistake.

Fu Tong paused, slowly put down the knife, and stood there watching silently, like an outsider looking at the afterimage of a shrinking scroll, watching everything that happened before.

He ran into Long Xun Mountain and crashed into Fu Qianyuan's arms.

Take a nap with Fu Qianyuan in Longmianjian, watch the sunrise, make a snowman, and act like a baby to him softly.

I gave flowers to Fu Qianyuan and received flowers from him.

They celebrated the New Year together, cut paper together, and made dumplings that were so ugly that they didn't even want to look at them a second time.

Fu Qianyuan's confession when he was an adult and the joyful and affectionate eyes at that time.

their first kiss.

All in all.

There is always a lot of warmth.

Fu Tong looked at the person with deep eyebrows and the soft-looking little boy over there, and slowly laughed.

But not long after, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

It is obviously still Longxun Mountain, Longmianjian, sunrise, snow, and flowers, but Fu Qianyuan is gone, only the cub is left, staying there alone.

Fu Tong watched him wait, watched him cry with his face buried in his paws, watched him frantically look for traces of Fu Qianyuan's existence, watched him go from being afraid to holding a knife steadily to being able to hold the knife expressionlessly. Send it into the heart of other monsters, watch his face and eyes become more and more numb, watch him engrave Fu Qianyuan's name on the stone over and over again, watch him finally cry when he is sad I can't cry.

Looking at him again, after crying bitterly, he left Long Xun Mountain without looking back.

Joy, warmth.

torment, struggle.

Numb, hopeless.

These scenes passed quickly, from the beginning to the present, in less than ten minutes, but the best and most tormented years of Meng Qi's life were all inside.

Without the 500-year time buffer, they appeared close to each other in front of Fu Tong. The contrast was too strong. Fu Tong clutched his heart, and suddenly felt a special pain there, stronger than all the pains before.

He closed his eyes for a while, and when he opened them again, those pictures suddenly rewinded to the beginning, and then kept looping in front of his eyes at a speed several times faster than before.

At the same time, an ethereal voice sounded hoarsely in the tomb.

"Is it painful?"

"Is it suffering?"

"Look at your past, and look at your present appearance, how do you feel?"

"Isn't it particularly uncomfortable to want to go back but never to forget?"

"Meng Qi, I really feel sorry for you."

"..."

The words became more and more sharp, every sentence seemed to hide a knife, Fu Tong was in great pain, he bent down little by little while covering his heart, and closed his eyes tightly.

The owner of the voice was obviously satisfied with his reaction, and after a pause, he spoke again.

"The world is so painful, but it's okay, I can help you forget all this, come, follow me, and then you will have the best years, those bad things that make you suffer, will never appear again On you, okay? Come on..."

This time the voice was suppressed very low, and slightly hoarse, gently, as if self-deception deep in the soul.

Fu Tong closed his eyes, slowly straightened up, his posture was stiff, as if he was being controlled.

The voice behind laughed softly: "Yes, that's it, come on, turn around, open your eyes, come on..."

Following his words, Fu Tong turned around and opened his eyes bit by bit.

Then, while seeing the appearance of the thing in front of him clearly, he raised the knife expressionlessly.

The author has something to say: Dementor: "Come and see me brainwash you."

A Zhan Zhan: "He is the protagonist."

Dementor: "Understood."