Small saccharin

In the study room late at night, it is rare to have some activity.

"Is this a picture of me?"

"Yes, it's the first time I saw Brother Gui!"

Pointing to the ghost image on the ipad, Zhuang Jiuxi complained about his misery, "I was scared to death at the time, but when I thought that if I ran out, I might die in the yard immediately like a horror movie, so I ran back to the bedroom trembling!"

Mr. Li Gui ruthlessly demolished the situation: "I was so scared to death, I still didn't forget to call the ghost to turn off the lights for you."

"I fell asleep at the time, and I thought I was still dreaming." Zhuang Jiuxi said shyly, because he was in a dream, so he didn't have any psychological burden on commanding evil spirits.

How could he know that his dream would come true... One day he really got a free labor force, Mr. Ghost, a tool man!

Enjoying the air-conditioning on Mr. Li Gui's body, he happily leaned over and rubbed against him again.

Then he was ruthlessly picked up by the back of the neck and violently suppressed.

"……"hateful!

Zhuang Jiuxi was forced to sit on the sofa, staring longingly at the indifferent ghost, feeling 1 unwilling in his heart, sniffled his nose, and said faintly: "It's a pity that I'm really uncomfortable today, otherwise I can give Brother Ghost It looks perfect."

As he said that, without waiting for the other party to reply, he tearfully told about his whole day's experience, from learning Mala Tang in order to test a new tribute for Mr. Li Gui, to the unpalatable taste until he vomited again and again, and he was still strong after the broadcast Draw pictures for the other party, hoping to win back Jin Thigh's heart...

"..."

Mr. Li Gui looked down at the boy's showman's expression condescendingly, without any expression the whole time.

No, occasionally he couldn't help but think, is it because human beings have too many emotions, or is this little brat a special case?

Not getting a response will not affect the chatter's self-expression. Zhuang Jiuxi continues to chat about his day. Apart from these tragic memories, the only consolation is that the program is very effective and he has received a lot of reward money .

"I made a net profit of 5000 yuan today!"

When he mentioned Xiaoqianqian, he not only spoke vividly, but also beamed with delight. His blue lips slowly turned rosy because of his smile, and he looked happy and satisfied.

etc……!He came here to show sympathy, why did he suddenly expose his true thoughts!

"Cough, cough, cough..." Zhuang Jiuxi coughed a few times and tried to hold his respect. He sat on the chair and explained dejectedly: "Brother Gui, I know you don't like the excessive closeness of human beings, and you didn't mean to offend you on purpose." Yes, it's really that the fox ears that popped out of nowhere are too hot and itchy, only by your side can I feel more comfortable."

As the boy said, he raised his head and looked eagerly at the ghost, with longing on his face, and asked cautiously, "Brother Ghost...do you have anything else to do today?"

Of course there are.

He is ready to die with the enchantment today, and he also wants to break the curse and get out of the manor. How can he have time to stay here to deal with an unimportant human cub?

Mr. Li Gui lowered his eyes and said slowly: "There is nothing else to do."

"Great."

Zhuang Jiuxi took out a dense comb from the drawer, and handed it over with a beaming face, "Come and comb my hair, brother Gui!"

As he spoke, he pulled the man to sit down very naturally and familiarly, then arched his head towards the man's hand, his fluffy fox ears raised up and trembled, as if he was acting like a spoiled child.

Mr. Li Gui subconsciously wanted to pick up the little boy by the back of his neck and throw him out, but when he stretched out his hand, he squeezed the soft fox ears by accident, and there was an illusion of pain when his fingertips were burned.

He picked up the comb and combed the long fox fur around his ears. The fiery red fluff wrapped around the translucent white fingers like flames, forming a sharp contrast.

The young man happily laid his head on Mr. Li Gui's lap, his hot ears were touched by his fingers, it was so cool and comfortable...

In the silent night, an undefended fox exposed its soft belly to its natural enemy, waiting to be stroked.

Silly naive, naive.

Li Gui's expression softened for a moment.

"Brother Ghost, let me tell you a secret. I knew I was unusual since I was a child, so after I grew ears and a tail, I wasn't too surprised. Instead, I had a mentality that it was true."

Zhuang Jiuxi enjoyed the service of the tool man, narrowed his eyes comfortably, and said this casually.

Li Gui looked sideways when he heard the words, "Where is the unusual point?"

The young man said eloquently: "I am poorer than the average person, so this must be the protagonist's template. The start is extremely miserable, and then I get the golden finger or the awakened blood and then start a counterattack and reach the pinnacle of life!"

Specter: "..."

"Although I haven't changed since I grew my ears and tail, I think it's because I didn't find the right direction!"

Zhuang Jiuxi still didn't give up, and kept pestering the other party: "Brother Gui, what's your real name? Can we sign some kind of human-ghost contract like in the TV novel, and we will practice together from now on?" ah?"

All the ghosts in the entire manor together were not as noisy as this brat. Mr. Li Gui was so disturbed by his noise that he even began to wonder if it was a wrong choice for him to give up his business and stay here?

Zhuang Jiu analyzed: "Brother Ghost? Why are you silent?"

Li Gui was expressionless, and said slowly: "Shut up, chatter."

"……Oh."

Afraid of offending the target person, Zhuang Jiuxi could only shut up temporarily.

There are basically two things like staying in bed, and there are countless times if there are two.

After oversleeping for the Nth time, Zhuang Jiuxi painfully changed the broadcast time to afternoon-evening, and since then his good work and rest has been completely defeated.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly outside, and the boy was lying on the bed, his eyes wandering for thousands of miles.

"Drip."

A reminder sounded from the phone, and he picked it up to take a look. It was the background reminder from Xingman Station.

His application for the manga ending list was rejected.

Zhuang Jiuxi was not surprised. After all, the income of this book is not high, and it is normal for the last list editor not to give it.

Especially after the previous editor left, he and other painters were transferred to other editors. Old editors generally have stable master painters in their hands, and the competition for the list is of course fierce.

Fortunately, he doesn't just rely on painting for a living now, which is dispensable.

He looked away idly, and was about to take another nap, but at this moment, Koukou popped up a dialogue pop-up window in the background, and it was his new editor.

Edit: [The plot of "The Way Back" is too bloody and violent, which has a bad impact on the website, so the application for the completion list was not passed. If you still want to apply again, you can first modify the plots of episodes 13, 14, and 19. 】

Zhuang Jiuxi was stunned for a moment before he realized that what he was talking about should be the plot of the battle royale in the castle, and he replied casually [OK], but he didn't plan to fix it.

It is cruel to ask a painter to replay his previous works!

At the beginning of the painting, I couldn't help but feel that this kind of fairy work, after I finished the painting, I would be autistic and curse, what is this painting?Hot eyes.

In contrast, he would rather not have this final list.

The editor also replied in a businesslike manner: [ok. 】

Zhuang Jiuxi thought the matter was over, but he didn't expect that the phone beeped again just as he got up from the bed.

Edit: [My attitude has always been strict, if you feel uncomfortable, I can transfer you to Yunjin. 】

Zhuang Jiuana: ...anything is fine?

He casually sent the screenshot to Gui He, "Why do I feel that he is acting strangely?"

[Why should you be transferred to Yunjin?Because I asked Yunjin to give you the quota of "The Artist" painting in my hand? 】

Gui He said, paused for a few minutes, and then sent two more sentences: 【Ask clearly, Yun Jin told me that you, the new editor, have given his darling the position of editor, and you are still rushing to the position of editor-in-chief. , I probably thought you were a competitor, and he was not close to him, so he definitely wanted to get you away. 】

Old editors don't hurt, new editors don't love.

Zhuang Jiuxi sighed faintly, and said back: 【I'm really no one's little cabbage. 】

Gui He: [I was laughed at by him. A big man is stingy, but he is not as stingy as a little girl in Yunjin. When I was on the job, he was the only one in the editorial department who liked to play palace fights. This problem has not been corrected.

If he wants to transfer you away, you agree to him, and going to Yunjin is better than being under his control. 】

Zhuang Jiu sent a nodding expression, and didn't talk any more.

He really likes to draw, but Xingman Station is not the only and necessary choice now, and most of the time he doesn't care much about the twists and turns inside.

In contrast, live streaming has gradually become the focus of life.

After he finished washing, the broadcast started again on time at one o'clock in the afternoon.

[Is there any program today? 】

[I want to see Zhuang Zhuang continue to make Mala Tang! 】

"No," Zhuang Jiuxi yawned. He held up the selfie stick and walked to the courtyard, put the ipad on the stone table in the gazebo, stretched comfortably, and said, "Today's task is to give the line Color the manuscript, and strive to refine the finished product before broadcasting."

[Is it that ghostly villain brother! 】

【I still remember that flamboyant purple beauty~】

"I told you, those are the lines of the draft, and they will definitely be covered when you color them." Zhuang Jiuxi said angrily.

He was sitting on a stone bench, feeling cool and comfortable in the breeze. He focused on drawing all afternoon. The lens of the selfie stick was aimed at the screen of the ipad, completely reflecting the whole process of color rendering, and occasionally captured a section of white jade-like The wrist is narrow and slender, and even the blue blood vessels are clearly visible.

Zhuang Jiuxi hasn't had such a smooth touch for a long time.

As soon as I closed my eyes, the figure of Mr. Li Gui appeared in my mind. I didn't need to use my brain to think. The pen in my hand had already selected the most suitable color to render it, layer by layer, until the ghostly cold breath was overwhelmed. fully revealed.

It's cool to have a prototype...!

The purple lines are completely covered, just like Zhuang Jiuxi's confident control of his work, the final product is a lifelike Mr. Ghost.

【It does feel different from the draft...】

[Hey, if there is such a handsome little brother in reality, even if it is a ghost, I can do it! 】

Some people couldn't help but sigh: [As expected of a painter, even living in a haunted house can have inspiration ==]

【If you don’t tell me, I’d have forgotten that this is a haunted house...】

【What?Seeing him live so well, I thought it was a live broadcast from heaven]

Zhuang Jiuxi found the printer in the study room, printed out the finished paintings on the ipad, and admired the works up close.

His peripheral vision scanned the screen, and he just saw a message: [Of course, this was the Shen family's old house back then. 】

Zhuang Jiuxi's heart skipped a beat.

If it was in the past, he must not be interested in these things, but since Mr. Li Gui, he began to pay attention to all the information about the manor. Although there is not much information on the Internet, the netizens who watch the live broadcast on weekdays, There will always be someone in the know.

"The Shen family?" He asked curiously, "Do you mean the boss who pays me?"

[Of course it refers to the last owner of Rongshen Manor. 】

The netizen whose ID was a string of garbled characters said: [The one who pays you should be Madman Shen. Of course, you can’t find anything by searching Rongshen Manor. Everything about him has been cleaned once on the Internet. 】

【Is it the Shen I know...】

【Fuck, then it's understandable why someone would dare to make a proposal for a haunted house live broadcast, that lunatic can't do anything! 】

[If it was him, it would definitely be more than just selling a house, Zhuangzhuang, you have to be careful...]

As soon as this name was mentioned, the entire bullet screen was playing charades, and everyone kept secret, tacitly using the word "lunatic" as a substitute.

"what's the situation?"

Zhuang Jiuxi corrected with a serious face: "Don't describe the boss who pays me as a lunatic, he is clearly a living Bodhisattva in my mind!"

【…】

【………】

[I'm about to be scared to tears by the words "Living Bodhisattva!" 】

【Zhuang, madman Shen, if you describe him like this, maybe you will be stuffed into a urn, cut off your broken legs, and made into a clay bodhisattva. 】

"Is it that scary?"

Zhuang Jiu analyzed doubts: "Don't play charades, no one will give me a popular science about my boss's personality? At least give me a full name and let me search it!"

【***】

[Look, as long as you type it out, it will be automatically harmonized into garbled characters... You can search for the shareholders of the Shi platform, and the one with heavy characters will do. 】

"..." Is this really the 22nd century? Why is there such an unspeakable existence?

Zhuang Jiuxi searched suspiciously. There are not many shareholders in Yueshi, and the second person from the top is surnamed Shen. Almost as soon as he saw this name, he had an idea that he must be right.

——Shen Yunqi.

He typed these three words on the bullet screen suspiciously, and it instantly changed to 【***】, which was automatically harmonized by the system.

Damn, it turns out that there really is something unspeakable!

At this moment, a passage floated on the bullet screen: [Crazy Shen is not afraid of a haunted house, and even let people live broadcast the sale of the house. If there is really a ghost in it, he might be interested in trying to see what a raw ghost is. What about the taste? 】

[Zhuang Zhuang, you have to be careful, if it is really Madman Shen's villa, he is probably playing some terrible game with you and the public...]

What he said seems to be some kind of villainous boss who cannot be provoked?

Zhuang Jiuxi's heart tightened. He was a poor man, so he wasn't afraid that something would happen to him, but he always felt that the villain's horror game was aimed at his ghost brother?