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Hearing Yu Qingdong's understatement, Wen Yuhua's emotions instantly collapsed, and his eyes turned red.

He didn't know what method Yu Qingdong used to stop him from making a sound, but it was foreseeable that if he couldn't call for help, he wouldn't be able to attract people. Unless Yu Qingdong raised his hand, he could only accept how to deal with him.But the person in front of him was a devil, deliberately distorting his original intentions, obviously he would not simply let him go, the cruelty hidden under the smile made him almost unable to breathe.

He was terrified.

How could he not think about provoking such a ruthless character?

How could you naively think that you could negotiate with such a person just now?

Wen Yuhua was almost desperate, at this moment a sound of footsteps came from not far away, especially loud in the silent night.

He was stunned for a moment, a burst of ecstasy in his heart, struggling to crawl out, squeezed out a sob from his throat, scattered in the wind together with the sound of running water from the small fountain, revealing a strange shriek.

The student who came back late just happened to pass by, and was taken aback at this time, his hairs were standing on end, his scalp was numb, he looked around the grove vigilantly, and he was relieved that he didn't see anything strange.

"Scare me, it's the sound of the fountain."

He rubbed his arms, still panicked, and quickly left with quick steps.

Wen Yuhua tried his best to climb out half a meter. Hearing the footsteps getting farther and farther away, he finally fell into despair.

He dug his fingers into the soil, his eyes were dull, he felt like a dying fish on the chopping board, even the pain in his body was numb, and he might give his life here at any time.

He is so sorry, so sorry.

Yu Qingdong had already stopped for a while, folded his arms and watched Wen Yuhua rolling and struggling on the ground calmly, as if he was watching some fun, and didn't care how gloomy Wen Yuhua was in his mood.

Wen Yuhua didn't expect Yu Qingdong to stop his hand suddenly. He lay on the ground and cried silently for a long time before realizing that he was not numb, but really no longer in pain.

Surviving a desperate situation, he couldn't react at once, his eyes were blank for a few seconds, he suddenly raised his head to look at Yu Qingdong, touched Yu Qingdong's interested eyes, immediately screamed, and crawled away from Yu Qingdong with hands and feet.

"Stop."

Yu Qingdong's tone was calm, but Wen Yuhua's whole body froze, he stopped in place and dared not move.

Yu Qingdong walked over to pick him up, patted the soil, put it next to a tree, and asked him again about the origin of the mask.

Wen Yuhua's voice was already hoarse, and he felt very uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to provoke Yu Qingdong anymore, so he could only endure the discomfort and confess honestly.

It turned out that Wen Yuhua did give the young ghost lotion, but he didn't give it directly to the young ghost.

His parents were in a business marriage, and their relationship was not deep. Each had other children outside. His status has not been considered secure. After his illegitimate younger brother gained his father's attention, he has been looking for bargaining chips.

Last semester, he met a special wechat business by accident. It is said that the skin care products they sell have miraculous effects. After reading the comments in Moments, he bought a bottle of body lotion that is said to make people fall in love with him, and secretly mixed it with The big treasure used by the young ghost to wipe his face was used by the young ghost.

He didn't have any feelings for the young ghost. He was just curious at first, and he tried it with the idea that a good classmate could help him. Unexpectedly, the young ghost really fell in love with him suddenly, and even offered to give him several excellent programs. , making his position unprecedentedly stable, he was shocked at once.

Some time ago, the young ghost's big treasure was used up, and he replaced it with a new body lotion, but the effect gradually weakened. He had already taken a lot of benefits, and was hesitating whether to stop and change it into a bondage of benefits, but the illegitimate brother suddenly pressed on, He also got in touch with the young ghost in private, obviously something was investigated.He was afraid of losing the wholehearted support of the young ghost, so he hurriedly put on some mask before the effect disappeared, claiming that it was a gift in return.

Wen Yuhua knew that what he did was unethical, and while saying that he really didn't do it on purpose at first, he frantically apologized to Yu Qingdong and begged Yu Qingdong to forgive him.

Yu Qingdong glanced at the words on top of his head, and it had changed to "Moving bricks and yards, balding early in life", guessing that he was not lying, his face became more and more cold.

Wen Yuhua has indeed done something bad, and he is sorry for the young ghost, but the crime is not worthy of death.In addition, he is not a member of the Taoist sect, so Yu Qingdong cannot be tried as an outsider, and should be handed over to the laws of the yin and yang realms for a fair conviction.

What Yu Qingdong can do is to speed up the trial and collect some interest for the young ghost.

For example, beat Wen Yuhua a few more times before completing the youth ghost obsession.

He narrowed his eyes slightly: "Do you have that person's contact information?"

Wen Yuhua said: "Yes, yes, you can read WeChat, and I will send you his business card."

He quickly pushed the Weishang to Yu Qingdong, fearing that if he was too late, he would be beaten up again.

Yu Qingdong took out his mobile phone as he said, and found WeChat unskillfully, opened it, and found that it was an ordinary WeChat user, and Wen Yuhua's eyes suddenly became dangerous.

Has he never used WeChat or Penguin?This is the store?Stop teasing him!

Yu Qingdong raised his fist without hesitation and hit him again: "How dare you fool me?!"

"I didn't, I dare not!"

Wen Yuhua was so wronged, he hugged his head to avoid the beating, and said tearfully that it was really this Weishang, many girls bought beauty and skin care products from him, and showed Yu Qingdong his mobile phone to see Weishang's circle of friends.

Following his explanation, the rapid development of science and technology in the past 20 years has opened the door to a new world for Yu Qingdong.

These days, everything is information-based, and everything is purchased online, which is completely different from his time. Maybe ghost hunting and exorcism have also become remote methods.

Then how to attract the aura of heaven and earth?

Relying on radio frequency resonance or the legendary quantum entanglement?

He really couldn't figure it out, holding his mobile phone with a serious expression on his face: times have changed, life is so difficult!

Yu Qingdong was very worried that he would have problems in the next process, after much deliberation, he decided to seek help from someone who knew how to do it.

In his situation, the police in Yangjian would definitely not be able to find him, regardless of whether he was a member of the Taoist sect or not.

"Fortunately, I know people on both sides. Since the one in the yang world is not suitable, I will go to the Chenghuang Temple tomorrow to complain and ask the police in the underworld for help!"

……

At dawn, Wen Yuhua woke up suddenly and sat up from the bed.

The experience of last night was deeply engraved in his mind, and there seemed to be pain remaining in his body. He looked around in shock, and found himself in the dormitory. He subconsciously looked down at his body, but he didn't see any scars or bruises. Even the pajamas on his body were as clean as before going to bed, and he couldn't help but feel at a loss.

He clearly remembered being beaten up by Yu Qingdong last night, and then...

Wen Yuhua racked his brains and couldn't recall his memory after being beaten, and he didn't know how he got back to the dormitory. For a while, he wondered whether the experience last night was real, or whether he had a nightmare after being extremely guilty.

His roommate saw that his face was pale, and he sat on the bed without moving for a long time, and asked with concern: "I heard that you are all right, did you have a nightmare?"

Wen Yuhua tentatively asked, "I didn't do anything embarrassing last night, did I?"

His roommate said: "You have been talking all night, and you didn't respond to what we called you. You have no choice but to wait for you to wake up."

Wen Yuhua stared blankly for a while, then heaved a sigh of relief.

It's good if it's a dream, it's good if it's a dream.

There was no class in the morning, so he originally wanted to take a break, but remembering that there was still business at home, he could only get up and wash up.

Maybe the world is so strange, the last person he wants to see is Yu Qingdong, but when he leaves the dormitory, the first thing he sees is Yu Qingdong's back.

Obviously, Yu Qingdong still had that delicate and somewhat weak appearance, and he didn't see him now, he was still a little panicked and embarrassed, and took the initiative to retreat to the blind spot of Yu Qingdong's line of sight, only then was he relieved a little.

Yu Qingdong, who was walking in front, paused at this moment, as if eyes had grown from the back of his head, he turned his head abruptly, fixed his gaze on him, and slowly smiled.

That appearance was no different from last night.

Wen Yuhua's liver and gallbladder were torn, his legs went limp and he fell to the ground, his limbs fluttered a few times, and he finally got up, not daring to stay any longer, staggering and running in the opposite direction.

The students around were taken aback by him, and when they saw clearly who the bereaved dog was, they all showed expressions of watching the excitement.

Satisfied with his fear, Yu Qingdong looked away and calmly went downstairs.

……

Before Yu Qingdong fell into a deep sleep, he had been concentrating on dealing with old and mysterious cases for a long time, and had contacts with many official units in the underworld, including the Town God's Temple in Tanghu City.At that time, in order to investigate a serial case, he cooperated with an old city god wrestler for a long time. The two parties were quite familiar with each other.

After all, a lot of past experience is there.

Yu Qingdong was not at all worried that contacting them would lead to danger. He did not deliberately jump out of reincarnation, and he had never avoided the underworld. The act of using the soul as an eye had long been approved by the two realms. The underworld even gave a helping hand. If he was in trouble and went to the relevant department, no one would refuse his help.

Therefore, even though he has been shocked by the development of technology in the past 20 years, Yu Qingdong still thinks that finding a micro-business is as easy as before.

But that's just what he thinks.

After he figured out how to recharge with mobile banking and how to scan the QR code to get on the bus, he squeezed onto the subway with a facial mask in his hand, sitting on his seat with a dazed expression on his face.

Looking at the past, the car is full of people explaining above their heads. He used to be able to observe the five lucks and six qi, and he is no stranger to the appearance of things on the crowd, but is the explanation of some people on the subway too strange?

The little girl sitting on his right hand was holding a mobile phone to watch the video, and excitedly posted "Guarding the best brother in the world", but the description above her head was "How many good brothers do you have?".

Sitting diagonally across from him was a young man in a suit and leather shoes with a serious expression. At first glance, he looked like a social elite, but the explanation above his head was "a macho man should wear a small skirt".

Standing in the corner of the subway, a man and a woman with ordinary appearance and heavy make-up are exchanging how much money "Ban No. [-]" has given in gifts. The description above their heads is "The police rescued two ordinary citizens, and the whereabouts of the famous anchor are still unknown"...

Yu Qingdong felt that after sleeping for 22 years, he really couldn't understand this society anymore.

The huge change made him a little silent. It was not until he got out of the car and walked to the gate of the Chenghuang Temple that he saw the same building as it was more than 20 years ago, and the sense of familiarity came back to him.

He has some emotions: Although things are different, but the lives of most people are indeed getting better and better, which is really a happy thing.

After clearing up his mood, Yu Qingdong walked back to the Temple of the City God. He had just walked a few meters when he caught a glimpse of a person from the corner of his eye. There seemed to be a golden word on the top of his head, and his footsteps stopped in place.

Yu Qingdong turned around and took a closer look, only to see a man with a handsome face, broad shoulders and long legs, walking towards the parking lot near the Town God's Temple. He is as sharp as the flames of war, but his momentum is as calm as Yuan Yue, forming a unique temperament of contradiction and harmony, which is very eye-catching.

Many pedestrians coming and going were attracted by him and couldn't help staring at his face. Unlike them, Yu Qingdong focused his attention on the top of this man's head from the very beginning.

There are eight big characters——

The founding emperor, Megatron in all directions.

Yu Qingdong: "..."

My friend, although I don't know your last name, but in our Huaxia, you will be wiped out by the county public security bureau.

The author has something to say:

Yu Qingdong: Undecided, quantum mechanics; style jump, virtual world; unexplainable, time travel; not enough brains, parallel universe.

A son-in-law with eight big characters on top of his head: When things are undecided, Zi Zeng said; if the arguments are not enough, Lu Xun will come to make up; if the logic is not logical, the same reason can be proved;

The previous title didn't feel domineering enough (?), so I changed it to one that fits the taste of a poor apprentice.