Don’t Be a Kept Man

After a while, this building finally moved into a new tenant. I heard from the landlord aunt that she was a single woman. She was very bold. She named her name to live in the room where Su Yu died. In other words, she was in Yan Yujia upstairs.

"This girl is okay. I paid half a year's rent in one lump sum. Don't bully others. You shouldn't talk about Su Yu. Keep your mouth tight."

Since the murder occurred here, basically no one in the neighborhood dared to rent a house. Besides, if you can pay the rent for half a year in one lump sum, it is considered generous, so why bother to live in such a small place and want to live in Su Yu. The dead room is indescribably weird.

The landlord's aunt didn't expect this layer, she was overjoyed with the money, turned her back to find the three aunts and six women to play cards.

In the morning, the female resident moved in quietly, with little luggage, only two suitcases, and the rollers were sliding between the corridors. The sound was very obvious. Yan Yu heard the movement and glanced through the door.

The woman was wearing a short skirt covering the hips, her legs were very thick, wheat-colored, with faintly visible muscle outlines, and her height was initially estimated to be more than 1.7 meters. She was also stepping on the height of Hengtian, and her long black hair reached her waist, like silk. It was the same smooth, and walked upstairs effortlessly with two suitcases.

The dress on her is a limited edition, and the crystal chain on her wrist starts at 30,000, which is almost incompatible with this place. When Yan Yu was about to close the door, the woman seemed to turn her head and smiled at him. laugh.

What kind of face is that.

The place on the right, near the back of the ear, looks like it has been scalded by boiling water, twisted and vertical, thick eyebrows, hooked nose, high cheekbones, thick lips, it is really ugly and not decent, not half of the tenderness and beauty of women, and even smiles With a bit ferocious.

Yan Yu was indifferent and closed the door easily.

Sitting on the bed cross-legged, Xun Chuan glanced at the ceiling seemingly: "Someone has moved in."

Yan Yu is always good at grasping the key points: "Well, she is a woman, tall, long hair, and very rich."

When Xun Chuan heard the words, he smiled suddenly, the corners of his mouth were gloomy and unspeakable. He swept across his palm, and a bank card appeared silently on the table, which was buried by Yan Yu before. The one in front of his grave.

Xun Chuan stared at him and asked coldly, "Is it enough for you?"

The system rang weakly: [ding~]

[Please implement the four-character policy of self-reliance and self-reliance, and resolutely support the system guidelines, not to eat soft food for people, let alone soft food for ghosts! 】

If the system was a ghost, Yan Yu would take it first, and the soul would never be superb.

It's dawn, and it's time for Yan Yu to go out to set up a fortune-telling stall. While packing up his things, he said, "Money is never enough."

Didn't take that card after all.

He carried his bag on his back and was about to go out, but when he looked back, he found that Xun Chuan didn't want to keep up.

Yan Yu knuckles on the door panel, attracting his attention: "I'm out."

Xun Chuan turned over and lay down on the bed: "The sun is big, go by yourself."

He hung half of his body by the bed, fell, floated up, fell down, and floated up again, just like a mentally retarded child, Yan Yuxin didn't want to go, so he could save some trouble, and closed the door with a click. .

Xun Chuan stopped moving, listening to Yan Yu’s footsteps when he left the house. When he was far away, he sat up and took a photo with his fingertips. The fourth drawer of the desk not far away suddenly opened automatically. A piece of paper on top floated into his hands.

People who haven't been in numerology can't understand this picture. Xunchuan is no exception. The six-pointed star has an inner ring and an outer ring, and the five elements are marked on it.

The gold of the outer ring faces the wood of the inner ring, the wood of the inner ring faces the soil of the outer ring, the soil faces the water, the water faces the fire, and the fire faces the gold, forming a situation of mutual restraint.

Xun Chuan got out of bed quietly and opened the first drawer. There was a math book in it. He glanced through it, and only knew that this six-pointed star diagram was the basic figure for fortune-telling, but nothing else. know.

He wanted to ask Yan Yu, but he felt that the other party might not tell the truth, so he could only put the things back as they were.

The more expensive residential areas are all in good Feng Shui, and they are facing the sun, so the chance of ghosts is less, but the crowded and messy residential buildings, such as the place where Yan Yu lives, are long and sunny. , Three religions and nine streams are a mixture of fish and dragons, with the most ghosts and ghosts. Although they have not encountered them, they are not legendary.

Xun Chuan drew a gap in the curtains, and there was always a figure drawn at the desk on the window of the gate tower. It was a painter in his fifties who died of a sudden heart attack before he became famous. By chance, he became a wandering soul. The most common thing to do is to paint.

That room is the most beautiful one in the whole building. There are always colorful patterns painted on the walls, but an extra painting for no reason is always scary, so the previous residents have moved out.

Life is like this, come and go in a hurry.

With the passage of time, the sun weakened, Xun Chuan was idle and drifted past, the old painter was still painting, clusters of sunflowers on the snow-white walls, facing the blazing sun, opened very brightly.

He has gray hair, colorful clothes, and a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. He uses a paintbrush with paint stolen from a painting material shop with a focused expression and paints on the wall little by little.

This is the lowest-level wandering soul, without the mind, just blindly repeating what he liked to do most in his lifetime.

Xun Chuan floated away and changed into a strange appearance. At first glance, he looked like a normal person. He took the bank card, walked down the stairs, and shuttled openly in the crowd, as if he was just the most common of all living beings.

At this moment, no one knew he was dead.

Xun Chuan walked back slowly when the sunset was in the west. He went to the bank to withdraw a sum of money and bought a lot of things. He was full of things in his hands. There was an old grandmother with a cane at the alley, and she was also swimming. Soul, walking around every day, always muttering: "Guofeng... have you seen Guofeng... he should go home..."

Guofeng is her wife, who moved away two years ago, and the low-level wandering spirits could not leave the place where she died, so she was trapped in this place.

Xun Chuan looked at him coldly, and felt that he was lucky, but he felt that he was not lucky.

Yan Yu came back earlier than usual. As soon as he got home, he saw the table full of dangling things, and couldn't help but raise his eyes to Xun Chuan: "You went out today."

It is an affirmative sentence, not an interrogative sentence.

"Well."

Xun Chuan responded perfunctorily, and then continued to lie down on the bed to watch TV. Yan Yu didn't say anything, went to the window and opened the curtain to look out, then closed it again, and stuck a few yellow symbols on it.

Upon seeing this, Xun Chuan raised his eyelids and was about to say something. The door of the room was knocked suddenly. The rhythm was slow. Obviously it did not belong to the landlord's aunt. Yan Yu stopped his work as if he was considering whether to open the door. .

Xun Chuan rolled in a circle on the bed: "It's a person, not a ghost."

Yan Yu seemed to know who it was, opened the door, and unexpectedly stood outside today's new neighbor.

"Hello, I'm Su Qing who moved upstairs." The woman smiled slightly, her facial features were even more terrifying, but her voice was soft and gentle. If she didn't look at her face, she might think she was a peerless beauty: "Everyone will It’s a neighbor, and I don’t have any greetings. This is a cookie I baked myself. I hope you like it."

After she finished speaking, she generously handed Yan Yu a box of biscuits, and glanced around the room inadvertently. The result happened to be right in front of Xun Chuan’s line of sight, and she couldn’t help but smile: "Oh, beautiful brother, neck Why is it bleeding? Just wipe it."

Upon hearing this, Xun Chuan's expression changed subtlely.

Yan Yu looked at Su Qing expressionlessly, but the other party just smiled and waved his hand: "I'm leaving, take more care in the future."

Seeing her leave, Xun Chuan silently covered the wound on his throat, his eyes darkened, and he didn't understand how Su Qing saw it, or did he mean that the other party was a warlock like Yan Yu?

Yan Yu seemed to know what he was thinking, closed the door and said: "She is not an ordinary person, let's see the situation first."

After speaking, he continued to stick the remaining talisman paper on the door.

His behavior was a little abnormal. Xun Chuan couldn't help but glanced out, but saw that the window was crowded with wandering spirits, large and small, rushing here, not long after, even the corridors were full of noisy, inaudible movement. .

There are women's crying, the sound of cracking the head with a hammer, and the jealous laughter. All kinds of sounds are crowded together. Like a hodgepodge, Yan Yu's physique is easy to attract ghosts, but it is not so powerful. Huge, he covered his eyelids with both fingers, only to find that there were wandering souls outside the door, one next to each other, in an orderly manner, walking up like a line, and the goal was the fourth floor.

Xunchuan's face was sinking, and he clearly felt how troublesome the woman was just now: "Would you like to go up and see the situation?"

Yan Yu told the truth: "If you don't go, I can't beat so many ghosts."

The master is among the folks, and the miss is in the underworld. One mistake may become the same species as Xunchuan.

There was a head shattered ghost who was hitting his head with a hammer desperately. His voice was dull, and even the listener had a headache. Xun Chuan and Yan Yu stood behind the door, quietly observing the movement outside, and found the ghosts lined up. She was always sad, but as long as she went up to the fourth floor, she would be happy again.

Xun Chuan noticed with sharp eyes that there was still a famous abduction grandmother standing in the team. It was the one who was looking for his wife at the entrance of the alley every day. His heart moved as if he understood something, but he was not sure.

Xun Chuan said, "I'll go out and have a look."

Yan Yu: "No."

Xun Chuan: "Then you go out and have a look?"

Yan Yu: "No."

Xun Chuan closed his eyes and felt it silently, and found that none of the wandering souls in the line had a higher grievance than himself, and said to Yan Yu: "They are all low-level resentful spirits, there should be nothing wrong."

After finishing speaking, his figure flashed, and he went straight through the door.

Xun Chuan was full of resentment and had a certain deterrent. Those wandering souls retreated a little unconsciously, keeping a distance from him, Xun Chuan looked around and walked up the long line, and found that it was indeed Su Qing's ghost.

The door of her room was wide open, and she was sitting quietly behind the table, with a stool in front of her, and a female wandering spirit sitting opposite, not knowing what she was doing, dangling with a turtle shell in her hand, copper coins The rustling sound is more magical than Yan Yu.