Waste Strong Foundation

Lingering souls linger...is that an idiom?

Fei Mingqiu thought of this question inappropriately.

Anyway, she was imprisoned by the ghost mother. To save energy, deal with Qi You and all the little ghosts first, and then enter the Tianmen to settle accounts with her later.

Thinking of this, Fei Mingqiu sat cross-legged, opened the "Guide to Life in a Ghost Mansion" and tried to read the rhyming words written in bronze inscriptions of the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

Bronze inscriptions are Chinese characters engraved on bronze wares.

strangeness.He obviously didn't know many words, but he didn't have dyslexia, and he read surprisingly smoothly.

It seems that this thread-bound book is actually something that the ghost mother left for him to pass the time.

The seemingly gibberish four-character poems in the book have the effect of shaking the ghost mansion, and the power is close to that of the ghost mother herself.

Wet footsteps sounded nearby.

Possessed by the black mist, Qi You came running staggeringly looking for the scent of a living person.

As soon as the unlucky child who sacrificed his life poked out his bumpy face, the ghost quickly burrowed into his seven orifices.

Sitting in the coffin, Fei Mingqiu flipped through the guidebook, his ears filled with howling ghosts and wolves, he read most of the rhyme in a hurry, and suddenly raised his head——

Ghost Mansion responded to his instructions openly and generously.

He clearly saw Qi You being occupied by little ghosts flying towards him with all fours outstretched.

Under the influence of countless little ghosts, this walking corpse swelled and floated up like a balloon. The skin was stretched almost transparent, exposing shriveled internal organs and blue-black blood vessels. Swallow it in one gulp!

Ghost mansions never keep anything alive.

Neither do foreign dead things.

Fei Mingqiu's pupils constricted, he hurriedly threw the "Guide" out, and raised his upper body to pull the coffin lid.

He didn't hear the sound of the book falling to the ground.

Because a silver-red mechanical hand caught it.

Shang Yuan pushed away the heavy coffin lid, which was inlaid with thousands of natural red gemstones, and the sparkling red light was reflected in his peach blossom eyes.

The overheated metal finger bones rested on the coffin, and immediately melted a large piece of wood, releasing a strong and pungent sandalwood fragrance.

The black hair was covered with sweat and hung in strands between the man's thick eyebrows, which modified his bad habit of carelessness, making him look extra aggressive.

Fei Mingqiu's heart was pounding, and he felt that Shang Yuan in front of him was quite strange.

He heard his heart contract and relax very slowly.

Full of doubts and worries, he stared at Shang Yuan's hand, choked up with a premonition and asked, "How did you come in?"

Shang Yuan grunted coldly, bright flames were burning in his eyes.

Fei Mingqiu said anxiously, "Shangyuan."

Shang Yuan probably also thought that Fei Mingqiu was a stranger, kicked away the chasing seven-headed enlightened beast, raised his hand and tapped his forehead——

Fei Mingqiu felt a warm and even scorching summer wind blowing against his cheeks.

The skyrocketing yang energy is more ferocious and clean than Xihe's ten suns, dispelling the yin energy that has been lingering in the ghost mansion for hundreds of thousands of years in an instant.

The black mist that lived the same life as Di Jun, suppressed by the ghost mother, was destroyed in this way.

The yin energy in the ghost mansion and the ghost mother's god level re-established a delicate balance, which once again alarmed the godfather who was dozing off with his eyes down.

Fei Mingqiu didn't know anything about it.

He only knew, he only saw, he stretched out his hands in fear, and rushed forward to catch Shang Yuan's falling finger bones in a panic.

The silver-red right hand that covered the coffin lid was disjointed in front of him, until there were no parts to drop, leaving an empty upper arm.

It's an exaggeration to say it, but it's just a blink of an eye, and it's just an abnormality that has been discovered long ago.

Fei Mingqiu lowered his head to pick up the metal finger bones that had fallen into the cracks of the coffin boards, his hands were covered with blood blisters from the burn of these rusty parts.

Shang Yuan just changed hands calmly, threw the "Guide" and jumped to squat on the half-open coffin lid, leaning over and grabbing the young man's collar again.

Fei Mingqiu quickly counted the parts he found, and when Shang Yuan picked them up roughly and bit his neck, he shouted in a trembling voice:

"Shangyuan!"

Shang Yuan tilted his head to look at the food he had caught, rolled his Adam's apple, bent his waist again, and gently bit the young man's lips and tongue.

Fei Mingqiu panted and pushed him, but unknowingly lost his strength, and pushed his silver-red knuckles into the opponent's embrace with pain and difficulty.

Shang Yuan lowered his gaze to these parts that had been scrapped for a long time.

Sweat-soaked black hair fell across his forehead, shadowing his expression and his faded gold eyes.

The Enlightened Beast crouched outside the coffin and turned around anxiously for a few times. Seeing that the two of them were in peace for the time being, it tiptoed into the darkness and disappeared quietly.

Fei Mingqiu licked the teeth marks on his lips, wiped away the blood and saliva between his lips and tongue, sat there for a while, cursing and bowing his head to pick up the parts.

Originally, I wanted to punch Shang Yuan twice.

Forget it today.Make it up later.

……

With the medicine provided by the players, the slaves who had a high fever and diarrhea after the flood escaped from the brink of death one by one.

These people who were born to do hard work are surprisingly tenacious in life and tenacious in will, and they can walk freely within half a day after taking medicine.

Fei Mingqiu insisted on taking away the slaves and the rest of the wounded, even if the players were responsible for the treatment and other matters.

Seeing his firm attitude, and having personally experienced the player's kindness and innocence, Dayu agreed to re-discuss with the priests and elders.

As a result, Fei Mingqiu "prostituted" more than 200 skinny slaves.

The progress of the third debt repayment task has advanced a little bit.

Today is the third day after the great flood.

In the early morning, the rain became heavier and the river rose rapidly. The Xia family had to evacuate as soon as possible, and the whole family headed towards the royal city.

Fei Mingqiu sat on the wooden pole of the carriage and gulped down hot water.

He recalled the time when he first met Shang Yuan.

A place full of discarded experimental items.I can't see my fingers.The cage where Shang Yuan was held was covered with fluorescent labels "to be processed".

When he recalled before, he insisted that it was a prop for emergency lighting.

Or readers—if there are readers in the future, they can think of it as an ordinary detailed description to set off the atmosphere of the two people's first meeting.

Actually.

He clearly knew that Shang Yuan was in a worse situation than him at that time.

But he suffered enough from curiosity when he was young, and he has made up his mind not to be curious about Shang Yuan's past.

Fei Mingqiu sighed deeply, put the water glass into the corner of the carriage, and glanced at the man who was sleeping with his knees bent and his back on the folded cloak.

Shangyuan is a waste product that doctors are going to dispose of.

The doctors who participated in the New Humanity Project were all cold-blooded geniuses, who would stop immediately, and the experimental products that could not see the signs of results were waste.

Maybe... After he escaped from the lab, Shang Yuan encountered some lucky things, thus changing the ending of being scrapped?

So what happened to the dropped parts now?

He didn't want to sympathize with Shang Yuan too much, he always felt that this was not what Shang Yuan wanted.

He emphasized Shang Yuan's glorious political status and comfortable work routine in the Qindi District Court, always thinking that this is the right concern.

Fei Mingqiu sat on the side of the carriage with a bunch of silver-red parts in his arms, dazed.

Fenghuang came running in the rain, "Oh, it's raining! Why, why don't you start yet? In four hours, there will be a flood."

Fei Mingqiu hugged the spare parts tightly, implying something: "Really? But you didn't make a move."

Fenghuang laughed lightly, pushed Fei Mingqiu away and sat down, "I'm a god, so I shouldn't easily interfere with life and death in the world. When it comes to saving people, I'm not as good as you."

Fei Mingqiu choked, straightened his body and said: "Seeing you these few days, I had a few dreams and remembered something."

Fenghuang grinned and took out the jade wine glass, "Okay, okay! I'm afraid you won't remember anything. Kid, do you want to drink?"

Fei Mingqiu was silent for a while, took the wine glass full of fine wine and mustered up the courage to drink it down in one gulp.

Fenghuang smiled happily and clapped his hands, looking like a foolish child.

Fei Mingqiu: "Fenghuang, did you give me something before?"

Fenghuang narrowed his eyes when he heard the words, restrained his smile and said slowly:

"...Give it to me. I gave it to my disciple Kunlun. Do you really remember it or fake it?"