cat disease

The hair went on to say: "So Jiuye, you are not the guardian of Huangquan. Tell me the truth, are you a Nuwa? In fact, there is no such thing as making a human with clay ideas. It's all about hair, right? That one How many people are in charge of the hair?"

It's just getting more and more ridiculous.

Chongjiu pulled his hair back with the other hand that was still free, looked at Fang Wei with a look that didn't concern you, and said two words coldly: "Let go."

Chong Jiu usually can't be said to be cold when talking to people, at most he is emotionless, flat and alienated, but every time he meets this guy in front of him, it seems that his self-control has gone astray along with Fang Wei's character, and "cold" has become a This kind of camouflage barely prevented him from running wild in front of this ordinary person.

"Then tell me..." Fang Wei still held Chongjiu's wrist, and pinched his fingers intentionally or unintentionally when he said this, with a bit of teasing that deviated from the right path, "Does this mean that there is something destined between us?" fate?"

The decoration of this villa is somewhat nondescript, some places have Chinese-style hollow carvings, some places have Western-style pillars, just like the TV wall opposite the sofa, next to the huge TV are carved two pure white pillars, and above it is a small platform On the platform, there is an old-fashioned desk clock, which is the kind that many old people put in their homes in the early years. There is a round ball under it.

Such a thing has been disliked by many people before.

Usually when there are many people making noise and no one pays attention, no matter how loud the voice is, it can’t overwhelm the human voice, and a few words of dislike will pass.But in quiet times, like midnight, like now, the sound of the clock is like the slow and steady beating of someone's heart. —It rang five times before it stopped.

It's five o'clock.

Chongjiu felt that the punishment from God might not only be physical, the power being sealed was nothing at all, but the mental torture was the key.

In the two days since he came out, how many times has he been molested?This is teasing, right?

Whether as a cat or as a human these days, he was sure that no one would talk to him like that, except for the inconspicuous one who liked to tease him.

When Yuan Yichuan said that before, it was based on not knowing his identity, and those who didn't know were innocent, so he could laugh it off as a misunderstanding, so what is this now?

Chong Jiu, who has always been calm and reserved, suddenly didn't know what to do.

Or... kill?

As soon as Chong Jiu thought about it, Fang Wei had already withdrawn his hands, withdrew both hands, hugged the pillow and leaned against it, tilted his head and looked at Chong Jiu with a smile: "Master Jiu is so pretty."

Or kill it.

Chong Jiu's heart skipped a beat, Yin Qi moved with his heart, lingering around his fingertips.

Fang Wei didn't seem to see anything, and said with his head like a chicken coop, "I told Taixu and I to live in the past. When will it be convenient? How about I ask someone to go with me now?"

"No need." Chongjiu bent his fingers, flicked his fingertips, and the black air dissipated, "Tell me casually."

After speaking, he strode towards the door, not wanting to delay any more.

Fang Wei squinted his eyes and watched Chongjiu leave. The moment the door closed, the smile on his face gradually changed, and the arc at the end of his eyes gradually straightened and disappeared between his hair.

As soon as Chong Jiu left, there was the sound of the door opening upstairs, and the sound of footsteps stopped at the stairs, and then a voice came: "Don't lie down, go upstairs."

Fang Wei put the pillow on the sofa, got up and stretched, and walked upstairs slowly with lazy steps.

Yan Zijin tapped his fingers on the handrail of the stairs, and waited for Fang Wei to come up before saying: "You slept soundly, I'm as fucking tired as a dog."

Fang Wei scratched Yan Zijin's chin: "Come on, stick out your tongue." Then he stopped before Yan Zijin could react, and staggered towards the alienation office.

Yan Zijin felt that his teeth must have been shortened a lot recently, and he was grinding hard every day.

Entering the office, Fang Wei sat where Chong Jiu had been sitting before, and also picked up the small gourd on the table to play with, which made Yan Zijin angry when he saw the door was closing.

"You two really deserve to be ancestors from the same place."

"What's the matter, making you so angry?"

"What else can I do? If it's not the one you raised, you know how to fool me."

After Chongjiu left the office, Yan Zijin felt something was wrong.

It's fine for Yuan Yichuan to be glued to by the remnant soul, everyone noticed the convulsion at that moment, and he himself expressed regret afterwards, and was fined a [-]-word written self-criticism for this incident, and he is probably writing it in his room now.

But to say that Yan Zijin was also attached is a bit out of thin air, not to mention that he didn't think there was any problem with him, not to mention that he didn't do anything out of line in the whole thing, it is possible that the remnant soul was attached just to stick ,do nothing?

After thinking about it, Chongjiu could only be lying on purpose to appease him, but he really believed it at that time? !

Fang Wei leaned back like a master, stared at Yan Zijin for a while, looked up and down, and finally let out a "tsk", which was a summary for him as a whole.

Yan Zijin felt a little pain in his chest, he resisted the urge to vomit blood, and held the porcelain bottle on the table: "Here, here you are, I'm too short to live between you every day, I really don't know what to draw."

After finishing speaking, he threw the bottle to Fang Wei.

Fang Wei took the porcelain bottle and turned it around twice, put it on the table and opened the lid directly, without saying hello, Yan Zijin, who was shocked, took two steps back and shouted: "You are going to die, I am a living person! A living person ! You figure it out! This thing is around me for a long time!"

Fang Wei: "Anyway, I've already lost my lifespan. What do you do with such an old age? You're wrinkled when you get old. It's pretty ugly now, and it's even uglier when you get old."

Yan Zijin took another two steps back angrily.

How could he be considered a handsome guy in the crowd, but why did he become an ugly monster among these two monsters?Forget it, they are all monsters, there is no way to compare.

When the water ghost was released again, its appearance was the same as before, except that the surrounding black air was almost invisible, and it stood in the center with a dull expression.

Yan Zijin was holding a trick in his hands. After all, the current Fang Wei was incomparable to the past, and Chong Jiu was not here. He still had to be vigilant at all times, and if the water ghosts got violent, they would be overwhelmed and walk around.

It's just that I didn't expect the water ghost to be unexpectedly docile after it came out. Standing there was more like an unconscious decoration. If I hadn't seen it released from the porcelain vase with my own eyes, I would have doubted whether it was a fake.

The water ghost was still wet all over, its swollen limbs hung limply, and its head drooped.

"What's wrong with him? Master Jiu beat his soul to death?" Yan Zijin walked in a big circle and walked directly in front of the water ghost. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that something was wrong with the water ghost.

"It's okay, I made a gadget to go in so I can ask questions." Fang Wei sat on the sofa carelessly, tossing the small gourd up and down carelessly, and said to the water ghost, "Come on, let's talk slowly. There are some details, including the places you deliberately ignored before, a little less, I will cut your 'meat'."

Chapter 54

◎Doubt◎

Fang Wei took out a dagger from nowhere, the whole body was pitch black from the handle to the blade, with a cold light shining on the blade.

The thumb passed over the blade, and bright red blood streaked down the blade.

He put his thumb to his mouth and licked off the blood: "People who are injured usually need something to eat tonic."

The body of the water ghost trembled visibly: "I said it before, it was the truth, I didn't lie."

"Then say what you said before, the one next to you—" Fang Wei glanced at Yan Zijin who was still hiding away, "The leader said that if you don't tell the truth, you will be blown up for dinner at night. "

A leader: "..."

Only Fang Wei could think of such a thing as blowing up a ghost and adding another meal.

The water ghost was convinced of Fang Wei's words. Seeing this, he took two steps back and turned his eyes towards Yan Zijin's direction. Afterwards, he shivered all over his body as if he had been burned, and the ground quickly piled up. Small puddles.

Yan Zijin originally thought that as long as Fang failed to control the water ghost, the rest would not matter, but when he saw that his precious floor was being destroyed, he quit immediately, and he didn't even care about the harm of Yin Qi to ordinary people. He strode to Fang Wei's side and said: "Didn't you control it? Why are you still dripping soup? Can you take care of it! My house is going to be flooded by him, so I will demolish the floor of your bookstore."

"I don't have a bookstore. If you have the courage, you can tear it down in front of Chong Jiu. I will never stop it." Fang Wei smiled.

Yan Zijin immediately shut up, he didn't dare.

Before Fang arrived, he didn't know that he really wanted to flood this place. Seeing that the water ghost was almost trembling, he put the knife on the coffee table with a click: "Okay, either talk now, or choose where you want to start cutting."

"I, what I said is really true... ah!!!" Before Shui Gui finished speaking, he felt his eyes go dark, and a small piece fell to his feet, followed by unbearable pain. At the same time a scream broke through his throat.

He hugged his hand, only four of the five fingers on his left hand remained, and the fifth finger convulsed twice on the ground and then completely motionless.

Fang Wei put his elbows on his knees, leaned forward, didn't feel anything wrong with his previous behavior, even stared at the water ghost with a pitiful expression, pointed to the dagger that fell on the ground and said, "Bring it here. "

No matter how calm his voice was, the tune in the water ghost's ears changed. The water ghost was afraid to approach, but he had to be obedient. His body instinctively picked up the dagger that had just injured him, put it on the coffee table, and then retreated. .

Fang Wei held the dagger in front of him, took out a paper towel and wiped the water stains on it: "Look, it hurts to cut off even that little bit of meat, but it's small after all, you can first count how many pieces of this size are on your body." Use the meat on the ground as the standard, do the math, and let’s talk about the next thing.”

The water ghost whimpered softly, not daring to delay any longer, shrank his body and said in a low voice: "True, true, I really just accidentally fell into the water and drowned. Before I died, I saw someone on the shore..."

He stopped immediately after speaking, because he saw Fang Wei spinning the dagger again, the dagger that could cut his soul.

It stands to reason that sharp weapons generally cannot hurt the soul. If ordinary people can hurt ghosts with a kitchen knife, there will be no industry of exorcism. Only by consecrating or affixing spells for blessing can an ordinary sharp weapon become a magic weapon that can touch the yin.

But any magic weapon will not use a dagger. Firstly, the dagger is too short. When encountering a ghost or something like that, it will stop before making a move. Secondly, the damage is limited, and the ghost will not fall to the ground because of the extra dagger in its body. , so even if all the blades are not inserted, it is not very useful, so this thing has become tasteless.

But now, it is such a weak thing, but it is more deterrent than any weapon, because the water ghost knows that he can't run away, and he can't even think of running away. He can't see anything on his body, but he seems to be tied up. It's a solid one, so I can only stay in this square inch and can't move.

The water ghost held his hand, gritted his teeth and thought for a moment, then said: "I did hear a voice, I didn't lie, I really didn't lie!"

Seeing Fang Wei raised his hand again, Shui Gui's voice also became higher.

Fang Wei didn't have the patience to listen to him repeat what he said before, twirling the dagger in his hand, and said: "Well, I'll ask you and answer, if you are satisfied, I will help you connect the broken finger. Cut off another piece."

Speaking of this, his eyes fell on the severed finger, and his voice paused and said: "I don't see blood, and I advocate peace. I can't do things that force you too much, so don't embarrass me."

What bullshit is this.

An idea popped up in the minds of Yan Zijin and Shui Gui's colleagues.

Of course, as a bystander, Yan Zijin complained in his heart and let it go.As the ghost involved, the water ghost could only keep these things in his stomach, and extremely despised such people who disagreed, so he could only nod in agreement in submission.

Fang Wei was very satisfied with the water ghost's attitude. It doesn't matter whether he accepts it in his heart, as long as he reaches an agreement on the surface: "You said that when you died, the villagers were standing on the shore? Which villagers? Did you die when the disaster happened?"

The water ghost's eyes flashed blankly for a moment, and then he seemed to affirm something, and said: "It should be a villager, who exactly... I didn't see clearly, although there are people from the city who come to play in our place sometimes, but that day I'm sure not, the weather was bad those few days, and it was rare that it didn't rain one day, so I just wanted to catch some fish, who knows..."

"Okay, next question." Fang Wei interrupted the words behind the water ghost, "Does the voice you mentioned sound familiar? Have you heard it somewhere before you were alive or after death?"

The water ghost frowned, and the facial features that were crowded together were almost twisted into a twist, and the eyeballs were about to turn out. Fang Weiding knocked on the coffee table with the back of the knife, interrupting the water ghost's continuous twisting movement.

"If you don't know, just say you don't know, don't waste time." Fang Wei said, "Did you see a black cat in the village when you died, or during the period after?"

As soon as these words came out, Yan Zijin on the side turned his head violently and looked at Fang Wei in disbelief: "What are you—"

He wanted to ask what you meant, but Fang Wei waved his hand off before he finished speaking.

Fang Wei continued to ask: "Or when you died, did those people on the shore bring a black cat?"

The water ghost's brows that had just been loosened just now frowned again, and after a while he said tremblingly: "Really, I really don't remember clearly, it seems that I don't."

He was so frightened that he squatted down and hugged into a ball. His knees were soft and he thought of something. He quickly stood up and added: "By the way, when the village was in disaster, I really wanted to hear someone say cats. I don't know who they are talking about. Those people The accent doesn’t look like a local one, I only heard the words, but didn’t see anyone.”

"Whose relative?" Fang Wei asked.

"It's not like." Shui Gui shook his head, "It's very rare in our village to go out. Which family has passed the college entrance examination and wants to tell the world. If it's really the relatives in the city, they must know about it, but I don't know the voices of those few people." heard."

"Male or female? How many people?"

"Man, how many people..." Shui Gui almost knelt down, "Master, I really don't know, please."

Fang Wei smiled warmly: "Hey, don't be like this, I'm also doing business, you see the leader is still around, I have to put on a show, otherwise there are old and young, how can I support myself by deducting wages? Am I right?"

Yan Zijin: "..."

Heck, not a single word of this whole sentence is true!Still young, there is no one more independent than him in this world.

Shui Gui was frightened when he saw the knife in Fang Wei's hand, and he was still in pain.

Fang Wei said: "Last question, how many people did you kill with that method? How many people's souls did you eat?"

With a plop, the water ghost finally knelt down, and said, "My lord! The conscience of heaven and earth! I really haven't met many people. No one usually goes to that ghostly place. I dragged the village before there was a disaster." People, I was wrong, I reflected on it, I deserve to die, I... But later, when Xu Ping went to pay a memorial service, I was following her, and she finally found someone, but she brought nothing back with her."

Fang Wei glanced at Yan Zijin before hearing this, and then said, "You told Xu Ping that taking other people's souls and books can change her merits?"

A trace of doubt flashed in the water ghost's eyes: "Book? Ling, the soul is what I said. I wanted her to bring it to me, or she swallowed it, and then I swallowed her when she came back...My lord, I was wrong Yes! I was really wrong! Please forgive me!"

"The abacus is good." Yan Zijin snorted, he sat on the sofa with Fang Wei halfway through listening, and leaned on the back of the sofa for a while, comforting himself that he was still far away from the ghost, would not affect the body.

From this point of view, what Shui Gui told Chong Jiu back then was not false, but he just ignored the unfamiliar voice when Nanxi Village was hit by the disaster.

Yan Zijin asked, "What else did those strangers say?"

"I don't remember clearly, but generally, it seems to say, 'The people in this village are so simple and unpretentious, and they don't have much impact on society when they live or die, so let's return this place to nature. Accumulate virtue.’ Probably like this.” The water ghost trembled his lips, and finally couldn’t help adding, “What does it mean to have no major influence? Is it called accumulating merit after death? Such a bad person is still alive, why should I die? I can’t Do you complain..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and he tilted his head and kept glancing at the two people in front of him.

Fang Wei knocked the bottle on the table, and the water ghost got into the bottle again.

Yan Zijin's face was not very good-looking: "What do you suspect? You want to say that this matter has something to do with Jiu—"

Before finishing the following words, Fang Wei twirled the dagger, smiled lightly and said, "Just asking casually, what are you afraid of." He said that he should throw the dagger to Fang Wei, "I'll save you the consecration, save it for confession."

Yan Zijin still took the dagger with an ugly expression on his face. Although Fang Wei didn't admit it, he still heard other meanings in just a few questions.

"What do you want to do when you come back this time?"

Fang Wei got up and moved his neck: "What can there be? There are so many reasons for not dying to join in the fun."

He told him to leave the porcelain bottle on the tea table and leave.

Yan Zijin stared blankly at the dagger in his hand.

He didn't make it clear just now, but those questions all pointed to a conclusion, he suspected that the whole thing had something to do with Chong Jiu.

Chongjiu's cat was lost only recently, and the disaster in Nanxi Village happened a long time ago. If the black cat was there at that time, the situation would be really hard to say.

But if Chong Jiu is really involved, what is the plot?merit?Merits are not as useful to him as a pack of cigarettes.

This is getting more and more outrageous.Yan Zijin had a headache.

Chong Jiu didn't open the door to go back to the bookstore until he was out of the gate, but before he lifted his hand, a car happened to turn a corner, and when it came in front of him, it deliberately stepped on the brakes and stopped, opened the window and said, "Hey, I'm new here, brother? I haven't seen it before."

Chong Jiu: "..."

He is the worst at chatting with such familiar people.

The man looked to be in his thirties, his hair was cut very short, he was wearing a white shirt, and his skin was the kind of white that didn't see the sun all year round.

Seeing that Chongjiu had a cold face and didn't speak or get angry, he smiled and said, "I'll call your leaders over for dinner in a while. It's been a long time since we got together. I've been busy recently, so I can't see anyone."

After speaking, he waved to Chongjiu, closed the window of the car and drove away.

The car gradually moved away and quickly disappeared into the bushes around the corner.

Chong Jiu frowned, making sure that there would be no more pedestrians around, then waved out a cloud of black mist and stepped in.

Chapter 55

◎Master Jiu, do you wear (wear) a bell? ◎

The stale smell rushed over the moment the door opened, and the bookstore was still the same as it was before, and it hadn't changed over the years, not to mention that it had only been out for two days.But for Chong Jiu, two days is actually a long time.

I don't know if the bookstore couldn't do without him, or he was bound here. After assuming the priesthood, he no longer has the intention to leave. He looks at the empty shop every day, habitually in a daze.

He didn't even really go out to bask in the sun like before for a long time.

He hates the sun now.

When he arrived at the bookstore, Chong Jiu went directly into the inner room, changed the obtrusive clothes on his body, took a shower and was completely black again, and then picked up the big red ankle-length gown that hung on the back of the chair and draped it over his shoulders On the table, he sat behind the counter, tilted the legs of the chair, took out a pack of cigarettes from under the table and put it in his mouth.

Everything seemed to return to the old days, and the previous episodes seemed like a dream that never happened.

Seeing the white smoke rising in front of his eyes, Chong Jiu squinted his eyes and stared at the bell hanging on the door. He hadn't seen it for a few days, and suddenly felt that the color of the bell seemed much lighter than before.

He took out the small bottle of "Suxiao Jiuxin Pill" and put it on the table. With the gourd-shaped shape and the pattern engraved on it, Chongjiu became more and more convinced that it was just randomly pulled out to make up the number. Maybe the non-human group was already too poor Secondary processing of recycled bottles is required.

Squeezing open the bottle cap with one hand, a strand of remnant soul floated out immediately.

Although it is a remnant soul, its form is still intact, and it looks no different from an ordinary ghost.

Yu Song stood on the other side of the table. When Fang Yi came out, his expression was a little dull. It took about a minute for his eyes to focus slowly. His eyes turned from dazed to surprised when he looked at Chong Jiu, as if he didn't expect that he would wake up and face Facing such a scene.

Chong Jiu's appearance with a cigarette in his mouth was not as cold as usual, it seemed a little more ruffian, at least it made Yu Song feel closer.

He stayed lightly in mid-air, looked at Chong Jiu and remained silent for a long time, mainly because he didn't know how to open his mouth.

After half of the cigarette was burned out, Chong Jiu held the remaining half between his fingers and said, "You stay here for now." While speaking, he pointed to a book on the corner of the table, "Your soul is now Incomplete, when you are almost ready, put this book on the shelf, and you can go to reincarnation."

The book was found at Xu Ping's home, and there is a faint round pattern on it, which is the trace of the bottom of the vase.

Yu Song glanced at the black book, he didn't know what it was, but after hearing this, he somehow felt that it was a very important thing.

After experiencing the incident in the domain of water ghosts, Yu Song became more afraid of Chongjiu in his heart, and changed his address from "you" to "adult", put away his contemptuous thoughts, and looked at Chongjiu with more eyes. There was a layer of respect, especially when he heard Chong Jiu send him reincarnation.

"Thank you, my lord." Yu Song bowed deeply to Chongjiu. He originally thought that he was so broken that he probably had no chance of reincarnation. He didn't expect to have such an opportunity, although he didn't know what this person in front of him had done. , In the end, can I really put myself into reincarnation, but I still have to be grateful for what I should be grateful for.

When he got up again, Chong Jiu tapped the table with his fingers, and the book at the corner of the table disappeared out of thin air, which surprised Yu Song for a moment.

Chong Jiu said: "It will appear when you should go."

"Then what do I need to do here?" Yu Song asked.

Chong Jiu thought for a while, pointed to the bookshelf next to him and said, "Just watch and tidy up, sweep the ashes, and water the flowers at the door."

"I'm not very good at……"

"It's okay, no one has taken care of it for a long time, and basically no one is watching, just do it casually, if you don't want to move, just find a corner and stay by yourself, just don't keep dangling in front of my eyes."

After finishing speaking, Chongjiu waved his hand, indicating that Yu Song could leave.

Yu Song bowed again, but he was stopped by Chong Jiu just after two steps: "Don't touch the pure black door in the curtain at the back of the hall, if you don't want to be fish feed so early."

Chongjiu is not very good at threatening people. In his opinion, being used as fish feed is the worst ending. The fish in the Wangchuan River are not ordinary fish. It is not an exaggeration to have blue faces and fangs. It became a dish of fish.

Although the risk of Huangquan is of course not only from fish, but the difference is not big.

Yu Songben wanted to ask something more, but Chongjiu waved his hand as if he was too lazy to answer him, and signaled him what he wanted to do, and don't waver in front of his eyes.

Yu Song drifted away in a step and turned back three times, and Chong Jiu became the same as before, tilting his chair and raising his head, with the few remaining cigarettes in his mouth, looking at the dark ceiling.

I don't know where the ceiling of the bookstore is built, and the head can be seen at a glance under the dim light.

It was completely dark outside, and street lamps were lit on the street in the distance, and the light passed through the window, leaving only a faint light, which was sprinkled on the window sill, making it even more lonely.

After smoking a cigarette, Chongjiu put down the chair, relying on the remaining bit of white smoke, pinched a human-shaped thing out of thin air, floating in the air above the table, only a rough outline, no facial features could be seen , but could feel him staring at Chong Jiu.

Chong Jiu put a dark green thing on the table, which looked a bit like a water plant.

He said, "Take this and go find a book."

The little white man stretched out a small hand, grabbed one end of the water plant and held it in front of his face for a moment, then bowed to Chongjiu, turned around and disappeared into the air in a wisp of white smoke, together with That weed.

This water plant was taken from the water ghost, and Chong Jiu noticed something was wrong when he saw the water ghost for the first time.Whether it is Nanxi Village where the water ghost was trapped, or the domain created later, there is no trace of the book at all, especially after the contract with the water ghost was established.Through the connection between the two, there is no sense of the book that should be in the same place as the water ghost, and in the words of the water ghost, there is no such thing as a book, which can only mean that after his death, The book was immediately taken away.

Who would be able to take the book?

The owner of the voice, which the water ghost didn't even know, might be the same group as the one holding the book, so the next step for Chongjiu was not to waste time on the water ghost, but to find the whereabouts of the book.

The main reason he could tolerate a water ghost maintaining such a relationship with him was because of the book, as long as there was a contract, even he, an outsider, could have a weak connection with the book.

Otherwise, even if he guards Huang Quan, he cannot perceive every soul.The world is so big, and there are so many people, if everyone has to bear the burden, he would have gone crazy long ago.

After the little white man left, Chong Jiu sat there for a long time, until the third cigarette was burned out, and then he got up and went back to the bedroom, and the day passed like this again.

After a few days of busy work, he was suddenly free. During this period, Yan Zijin hung up on Chongjiu and used the mobile phone he had thrown here before.

Yan Zijin told him that the water ghost incident should only be related to Xu Ping, and should not have much to do with the person who died in Qiu Hong and Shunping County before.

As for how it was determined, Yan Zijin didn't say much, and Chong Jiu didn't ask either.

He was not very interested in the case itself, all he wanted to find was the cat.

After resting for two days, another accident occurred, but it was not because of the little white man who went out to look for books, but because of the extra ghost in the store——Yu Song.

After Yu Song went to the bookstore and disappeared for a day, he did not know where to find a rag. After wandering around the bookstore, he found that there was nothing to wipe here. Every floor of the bookshelf was spotless. The handyman who came out cleaned up.

After struggling for several hours, he finally ran up to Chongjiu like a big girl, twisting the rag in his hand, lowered his head with his legs crossed, and after holding back for a long time, he only uttered a sentence: "It's nothing to worry about." It needs to be done."

Chong Jiu was fiddling with the bell on the door at this time, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that the bell was not pleasing to the eye, it seemed that not only the color was lighter, but also the lines were much lighter.

This broken bell has never changed for thousands of years, and he was not sure whether it was his own illusion or something really wrong with the bell.

Whenever a soul comes to report, the bell will ring non-stop, which adds a lot of difficulty to Chongjiu's study of the bell, and Yu Song happened to be stuck at this time to come to ask questions, and it was no surprise that he saw a picture about Frozen face.

Before getting an answer, Yu Song was startled by this expression.

Once a person is frightened, his brain will not function well, and so will ghosts.So after his mind was shaken by fright, Yu Song also ran away from home, and when he regained consciousness, he blurted out the words, and it was too late to take them back.

He listened to himself: "Is this bell the kind worn by cats?"

Time suddenly stopped, and all the surrounding sounds disappeared at this moment, even the perennial noisy voices of the business circle outside the point disappeared.

Although Yu Song didn't know what was wrong with this sentence, the aura emanating from Chongjiu told him that he was doomed.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with this statement. There are all kinds of bells for cats in pet stores. It is not unusual to have such a reaction after seeing the bells. I don't know the key to it, but I thought that Chongjiu's personality was volatile, and if he couldn't say a word, he would be in trouble.

The instant he spoke, he realized that he had stepped on a thunderbolt.

Perhaps God felt that Yu Song's life was already miserable, and wanted to take care of him, so when he thought he would not survive half a minute, something else happened at last——

There was a knock on the door, and the heavy store door was pulled open from the outside. Before I could see who the person was, I heard the person say something similarly desperate: "Hey, what is Master Jiu doing with the bell?"

As an old cat who has lived for many years, the only thing Chongjiu has never done is to wear a bell.

But today, why do you think he should hang a bell?

With a cold face, Chong Jiu turned to look at the person coming.

The man stood at the door, against the light, the surrounding outline was coated with a layer of gold by the light, but his face was hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see clearly at first glance.

Chong Jiu let go, and the bell that suddenly broke free from the shackles began to shake again, as if happy to see someone coming.

Fang Wei didn't look at the bell, stared at the long gown on Chong Jiu without blinking, clicked his tongue twice with interest, and muttered softly: "Sure enough, we should add some color."

"Is there something wrong?" Chong Jiu turned around and entered the room, leaving only Fang Wei behind.

Fang didn't follow in, and closed the store door casually: "The leader said, the patron's father wants to treat someone to dinner."

Chong Jiu sat back behind the counter and stared at Fang Wei. Although he didn't quite understand what "gold master father" meant, his expression already showed his attitude: "It's none of my business that you eat."

Fang Wei pulled up a chair and sat unceremoniously opposite Chongjiu, with his chin resting on his hands: "Although the organization is linked to the public, it is half-public and half-private, and part of the operating funds are funded by sponsorship. One of the philanthropists and the leaders I'm more familiar, and I said that I haven't seen you for a long time and I want to get together. I also said that I saw a long-haired young man at our door earlier, he was very nice, so I must invite him to have dinner together. The leader thought about it, and it seems that you are the only one with long hair. People have participated in the development project near Shitaizi, and they have a lot of connections. Didn’t they say that cats have appeared near there? There may be clues about cats, so I ask you to go.”

Chong Jiu subconsciously wanted to refuse, Fang Wei stood up suddenly, put a small note on the table, and said: "Don't rush to refuse, in case you want to go, think about it, I have something to do and go first La."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left without dragging his feet.

On the small note is handwriting, probably the address of the meal.

Chong Jiu has never participated in this kind of thing in his life for so long, and he doesn't plan to participate in it in the future. He was just about to squeeze it and throw it directly into the trash can, when the little white man who went out came back.

The same as when he left, the little white man floated above the table, bowed to Chongjiu, and then a little white mist dispersed in the air, turning into a sentence, an address.

Chong Jiu narrowed his eyes and looked at the handwriting floating in front of his eyes. He had just seen this place, and it was lying on the small piece of paper on the table.

Chapter 56

◎Whose father? ◎

The address floating in the air and the place written on the paper are actually not unfamiliar, he just came out of that place a few days ago, and it was the community where Yan Zijin and the others were located.

It seems that the legendary "golden master father" either found a private restaurant nearby in that community, or he lived there, and he didn't treat the people in this department as outsiders, so he directly invited people to eat at home.

No matter what the reason is, it can explain that the relationship between the "golden master father" and Yan Zijin is very unusual.As for strangers who have seen Chong Jiu, they can only think of the people he met at the door when he went out that day.

But no matter what it is, it is incomprehensible to invite him to eat. Either Yan Zijin had a convulsion and excreted his brain together when he went to the toilet, or Fang did not look for trouble. Jiu hangs up the relationship, if there is a natural disaster or something, there are too many ghosts, it is still possible to ask him to see.

Although Xiao Bairen gave the same address, and Fang Wei's invitation just happened to give him a reason to enter the room, even so, Chongjiu was not going to the banquet.

Inviting a ghost to enter the door, I don't know what the owner of the house thinks.

重九