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Zhuang Jiuxi and Gui Tong stared at each other.

Finally, he turned his head to look at the ghost, and asked, "Which one of us is the ghost? Why is he looking at me like a ghost?"

Mr. Li Gui: "Because you are too noisy."

"Nonsense, I've never been good at words!" Zhuang Jiuxi argued: "I only met him once, and I only said a few words in the whole process, how could I quarrel with him?"

"Even if I talk a lot, it's not to him. I always only have a strong desire to talk to people close to me, such as my ghost brother, and the group of parents who live and eat in my live broadcast room, and the fathers who are rich. But only Excluding this kid who was going to kill me after seeing me...&(%%**..."

Gui Tong looked at Li Gui weakly, and said, "I can see it, you want to bring trouble to the east, and let him quarrel me to death without bloodshed..."

Mr. Li Gui looked away lightly and said, "You guys talk."

After speaking, he disappeared without a trace.

Ghost boy: "..."

He was silent for a long time, then shouted in grief and anger: "You madman, do you really think that I dare not kill him!"

As soon as Brother Gui left, Zhuang Jiuxi was also taken aback, and instinctively wanted to sneak out, but when he saw the appearance of this little ghost, he immediately regained his confidence.

He calmly found a chair and sat down, crossed his legs, and said leisurely: "You are stupid, my ghost brother must not have gone far, he let me in because he was fishing, if you dare to do it, you must be hooked."

Guitong looked at him vigilantly, took two steps closer, and walked around him cautiously. His height of 1.4 meters [-] suddenly showed the momentum of [-] meters [-].

But in the end, he snorted coldly, shook his hands, and walked to the corner of the room to hide.

... just leave?

Zhuang Jiuxi took a sneak peek, and was secretly relieved when he saw that he really had no intention of getting started, and then he clenched his fist excitedly, very good, I'm bluffing!

Only then did he have the leisure to survey the entire space.

The ceiling of the library is two meters high, and there are rows of chandeliers in the sky above. You can imagine what kind of bright landscape it will be if they are all turned on.

But now, all sides were covered by heavy curtains, and it was only because of the presence of Zhuang Jiuxi that a small chandelier was turned on, reflecting a dim orange light.

Zhuang Jiuxi stood up leisurely. He walked through the rows of bookshelves, skipping every complicated subject. From science, history to art, it seemed to include all the ancient and modern knowledge in it, a cultural heritage The breath rushed over.

but……

Only there is no book that allows ghosts to practice like he imagined.

So how did Brother Gui know the silence technique?It can't be learned automatically when you die!

He scratched his hair in annoyance, still a little unwilling to give up.

Zhuang Jiuxi glanced around, and turned his eyes, thinking about it.

"That ghost brother..."

He searched around and found the moldy ghost boy in the corner. He bent down and squatted down, with a gentle and friendly smile and a kind tone. He even called him differently, "Brother, how old are you?"

"I was eight when I died."

Guitong stared at him coldly, and suddenly showed a distorted smile, his eyeballs burst into blood in an instant, his hands firmly grasped Zhuang Jiuxi's shoulders, and giggled while saying, "But I have been dead for 200 years Well, the only thing missing is a body that can return the yang..."

Zhuang Jiu looked at his magnified grimace blankly, and said, "If you scare me again, I'll call Brother Ghost."

Guitong's face darkened, and he pushed the person away. He slapped the wall viciously, and roared: "Do you think I'm afraid of him? At worst, I'll eat you first, and then so what, you want to Accompany me...to bury..."

"Bam—!"

He accidentally photographed the wrong place, and the entire bookshelf fell down in a daze.

The ghost boy's 1.5-meter body was submerged by books.

He struggled to climb out of the books, his expression was even more distorted, not only angry, but more importantly shocked, he looked at the bookshelf in disbelief, and muttered to himself: "When will a small bookshelf hit me? "

As he spoke, he reached out to touch the bookshelf, and this time his hands went straight through.

It's normal, ghosts can't touch entities other than humans, and it stands to reason that entities shouldn't be able to hit ghosts...

"But your head seems to have been smashed flat." Zhuang Jiuxi leaned over curiously, and poked it with his hand.

The ghost boy swung him away furiously.

He didn't look big, but he was full of resentment, and he pushed the boy out.

Zhuang Jiuxi was caught off guard and bumped into the bookshelf on the left again. His body tilted and he sat on the ground. When he fell, he instinctively hugged the big tail behind him.

"Bam—!"

Looking up again, the bookshelf on the left fell down, just burying the ghost boy under it again.

In the book, Guitong's head is looming, and it seems that he can still see his expression of doubting life.

"Ah this..."

Zhuang Jiuxi seemed to have guessed something, he tentatively stretched out his hand to pull the other party, "Shall I help you up?"

"You stay away from me!!!"

The ghost boy looked at his approaching hand in horror and collapse. This time, he didn't dare to wave the person away again. Instead, the whole ghost ran to the distance, cursing as he ran, "You vicious man!" The human beings are simply the reincarnation of the God of Plague, stay away from me, and don't restrain me!"

As he spoke, his feet slipped, and his whole body rolled into the distance like a ball.

Rolling to the gate, he was burned by the enchantment and bounced back.

In the end, he lay on the ground covered in cuts and bruises, staring at his eyes, with an expression of regret.

Depend on!

Zhuang Jiuxi looked at the poor ghost boy, and then looked down at himself, for a moment he was speechless.

...Isn't it? Could it be that he really got sick of this brat?

At this moment, he thought of the words his father once said earnestly:

[Our family is of the blood of the poor god. You are the ninth generation descendant of the poor god, so you are named Jiuyi. If you really awaken the blood, you should have your own poor buff! 】

"So I'm really of the blood of the poor god, not some fox goblin?" Zhuang Jiuxi was shocked, and he was still trying to analyze: "So my passive skill is plague, and anyone who wants to harm me will also be punished by me." To be very unlucky, just like this kid?"

... so exciting.

It was a little frustrating at first.

But when I think about passive skills, although the poor god sounds frustrating, this golden finger is very useful!

Zhuang Jiuxi immediately became happy again.

"Brother Ghost! Come on, Brother Ghost!"

He shouted cheerfully: "Look, I have awakened the blood of the poor god!"

He turned around as if feeling something, and he saw Mr. Li Gui standing not far away, looking at him in surprise.

It's like looking at something weird.

"Brother Ghost, I'll prove it to you!"

Zhuang Qipa jumped up and ran towards Guitong.

Gui Tongben, the little white mouse, was still holding the dead body up weakly. When he saw this, his face was full of horror, and he ran away, shouting: "Don't come here ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Zhuang Jiuxi chased after him, flicking his big fiery red tail very lively, only to hear him shout happily: "Baby, run slowly, I'll just touch you and show it to Brother Gui, it won't hurt you." your!"

The scene was once wild.

In the end, it was Mr. Li Gui who felt that it was too noisy and put the little boy aside, so that the ghost boy survived.

The little boy was quite dissatisfied, he looked at Li Gui aggrievedly, and said, "Brother Gui, I just want to show you my ability."

Mr. Li Gui said blankly: "I've seen it, it's really plague."

"That's also a ghost who only wants to kill me!" Zhuang Jiuxi said righteously: "We still meet every day, when will I beat you?"

Guitong said meanly, "You almost bored him to death by talking so much."

"If you interrupt again, I'll kill you!" Zhuang Jiu analyzed the attack.

Ghost boy: "..."

Mr. Ghost: "..."

This little brat doesn't feel ashamed at all, it's quite honorable.

The boy can't do serious things, but his mouth is really sweet. At this time, he is obviously very excited because he has a special function, and he can say seriously: "I'm happy because I have the ability, so I can repay you all the time. Protect my ghost brother!"

Mr. Li Gui said lightly: "Should we kill all the ghosts in the manor?"

"What are these brats!"

Zhuang Jiuxi vowed to start painting big cakes: "In the future, if the Living Bodhisattva wants to use me to harm Brother Gui, I can reject him with righteous words, and I am not afraid of losing my job and living on the street. After all, this skill must be very profitable!

Those who have supernatural events at home can hire me to catch ghosts, various listed companies can also hire me to kill competitors, even... even our country can hire me to kill enemy countries! "

Thinking of this, his eyes lit up.

He is a God of Plague... Ah no, he is of the blood of the Poor God, and he has a passive skill that is dedicated to defeating the enemy, so he is afraid that he will not be able to make money?

But the two ghost brothers present obviously had no interest in his money-making plan.

Mr. Li Gui asked strangely: "Who is the Living Bodhisattva?"

"It's the owner of this house, the boss who pays me my salary. It is said that it is some kind of terrifying big boss. They say it's called...Shen Yunqi?"

Zhuang Jiuxi thought for a while and asked curiously: "Brother Gui, since you have been restrained in the manor for a long time, have you met my boss? What kind of person is he?"

Mr. Li Gui: "I haven't seen it. He has never been here since he became conscious."

Guitong snorted coldly and said, "You might as well ask me if you ask him. He's only been here for a few years, but I've been trapped here for 200 years!"

Zhuang Jiuxi looked at the [-]-year-old ghost boy, "Have you seen it?"

"……No."

Guitong lost his momentum in an instant, he sighed and said quietly: "I used to be the owner of this place, but my soul fell into a deep sleep after I died inexplicably in the attic when I was eight years old, until 15 years ago..."

"The blood of more than [-] people stained the entire manor. It was the most terrifying time when the curse broke out. Countless people died here. Except for those who had already reincarnated, the rest of us who had a lot of resentment were directly killed. Trapped at the place of death, once you get out of the barrier, you will be burned to death by the flames, and it is like this day after day, year after year, until now."

Zhuang Jiuxi asked strangely: "Where did Brother Gui die? I feel he can go anywhere."

"I don't know," Mr. Li Gui mentioned his own death, still slowly and calmly, he said, "I didn't find my body."

No living memory was found either.

Zhuang Jiuxi hurriedly comforted: "Brother Gui, the past is not important, you think you are now a generation of fierce ghost bosses, and you can get the wind and the rain as much as you want, isn't it very nourishing!"

He said with an envious expression on his face.

Seeing his greedy expression, the other two ghosts were speechless. They would envy other human beings who are happy to be ghosts, and this is probably the only one.

Zhuang Jiuxi ate a lot of melons today, some of his own and others', but after the excitement passed, sleepiness swept over him, and he yawned, looking sleepy.

"I'm going back to sleep, good night everyone."

Mr. Li Gui picked up the young man's collar and sent him back, and the little boy hugged him up.

"Brother Gui..." Zhuang Jiuxi leaned his head on his broad shoulders, felt the icy cold breath, stretched his fox ears comfortably, squinted his eyes and muttered: "Brother Gui, it would be great if you could go out I'm craving fried chicken, but I want to go out and buy it myself."

The ghost froze slightly.

Looking down again, the little boy had quickly fallen asleep unconscious.

Behind him, the ghost boy said faintly: "If you tell him that you have a chance to go out by opening the backyard door, he will definitely do it."

"Have you softened your heart? I'm afraid that he will die under the barrier like us and never be reborn."

Mr. Li Gui paused, and sent the little boy back to the room first.

Then, he came back, picked up the ghost boy's head and walked out.

The enchantment of the gate burned Guitong, he screamed, and ran back desperately, shouting angrily while running: "It's useless if you don't want to, Shen Yunqi will let him do it sooner or later! He is It's just a pawn being manipulated, even if it looks calm now, it will inevitably die in this game in the future!"

Then he was beaten into a ball again by the enchantment, rolled on the ground a few times before barely stopping, and finally lay on the ground dying and cursing: "Double...standard...ghost!"