Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Fu Tong lightly met the female ghost's eyes.

Qianyuan Dao half-floated around him, ready to go.

The female ghost still looked very calm, and after bowing to Fu Tong, she knocked on the glass a few times: "Can I come in?"

The voice was very gentle, and the meaning of the question in the words was obvious.

It was as if knocking on the glass instead of knocking on the door.

It was the first time Fu Tong met such a polite ghost, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Come in."

The female ghost bowed to thank her, and then walked in through the window, her body was covered with a layer of light, which was particularly obvious against the background of the night.

That is the light of merit.

Fu Tong's eyes paused on her for a few seconds: "Su Xuan?"

"Yes." Su Xuan responded, "My lord, I am here this time to thank you."

"For the tablet?"

Su Xuan shook his head this time: "No, it's for the dementors and ghost eggs, you..."

She lowered her voice slightly: "Would you like to hear my old story?"

Listening to ghost stories before going to bed is also very good.

Fu Tong laughed, hugged the pup and sat down next to him, as a tacit consent.

A few seconds later, Su Xuan's voice was heard again, telling him a story more than 1000 years ago.

"In the past, my clansmen and I lived at the foot of Guishan Mountain. We lived at sunrise and rested at sunset. It was not a good life, but at least we were safe and happy. It was very rare. Under the care of my clansmen, I was carefree. After 18 years, until one day, a salesman in the clan came back from outside and gave the patriarch a white bead, saying that it was a night pearl he found with great difficulty, and it could ward off evil spirits and protect the clan."

"The bead was surrounded by a white awn, and there was warmth when touched. The patriarch believed it and put it in the ancestral hall overnight. The clansmen and I were very happy, thinking that we were blessed by the gods and gods. As a result, What we are waiting for is not some blessing, but destruction."

"The first one to have an accident was the youngest child of the patriarch's family. He suddenly went crazy, and within a few days, he cut his own throat with a stone knife. Later, ten, dozens, hundreds ... More and more people died, and they all chose to die after being insane. At first, people in the clan thought it was some kind of disease, and they searched for medicine everywhere, but it was useless. Until the end, a Taoist priest When Yunyou passed by Guishan Mountain, we saw the clue, and we knew that the cause of everything was the bead that the whole clan regarded as a blessing."

Su Xuan's eyes turned red at some point, and his voice became hoarse: "That's not something that can protect the people at all...it's the ghost egg of the soul-destroying ghost, and once the soul-destroying ghost starts killing, it will last forever." Endless, only the soul of Ji Yang can be used to suppress and seal it, after calculation by the Taoist priest, only my birthday in the clan is Ji Yang."

Fu Tong brows lightly: "So your clansman traded your life for theirs?"

"No, I voluntarily."

Su Xuan laughed, and the light of merit behind him became stronger in an instant: "The clansmen don't want to trade anyone's life for peace, and want to leave Guishan, but you also know that ghosts like ghosts can't be avoided by staying away. I opened it, and I was an orphan. I have been a member of the clan for 18 years, and I have been worry-free for [-] years. I should repay this kindness, so I begged the Taoist priest to do the ritual, and then please tell the gentleman about there."

She was talking about Fan Xiu.

And Fan Xiu said that she had her bones gouged out during her lifetime, and her soul was trapped in a tablet for more than 1000 years.

That kind of pain, you don't need to experience it to know that not everyone can bear it.

Fu Tong lowered his eyes: "Does it hurt?"

Su Xuan was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what he was asking. He nodded and shook his head again: "It hurt a little when the bone was cut out, but it was nothing. I know that the people of the clan lived well afterwards. And when I was buried, my mother-in-law in the family even put on a wedding dress for me, and my life was considered complete...I am very happy."

She stood there, her wedding dress embroidered with gold was calm and motionless, her face and eyes were full of tenderness.

Fu Tong's eyes stayed on her for a long time this time: "You are a good girl."

"You are a very good person." Su Xuan smiled again, "Now that I have a thorough understanding of the ghost egg, I don't have to continue to be trapped in the tomb, and the people who died because of it can finally rest in peace. I am very grateful to you .”

As she spoke, she raised her hand, put her fingertips together and pressed her eyebrows together, and bowed to Fu Tong.

She has nothing, and all the funeral objects have been stolen. Fu Tong can only give Fu Tong the most solemn etiquette in the clan.

Fu Tong accepted her gift, and after a moment of contemplation, he suddenly said, "Do you have any plans for the future?"

Su Xuan's eyes dimmed: "I...don't know."

When she died, the farthest place she traveled was Guishan Mountain. Now, more than 1000 years have passed, and there is no one under Guishan Mountain. She has long since lost her place to go.

This kind of answer was within Fu Tong's expectations. Mr. Yazi has always done things in a simple and rough manner, and he didn't say anything about it. He directly asked, "If you have no plans, would you like to stay in the monster bureau for the time being?"

Su Xuan was stunned for a moment: "I, can I go?"

Fu Tong didn't answer, just glanced in the direction of the door casually: "Can she?"

The room was silent for three seconds.

Three seconds later, the door of the bedroom was opened from the outside, and Fu Qianyuan appeared by the door, looking at Fu Tong with deep eyes.

It looks frank and eavesdropping.

Fu Tong was no longer shocked by his ex-boyfriend's thick skin, and asked him repeatedly: "Can she?"

Naturally, Fu Qianyuan would not disappoint his family's cubs: "Yes, let's keep them as non-staff personnel first, and the others can be tested slowly, but the treatment will be almost worse."

Fu Tong looked at Su Xuan again.

The female ghost lady didn't care about treatment or treatment at all, and bowed again when she heard the words: "Thank you, my lord."

Even if this is settled.

At this time, the wall clock on the wall pointed to eleven o'clock.

Fu Tong recorded for more than seven hours in a row in the afternoon, and the tiredness in his eyes could be clearly seen with a little attention. Fu Qianyuan felt distressed, so he had a rare wink, and when he left, he took Su Xuan out by the way.

After being interrupted like this, Fu Tong didn't have the time to think about it anymore. After washing, he buried himself in the quilt and fell asleep quickly.

There is peace in the dream.

The fluffy white cub stood in the snow, tilting his head and smiling at him.

**

Fu Tong kept his word, and took Su Xuan to Longdu Building the next morning.

The barrier on the No. 13th floor slowly opened, and Fu Tong went in. He had just taken two steps when he suddenly felt something was wrong with the atmosphere in the monster game.

A strong evil spirit was continuously extending from the inside, it was so cold that it couldn't be stopped.

But Soul Requiem Bell didn't respond at all.

Fu Tong narrowed his eyes warily, and walked slowly towards the door. Through the translucent glass door, he saw that Rao She and Fan Xiu didn't lie on his desk to catch up on sleep today, but stayed with the little white rabbit. In front, talking to a man in black half-sleeves.

The evil spirit that Fu Tong felt just now overflowed from this person.

He pushed the door open and went in. The people who were chatting over there turned their heads after hearing the movement, and laughed instantly, with an unprecedentedly neat voice: "Brother Tong!"

Fu Tong hummed, and his eyes stopped on the man in the middle: "Who is this?"

Before the man could speak, the little white rabbit next to him spoke out first: "Brother Tong, this is Xue Ling. He went to Sichuan not long ago for a field trip and just came back."

After finishing speaking, Xue Ling took a step forward and bowed slightly towards Fu Tong: "Brother Tong."

He has a very heroic appearance, with sharp eyebrows and no expression on his face. Coupled with that strong evil spirit that cannot be concealed, he really looks bigger than a gangster.

And this style of painting, to be honest, doesn't match the WeChat nickname that I can't hold back at all.

Xue Ling is not a person who talks a lot, and after saying those two words, his voice fell silent. Bai Tang was afraid that he would not get along well with the boss, so he began to explain: "Brother Tong, Xue Ling has such a personality, he doesn't talk much. But he is very nice, before you and the boss came, he was the person with the highest force value in the bureau, mainly in the field, and he was a tombstone that has been practiced for 600 years."

town tombstone.

No wonder the evil spirit is so heavy.

Tomb-suppressing is a custom that has been handed down since ancient times. People with a little bit of fame and power will set tomb-suppressing artifacts in their tombs to protect the burial ground and souls from being disturbed. Rare is the town tombstone.

The former is carved with wood, stone and pottery bones, accompanied by scriptures of animal images, while the latter is based on human bones. When the person is still alive, the bone is cut out and the ashes are melted into copper water, and finally carved into a stele.

The person whose bones were fused, the resentment of dying in vain has not disappeared, from then on the soul will be trapped in a bronze monument to guard the tomb, infested by evil spirits from all directions, and bear all the sins of the tomb owner.

After going through all this, it is not easy to pass through the ghost path and use the bronze stele as a body to practice transformation.

Fu Tong lowered his eyes. At this time, Rao She suddenly noticed Su Xuan standing behind him, and asked in a daze, "Boss, do you know the person behind you?"

Only then did Fu Tong think of Su Xuan, and when he heard the words, he staggered a little to the side: "You also know her, she is Su Xuan, and she will be your new colleague from now on. .”

Su Xuan?

tablet?

Several people were taken aback, Qiqi looked towards Su Xuan, the person who was looked at smiled softly, and said in a gentle voice, "Hello."

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

……

Three seconds later, except for Xue Ling, the painting style of the few people over there suddenly changed, from deep to chattering in an instant.

"Brother Tong, Su Xuan will really be our colleague in the future? It won't change, right?"

"Brother Tong, where will Su Xuan live in the future? Can the staff dormitory be next to me?"

"Brother Tong, how did you find Su Xuan? She found you? Do you know what she likes more?"

"..."

Fu Tong held the knife expressionlessly.

The few people fell silent for a moment, huddled there and stared at Fu Tong.

It's like a little puppy who has been bullied.

Fu Tong: "..."

Fu Tong had a headache: "Can't you ask her if you have any questions?"

"Aren't I embarrassed?" Fan Xiu hugged his book silently, "I haven't had such close contact with the opposite sex in hundreds of years."

Bai Tang followed suit and nodded: "I have been here for decades."

Rao She also raised his hand: "Two or three years."

That sounds pretty miserable.

Fu Tong's head hurts, but he has nothing to do with them. Just as he was about to use force to suppress them with a knife, he suddenly heard a crisp sound.

"when--"

It's the soul bell.

Fu Tong paused, looked up, Xue Ling followed closely behind, and spoke in a deep voice after a while.

"...The Celestial Master's Mansion is here."