Small saccharin

It happened to be a wide intersection, Zhuang Jiuxi turned the steering wheel and started to turn, only to hear the muffled hum of the sports car, the sound became louder and louder, and then...

Broke down.

"..."

The bewildered Zhuang Jiuxi stared at the frowning little black robe.

This is completely dumbfounded.

Originally, he wanted to go for a drive and have a meal, but Zhong suddenly did something wrong. He wanted to go home, but the car broke down again. Is his luck so bad?How can any bad luck happen to you...

After a long while, Zhuang Jiuxi cursed nonchalantly: "It's all my fault, Old bastard, it must be his clock that broke the car!"

After finishing speaking, he put the tattered little black robe on his shoulders, bent down to get out of the car, and walked out humming.

The little black robe slowly found a comfortable position for himself, crossed his legs well, and kindly did not expose his guilty conscience.

But Zhuang Jiuxi was obviously very angry, and complained to him endlessly as he walked: "What do you say you like to enshrine tablets, bah! He must have given me this clock on purpose, asking me to harm my ghost brother, it is too vicious ..."

"I used to naively think that my dreams would be realized by him. Now that I think about it, living Bodhisattvas are really unreliable, and the big cakes I painted may not be given to me. I still have to work hard to make money to realize my dreams."

Zhuang Jiuxi recalled the state of the past few days, and said seriously: "I can't slack off when doing live broadcasts in the future. I have to take extra money and draw new comics early. Although I love to dream, I can't be stuck in a dream forever. Don't know the facts."

The little black robe tightened Baozi's face, gave a rare compliment, and said seriously: "This is what a smart person does."

Brother Gui, your tone is really like a veteran cadre.

It's a pity that Mrs. Paper, no matter how hard she tries to put on a serious expression, it will backfire in the end.

Unable to hold back, Zhuang Jiuxi took off the little black robe, put down his hands and kneaded it.

The little black robe instantly turned into a little red robe, trying desperately to avoid the hands of this shameless devil. Mr. Li Gui's usually cold and hoarse voice was now full of panic and anger: "Zhuang Jiuxi!"

The usually scary Ghost Boss was completely powerless and furious at this moment, and in the end he could only jump down from the hands of the Shameless. Those short legs ran very fast, and soon disappeared.

Well, run away.

puff!

Zhuang Jiuxi looked at the little black robe who was running away, and the sense of loss in his heart gradually faded away. He bent his lips, his brows and eyes were bright, and walked home with easy steps.

He thought, just like what Secretary Zhao said, Shen Yunqi witnessed the bloody murder case when he was young, and he was the only one who lived alone, and then he vented his anger to retaliate against the entire business world. .

If he really believed the other party's nonsense and thought that he could easily fulfill his dream and retire in peace, then he would be close to death.

This could be regarded as a wake-up call for himself.

Zhuang Jiuxi can sacrifice his life for money, but he can't lose his life for the money he can't get. Moreover, his life has begun to improve and his career is gradually on the right track.

After figuring it out, the whole world becomes much more real.

He also specially sent a message to Secretary Zhao, explaining that the car had an accident halfway, please arrange for someone to take it away, and there is no need to send it back in the future.

After that, Zhuang Jiuxi still kept his feet on the ground and walked back to the manor step by step.

Looking at the door and the warm light behind him, he smiled slightly, feeling an unprecedented sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Zhuang Jiuxi walked in, went upstairs, pushed open the door of the library, and greeted skillfully: "I'm back..."

"Stay away from me—!"

The ghost boy was healing his wounds, and when he saw him, he screamed and scrambled into the corner, looking terribly frightened, and yelled: "Zhuang Jiuxi, you plague god, you are such a plague!" , I %&*%￥..."

Zhuang Jiuxi looked at him in a frenzy, and slowly showed a pitiful expression. It was broken, but he didn't expect to drive Hao Da'er crazy.

"There are fish, don't worry, I'll draw another one for you." He walked up to him, and comforted him with rare gentleness.

Bai Youlin shouted in horror, "Don't come here!"

Zhuang Jiuxi pretended not to hear, and continued to approach him.

Guitong immediately ran to the side, but he, who was supposed to be a phantom, bumped into the bookshelf firmly.

Crash.

He is overwhelmed with books.

Zhuang Jiu analyzed: "..."

When the ghost boy was dying, he still shouted with difficulty: "Don't come here... ah..."

Zhuang Jiuxi couldn't help wondering, "Am I so powerful?"

Guitong rolled his eyes and passed out.

Fine.

Zhuang Jiuxi scratched his head, turned around and walked out with some shame, it seems that Da'er can't be counted on to cook today, he should cook noodles by himself.

As a result, as soon as he went out, he had a face-to-face meeting with the gloomy Mr. Li Gui.

Mr. Li Gui was dressed in a black robe and his complexion was pale. Only his right wrist was burnt into a pitch black color. At this time, Zi Youyou's pupils were watching him quietly, and the air-conditioning around him almost stagnated the entire space.

"Ghost... brother ghost?" Zhuang Jiuxi instinctively wanted to avoid it, but when he saw the wound on his wrist, he quickly asked, "Is your injury serious? Is there any way to heal it?"

"It's just a minor injury." Mr. Li Gui said slowly.

Only then did Zhuang Jiuxi heave a sigh of relief, and walked downstairs while saying, "I'm going to cook a bowl of noodles, do you want to come..."

He walked and walked, but he didn't move, he just felt his vision flicker, and then he was picked up by Mr. Li Gui.

"Brother ghost, what are you going to do!"

Seeing that he didn't slip away, the little boy was extremely frightened.

Then he was slowly carried to the study by Mr. Li Gui, threw it in, and the door closed with a snap.

"Confinement?" Zhuang Jiuxi was dumbfounded.

Click, the door opened.

Before he could show a surprised expression, Mr. Li Gui threw in several packs of snacks together, looked down at him with a gloomy and pale face, and said lightly:

"Get more extra money and draw new comics earlier. Since you have this self-awareness, start today."

Zhuang Jiuxi lowered his face, lowered his head, and said aggrievedly: "Okay, since Brother Gui said it, then I am obedient and I will start drawing now."

"En." Mr. Li Gui nodded in satisfaction, then stretched out his hand, took away the cell phone hidden behind him, and said, "Now we can start."

Zhuang Jiuxi was dumbfounded, "Brother Gui, you have learned badly!!!"

The door was closed heavily, and there seemed to be faint chirping sounds coming from outside, as if mocking the boy's innocence.

Zhuang Jiuxi took a cautious look at the tablet, and sure enough, he found that even the network cable had been cut off. He immediately lay down on the sofa in the study with a depressed face. He who couldn't surf the Internet to fish was like a salted fish.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he struggled, it was difficult to escape from the small black room today.

He lay down for a while, but couldn't sleep, so he could only get up with difficulty and start working.

"Forget it, why don't you draw a few more paper figurines for later use, draw three for Brother Gui, and two for fish."

In the early morning, Secretary Zhao rushed to the other hospital with the materials, and asked the doctor in a low and careful voice, like a signal from a docking station: "How is the weather today?"

"Category 14 typhoon, pay attention to safety."

Zhao Jin: "..." Do you dare to go in?

The weather is a kind of cryptic inquiry, which means how the husband is feeling today. Now that I know it, it is even more terrifying than usual.

He looked at the information in his hand, and finally knocked on the door bravely, "Sir, I am Zhao Jin."

Not long after, the servant opened the door and made a gesture of inviting him in.

When Zhao Jin walked in, he saw the man wearing a bathrobe lazily leaning on the sofa and reading a book. His curly hair was a bit too fluffy and curled randomly. His usually cynical face showed a rare expression at this moment. A serious expression makes the whole person more attractive.

Yes, Shen Yunqi is too lazy to die on weekdays, but only reading must be done by himself, and no one needs to be around to read.

only……

From the corner of her eye, Secretary Zhao glanced at the cover of the book. In black letters on a yellow background, it was impressively written: "Illustrated Book of Corpse Changes".

The corner of his mouth twitched, forcing himself to calm down: "Sir."

"Ok?"

Shen Yunqi turned around, with a smile in his purple eyes, and a gentle tone: "Zhao Jin, I've been out for a full week this time, it seems that the information is complete, right?"

Zhao Jin's face turned white again and again, and even his voice changed his tone in fright: "You, don't worry, this time it must be complete, and the same mistake as last time will not happen again."

Such a gentle gentleman looks really scary and chilling.

He hurriedly handed over the thick stack of documents in his hand.

The man took it casually, but when he held the document, his wrist paused slightly.

Secretary Zhao was taken aback, and quickly asked, "Sir, what's wrong with the information?"

"No, just a little pain in the wrist."

Shen Yunqi pinched his painful right wrist, there was not a trace of bruise there, but the burning pain spread for a long time without diminishing and subsiding.

He laughed lowly twice, the person who laughed made his hair tremble, and then he heard the man say slowly:

"Today the pain is in the wrist, and tomorrow it may spread to the whole body. Yes, it should be a sign before death."

Secretary Zhao's eyelids twitched, and he co-authored you to look at this corpse illustration book, just to see what he would look like after death.

Holding the stack of materials, Shen Yunqi fixed his eyes on the three words Zhuang Jiuxi at the beginning, inexplicably curious, "If he was here, how would he answer me?"

Tsk, it's a pity that I'm not around, so I can't get any interesting answers.

The information in hand was analyzed by Zhuang Jiu.

Last time Secretary Zhao gave him incomplete information. After reading it, he looked like an ordinary poor college student, so that after meeting him, there would be such a big surprise.

This time, Shen Yunqi finally discovered something interesting.

"The family is poor, and the parents never make progress, so Zhuang Jiuxi didn't taste the fruit for the first time until he was nine years old..." The man raised his eyebrows and commented: "Is this a mountain resident in a remote area?"

No, it's just a small county on the [-]th line. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be so extreme, but the three dealers did it.

When Zhuang Jiuxi was a child, he could wear a pair of shorts for two summers and a down jacket for three winters. Not to mention eating and drinking, it was a time of poverty.

This also caused him to be full of desire for money after he grew up a little bit and had his own consciousness.

Junior high school summer vacation part-time job, high school slender and delicate and indistinguishable, in order to make money can cosplay club senior sister Daji, take photos for money.

With 600 yuan of hard-earned money, I bought the first second-hand notebook in my life, and used it to realize my dream of painting.

University tuition fees are all based on scholarships, and I have to do odd jobs, and I just finished my art department.

Poor is really poor, and the yearning for art and money is also 100% obsessed. Even in a deformed family environment, he has a distorted world view of money, and he can even give up his life just to make money.

Because without money, his life is even more worthless.

No wonder he could agree without hesitation under such circumstances.

Normally, Shen Yunqi is least interested in this kind of people, but for some reason, after seeing this information, the little fool who kept calling "Living Bodhisattva" unconsciously appeared in his mind, and he suddenly came Interested, asked:

"Is his tablet ready?"

"Let me ask," Secretary Zhao said, "By the way, sir, last night Zhuang Jiuxi's sports car broke down when he was going out, and then asked me to drive the car back, and asked not to send it in the future."

"There must be something wrong."

That magic weapon must have worked.

"So fast."

Shen Yunxi propped his chin and let out a chuckle, his purple eyes gleaming with brilliance, not only did not feel ashamed of calculating the silly boy for himself, but instead thought about the reaction of the boy, and found it more and more interesting, he said slowly:

"Let him prepare the tablet and send it over in person. I want to see him."

What a gentle word.

But... Zhao Jin's heart is tightening. He knows the vicious nature of this man, and if he wants to see him, it means he wants to hurt you.

But as a secretary, he has no right to comment.

Secretary Zhao sighed inwardly, went out, and called Zhuang Jiuxi.

After a while.

He came back with a strange expression, and said, "Sir, Zhuang Jiuxi declined your invitation."

Shen Yunqi blinked, with an innocent expression on his face, "Does this make you angry?"

He got up, picked up the check on the desk, signed a high amount casually, and said unhurriedly: "Take this and invite him, it will be my apology."

Speaking of apologizing, this wicked man didn't mean to apologize at all, he was just perfunctory to the child.

Secretary Zhao's expression was even weirder. He hesitated and said: "I did mention adding money to appease him, but people who value money very much on weekdays rejected me without hesitation today and put down their harsh words. Said that he has a simple employment relationship with you, if you force him again, the big deal is that he will not make any money, and he will also terminate the contract..."

"And, he has blocked me."

"..." I can see that Zhuang Jiuxi is really angry.

Shen Yunqi's face fell when he heard the words, "Tsk, why can't I help but be so funny."

The point is, he can violently bring people back, but if he tears his face at this time, he will not achieve the effect he wants at all.

and……

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, thought about it calmly, and came to a very subtle conclusion.

The bronze bell can't hurt people, it doesn't harm Zhuang Jiuxi, it only affects ghosts, if the ghost is provoked and wants to kill him, Zhuang Jiuxi should run away directly under such danger, instead of continuing to live down, Instead, she refused to meet him.

Unless the ghost he hurt was very important to Zhuang Jiuxi, he would piss him off, even at the expense of turning against him.

Wow, what a shocking melon.