sunk in yesterday

Today's dining location is on the third floor, and there is only one staircase between the restaurant and their guest room, so Guan Yuzhou left for a while.

Mr. Xia got up early, and after eating in his room, his assistant went out for a walk with him, and now he has returned to the lobby on the first floor, so he can take this opportunity to visit the second floor.

Back in the guest room, the bathroom behind him was restored to its original state.

The blood on the ax was still dripping down, so as not to stain the carpet, Guan Yuzhou wiped it clean with a towel, but when he turned around, he saw Xia Zhuo staring straight at his hand.

In the past, he had always avoided Xia Zhuo from seeing his violent side.That was his dark side, and he didn't want Xia Zhuo to touch it.

But just now he couldn't help but carefully plan, and when he came back to his senses, his hand had already been released.

He still didn't want to see the look of fear of himself in Xia Zhuo's eyes, even if he didn't want to see him at all.

He hesitated in tone, with a little hesitation: "...what's the matter?"

Xia Zhuo pointed at the ax, but his eyes were slightly bright: "Where did this come from?"

His small knife is like a prop thrown away by a magician. It is only suitable for making small tricks behind the scenes, and it can be dodged if it makes a slight mistake.

Sure enough, a gentleman still wants to use this blatant weapon... Ah no, a weapon.

Guan Yuzhou understood his expression, the gloomy gray in his eyes faded, and he raised his eyebrows a little funny, "I found it in the cabinet of the restaurant. I was planning to look for tableware, but I found this, so I took it with me."

Thinking about where it might come in handy, I didn't expect it to function so quickly.

He paused and asked again:

"Want it?"

Xia Zhuo subconsciously nodded, "So cool!"

"This one is too heavy, and it's not easy to use."

Xia Zhuo pursed her lips, thinking it's okay.His current physical condition is not very good, and his steps are still a little sloppy. Besides, the knife just now can't hurt Feng Yongxin in the slightest, and I'm afraid that the ax will not be effective in his hands.

I'm so sad, I don't know what will happen next time I run into it.

The steamed stuffed bun in the plastic bag was still a little warm, Guan Yuzhou stuffed it for Xia Zhuo, and stroked the hair beside his ear like a hair: "You're kidding. I won't give you what you want? But before that, You need to eat your breakfast first."

He can use anything for himself, even if he is given a piece of wire, he can still use it as a weapon as usual.

Smelling the unique fragrance of pasta, Xia Zhuo realized that he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back.He grabbed the bun and took a bite, and there was a momentary pause in his movements.

Following occasional problems with vision, the sense of taste also seems to be fading.The cake he ate last night was not very sweet, and now there is no salt in the buns. This seems to be some kind of omen given to him by his body, and all his functions are deteriorating.

Xia Zhuo didn't choose to sit on the bed, but leaned against the wall, letting the cold temperature soak through the thin clothing, so as to numb the panic in her heart.He licked his dry lips, and suddenly asked: "Ms. Guan, have we broken up before?"

He didn't want to tell Guan Yuzhou about receiving the call, but he desperately needed an answer.

Guan Yuzhou narrowed his eyes, and unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle calmly, "Why do you remember to ask this?"

"Tell me."

"No."

"Really?"

Guan Yuzhou's lips moved, but he couldn't say the "um" in the end.After struggling for a moment, he sighed heavily, "Did the aborigines tell you something just now, or did you find other information?"

"I didn't find anything special... I just found it very strange. How could I be willing to break up with you? Why?" Just thinking of these two words, Xia Zhuo felt like his heart would be torn apart.

"It's not your fault, and I didn't agree." Guan Yuzhou twisted his lips, trying to light a cigarette.But this time the dream did not bring it, so I had to let go of this idea, "Okay, let's drink some water, and we will go downstairs after drinking."

Xia Zhuo took the bottle and gulped down two mouthfuls.

Guan Yuzhou kept his word, and the ax was finally given away.Xia Zhuo carried it happily, and waved it around like a toy. It was so novel, but he was ordered to put it away after he almost hit his foot. The two of them agreed in three chapters, and they could only use it when it was time to use it. Keep it in the warehouse honestly.

The lights from the third floor to the fourth floor have not been turned on, and the deep and shallow darkness seems to be condensed into a solid body flowing slowly on the high place, and there seems to be some kind of surging danger lurking behind it.

After only one glance, Xia Zhuo noticed that the ominous atmosphere was stronger than yesterday, so he quickly closed his eyes and followed Guan Yuzhou downstairs.

To their surprise, there was another oil painting between the second and third floors.

At first glance, Xia Zhuo thought that the paintings downstairs had been brought up, but after a closer look, she could tell the difference.

The woman in the second painting is not as dignified as the wife of the previous head of the family, but her eyes are inherently cold, and the whole face is majestic and imposing with the thick color embellishment.

Guan Yuzhou thought for a while, "This is a portrait of the current head's wife when she was young."

The feeling of being watched has not changed. Xia Zhuo walks close to the handrail, holding a respectful attitude towards the portrait, "Why is there an extra picture every day? There will be more between the third and fourth floors tomorrow, right?"

It's impossible to say.

From grandma to grandma, according to this order of calculation, the next one to appear should be mother.

But when thinking of Xia Zhuo's biological mother, there are some things about Yuzhou that he can't be sure about.

The fact that the portrait can appear on the wall of the Xia family undoubtedly means that the Xia family agrees with this daughter-in-law.But Xia Zhuo's mother is not recognized. If tomorrow's portrait really appeared, it would be strange.

So he just said, "Let's see tomorrow."

As soon as I stepped into the corridor on the second floor, the air was filled with the faint smell of incense, and there was also the faint sound of gentle music.

Mr. Xia's bedroom is on the left. People in business always have to be superstitious. The most common ones are either Taoism or Buddha.

When he was 50 years old, he specially asked someone to convert the empty room next to him into a Buddhist hall. He came here to offer incense and chant scriptures when he had nothing to do on weekdays, hoping that the Buddha would bless the prosperity of the Xia family.

But later, he had some health problems, and he didn't care about asking the Buddha to take care of the whole family. He came here to chant scriptures and meditate every day, thinking that as long as he was sincere, the Buddha would come to help him drive away his illnesses.

On weekdays, the door of this Buddhist hall is open, and he allows the servants in the house to come in and out, thinking that the more people worship, the better.

It was pitch black outside the window, and only a few lotus lamps on the table were operating inside. The golden soft light was blurred by the sandalwood rising from the incense burner, and also covered the smiling Buddha statue on the high platform.

Xia Zhuo's nose was itchy, he couldn't bear such thick smoke, his eyes became sore and dry after being smoked for a long time.The Buddhist scriptures were also uncomfortable to listen to, and the rhythm seemed to be slower than normal. It was like a lullaby, making his eyelids heavier and heavier, and he began to feel drowsy not long after he woke up.

After Guan Yuzhou checked the censer, he turned around and saw his tired face, his brows furrowed imperceptibly.

Xia Zhuo's condition was very bad. After so long, he thought his body had recovered, but now he suddenly returned to before liberation.

Is this also due to the interpretation of dreams?

Afraid that someone would fall asleep standing up like this, Guan Yuzhou stepped forward to support him.

Xia Zhuo's eyes were a little dazed. He looked at Guan Yuzhou's face that was close at hand in the half-light environment, and let out a slow single sound from his nose: "...Huh?"

Guan Yuzhou rubbed his hair, and said in a soft voice: "Sit here for a while, we will leave after the search."

The tingling feeling came again, Xia Zhuo rubbed his eyes twice, sat down on the futon, "Okay."

The faint light still couldn't illuminate every corner of the Buddhist hall. In places they couldn't see, there seemed to be something peeping at everything, ready to move.

Xia Zhuo didn't dare to let himself be in a daze any longer. He stared closely at Guan Yuzhou's back, but his vision gradually became blurred, and the surrounding smoke was fascinated in front of him like gathering clouds.

In a trance, he saw Guan Yuzhou knelt down in front of the altar, bowing devoutly to the Buddha statue who seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

A piece of Hei Li's cane was placed aside, as if he heard the dull sound of it hitting the ground, he wanted to stand up but couldn't stand up, he couldn't even open his mouth, his whole body was nailed stiffly in place.

He watched the group of backs burn incense upright, then took out something from his pocket, pressed it under the Buddha statue, and muttered something:

"My disease cannot be cured...Namo Amitabha, bless the only grandson of my Xia family to take on the heavy responsibility, rein in the precipice, and turn around... May I use the power of the Bodhisattva to send you the scriptures, and I must let my Xia family burn incense Continuation, bless my descendants to be safe, healthy, and free from disease..."

The hoarse voice gradually became inaudible. He blinked hard again, and the picture jumped back. Guan Yuzhou was still standing not far away with his back turned.

It happened that there was a raised gap under the Buddha statue. Guan Yuzhou reached out and groped in, and pulled out a red amulet in no time.

The amulet is stuffed with some cotton, but otherwise has a firm feel.He untied the string that sealed it, and poured out a green fish-shaped pendant from it.

This pendant is transparent without a trace of miscellaneous lines, it is extraordinarily crystal clear under the light, and it looks like a high-quality jade material.

After playing with it for a few seconds, he put the jade pendant into the warehouse.

Item name: [Xia Hong's gift]

Instructions for use: The pendant Xia Honghua prepared for his grandson at a high price took a lot of effort in choosing materials and engraving it.After consecration, it was pressed under the Buddha statue for three months, and it was delayed due to some incident, so it was not sent out.

Special note: Fish carries a beautiful meaning, and special people wear it with special effects.

Props attribute: Dream exclusive not for sale.

something...

Looking at the words above, Guan Yuzhou frowned deeply.

Xia Hong doesn't like Xia Zhuo, this is something everyone understands.He didn't want Xia Zhuo to have any contact with Xia Hong here, but seeing that the pendant seemed to be useful, he took it out and put it on Xia Zhuo's neck.

The cold touch was attached to the chest, and it clanged against the ring.Xia Zhuo subconsciously grabbed it through the clothes, wondering and asking: "What is this?"

Guan Yuzhou waved away the smoke in front of him, "Put it on first, and pick it off after the dream is over."

"...Oh." Xia Zhuo rubbed his fingers and muttered, "Will the ring you gave me be worn out?"

Hearing what he said, Guan Yuzhou's mood suddenly improved, and the corners of his lips curled up, "No."

Isn't it just a piece of jade?

After he went out, he found a better one for Xia Zhuo.

What's the point of hiring someone else to carve?

Xia Hong is not short of money, so it is not easy to get a piece of good material?If he wants to give it away, he must learn from the master himself, and then carve out those meanings with his own hands. This is the most sincere.

Thinking of this, Guan Yuzhou snorted coldly in his heart.