Illness Men's Manual

"Hey--"

"Hey!"

Late at night, on the street.

The road far away from the downtown area is exceptionally quiet.

On the deserted street, only street lamps flickered faintly. At this time, a black-haired girl in a red and white kimono was walking on the road, carrying a giant two-meter-high scythe.

The elongated shadow moved on the pitch-black ground, like a shark maniac in a horror movie.

Fu Heisher was still yelling non-stop, and Wu Zhi didn't listen to him and carried him towards a certain direction. It didn't make sense that even a magic weapon couldn't cure him.

The steps are firm and powerful, obviously you can use a faster way but you have to walk on the quiet street step by step.

"Miss, did you go crazy after taking a sip?"

Fu Heisher twitched the corners of his mouth, how could he know that Wuzhi and Wuzhi were going crazy for no reason, could it really be because of the sip of wine just now?

"It's not big or small, how did you talk to the master?" Yu Wuzhi frowned, his fair cheeks were slightly flushed, but his face was serious and he spoke clearly.

Fuhesher: "..."

He glanced at Wuzhi's posture holding the knife, and he choked up for a while before saying: "I'm afraid you're going to sleep long ago when you go to see that brat."

"Hey, let me be serious, even if you are an adult, you will cry in fear."

Only then did Yuri stop, frowning.

Unhappy written all over his face.

"I'm really ugly?"

"..." This is not a question of being ugly or not.

Instead, Fu Heisher stroked his chin, carefully looked at Qi and Wuzhi, and said thoughtfully: "It's not really, it just doesn't look like a god."

"Then what do the gods in your human mouth look like?"

Yu Wuzhi's eyes flickered a few times, and at this moment the pupils were bright and soft as if filled with water, so beautiful that people couldn't move their eyes away.

"You're asking the wrong person, miss." Fuheshier lazily responded, "People like us don't have the time to imagine what gods look like."

Even when he was at the Zenyuan home, in that gray memory, he never imagined that there would be a god or something to save him.

Seeing Wuzhi ignored him, Fuhesher pondered for a while, since he had been observing Wuzhi since he met him.

Cold, reserved.

Like the bright moon on a high branch.

I don't know how many people want to reach out and take it off with malice?

I thought of the kid from the Wutiao family.

The last scene looks like the exaggerated and gorgeous ending of the movie.

Will the gods who are responsible for fulfilling human wishes really do this?

"Hey……"

He restrained himself from asking, for fear of getting an impossible answer.

"arrive."

Fuhesher's words were interrupted by Wuzhi's cold voice before he started, and he came back to look at the apartment in front of him. It was tall and new, and it was better than the place he lived in before.

After all, he doesn't care much about basic necessities of life, but it's still a little unbalanced.

He twitched his lips: "You took my money to let that kid live in such a nice place, why can't you repair your broken shrine?"

I did all the roofing.

Damn, why is the god so poor?

After a few seconds of silence with Wuzhi, he strode to the elevator with a black scythe in his hand, and just followed the passerby in front of him.

The monitoring screen in the upper right corner froze suddenly, and the passers-by didn't see Yu Wuzhi behind him at all, and looked down at the phone. As the number continued to rise, Fu Heisher noticed that she hadn't pressed the number.

Immediately afterwards, there seemed to be something wrong with the elevator, and there was a loud noise.

It shook twice like an earthquake, the lights flickered on and off, and the narrow elevator hung high in the air.

"What, what's going on!?"

Passers-by immediately looked away from their mobile phones, realized that something was wrong, slammed on the elevator door in panic and shouted: "Is there a malfunction?! Help! Is there anyone!!"

"Ha, it's broken." Fu Heisher smiled.

She looked up, and a bloody eye appeared from the top of the elevator.

It's really troublesome. If you want to get rid of it, you have to show your real body. If you do this, it will also scare people.

Yuwuori waved the scythe in his hand without much thought, and simply chopped off the surveillance camera in the elevator.

The flames splashed, and the camera rolled to the foot of the passer-by. He lowered his head and stepped on it and turned his head belatedly, only to see a black figure appear out of thin air in the flickering elevator.

Holding a huge black sickle, he stood quietly inside.

The passers-by immediately widened their eyes, and the eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets. They were so frightened that they kept banging on the elevator door and crying for help: "Help!! There is a ghost!!!"

Fu Heisher pulled out his ear: "Look."

"It's not human, what kind of elevator do you take?"

"Yuking said to follow the human world..." Yuwuzhi paused, ignored the passerby who was madly asking for help, swung the scythe to the top of the elevator, and immediately opened a crack in the upper sealing door!

"where?"

She lightly jumped to the top of the elevator, and suddenly many eyes burst out of the dark surroundings, and the wires wrapped in mist were cut off cleanly.

The elevator without support began to fall rapidly, constantly rubbing out sparks.

Yuwuzhi glanced down, the passerby had already passed out, and the white light condensed in her hand to ease the impact of the fall, only to see Fuheshier suddenly slipped out of her hand.

Yuwuzhi just wanted to call Fuheshier back, but after thinking about it, he couldn't run away anyway.

Let's rescue people first.

After the elevator landed, Wuzhi grabbed the passer-by by his collar, kicked open the closed elevator door and threw him out, and walked out by himself.

She looked at the floor number and returned to the first floor, feeling a little depressed.

That guy Fuheshier won't really take the opportunity to run away, right?

While still thinking, there was a roar in the dark elevator corridor, and a large amount of dust and mist swept into the corridor and the door. The security guard outside immediately sensed that something was wrong, rushed in and was shocked by this scene.

"W-what's the matter!?"

Yuwuzhi turned to look at the security guard, who was picking up the walkie-talkie and talking, she walked in again taking advantage of the thick smoke, and it was already a mess inside.

I saw a lean and strong black-haired man squatting on the top of the elevator, as if he was observing something. Under his smooth muscles, there was an unparalleled sex appeal and explosive power.

He grabbed the wire with one hand, and landed in front of Yuriori in a rather chic and handsome posture.

Those black eyes were as sharp as an eagle's and a bit playful, and the next moment, he hugged Wuzhi with one hand, and simply let her sit on his forearm and left the elevator.

He quietly moved closer, breathing in the smell of her hair through the tip of his nose.

The curse spirit in the elevator has been killed.

act without authorization.

Frowning with Wuzhi, he left the building with Fuhesher in his arms.

"Why are you frowning? I have helped you solve it, shouldn't you thank me?"

Fu Heisher's carefree tone rang in his ears, and his arms tightened a little more. The girl in his arms at this moment is very cute.

It's good to be so good all the time.

he thought idly.

"Come back." With no expression on Wuzhi, Fuhesher's pupils shrank, and he turned into a sickle again and lay obediently in Wuzhi's palm.

"It's rare to be positive for a while, is it because your son lives here?" Yuwuzhi blinked extremely slowly, turned around and continued back to the building.

She is not so easily fooled.

"Anyway, it's impossible for you to ignore it. Compared to being ordered around by you, it's more convenient for me to go out and solve it myself?" Fu Heisher, who was demolished across the river, sneered, "I've never done such unpaid things before. Neither will."

Sugar palm——!

Yuriri threw the top of the black sickle in his hand on the ground, and dragged it away.

"Hey, it hurts!"

Fuhesher yelled angrily, rubbing his head irritably, only listening to the harsh sound of the scythe rubbing against the ground buzzing in his ears.

"Just let me come out as a human! Besides, the elevator is broken, so why—"

"I'm not a human anymore, I don't need an elevator."

"Then what elevator did you take in the first place?!"

"It became like this because of me, so I am responsible for extermination."

"……what?"

The divine body is very easy to resonate with those things, probably because of its attributes, it has an indiscriminate attraction with Wuzhi, and disasters follow wherever it goes.

Ignoring Fuhesher's noisy voice, she and Wuzhi went all the way to the door of the floor where she was. She probably heard the words that children go to bed early. She didn't knock on the door, but walked in like a ghost.

Fuhesher: "..."

Hey, it's better to knock on the door.

The moonlight is very bright tonight.

Even if the curtains are drawn, the dark living room will be illuminated with clear light.

Covering the boy sleeping soundly on the bed with a layer of gentle moonlight, perhaps sensing something, the long eyelashes trembled restlessly a few times, and a cold breath rushed in.

The small body shrank subconsciously into the quilt, feeling a little cold.

He clearly remembered to close the windows and doors.

The black-haired little boy with a hedgehog head turned over again, but he was keenly aware of a strangeness. He rubbed his eyes and lifted a corner of the quilt, and caught a glimpse of the dark figure on the bedside with his hazy vision.

"Wow!!"

The black figure standing at the head of the bed was holding a huge scythe. This scene, which was more horrifying than a horror movie, scared the little boy and backed away quickly, hitting his head and back against the wall.

His pupils kept shaking, and cold sweat broke out uncontrollably.

Fortunately, the moonlight was bright, and the appearance of the black shadow was clearly seen at the moment when the vision was clear.

is her!

Fu Heihui's chest kept rising and falling, and he was still gasping for breath in shock. He broke out in a cold sweat and felt cold all over his body, and the tips of his hair were still shaking.

"How timid."

Comments from an old father.

"You, you, you..." Fu Heihui was still breathing heavily, stammering, for a child, this would definitely be a lifetime nightmare.

But Fu Heihui's performance is still much calmer than children of the same age.

Fu Heisher was not in the mood, so he was not scared to cry.

Maybe it's because of Fu Heihui's extraordinary talent, he can often see things that shouldn't be seen, so he behaves quite calmly.

Yuriri seemed to really love children, she nodded, showing a kind and gentle smile, if she ignored the black scythe in her hand, maybe Fugurohui would really breathe a sigh of relief.

"How are you doing recently?"

Fu Heihui stared at the weapon in her hand and subconsciously hugged the quilt tightly. His face, which was pretending to be calm, looked very cute. He nodded stiffly, of course he remembered this girl.

At that time, she suddenly appeared in front of him like now, and then told him that she had bought her for 20 billion, saying that it was his father's last wish, and then threw him a lot of cards and wallets in a mess, without telling him the password. gone.

Who is she?

how did she get in

What is she trying to do?

The little head is still unstoppable confusion.

But the precocious Fu Heihui is already able to think about many things, and his vigilance is quite high, although he intuitively thinks that the girl in front of him should not hurt him.

Obviously, it is impossible for normal people to ignore the walls, doors and windows and appear here out of thin air.

I saw Wuzhi slowly spread out a more gentle smile, as if possessing magical powers, Fu Heihui let go of her guard, and she squatted down to look at her.

Such beautiful eyes.

Like being involved in the stars and the moon, bright and soft.

Then she stretched out her white and slender hand, and handed the black scythe to Fu Heihui. The sharp blade exuded bursts of cold air, which seemed to have a hint of alcohol.

Fu Heihui couldn't help but wonder how such a slender hand could hold such a huge and lethal weapon?

And she was drinking?

Fu Heihui moved the tip of her nose delicately.

She tilted her head, strands of her hair slipped to the hem of her skirt, and the young lady who looked utterly vulnerable curled her lips and spoke softly to him:

"I brought your father, you can catch up and talk about something."

Fu Heihui moved his gaze to the scythe stiffly: "..."

"........."

"…………???"