On Saturday evening, after Lou Xing put away the fortune-telling booth, he rode a small tram towards Yanheguan.

On the way, Lou Xing was still thinking about how he should question Tang Gui about deleting and blocking his WeChat account when he got there.

Ask him if he is not familiar with Daoist Luo Xing, so he has a guilty conscience and blocked himself?

Or is it that he saw that he knew so much about the Temple of Hehe, and was worried that he would rob him of the Taoist Temple?

or...

"Lou Xing."

A deep and old voice interrupted his thoughts.

Lou Xing subconsciously braked to a stop, looked around, and saw an old man chasing after him at some point.

The old man was wearing a beige linen shirt, black trousers, and a wooden hairpin, holding a bunch of small-leaf red sandalwood in his hand, and walked towards him slowly.

When the other party approached, Lou Xing could see the other party's appearance clearly. It was a wrinkled face, energetic, five or sixty years old.

Those cloudy eyes looked at people with breathtaking power.

Lou Xing looked him up and down, and asked doubtfully, "May I ask who you are?"

The old man stepped forward, stood in front of him, and asked: "Are you trying to get together?"

Hearing his cold voice, Lou Xing said displeasedly with the arrogance of a superior, "What's none of your business?"

At the same time, I complained in my heart, even talking to others in this tone, who do you think you are, the emperor?

Lou Xing didn't intend to continue chatting with him, and just as he was about to ride the tram away, he felt a chill down his spine. Before he could react, a rag covered his mouth and nose.

He subconsciously held his breath and struggled, but the thing behind him was too strong, and he couldn't break free at all. The oxygen in his body gradually disappeared. He breathed instinctively, but he inhaled in one breath, rolled his eyes, and passed out.

Seeing him slumped to the ground like mud, the old man snorted lightly with disdain, and said in a cold tone, "Take him away."



River Kwai Villa Community, Building 8012, basement.

Lou Xing gradually recovered his consciousness, slowly opened his eyes, shook his heavy head, and looked around.

When he saw the surrounding layout clearly, he couldn't help being taken aback, but soon he forced himself to calm down, looked around the layout, and looked for a way to escape.

This room is large and very dim, and the light comes from dozens of long burning lamps on the incense table and two sticks of red wax thick as wrists.

The door is hidden in the dark, there are no windows, and the oxygen in the room is maintained by several vents and two exhaust fans.

The four walls are covered with yellow cloths with various runes painted on them, as well as yellow talismans that can be seen everywhere.

Dozens of black wooden tablets were placed on the altar table, making the silent room look gloomy and terrifying. Lou Xing was self-taught. Although he didn't have much skill, he didn't faint like ordinary people.

He even stretched his head and looked at the tablet, wanting to see the name on it, but the distance was too far and the light was too dim to see clearly.

The temperature in the room was very high, probably because of the constant burning of lanterns and candles.

After a while, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Lou Xing's body.

He moved his bound hands and feet, trying to break free from the rope.

"Boom-boom-boom"

At this moment, there was a sound of heavy footsteps outside the closed door.

"Squeak-"

The door opened, and the old man I saw halfway in the evening came in, holding a cup of warm water in his hand, and asked him in a cold and old voice: "Are you thirsty?"

Lou Xing licked his dry lips, and asked him hoarsely, "Who are you?"

The old man didn't answer, walked up to him, picked him up from the ground in a non-gentle manner, threw him on the chair next to him, and fed him a glass of water.

Lou Xing was secretly relieved to see that he had no thoughts of taking his own life for the time being.

After drinking the water, his hoarse voice was relieved, and he asked the old man again: "Master, I have no grievances with you, why are you arresting me?"

The old man put the empty water glass on the incense table, pulled another chair beside him, and sat down opposite him, staring at him with cloudy and sharp eyes: "Don't be afraid, I invite you here to make something for you." matter."

Lou Xing's hands and feet are now tied with hemp rope, is this called 'please'?

But this time.He didn't dare to be tough with the old man, so he could only cooperate with a smile on his face: "Help? Yes, but sir, can you loosen the rope first, my hand is so strangled that it won't even bleed."

When he said this, he didn't really have any hope, and he didn't expect that the old man would really let him go.

Before Lou Xing had the thought of running away, the old man reminded him aloud: "There are twenty or thirty ghosts here, I advise you to stop thinking about running away."

Hearing this, Lou Xing calmed down instantly, sat on the chair obediently, and said with a smile: "No escape, no escape."

"Master, I have been an orphan since I was a child without a father or a mother. I have no car or house under my name. I only have a few hundred yuan at most. If you need me, I can give it all to you. As for help, it's okay to do some rough work. I can't do it with my brain..."

The old man frowned in boredom, and said in a cold tone, "If you make any more noise, I'll cut off your tongue."

Lou Xing shut up instantly.

The old man asked him: "Do you know Chu Yang?"

Lou Xing shook his head.

The old man reminded: "You answer after thinking about it."

Lou Xing heard the threat in his tone, and searched carefully in his mind again. Looking at the old man's face, his face showed bitterness: "Master, I really don't know the person you mentioned."

"Then how much memory do you have of Yanheguan?"

Lou Xing shook his head again: "No, not much."

The old man stared at him for a long time, which made Lou Xing's heart tremble, swallowed, and quickly added.

"I know the general layout of Yanhe Temple. Although the Taoist temple is broken, it is not small. In addition to a spacious courtyard, there are nine large rooms, two rooms on the west side and four rooms on the east side. In addition to the main hall , and one for the east and west side halls."

"One of them is a utility room with a lot of old things in it..."

Lou Xing shook out everything he knew, but seeing the old man's brows were still frowning, with a very dissatisfied look, his heart couldn't help but raised his throat.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, "Oh! By the way, there is a memorial tablet and portrait in the main hall."

He raised his chin and pointed to the altar: "It's exactly the same as these tablets."

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, when I was visiting the Taoist temple that day, I took a peek inside."

"Did you see the name on the tablet?"

Lou Xing frowned in thought, and after a while, his eyes suddenly widened, and he exclaimed: "Chu Yang! I remembered, the tablet is the name you just said!"

The old man instantly stretched his brows and eyes: "Very well, you will be Chu Yang's master in the future, do you know?"

Lou Xing was taken aback: "What?"

The old man smiled, stood up and walked to the cabinet next to him, and took out a bunch of old objects.



In the evening, on the third floor of the school's male dormitory.

Sun Yiming walked into the dormitory excitedly, and was about to call out that I was back when he saw Xu Cheng and Wang Qizi booing him.

He held back the words and asked them with his mouth: "What's wrong?"

The two pointed to the upper bunk at the same time, and Sun Yiming looked in the direction of their fingers, and saw Tang Gui who was still sleeping soundly.

He walked lightly, walked to the desk and sat down, took out his mobile phone and started to communicate face-to-face with the two on the mobile phone.

Sun Yiming: Brothers, what's going on?

Xu Cheng: I don't know.

Wang Qizi: I don't know either.

Wang Qizi: In the past, Tang Xiaogui was the most conscientious and diligent child in our dormitory, what's wrong now?

Sun Yiming: Yes, what good did Tang Xiaogui do behind our backs?

Xu Cheng: What else can I do, catch ghosts.

Xu Cheng: Didn't you see that when he came back today, he looked tired and reticent, and he couldn't even walk steadily.

Xu Cheng: I guess I got into a fight with the kid again in the past two days.

Su Yiming: Tsk, he really worked so hard to make money.

Su Yiming: Wang Qizi, why don't you tell your father that you can recognize Tang Xiaogui as a godson and don't be greedy for too much. It is enough to give him a little bit of your family's property. If uncle is willing, give me a piece of it. It's okay to accept it.

Wang Qizi: Fuck you.

Wang Qizi is the rich second generation of their dormitory, with tens of thousands of pocket money per month, not counting his purchases of clothes, shoes and other daily necessities.

Because the family background of other people is not as good as his, Wang Qizi will take the initiative to treat guests when he usually goes out to eat.

He even told Tang Xiaogui in private that he could lend him a few thousand dollars a month to reduce his part-time jobs.

It was not too late to pay back the loaned money when he started working, but Tang Gui refused.

Several people in the dormitory saw that Tang Gui had a strong personality, and they didn't dare to persuade him for fear of overthinking him. They just took care of him more in daily life.

Several people were chatting passionately with their heads down, Tang Gui gradually woke up, and sat on the bed with sleepy eyes in a daze.

Because of sleeping, the clothes on his body were a little messy, the collar exposed half of his shoulders, and he could vaguely see the left collarbone.

There are spots of red bruises on the collarbone, all of which are the masterpieces of a certain ghost.

Rouge was still awake and didn't notice this. Instead, the three people on the lower berth raised their heads to look at him at the same time when they heard him get up.

"hiss--"

The three gasped in unison, pointed at him and asked, "Tang Xiaogui, what's the matter with you?"

"Ok?"

Tang Gui looked down in a daze, saw the imprint on the collarbone, suddenly woke up, and instantly pulled the collar back.

"fine."

Although he pretended to be calm, the three of them still caught the panic in his tone and regained their spirits instantly.

"Tell me honestly, what happened to the strawberry marks on your body?"

Wang Qizi is a master in love and has had several girlfriends, so he naturally knows how to get the marks on his body.

"What strawberries?"

Tang Gui wanted to pretend to be a fool, but the three of them would not let him go, they stepped on the stool and surrounded his bed, as if they were threatening to hold him hostage.

Wang Qizi suddenly remembered what he said about his sexual orientation some time ago.

"Brother, is your sexual orientation okay?"

Tang Gui lowered his eyes and thought of something, a slight smile rose from the corner of his mouth, and said: "Maybe——it's not going to get better."

Wang Qizi exclaimed subconsciously: "I'm going, I'm really bent!"

Xu Cheng raised his leg and kicked him, and reprimanded him: "What are you talking about, what are you talking about? Don't mess around with discrimination."

Wang Qizi argued, "I didn't."

He was afraid that Tang Gui would misunderstand, so he quickly added: "Brother, I don't mean that, no matter whether you like men or women, I will support you unconditionally!"

Sun Yiming also nodded.

Looking at their reactions, Tang Gui stretched his brows and eyes, and smiled. It seems that they have already digested the fact that he likes men during this period of time.

When a group of men are together, they will always speak yellow accents. Now that he knows that he likes men, he suddenly restrains himself a lot more than before.

In the next few days, when Xu Cheng, Sun Yiming and the others were playing games, they didn't dare to call the man such a sissy, for fear that if they were not careful, it would affect Tang Gui.

Even, Wang Qizi came over to ask him if he could casually walk around in boxer shorts in the dormitory, making Tang Gui dumbfounded.

I had to tell a few people: "Everything is as usual, there is no need to worry too much."

The author has something to say: Chu Yang: As long as my wife is dressed well.

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