Raiders, Boys' Dream Factory!

"Women need to meditate when they are menopausal..."

There were endless advertisements on the TV, and the young man working in Ruhua Xiaoju was thinking about when to show the TV series, when a hand next to him reached out to take the remote control and turned off the TV with a slap.

The young man turned his face angrily, and immediately lost his temper when he saw his boss: "Aunt Hua..."

"Let's get off work, there are only a few tables anyway, so there's no need to wait here." Aunt Hua waved at them, and the young man, as if he had been pardoned, ignored the TV series and ran away without a trace.

There are only two tables left in the small restaurant who are still drinking slowly, and it really doesn't need too many people to help.Strolling behind the cashier, Aunt Hua was stunned.

Inside the checkout counter where the customers couldn't see, a few plates of small dishes wrapped in thermal insulation film were already completely cold.

It's not like this kind of thing happened before, Zhang Fei is young after all, even if he is more restrained now than before, he will go out for nightlife from time to time - after the wrong clock comes, such days are much less - but no matter what, he will Remember to call back.

But today...

The unreasonable shadow over her heart made Aunt Hua feel depressed, her fingers were crossed and clenched tightly, she stared at the few dishes for a long time, and finally couldn't help standing up.

Passing through the kitchen of Ruhua Xiaoju leads to the stairs, and the second room on the right hand side is Zhang Fei's room.While walking on the stairs, Aunt Hua suddenly heard a strange noise.

Some scattered footsteps, door knocking, and barely audible whispers - are they back?

Feeling relieved, Aunt Hua's steps going upstairs became lighter.When she walked to the door, she saw a little light from the crack of the door. She finally showed a little joy on her face, but she soon became serious again—this kind of thing can’t just go away laughing, she has to say a few words to Zhang Fei !

In order to scare the little bastard who just came back, Aunt Hua didn't knock on the door, but directly took out the key and opened the door.

"Are you back?"

Before the door was opened, the voice came out first, but what responded to her was not Zhang Fei's lazy voice, but silence.

……what happened?

The hand on the doorknob trembled, Aunt Hua gritted her teeth and pushed the door open.

There were quite a few people in the living room, the model tenant next door, Zhang Fei's student, his own helper, and the two people I met occasionally who looked like elites... But what about Zhang Fei?

After wandering her eyes for a while, she finally saw the person on the sofa through the gap between the two standing in front of the sofa.

as well as--

Dazzling blood red on the white shirt.

The world in front of her was dizzy, and she was completely overwhelmed by the ominous premonition since the evening. Aunt Hua staggered a few steps forward, and a hand was stretched out beside her to support her, but she opened it roughly.

She finally made it to the sofa.

"How is this going……"

She grabbed Zhang Fei's wrist with trembling hands, and the warmth from her fingers made her feel at ease, but the dead silence on Zhang Fei's body, which was different from ordinary people, made her heart lift again.

What's with all that blood?Xiaofei... what's wrong?

"Aunt Hua."

Some strange voices came.

She followed the prestige and saw the people standing aside.

The young man who looked sixteen or seventeen looked familiar.

Who is he?

"Aunt Hua."

The second call finally made her catch a familiar shadow.

impossible……

The guesses that appeared in her mind made her feel that she was too whimsical, but the expression on the boy's face made her verify that absurd guess.

"Xiaofei...?"

After a very short silence, the boy nodded.

It is only now that he realizes that he has been underestimating the fighting power of a certain lady proprietress of a small restaurant—"Biu changed from six or seven years old to sixteen or seventeen years old with the sound of a clock fault" This kind of horror incident only made her stunned for three seconds, and then she Calm down, and calmly asked the ins and outs of the matter.

And Zhong Cuo was quite cooperative, basically telling the whole story.Underworld, priest, ghost king... Countless words that have nothing to do with "real life" are thrown out in a row, but her evaluation of this is only one sentence——

"Hiding it on me for so long, the skin is itchy, you son of a bitch."

Looking at the expression on her face, many felt that Zhang Fei would be happier lying down...

"In other words, he is out of his body now?" Aunt Hua frowned, "Then where is his soul now?"

"I don't know," Song Guimu spread his hands, "If you want to be clear, you don't need to have such a headache, so we plan to summon the soul. It's just... something is missing."

It's not uncommon for the soul to go out of the body, and the way to deal with it is simple, just call the soul back to get rid of the Yin Qi and then stuff it back.Soul-attracting spells, spirit-searching methods, god-seeking formulas... There are many spells that can be used by Longhushan and the exorcist, but they are missing one key, Zhang Fei's birthday.

"Is this the only way?" Aunt Hua frowned slightly, "There is no other way?"

"If he's a dead person—don't look at me, I've already said yes!—he can still use the bone move, the problem is that he's still alive now." Song Guimu glanced at Zhong wrongly, "The body of a living person has its own body. Yang Qi can’t be used to induce spirits, only birthdays can be used.”

Aunt Hua shook her head: "This, I really don't know. Xiaofei..."

She opened her mouth, her expression becoming more bitter: "He never likes to mention birthdays, and he also fooled me when I asked him. What."

That happened when Zhang Fei was in high school, before his identity as "shaking half the city" was revealed.Zhang Baoguo, who was returning home from a visit to his relatives, had a big quarrel with his son who had entered the rebellious period. It can be said that the two had the most severe quarrel.Aunt Hua is not good at intervening in their father-son dispute, and she can't let go, so she can only worry outside the door.It was also at this time that she heard Zhang Fei's sharp voice coming from the door——

"Why do you think I didn't tell you? Because you don't deserve to know! Whether it's my birthday or my mother's death day!"

After those words were uttered, the two of them remained silent for a long time.After that, Aunt Hua pretended to be okay and knocked on the door, and the two of them really acted nonchalantly in front of her, as if they had never quarreled at all.

"Before, I only knew that his mother passed away very early, but I didn't know the reason..." Aunt Hua sighed deeply, "He doesn't like to mention his birthday, probably because of this."

His own birthday was the anniversary of his mother's death.

"He won't say, and Baoguo definitely doesn't know about it. If you want to know his birthday, you probably have to go to his hometown and ask." Aunt Hua said, "His grandparents have passed away, but the hometown There are some old people over there who watched him grow up, maybe they will know."

"It's really not possible..." Aunt Hua pursed her lips, with a rare look of hesitation on her face, "You can also... go to 'over there' and ask."

"Over there?" Noticing Aunt Hua's abnormality, Zhong Cuo asked.

"...the village on his mother's side," Aunt Hua clasped her hands, revealing a trace of uneasiness, "I can't say where it is, after all, I have been away from my hometown for too long. It's just that when I was young, my family often told me , Do not go to that village."

"They say that's a village where... ghosts live."

"A village where ghosts live?" Many people subconsciously repeated it, and their expressions became a little weird—it's okay to say anything else, the most worrying thing for the people in this room is probably ghosts, just a village with ghosts, It's really nothing.

Aunt Hua glanced at him: "I know what you're thinking, it's not that simple, the village is in the mountains, and I seldom interact with outsiders, but I know a few people in the village, they are all very kind and good people—but ..."

She hesitated for a moment, then smiled wryly again: "I went to that village once, but I can't remember what happened afterwards, I just know... I hope I don't go into it a second time in my life."

Anyway, now there is finally a way to go.The night was getting darker, and everyone was tired after a day of tossing. Of course, Changsheng and Song Guimu went back to their own home. Many of them stayed downstairs temporarily after discussing with Aunt Hua. Only Zhong Cuo was left. And Zhang Fei who didn't know if he should be described as sleeping.

Sweeping his tail over Zhang Fei, the monk jumped out of bed and micked the clock by mistake.Zhong Cuo nodded, gently rubbed his white hair, and whispered: "Thank you."

The current Zhang Fei's body is just an empty shell, which is the strongest temptation for lonely ghosts. With the Buddhist light of the monk and the ghost talismans that Shao Lin pasted on the four corners of the room before he left, at least he can feel at ease.

Although the ghost who dared to attack the priest's body beside the ghost king... Well, the world is so big, there will always be a few blind and brain-dead people.

The monk raised the tip of his tail and nodded on Zhong Cuo's shoulder, which seemed to be comforting.Zhong Cuo smiled slightly and rubbed him twice: "Go back."

After thinking about it, I added another sentence: "Don't forget to settle accounts after autumn."

The monk's cat eyes revealed the charm of "that's up to you", and then he jumped out of the window in two steps.

Without the bright white, the room was completely dark.

Zhong Cuo sat on the edge of the bed, quietly looking at the person on the bed.

From when he left to when he came back, in total, less than a day passed.

But it is enough for the bastard on the bed to go from life to death and then to life and death, and it is enough for him...

Fingers slowly pressed onto Zhang Fei's wrist, feeling the faint pulse on it, and then all the way down, touching the spirit ring on his wrist.

In fact, there is another easiest way to know Zhang Fei's birth date.

Whose life and death in the world is not written in the book of life and death in the underworld?

"Don't be stupid," Song Guimu said to him on the way back, "No one knows what the situation of Mr. Zhang is now. What if the local government decides that he is 'dead'... What should you do?"

"It doesn't matter," Zhong Cuo frowned, "The big deal..."

"Your thoughts are not important, the problem is his," Song Guimu interrupted him, "What do you think Zhang Fei will think? When he wakes up, he finds that the reason why you ran away with someone else was to save him..."

Zhong Cuo looked murderously, Song Guimu shrugged: "As long as there is another way, don't choose this way."

He paused, and then added with some hesitation: "This is my guess—during the ghost king's training period, the soldiers of the underworld cannot go to the underworld. No matter how stupid the underworld is, they will not allow this time to be extended indefinitely."

There are some things that need not be said in plain English, and it is enough to stop.

Clutching Zhang Fei's wrist, Zhong Cuo closed his eyes.

Of course he knows that all of this may not only develop into the worst situation, the underworld may not consider Zhang Fei's situation as "dead", and it is not clear whether there is any limit to the ghost king's experience, even if there is, he may not be in the end That time, but...

If so, how would he choose?

There seemed to be a voice in the dark, asking sarcastically in his ear——

If there is no other way, will you give up for him?

Not just giving up one experience, but giving up everything that belongs to you.

Will it?

He couldn't answer.

After realizing this, what came to my mind was the loathing of myself.

He is after all...

The chaotic thoughts made him unable to extricate himself for a while, but it was Zhang Fei's change that finally woke him up.

The wrist tightly held by him... moved.

The movement was very light, like the unconscious action of a sleeping person, but it was enough to attract Zhong Cuo's full attention—and when his eyes moved to Zhang Fei's face, what he saw was his slightly trembling eyes. eyelashes.

The eyelids slowly parted, revealing a clear light from the gap. The squinting action only lasted for a short period of time. Soon, his eyes were completely opened, his eyes were clear and bright, and there was a bit of aggression in them. ——Looking around the room, he finally landed on Zhong Cuo beside him.

He frowned, pulled his hand out of Zhong Cuo's palm, and shook it impatiently.

"you……"

"Who are you?"

Crossing his hands and squinting at Zhong Cuo, Zhang Fei asked coldly after waking up.