soul seeker

"Tsk." Wu Ci rolled his eyes and turned to look elsewhere.

Yingchen shook her head: "It's hopeless, it's hopeless, even gods gossip like this..."

"I'm just asking!" Bodhi spread his hands, "Hey, Taohua, have you done your research?"

"Yeah." Taohua put down the fragments in his hand and sat upright, "It should be that the evil spirits have eaten too many souls, and all the bottles have exceeded the limit of capacity."

"Originally," he lowered his head and muttered to himself, "I thought about it next time, but if I work overtime to make two experimental products, there should be time..."

"Huh? What did you say?" Bodhi leaned on the back of the sofa and looked at him.

"It's nothing, let's go." He stood up holding the box containing the fragments of the soul-absorbing bottle.

Bodhi activated the blue ring, and the two of them left through the reincarnation gate as they had come.

"You don't even say hello when you leave!" Yingchen sat down on the sofa resentfully, "By the way, we have to rest for a few days before starting work?"

"Two or three days." Wu Ci still didn't turn around.

Seeing his embarrassment, Yingchen felt a little embarrassed too, really, you are older than me, okay, I am not embarrassed, what are you embarrassed about...

When the atmosphere was delicate, the fax machine started working.

"Oh," the newcomer tore off the spat out paper, "there will be a job so soon, so I'll go."

"Hey, dear friend!" Yingchen stood up, "What's your name?"

"Oh, didn't I introduce myself?" He pointed to himself.

"No, why doesn't each of you know how to introduce yourself?!" Yingchen frantically remembered the time when she first met Wu Ci.

"Oh, I have introduced myself!" Greedy Spring interjected later.

"Sorry, sorry," the man scratched his head and grinned, very handsome, "My name is Feng Minghai."

"What about the other one that came with you?"

"Oh, you mean the little mirror? His name is Mu Jingyu."

"Mr. Mirror?! What a nickname," Yingchen nodded, "My name is He Yingchen."

"I said," Yingchen sat in the middle of the sofa, looked at Wu Ci who was sitting on the left, and looked at Guweichun who was sitting on the right, "I usually don't feel bored when I'm alone, how can it be so boring when three people stay together and don't talk! "Yingchen spread her hands wildly, "You guys at least tell me the story of the Republic of China!"

Wu Ci ignored him and continued to be in a daze, Gu Weichun smiled awkwardly: "Haven't you studied it? Modern history?"

"Eh, it's okay to talk about unofficial history, short stories or something?" Yingchen retracted her arms and hugged her.

"I can't tell a story, how about I sing a part for you?"

Yingchen trembled all over, "No, no, no." He shook his hands frantically, "I, I, I don't understand that art!"

"Are you sure?" Wu Ci turned his head, with a nostalgic smile on the corner of his mouth, "Don't look at him now, he is a famous actor, and it has been a long time since I heard of him."

"How about I sing a part of Farewell My Concubine? How about you help me with it?"

The two of them were about to get up, Yingchen shouted with an expression of being struck by thunder: "Enough is enough for you two old men! Think about the child, how am I?"

The two were stunned for a moment, the flames in their eyes were extinguished again, Gu Weichun muttered, "You said it was boring."

Then, as if revenge, the two of them started to be in a daze without saying a word.

"How about it!" Yingchen stood up, "Let me, a young man, take you to experience modern culture!"

However, Yingchen was almost at the door, but no one followed, and when he turned around, he found that the two of them were still in revenge, motionless.

Seeing him turn around, one of them straightened his robe slowly, and the other brushed the dust off his clothes as if on purpose.

"Oh, old man, don't be so angry! Let's go!"