strange neighbor

"Third Master——Third Master—" a chubby and cute little doll shouted while running.

From upstairs, a man in home clothes slowly came down, he yawned: "What are you arguing about?"

The little baby was silent, and the blue big flower clothes folded slightly with the movement, and the overall look was a little out of harmony. He approached Si Shaojun: "Third Master, the people sent from below are here!"

Si Shaojun reached out and grabbed back the broken hair on his forehead, and said casually, "Let him in."

After a while, Xiaotong brought in a man, tall and tall, but his face was abnormally pale.

Si Shaojun sat on the sofa with his chin in his hand, looked at the man's pectoral muscles looming under the black T-shirt and his strong and slender legs wrapped in jeans, raised his eyebrows and whistled.

"What's your name?" Si Shaojun asked.

"Luo Yishan." The man's voice was deep and mellow, like a fine cello.

Si Shaojun nodded dispensably, his eyes swept across his face, a pair of fox eyes with a different style, he chuckled lightly: "Are you human?"

If a normal person heard this, he would definitely slap the table and yell back, 'You are not human', but Luo Yishan just shook his head: "No."

Not only is he abnormal, he is not human at all!

Si Shaojun lacked interest and yawned again: "Then let Xiaotong take you to familiarize yourself with the environment. If you have any questions, you can ask him directly... Try not to ask me."

After finishing speaking, she got up in front of Luo Yishan's eyes and went upstairs again. She went out to play crazy last night, but she came back too late, and just fell asleep for a while when she was yelled at by the little boy.

It's hard to be the master of this pavilion!

Thinking of him, he complained bitterly about his own father again, saying that you have grown up, you can't hide behind my back all the time, you need to be strong to protect yourself, so on his 20th birthday, he put all his brains on him. The Floating Life Pavilion was handed over to him, and he packed his luggage and hid out.

How can it be as righteous as his father said, moving heaven and earth, he can feel that his old man has been staring at him since he was five years old, waiting for him to grow up, so that he can throw this crap to him, and he can be happy .

Fushengge—the name does have a sense of elegance and independence in modern society, but the truth is quite the opposite. Their family has been doing business with ghosts for generations, and it is the 'ghost', the owner of Fushengge Existence is similar to a link and transmission point between the world and the underworld.

Regardless of whether it is a fierce ghost or evil spirit who is doing evil in the yang world, or a ghost who defected from the underworld to the yang world, as long as they are caught, they can be sent to the Fusheng Pavilion in exchange for relative rewards, and then the Fusheng Pavilion will be handed over to the ghosts in the underworld. Get paid, that is to say, most of Fushengge's work is 'middleman' to earn the difference, but there are also other businesses, such as wish exchange, which means that there are ghosts who died unjustly. If there are any unfulfilled wishes in life, you can Come to Fusheng Pavilion and make your wish. Once your wish is fulfilled, you must use the most precious things you can get to fulfill your wish. This process often requires the support of the underworld. As long as it is reasonable and does not violate ethical regulations Under the conditions, most of the Yin Realm turned a blind eye and closed their eyes, and then the votive money they got could be dedicated to a part of the Yin Realm, and this Luo Yishan was the... person sent by the Yin Realm to assist him after he took office?ghost?

Si Shaojun was speechless, not sure what that piece of wood was.

Si Shaojun went back to the bedroom and fell asleep again. When he woke up, it was dark. He lay on the bed for a long time before recovering from the state of brain freeze. For a while, he was still playing the music The sound is about to lift the hallucinations of the nightclub from the roof.

Today is his third day in office, Mr. Si has not yet transformed from his status as a prodigal nightclub little prince, he is completely lazy.

"Third Master..." The little boy came running over.

"what happened?"

"Dinner, third master." The little boy put his two small arms on the side of Si Shaojun's bed, and blinked his big eyes at him.

Si Shaojun squeezed his limp arm: "How does this body feel when you use it?"

"Well... very good, the cotton inside is very light, and the power of the spell seems to be stronger this time. I feel that my whole body has endless strength. The most important thing is, third master, I like it so much This big flower!"

The corners of Si Shaojun's mouth twitched as he looked at his masterpiece. If the little boy's eyes weren't too sincere, he would have suspected that the little boy was flattering him.

He patted the boy on the head, put on his shoes and went to eat.

When we got downstairs, Luo Yishan was already sitting at the dining table, his posture was upright, his hands were on his lap, his eyes were staring ahead, like a retired soldier.

Si Shaojun clicked his tongue and walked over to sit down: "Why don't you eat?"

"Wait for you."

"Let's eat." Si Shaojun replied in a daze, then thought about it and said, "Next time you can eat first."

He didn't have the habit of making everyone else wait if he didn't go to the table.

"Okay." Luo Yishan replied blankly.

Si Shaojun picked up a chopstick of green vegetables, and silently complained in his heart: It's like wood.

The meal was almost finished, Si Shaojun glanced in Luo Yishan's direction, seeing that he was holding chopsticks in a stiff and awkward posture, like a child who just learned to eat by himself, he couldn't help laughing.

Luo Yishan continued to pick up a piece of potato without being disturbed, and the potato slipped from the chopsticks and fell on the table with a 'snap'.

"Pfft ha ha ha ha—" Si Shaojun laughed loudly: "Hey, you don't know how to use chopsticks?"

Luo Yishan frowned looking at the dead potatoes on the table, then looked up at Si Shaojun: "I used to do it, but I haven't used it for a long time, so I don't remember how to use it."

"Before? How long ago? I don't think you can do this in a hundred or eighty years."

Luo Yishan recalled it for a while, and said seriously: "More than 100 years, it's too long, I can't remember clearly."

"..." Feelings are still an antique.

Luo Yishan put down his chopsticks, and glanced at the potatoes on the table without any trace of his eyes. Si Shaojun's heart moved: "I'll teach you."

"Huh? What?"

"Hmm, um, I'll teach you how to use chopsticks, and not only chopsticks. You must have no Western food at that time, right?"

"No."

"Do you know how to use a knife and fork?"

"will not."

"Okay, for steak tonight, I'll teach you how to use a knife and fork."

"it is good."

It was that expressionless dead face again.

The atmosphere between the two of them was quite harmonious, you were chatting with each other, at this moment, the little boy came in again: "Third Master, Third Master, there is a visitor."

Si Shaojun smiled: "Get ready."

This is their lingo, and 'visitors' often refer not to people, but to ghosts who want to change their wishes.

The little boy prepared a large candle engraved with mantras, a handful of incense ash on the plate, and a small knife engraved with mantras.

Si Shaojun quickly took a shower and changed into formal clothes. He bowed in front of the candles, chanting a series of mantras, and then dipped some incense ash on the palms of his hands and sprinkled them forward. Sure enough, one and a half The transparent soul body appeared in front of his eyes.

It was the soul of a four or five-year-old child. She wore two shofar braids, her pale face was abnormally swollen, and she spit out a bubble of water when she opened her mouth.

Si Shaojun tightened his eyebrows, and said softly: "What wish do you have, little friend?"

"Mother……"

"What's wrong with your mother?" He asked the little girl in a persuasive manner.

"Mom... woo woo... Mom..." Who knew that the little girl suddenly started to cry, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from her eyes

The author says:

Broken sleep! ! ! ! ! ! ! !