Dressed as a Stepson of a Wealthy Cannon Fodder[Transmigration Book]

When Liu Lesheng picked up Xia Man, he was followed by a group of people, old and young, who looked like a tourist group.

I have never seen such a serious tour group.

"Xiao Man, what you said on the phone is true?"

Xia Man nodded nervously, without looking sideways, "Something happened to Brother Zizhe's construction site. After I went there, I found traces left by the judge's pen."

The three workers who witnessed the corpse were all tainted with some evil spirits, and Shi Si who fell to death all died from the judge's pen.

Life and death are judged by one stroke, and all those who are judged to be dead die unexpectedly without exception.

After death, there will also be a trace of red thread wrapped around the corpse, making the face peaceful and rosy, making it look more like a deep sleep.

The attention of the three workers was all on the blood and death, and they failed to notice the strangeness.

Liu Lesheng proposed to go to the construction site.

An old man who came out from behind immediately refused, "No, Master Liu, we sent that pen back after seeing it with our own eyes, so it is impossible to stay here!"

As soon as he objected, someone immediately agreed, "That's right, what's more, we believe in your strength, but it doesn't mean everyone will believe it. Who knows whether what he said is true or not?"

"I don't know if it's true or not. If you take on the name and just invite us to do a practice, it's a waste of resources."

"Master Liu, I trust my own eyes and judgment even more."

.........

With a few words, Old Man Liu's face flushed red with anger.

On the contrary, it was Xia Man, who seemed indifferent, and had all the worse things he had heard before he became famous in his previous life, and these were nothing to him.

The more self-respecting the celestial master, the more reserved and conceited he is.

To say it nicely is called pride, but to say it badly is called self-righteousness.

Old man Liu glanced at them, and said to Xia Man, "Go, take me to have a look."

He didn't plan to take this group of people with him at all. Some of them didn't know how to make progress, and they were always holding on to the theory of seniority, but in fact they didn't know how hot their eyes were.

Inviting such a person to go is simply a disgrace to the Heavenly Master.

There are those who are unwilling to go, and naturally there are those who want to go with them. These people are very polite and greet Xia Man politely.

However, most of them regard Xia Man as a junior.

They never thought about the fact that Xia Man was stronger than them.

A group of masters suddenly came to the construction site. After Liu Qishan heard the news, he sent the workers back to the rest room to ensure that no one would disturb them.

At the place where Shi Si and the others fell to their deaths, Liu Lesheng circled around a few times, holding a small disc in his hand, and two round beads were placed in the hollow of the disc.

Once it encounters the spirit of ghosts and evil spirits, it will respond.

At this moment, they are already spinning rapidly in the disc.

"It was indeed an unnatural death."

Old man Liu nodded to the people who followed, and one of them, a middle-aged man in a gray gown, came out, took out a toolbox, and planted eight sticks of woody incense on the field.

Mu Xiang was placed in eight directions, and the man stood in the center, held his breath, and pointed at Mu Xiang respectively.

Eight sticks of woody incense were ignited one after another, and the smoke was misty and mixed together.

Four figures gradually appeared in front of the man.

These are the souls of the four dead people. The soul body is thin, and it is unknown whether it is incomplete or weak.

Xia Man blinked, feeling a little strange.

The souls of the people whose life and death were judged by the judge's pen are not under the jurisdiction of the human world, either they have already entered the underworld, or they have been deteriorating everywhere and turned into ghosts with powerful strength.

No matter what type it is, it cannot attract a soul.

But this middle-aged man was able to summon a one-and-a-half one.

Even if the soul and body are incomplete, it is much better than not knowing anything.

Old man Liu explained: "This is from the Jing family, Jing Quan, and the Jing family is the best at recruiting spirits in the Taoist sect."

The Jing family has a special project for the Jing family, which not only recruits spirits, but also allows dialogue.

They are very good at empathizing with ghosts and experiencing what they experience.

Therefore, often in the end, the celestial master of the Jing family went crazy and committed suicide.

After Jingquan sent the ghost away, he respectfully said to Liu Lesheng: "Master, the four people only knew that their bodies were going out uncontrollably when they fell to their deaths. Their souls and bodies were extremely weak, and they had already passed away."

Xia Man secretly looked at this man, admiring him very much.

After experiencing the death of ghosts in my mind, after experiencing it time and time again, everyone will go crazy, right?

Jing Quan can still persist until now, and he thinks he has a very strong mentality.

Liu Lesheng nodded: "The evil spirit left here is very similar to those in Beijing University, and the possibility that the judge's pen is still there cannot be ruled out."

Moreover, the possibility of the judge's pen remaining in the human world is very high.

Liu Lesheng took everyone to the police station. After contacting the special department, he finally saw the body.

When they came out, their expressions were not very good.

There is nothing worse than the news that the judge pen is still in the world.

Old man Liu looked at the gradually darkening sky, "Xiao Man, you go back first, we have to hold an emergency meeting after we go back here."

Xia Man nodded, he had to go to the hospital.

Ling Zizhe was still lying on the hospital bed, his sleeping face was soft and handsome, but he was a little less angry.

The boss was unconscious, and the Ling Group was prone to trouble. Liu Tezhu could only send a group of bodyguards to guard here. He and the rest of Ling Zizhe's confidantes had to resist the pressure.

It's impossible for such a large group to run without Ling Zizhe. If you are afraid, you will be afraid, and people with ulterior motives will cause trouble.

Xia Man stood by the bed and held Ling Zizhe's hand involuntarily.

That weak hand is so beautiful, with well-defined joints, slender and white.

In the past, this hand would touch his head from time to time, it was wide and safe.

This was the first time that Xia Man held the hand of someone other than Master.

It feels very different, at least Ling Zizhe's hands are much more comfortable than his master's old and rough hands.

It's just a little cold.

"Brother, Assistant Liu is so busy that his hair falls out in handfuls. Do you think he will be bald?"

"You've been busy for so long, and you haven't had a good rest. Now that you've rested, it's been too long..."

"Am I very useless, even a little evil spirit can't be cured, it would be fine if my master was still around..."

He was talking to himself, and without knowing it, he fell asleep holding that gradually warming hand.

In the dream, I saw the old urchin again.

In Xiaman's year, Shui Yanghua was 62 years old.

Even in her sixties, Shui Yanghua's hair is still so black that there is no trace of white.

He was emaciated, and in the end, he could only be described as skinny.

That year, Shui Yanghua couldn't even get out of bed, and his dark yellowish-black skin made him very scary.

He often held Xia Man's hand and said, "Xiao Man, you will live alone in the future, don't be afraid, if anyone bullies you, you will be scared back."

Shui Yanghua has taught him mystical arts for more than ten years, and never restrained him, and he can't use mystic arts to scare people.

What Xia Man often heard from his master was——"Master came late and made you bullied."

He was taken away from the orphanage by Shui Yanghua when he was seven years old. On the day they met, little Xia Man was surrounded by a group of brats and beat him until he was out of breath.

The child's body is full of scars, on the head, face, corners of the mouth, arms, back, thighs...

The only thing that can be seen is the protected abdomen.

Shui Yanghua heard the group of brats scolding him as a "freak", "pervert", "ghost thing" and "sick brain". For the first time, he got angry and let the brats burn for three days in a row, doing countless things. nightmare.

When he died, Shui Yanghua couldn't forget how easily the little guy was bullied.

"Xiao Man, Xuanshu is dead, but people are alive. No matter what, you have to live well......"

"You, you are too obedient. When you make friends in the future, you have to... be smart, don't be fooled."

"Those books left for you...read three points, believe three points, and use your brains...you are very talented and smart, believe... ..... Difficulties will be resolved."

Xia Man was so teary and choked up by Master's way of confessing his last words: "Master...I will never scold you as an old naughty boy again, please don't go away... ..."

The old man was lying on the bed, his eyes straightened, and he smiled weakly, "Okay...okay, I'm a little hungry..."

"I'll get you something to eat! Master, what do you want to eat?"

"Two side dishes, a plate of peanuts, and half a bottle of wine!"

"???" Old naughty boy, you are gone!

When Xia Man woke up, he couldn't get rid of the thought of "peanuts with wine, forever", this is Shui Yanghua's catchphrase.

He rubbed his swollen temples, looked at Ling Zizhe with sore eyes, but there was still no movement.

The sky outside was pale, and the nurse would be coming soon, so he didn't feel like going back to sleep.

"Look at three points, believe in three points..." He didn't believe that this was just a dream recalling the past, but since Shui Yanghua's death, this was the first time he dreamed of that old urchin.

Sometimes he would wonder if the old man became a fairy after death, why is it so difficult to dream about him.

After Liu Lesheng found out about Ling Zizhe's situation, he took Kuaimu to the hospital.

Reluctantly, he handed the wood to Xia Man, "I only have a thousand-year-old piece in my hand, so save me some."

In the morning, Xia Man's phone call woke up the old man who had just fallen asleep, with a bluffing tone that the latter had never heard before.

Knowing that Xia Man was nervous about Ling Zizhe, Old Man Liu rushed over to deliver the things himself.

Xia Man took the wood, the thousand-year-old mahogany with the size of a fist is enough.

"Didn't you want protective beads last time? I'll give you ten strings, each with twelve beads."

Old man Liu smiled with satisfaction, "Deal."

After seeing off Old Man Liu, Xia Man focused on carving wood, and this time he wanted to carve a small gourd.

Gourd is often called Qiankun Bao, which is effective in subduing ghosts and monsters.

Xia Man, on the other hand, intends to use the Qiankun Treasure made of thousand-year-old peach wood to take away the evil spirit from Ling Zizhe's body.

After the golden light returned to his body, Ling Zizhe would naturally wake up.

"Huh—" After a long time, his palms and forehead were covered with sweat, "It's finally finished."

The gourd is only as big as a thumb, but it is hidden.

Xia Man put the gourd on Ling Zizhe's chest, and after a while, a white light appeared, and the black mist suspended on the surface poured into the mouth of the bottle.

After the last trace of black energy was absorbed, Xia Man took back the gourd.

Without the aggression of the evil spirit, the golden light gradually withdrew from the body.

Suddenly, a touch of red adsorbed on the golden light and returned to Ling Zizhe's body together.

Xia Man's expression changed, and he hurried forward, "What's going on!"

The author has something to say: Knock on the blackboard - there is a quiz with prizes, what is going on with the redness!

The little cutie who guesses right will get a red envelope! (Before 21:[-] tomorrow!)

Thank you for your support, eh~

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