As we all know, winding zero is a human being

Thinking about asking this question, he couldn't answer one, two, three, Ling took out a fire pocket from his pocket and walked to the desk, and with a little effort, he lit the candle that might have to burn until the end of its life before retiring.

The flickering candlelight shone on their figures, and the store owner, who held his breath and looked out the first time the room was lit up, also saw their appearances.

Seeing that Linghe Tongmo looks like a young man who is not even 20 years old, the arrogance of the shop owner is about to rise again——

Ling Qian spoke before him: "Mr. Ye Qilang, Jianya's debt, huh?"

Tong Mo also narrowed his eyes and smiled: "I seem to have heard something extraordinary?"

The shop owner: "...haha, what are you two talking about, we can discuss anything, we can discuss it."

He seemed to have caught a glimpse of the saber that Ling Huai was holding, which was not an ornament at first glance, and finally became a little more honest, just covering his head and hiding behind the desk, his eyes still rolling.

Listening to the pipa music outside the house seemed to be almost finished, Ling pondered how to speak: "Actually, it's not easy to discuss."

Hearing this sentence and staring at his face for a while, the owner of the shop finally remembered something and suddenly realized: "So you are here for Ming Ji."

He seemed a little bit entangled and didn't want to give up the full house guests that Miss Ming Ji brought him, and wanted to struggle: "Maybe you two don't know, Ming Ji didn't have such a social status before."

Zero looked over with a puzzled expression: "What does this have to do with her before? Talk well and don't change the subject."

"Hey, it's not about the kimono she used to perform in." The owner of the venue said in a disdainful voice, "In the past, she played at a mediocre level, and she barely made ends meet. Her husband ——I mean the previous one, that man sold me her kimono, so it should be mine, right?"

"Then?"

Seeing that Ling was not moved by Ming Ji's past that he deliberately mentioned, the owner of the store was not sure who ordered him to go this time.

He cursed in his heart, and put away his thoughts of provoking Ming Ji and her current noble backer: "Then—she suddenly played the pipa to the level of everyone, and as soon as the guests tipped her There are too many, when she has extra money, she wants to buy that suit back from me."

"You don't plan to sell?" He guessed the content of the contract between Miss Ming Ji and the person in front of him, Ling frowned and expressed that it was a bit difficult.

The owner of the shop took it for granted: "This thing is already mine, so how I mark the price should be according to what I want?"

"Well, it seems to be the reason." Tong Mo on the side nodded indifferently.

Zero help, he really wanted to tug on Tong Mo's collar and ask him, who is he here to help?

It's fine to stand still and not talk, at least don't do him a disservice, right? !

Tong Mo, who was slowly approaching, waving a golden fan, stared at the owner of the shop for a while, with a half-smile in his eyes.

It seemed as if he had finally noticed his eyes, but before the shop owner could be surprised, he heard Tong Mo tilt his head and sighed: "Of course it's expensive to hold someone's favorite thing. Forget about Master Zero, let's just go back and talk to Wu... Lord Yuexi said, Lord won't blame us for being unfavorable."

Ling raised his head and looked at Tong Mo, thinking that Tong Mo really dared to use his immediate boss as an excuse.

Tong Mo blinked at him.

How should I put it, the situation in front of me seems to be the best solution to the situation in front of me by using Onimai Tsuji, who both parties are trying to avoid, as an excuse.

Hidden behind this forced contract, even though he realized that Miss Minghime's more secretive secrets might be unusual, Zero didn't want Miss Minghime to have anything to do with Kimai Tsuji.

After a brief insinuation, in addition to the need to eliminate the ghost killing team that has always been targeting ghost hunting, the only order that Guimai Tsuji gave to the ghosts he created was also the first order, which was to find the ghosts. A cyan Bana flower.

Wanting to overcome the sun and survive in this world with a perfect posture will always be his young master's deepest obsession.

If he could find the blue Bianhua, and Guiwu Tsuji Wumi could truly cure his illness that had lasted for almost a thousand years, then would it be no longer necessary to feed on human flesh and blood, and would it be unnecessary to create crop after crop of ghosts?

There are not many of him in the Ghost Killing Squad, not to mention that people may be allergic to his name now.

He can only take this option as a thought, and Zero doesn't really want to see Miss Ming Ji walking down the path that will almost inevitably turn into a ghost.

"Mr. Yuexi... Hey, Mr. Yuexi wants to take care of this matter?" Mistaking their staring at each other for a threatening exchange, the owner of the store was really scared.

What can only be said is that people can only see something in their eyes, and he used threats very smoothly, so he inevitably followed Tong Mo's train of thought.

"I'm trying to save face, you guys take back her kimono for the show." The store owner who made this decision hesitantly seemed to have been cut into pieces, but for some reason he asked again: "This should... Will it affect Ming Ji's continued performance here?"

Zero couldn't understand what he meant: "?"

After such a thing happened and he got his clothes back, he thought that Miss Ming Ji would make money for him regardless of the past?

Good guy, Liu Guanzhang got married directly from your mouth.

Seeing his puzzled expression, the owner of the venue just said a little stiffly: "Ming Ji...Ming Ji loves her acting career very much, this matter is over, everyone is her own."

"...It depends on Miss Ming Ji's own opinion." Zero explored and said, but the owner of the house just became more relaxed when he heard what he said.

Tong Mo narrowed his eyes as if he saw something, he closed his eyes and moved his nose lightly, all the breath in this Zhijuchang room could not escape his detection.

It's just that he didn't say anything after thinking about it, and when Ling Wang came over, he just smiled as usual.

Holding the bag containing the performance kimono under his hand, the night wind blew sobered him up a lot, Ling felt that this was a bit weird and unreal.

It's not that things went too smoothly, he didn't really want to be influenced by his young master's suspicious habits, thinking about anything too complicated was really bad for the growth of hair, brackets, on the top of the head.

The performance kimono in his hand can be seen to have been hidden in the snow for a long time. Although it is clean and not contaminated with dust, the style and material are not comparable to the one that Miss Mingji is wearing today, and the patterns outlined by the gold thread are slightly dull .

But this coincides with the past of Miss Mingji mentioned by the store owner.

The only luggage that an unpopular artist can afford can indeed become a handle for Miss Ming Ji to be held in his hands.

Then the only question that still needs to be answered... is how Miss Ming Ji suddenly became enlightened in the way of playing the pipa?

But this question is not easy to ask.

—how could he ask?Ah, I heard that you didn't seem to be very popular playing the pipa in the past. Did you enroll in some cram school?

If you ask Miss Mingji that she doesn't like her very much, he will definitely be kicked out, okay?

That Miss Ming Ji with black and straight like a classic beauty is definitely not a fragile and delicate flower.

And what if she is suddenly enlightened when she is in the trough of her life, and God is going to chase her and feed her this meal?

Talent is not a good thing - just like the teacher Yuanyi who caused his young master to suffer from PTSD, he couldn't learn how to play the flute anyway.

Standing in the night wind, Ling's expression at this moment is the same as that of his messy hair, left and right are curled up, one moment he was still thinking, and the next moment he thought of some kind of flute sound he had heard before. .

At this moment, everything that Tong Mo saw in his eyes made him incomparably curious.

"What are you thinking about?" Tong Mo walked over, half of his figure was illuminated by the hanging lantern, and the golden fan refracted beautiful brilliance in the dusty air.

After he kindly stretched out his hand to tidy up Ling's messy hair, he looked at Ling subtly like a rabbit with his ears raised, and raised his head to look at him vigilantly: "What are you doing again?"

The vigilant tone is cute and cute, and he is not worried that he, who is a ghost, will do something to him. Sure enough, this Your Excellency sees it very clearly.

He just retracted his hand and lowered his eyes to look at the action that he didn't know why. Tong Mo thought about it calmly for a while, and attributed his own behavior to caring for his friends...?

Hey, maybe there is also a little bit of curiosity about the special nature of this Your Excellency on the side of Mr. Wu Mi?

It may be that he has been used to Tong Mo's humane performances all along, seeing him suddenly become a little normal because of his silence, Ling felt a little strange instead.

"Is there something you're hiding from me?" Looking back hesitantly, Ling felt really worried about having such a time bomb by his side.

He lowered his head and looked at Qicai's favorability value, which was still unshakeably showing 0. He was even more sure that Tong Mo must have his own schemes, right?

"Why do you think so, Your Excellency?" Tong Mo was really wronged now, he thought about what he did in a daze, it seems that there is nothing strange about human beings, right?

Completely forgetting what he detected earlier, he purposely kept it a secret, and Tong Mo, who cast his gaze in front of his eyes at will, really thought so.

Unlike other human beings, they can still stand by their side after knowing their identity as ghosts.

A short distance away, it was dimly lit, and the light from the lantern hanging above his head could only be emitted by burning the things inside, pouring all over his body.

The thick and churning blood has calmed down, and even observing the so-called emotions from the perspective of Mr. Wu Mi, Tong Mo still can't figure out why the things he pursued and longed for came into being.

After rummaging through his robes, Tong Mo took out an unusually familiar mask.

He bowed his head, tossing and tossing the mask, his white-oak hair falling from the top of his head.

Ling rubbed his arms that were a little cold in this hot summer day—ah, no summer night—he couldn't see Tong Mo's expression now.

It's just uh—it seems that this time he really misunderstood what Tong Mo meant?

Seeing that the gift he deliberately sent was really carried by others, Zero reflected on whether he was really too preconceived?

He settled down: "Sorry, it's just you..."

Before the words finished, Ling watched in horror as Tong Mo crushed the mask on his own heart.

"I haven't thought badly, Your Excellency~" Tong Mo, who raised his head again, unexpectedly blushed a little more for no apparent reason, "It's not justified, you shouldn't believe it, so can you give me a chance to prove it?" Woolen cloth?"

His fingernails pressed against the shards of the mask, and just like that, he ripped out his heart.

The bloody organs were still thumping in his hands, and Tong Mo's cheeks were inevitably splashed with his own blood.

"Look~"