I heard that my roommate is a celestial master

Since dealing with a group of ghosts has become the decision of the underworld, Yama of the Ten Palaces and ghost messengers of all sizes are not just for nothing, so they must have already had a series of measures to deal with unplanned emergencies—such as Qi Shu is such a not so law-abiding celestial master who is unwilling to cooperate and always wants to make trouble.

"Ah? Then what to do, you will be treated like this, puff——"

He Heng felt that this was a serious matter, so he raised his hand and wiped it on his neck, "I was assassinated one night, and then I will see your body the next morning, bleeding out, and it's still an unsatisfactory death." Plant it?"

Qi Shu hesitated to speak, he really didn't know how to face his roommate who was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"No, not at all."

Qi Shu comforted him, "Don't worry, if I was assassinated by a ghost messenger, there would definitely not be a dead body left."

He Heng: "..."

He Heng forced a smile on his face: "Thank you, I have been relieved."

Tuantuan was not interested in the boring chatter between the two of them, and turned his head to pick the plush bear in the little devil's hand.

Cute, want to scratch.

……

In Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School, in the dormitory for the first-year boys, there was another earth-shattering cry.

The lingering sound lingers around the beam, endlessly.

Xin Yongqiang was so frightened that he came over and knocked on the door tremblingly.

"It's not about Brother Heng, it's just a military training, it's really not about it."

Xin Yongqiang comforted him cautiously, "Although we are all very sad, we still have to look at it—even if we really can't look at it, don't cry so loudly, it will ruin the image."

He Heng:? ? ?

He Heng: "What the hell, who cried... No, wait a minute, what military training?"

"Just next week's military training, our homeroom teacher just said it in the group."

Xin Yongqiang held up his mobile phone to show him the notification, and then patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay, Brother Heng, it's only ten days, it's really not going to happen, don't cry, don't cry."

He Heng: "..."

He Heng was weak: "Who the hell told you that I cried for military training?"

Xin Yongqiang was curious: "Why are you crying?"

"I didn't fucking cry!"

He Heng picked him up and put him outside the door, then pressed his head and turned him around, "I didn't cry, I didn't cry at all. Shut up and go back to your dormitory."

"But I did hear the cry,"

Xin Yong stubbornly turned back, grabbed the door frame and did not let go: "You didn't cry, could it be Brother Qi?"

He Heng: "..."

You can't just pour dirty water on your roommate in order to clear your suspicion.

Not very ethical.

For the image of himself and his innocent roommate, He Heng took a deep breath and decided to have a good talk with him about this matter.

"It's like this. There is an ancient prose. Although you haven't learned it yet, you will learn it soon."

He Heng calmly held down classmate Xiao Xin who was poking his head into the room to care about his roommate, citing scriptures, "There is a saying in it that 'Silence is better than sound at this time'."

Xin Yongqiang happily raised his hand to answer: "I know this, it's from "Pipa Xing". I have already finished memorizing it during my summer vacation. Brother Heng, do you want me to recite it?"

He Heng: "..."

No, there is no need.

You Xueba are working too hard.

"Okay, I know you will, I didn't spot-check your knowledge points."

He Heng forcibly pulled the topic back, "This sentence means that although there was no sound just now, your brain thinks it is better to have a sound, so it makes you feel that there was a sound just now."

Xin Yongqiang was at a loss, always feeling that what he said was different from what he understood: "Is that what you mean..."

"Yes, that's what it means."

He Heng nodded firmly, "Combined with the context just now, it means that although no one cried just now, your brain thinks it is more appropriate for someone to cry, so it sounds like someone cried."

He Heng paused, and added: "In modern medicine, we generally refer to this phenomenon as auditory hallucinations."

……

Qi Shu's expression was complicated, and he really couldn't understand how his roommate could talk nonsense with a calm face.

I can't even understand why a young student who can enter high school and at least has no intellectual problems can be convinced of such a nonsensical explanation.

It seems that the director of teaching two days ago was not unreasonable to worry about their intelligence.

He Heng didn't feel the slightest bit of embarrassment after being watched by his roommates, and he even prepared to teach by example, "As long as you are confident enough when you talk, even if it's a little far-fetched, others can believe it."

Qi Shu: "..."

Seriously, your "little bit" is ridiculous in itself.

Good people say that they have auditory hallucinations, which is really "a little bit" far-fetched.

"How about this thing?"

He Heng reasoned with him based on the context, "For others, the fact that 'the one crying is a ghost' is actually more far-fetched than auditory hallucinations."

This is true.

After all, there are not many cats in this world that can make ghosts cry.

Still twice.

Although the little ghost was forcibly pasted with a silence talisman, it was still sobbing. Standing by the side, He Heng could feel its grievance that was about to turn into substance through a layer of soul purification array.

Even He Heng himself seemed to be infected and wronged.

"Not 'like,' you might actually be infected."

Qi Shu kindly persuaded him, "Stay away and go to the balcony to get some air, or you should really cry soon."

He Heng thought he was joking with the fact that Yang Hao came to knock on the door just now: "Crying all the time, Yang Hao is really enough to ruin me... Fuck? What the hell is going on?"

He Heng was dumb, and wiped his face blankly, feeling the wetness of his hands, and felt that the sky was falling apart for a while.

I'm fucking crying? ? ?

I'm fucking sick? ? ?

He Heng just said a series of "fuck me" halfway, and suddenly found that he was crying even when he spoke, and he stopped forcibly, only tears flowed down, and he couldn't stop.I don't know if I was affected by this kid, or because it was too fucking embarrassing to cry in front of my roommate, so I hugged myself.

"It's okay, just look at it, it's really not your fault."

Tuantuan just got into trouble just now, and he is trying to behave well, explaining to him in a good voice, "It's because that little brat cried too seriously and accidentally affected you."

"I understand the truth—no, I don't understand the truth."

He Heng paused, then raised his hand to cover his face, "But due to a little bit of force majeure, I really don't know how to take it easy in this situation."

round and round:"……"

In all fairness, it was a little difficult.

"Also, there is one more problem now."

He Heng pointed to himself calmly, "I'm not only crying physically now, but also feeling a little uncomfortable psychologically, and I may be about to cry soon."

Seeing that the scene was about to develop towards Daiyu's burial of flowers, Qi Shu couldn't bear to look directly at him, so he dragged him to the balcony, closed the balcony door and opened the screen window, and forced He Heng's head to breathe .

He Heng was dumbfounded: "So my roommate is so rough..."

Qi Shu had a headache, and tried to make his actions a little less rough, but he still pushed his head out of the window to breathe, "Blow the wind and calm down, or else you'll cry for a while."

He Heng said one thing: "It's a bit troublesome to calm down, now the wind is blowing and it's hot."

Qi Shu: "..."

The sun was scorching, and the heat was blowing.

Failed.

He Heng was pressed out of the window by his roommate who suddenly became cruel and ruthless for a long time. Whether it was physical tears or psychological discomfort, they were all evaporated into salt particles by the sun above his head.

He stretched out his hand to wipe his face, just about to say that he was fine, when he turned his head inadvertently, his eyes met Yang Hao who was on the balcony next to him.

Yang Hao: "..."

He Heng: "..."

After living for 16 years, He Heng experienced for the first time what it means to feel ashamed.

Some people are alive, he is dead.

Even if some people live to be buried until they are 60 years old, they will die as early as 16 years old.

Yang Hao shrank himself back from the window in embarrassment, and felt that it was not appropriate to just shrink back like this, so he tentatively stretched himself out bit by bit.

"I'm socially dead."

He Heng's expression was dull: "From now on, there will be no such person as He Heng in Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School."

"No way! Brother Heng, really no way!"

Yang Hao was so frightened that he panicked, "It's okay Brother Heng, I understand, I'm bothered by the military training too. I promise not to say anything about today's matter, don't think about it..."

Halfway through Yang Hao's speech, Yang Hao fell silent. Looking at Qi Shu who poked his head out from the same window, a guess that was too intense to pass the trial in Jinjiang gradually formed in his mind.

"It's okay, Brother Heng, I really didn't see anything, so I'm sorry to bother you."

Yang Hao quickly closed his eyes, held Xin Yongqiang who was curious about coming in from outside the door, and closed the window in one go.

He thought about it, but he was still worried, and leaned out of the window for the third time, and advised them both worriedly, "There are quite a lot of people downstairs, brother, you two, be careful, don't get caught."

He Heng: "..."

Qi Shu: "..."

Qi Shu:?

Just across a window with the screens pulled open, in just 2 minutes, did he go through a plot that he didn't participate in and that couldn't be discovered?

He Heng: "..."

He Heng vaguely understood what Yang Hao wanted to express, wiped his face again, thought about it carefully, and still felt that a little classmate who had never even had a drink should not have such eighteen forbidden things in his mind content.

Should not.

At most, when I cry, my roommate will accompany me in a friendly and kind way to comfort me, such a touching story of solidarity and mutual assistance.

"It's okay, what kind of plot do you like?"

He Heng sighed, turned around and leaned on the window sill, "Anyway, I cried and this plot has already been deeply rooted in people's hearts."

Qi Shu didn't know how to comfort him for a while.

Fortunately, He Heng was quite open. After a while, he managed to recover from the ashes. After reflecting on his mental journey for a while, he still didn't quite understand how he could become Meng Jiangnv in the clear sky.

"It's 'ghost cry', it has nothing to do with you."

Qi Shu explained to him, "The more resentful a ghost is, the more influential it is. This little ghost is fine, he doesn't have a lot of resentment, and he stayed in the soul purification array for another day. The scope of influence is small, and nothing major happened."

He Heng is still a bit at a loss for some metaphysics proper nouns.

"A ghost crying...is it a ghost crying?"

For a moment, He Heng questioned his ability to express himself. He chose his words, avoided the explanation of proper nouns, and asked directly, "Yesterday, this ghost also cried. Why did it happen that nothing happened yesterday? massacre?"

"Yesterday it just cried and did not arouse its own resentment."

Qi Shu pointed to the teddy bear in the little ghost's hand through the glass door, "It may be that it likes that teddy bear so much that it gets angry when Tuantuan touches it, or it may be that it has been in the soul purification array for a day, and it is a time of resentment." Purification, just now is the last wave of grievances pouring out violently, and it couldn't be controlled for a while - anyway, the grievances spread out of the formation with its cries. Tuantuan and I can resist more or less, but you haven't cultivated However, he was born with yin and yang eyes and was affected by resentment."

He Heng murmured: "An indiscriminate disaster..."

Tuantuan was a little guilty, and took the initiative to hook his wrist with the tip of his tail.

He Heng was not really angry, he followed its tail and smoothed its fur, and didn't dare to enter the house for a while: "Then what should I do now, it is still crying now, will I still be damned when I enter the house?" Crying?"

"Probably not, it's all right now."

Qi Shu took a closer look into the room and was quite sure, "Its grievances have almost been dissipated in the first place, and it has no power to continue. It cried a lot just now, and now its grievances have almost dissipated."

He Heng nodded, and concluded: "So it cried itself out of battery."

Qi Shu: "..."

Although it feels strange, it is not indescribable.

Qi Shu roughly calculated the time in his heart, and then took a closer look at the posture of this little devil who was so devoted to crying, "The resentment is about to dissipate, and it will hurt its vitality if it continues crying like this, and it will be even worse by then." Good reincarnation."

Although He Heng had already shown his face to the ghost messenger last time, and covered it up with the excuse of "his new apprentice", there is no problem with his identity.But He Heng was originally born with yin and yang eyes and was easily contaminated with yin qi. He always met with ghost messengers every three days.

"No, it's best for you to send me away by the way."

He Heng thought of the moment when he cried and wiped his tears and looked at Yang Hao just now, and wished that his whole body would evaporate on the balcony, feeling weak but wishing to die, "If it wasn't for Jinjiang's strict prohibition of promoting suicide/suicide plots, I would just go through this window right now." Jump down, it's over."

Qi Shu sighed, and sincerely lit a stick of incense on the balcony to Jin Jiang who accidentally saved his roommate's life.

Although he has already guessed the intention of the underworld, but sending ghosts to the underworld to reincarnate can't avoid the ghost messenger leading the way. Qi Shu just pretended that he didn't know anything. The stuffed bear calls mommy's little devil.

Tuantuan's tail flicked loudly, and the boss was not happy: "It's obvious that they have torn their faces, and it would be shameless to call them over."

"In the world of adults, there is no tearing face."

He Heng stroked its tail pretending to be mature, "You are still young and don't understand."

round and round:"……"

Tuantuan rolled his eyes and pulled his tail out of his hand, "I'm sorry, our cat is considered an adult when it is one year old, and I am already in my teens, and my son's son should be crawling all over the floor, how about you? ?”

He Heng: "..."

Speechless.

Qi Shu couldn't listen anymore, and helped He Heng take it apart: "Calm down, you don't have a son."

"But I have a kitten,"

Tuantuan licked his paws, "This spring we're still dating together... Well, I like Huahua so much, but Xiaobai likes me so much, we can chat together."

Qi Shu: "..."

He Heng: "..."

It was vaguely as if a cart wheel had run over my face.

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