The soul of the ex-husband

It's mid-August now, and the dry wind of summer night blows over the vegetation and sends it into the car, blowing a kind of green air of plants.

This time Xiao Qi was entrusted by senior brother Sun Xiaoyuan to go up the mountain to summon the soul of a vegetative - a vegetative who had been paralyzed for nine years.

The souls of those who hit the evil spirits, and the souls of those who died in foreign countries, these are Xiao Qi's specialties.

However, Xiao Qi had only heard about summoning the soul of a vegetative person in the social news.

"Children become vegetative in a car accident, and parents burn paper at the crossroads to summon souls and get hit again", "Wizards practice improper operation of spiritual summoning, and vegetative people inhale incense ash to speed up death"...

It is conceivable that this kind of thing often has no good results. Not to mention self-defeating, it also leaves the public with an absurd and ignorant impression.

So when Sun Xiaoyuan put forward the commission, Xiao Qi only thought it was funny.

Sun Xiaoyuan: "The appearance fee is six figures."

Xiao Qi instantly felt that this matter was not funny at all.

Xiao Qi said: "It may not be possible to recruit back, but you can try."

Sun Xiaoyuan said: "There is no need for pressure. The family members are very open-minded. They took this step when they had no other options. It is best for people to wake up. It is normal if they cannot wake up."

Not long after, the car reached the top of the mountain and turned off the engine in front of a courtyard.

Tata reminded: "Here we are." Saying that, he pulled off his seat belt and opened the door to get out of the car.

Tata is Sun Xiaoyuan's new apprentice two years ago. According to her seniority, she is called Uncle Xiao Qiyi. She is currently a full-time up host. She has set up a program in the supernatural section of the sil□□□illy barrage website called "" away from science".

Although Tata girl is very hardworking, very focused, and very bloody, but two years later, the number of fans has remained at 5.1.

All in all, it's hard to be popular.

In addition to Tata, there are two part-time jobs she just hired not long ago, one is Peter Pan, Tata's assistant, and the other is Simon, a photographer and driver.Both of them are big boys in their twenties, as tender as green onions.

Hearing that Xiao Qi was going to summon the soul of the vegetative man, Tata called his team without saying a word, and came to help this uncle together.

Inside the car, Xiao Qi twisted the button on the top of the Taoist robe's neckline, took off a pair of retro round-frame sunglasses, put it on the bridge of his nose, opened the door, and got out with his head down.

There is a plaque above the gate of the courtyard, which reads "Xiaoshan Conggui Pavilion".

When Xiao Qi was looking up at the gilded face, the door opened and a person came out from inside.

Xiao Qi quickly withdrew his gaze and looked forward.

Walking out of the mansion was an old man with gray hair and a tough figure. Everyone called him Uncle Biao.

While stepping down the steps, Uncle Biao bowed his hands and said with a smile, "Dear priests, I'm sorry, I'm the housekeeper here."

Among the four young people standing under the steps, the first thing he saw was Xiao Qi.

Uncle Biao only thought that this young man was not only tall, but also very good-looking, and had the most outstanding temperament, but he was wearing a pair of sunglasses, which seemed to be blind.

But after the old man glanced around the crowd, he couldn't help but feel a little sad: the few who came here were a bit too young, and they all looked upright, but they didn't have anything to do with an expert, so they might not be some liars.

Thinking of this, Uncle Biao naturally put his eyes on the van behind them.

It was a very dilapidated van, white, with peeling paint, and a green logo was printed on the body, which said "keep away from science" in a ghostly manner, and the corresponding English translation in the lower right corner - "oh, hell! "(oh hell!)

The old man wanted to frown when he saw it, and his mind became a little heavy.

This is too shabby.

He has seen those famous mages and feng shui masters, not to mention luxury cars for transportation, but he would not be so downcast that riding in this kind of car is as broken as if only four wheels and a sofa seat are left.

As soon as they met, their impression points dropped by [-].

However, although the old man had some complaints in his heart, the man in the car in front of him had spent a lot of money to invite him, so he had to endure it.

Uncle Biao suppressed his emotions, and after a few words of condolences on the situation on the road, he led a group of people into the courtyard.

Stepping into the courtyard, you can see the whitewashed walls and black tiles, carved railings and painted buildings, couplets and pillars inside, which is far more magnificent than the outside.

It's just that the lights around here are dim, against the quiet atmosphere in the house, it makes people feel a little depressing.

Uncle Biao walked in the front and led the crowd through the atrium, explaining on the way: "There is still a while before the ceremony starts, please come into the room to rest for a while."

Xiao Qi wore sunglasses to pretend to be blind, so he was supported by Tata to move forward, while he was walking, he secretly looked at the environment in the house.

The design of this courtyard is very elegant, with the primary color of pear blossoms as the main color, clear and clear, with auspicious patterns engraved on the window panes, the spacious space seems to be arranged randomly, but the flowers, trees, water and stones all reflect each other with the building, no matter which window you look at the open You can see a scenery behind the door or window.

It can be seen that the owner of the house is not only rich, but also an elegant person with delicate aesthetics.

Passing through the atrium, a group of people stepped onto the corridor.

When passing a certain window, Xiao Qi smelled a wisp of milky but not sweet woody fragrance, which seemed to be absent.

Oddly enough, Xiao Qi's heart thumped, the unique woody fragrance seemed to be some kind of scent code, something awakened his memory.

Xiao Qi slowed down, frowned, turned his face and looked into the half-open window.

It was a large room with a bed in the middle, surrounded by a pure white veil, and a person could be vaguely seen lying on it.

Xiao Qi still wanted to take a closer look, so he lowered his head slightly, and looked into the room through the upper frame of the sunglasses.

Suddenly, with a dull sound of "dong", Xiao Qi slammed into the top beam column at the corner with strong force, and was bounced back two steps after hitting.

Uncle Biao was startled when he heard a lot of movement behind him. When he turned his head, he saw the young Taoist priest standing there with his hands on his forehead, his head bowed, looking a little self-closing.

"Uncle!" Tata was also surprised, she knew Xiao Qi was not blind, so she supported him all the way.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Qi could hit a pillar by himself while walking.

Tata looked nervous and asked, "Is it broken?"

Xiao Qi blushed and bit his lower lip annoyed.

He stretched out his hands, fumbled on the pillar deliberately, pretended not to see it, and said calmly: "It's okay, the pillar is solid, and it won't break if knocked."

Everyone: This...

I'm not asking about Zhuzi, brother...

Seeing that there was nothing serious, the others continued to move forward, leaving the fragrant window behind.

Xiao Qi really wanted to turn around and take another look, but in the end he decided to give up, in order to prevent accidental complications.

***

After Uncle Biao arranged the four young people into the guest room, he took his leave first.

There happened to be fruits on the table, and the four of them left a few apples and pears for the altar, and shared the rest.

"The person who hired us to do it hasn't shown up yet?" Tata asked inarticulately after eating the last bite of banana.

"Who is it?" Peter Pan, with chestnut hair all over his head, took an apple and rubbed it on his T-shirt, and said, "It should be a family member of a vegetable, right?"

Tata looked at Xiao Qi and asked: "Master, have you seen it?"

"Your master only gave me the address and time." Xiao Qi had just eaten a peach, and was lowering his head, wiping the juice from his hands with a paper towel, and the pair of round-framed sunglasses had slid loosely to the tip of his nose.He said indifferently: "This time, the employer contacted me by phone the whole time, without showing his face or revealing his identity."

"Is it so mysterious?" Tata rested her chin in thought, but in the end she didn't come up with a clue. She waved her hand and said, "Forget it, as long as the money is in place, it's the first time I've met such a generous employer. I can't meet him." Just don't see each other, it's easy."

She looked at the time and estimated that it was almost time, so she stood up, greeted Peter Pan and said, "Let's go, Peter, let's set up the altar first."

Before leaving, Tata thought of something, she dragged the suitcase full of props, returned to Xiao Qi, bent down, and looked around at that handsome face.

Xiao Qi pushed the sunglasses back on the bridge of his nose with one finger, amused: "What are you looking at?"

"Uncle, are you really not going to be recognized like this?" Tata frowned, seriously worried for Xiao Qi, and said, "Is there anyone in Cangshi who doesn't know the Xiao family? Show up on occasion, but if someone in this house is familiar with the Xiao family, recognizes who you are, and sees that you are here to practice... Wouldn't this be a fraud?"

Xiao Qi lowered his gaze, continued to wipe his fingers one by one with a tissue, and said in a nonchalant tone: "Since you are familiar with the Xiao family, you should know that Xiao Jian'an, the third youngest of the Xiao family, is unfortunate. The eldest son died nine years ago. To become a fool, with the intelligence of an eight-year-old child, half crazy, half insane, timid and cowardly, even though he is already twenty-seven, he is still in the third year of high school in Canglan Private High School..."

Saying that, Xiao Qi raised his eyes and looked at Tata: "Do you look like me?"

Tata shook his head.

Seeing that this uncle has a superior and noble face, he is really a rare handsome man. At this moment, his eyes are like cold stars, his face is handsome, and he has nothing to do with a fool at all.

Convinced, Tata dispelled her worries. She clapped her hands one after another, and sighed, "Forget it, you are a fine showman. When you behave yourself, you are completely different from that idiot. No one will Connect you with Xiao Jian'an's eldest son."

Xiao Qi laughed angrily: "Speak well."

Tata and Peter Pan dragged their suitcases out of the room.

Xiao Qi wiped his hands for a while, but still felt that his hands were sticky and uneasy, so he thought about going to the bathroom to wash his hands, and went to the bathroom by the way, so he followed him out.

For a while, Simon was the only one left in the room.

Simon had nothing to do, so he took out the camera for debugging.

He set up the camera so it happened to be facing the south window.

But the moment Simon pressed the switch, through the display screen, he saw a tall man standing outside the window, looking into the house, the angle of view was below the man's shoulder, and the man seemed to be watching him quietly.

Simon's head buzzed.

The four of them stayed in the room for so long, why didn't anyone notice that there was someone standing by the window?

Simon looked up sharply, looking straight ahead through the open window.Outside is an empty atrium.

Simon froze for a moment, then quickly glanced at the camera's display screen.

This time, the man in the picture disappeared, and there was only a carved wooden window with moonlight streaming down the window sill.

***

After Xiao Qi went to the toilet, he looked around when he came out.

There was no one around in the backyard.

Smoking addiction committed.

He glanced at his phone again.

There was still a quarter of an hour before the ceremony began, which was enough time for a cigarette.

Xiao Qi found a wall, squatted down, shielded himself from the wind with one hand, and lit a cigarette.

But just as Xiao Qi was looking up at the moonlight and swallowing clouds and fog, in the room separated by a wall, there was suddenly the sound of the door opening and then closing again.

In the room, footsteps approached, and a man's thick voice was deliberately suppressed, which sounded indistinct: "Ma'am, they have arrived and are setting up the altar... After the ceremony is over, is it possible... Then we ……at last……"

Xiao Qi heard it intermittently, and he glanced up, only to find that there was a window on the upper side of the wall, from which dim light was projected.

Xiao Qi had no intention of eavesdropping on other people's conversations, kept a squatting posture, and slowly moved back, in order to prevent people in the room from seeing the smoke that overflowed the window.

However, at this moment, a unique female voice sounded near the window, so it sounded clearer:

"Yes, everything is going according to the plan. After the mage finishes the process of summoning the soul, let them go back to the guest room to rest first, and then you will ask someone to pull out the oxygen tank and inject drugs... When he is dead, you can go back to the guest room to rest. Call the police, and find any reason at that time to make the police believe that the mage did something wrong and caused death..."

Outside the wall, Xiao Qi, who hadn't left yet, stopped at the same spot, with a confused expression on his face for a moment.

Wait until he dies?

Who is he?

What does it have to do with this practice?

Before Xiao Qi could turn the corner, the man in the room said: "But ma'am... if the ritual works and he really wakes up, I'm afraid..."

"No!" The woman interrupted the man immediately, her voice was stern and determined, "No matter how powerful that mage is, it is impossible to bring back his soul, he must die tonight!"

Hearing this, Xiao Qi raised his eyes suddenly, and the dark tide surged in his eyes.

Fuck it.

He wasn't hired to summon spirits.

He was hired to take the blame.