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"Chirp, chirp, chirp—!"

Suddenly there was a shrill bird cry from the backyard, and Cheng Wanshi was shocked. He hurriedly got up from the bed and subconsciously called out: "Blue Bird?"

Then there was a sound of fluttering wings, and the little black figure bumped into the window and slid down slowly.After a while, the white cat cautiously pushed open the door, walked to the bed with small steps under Cheng Wanshi's fierce eyes, threw the blue bird in its beak on the ground, turned around, and never looked back. slipped out.

Become everything: "..."

The blue bird who was pretending to be dizzy suddenly woke up, chirped and chirped, and complained to Cheng Wanshi.It trembled as it spoke, to the effect that every time it came here to send a message, it would be thrown to the ground by the white cat, which was a violation of bird rights.Of course this time is no exception, now it is full of cat saliva...Cheng Wanshi held back his smile, patted his chest to promise that he would take care of the white cat in the future, then spread his palms to let the blue bird jump up, and passed a little spiritual power to it .

Soon, the wet feathers of the blue bird became dry and fluffy, and the whole bird nestled in Cheng Wanshi's palm like a small green fluffy ball, very cute.

"What's the news this time?"

As soon as the voice fell, the blue bird raised its neck and let out a long cry.Then the throat squirmed a few times, and when all the hair on its body stood up, it lowered its head, arched its back, and spit out a tube of tied yellow paper.

Even though it came out of its body, the yellow paper was as dry as ever, and even exuded a scent of sanshin incense. "Oh, it's a letter from the underworld..." Cheng Wanshi took the yellow paper, unfolded it, and found that it recorded the whereabouts of Mo Qi, the soul of Jiang Fengbai's "ex-fiancée".

After the blood was taken, Mo Qi's body became weaker and weaker, and she fell into a coma.She passed away not long after, her hands and feet were twisted strangely after death, with an expression of extreme fear on her face, as if she had endured a lot of torture before she died.However, the nurses in the nursing home shook their heads, saying that Mo Qi stayed alone in the ward that night, except for occasionally pressing her stomach and saying a few words about the child, she never spoke again, let alone being beaten or anything else. Screaming, mourning.

Later, the doctor conducted an examination and found that she died suddenly in her sleep, and no external force affected her death.

Human newspapers reported this incident in a large format, and Jiang Fengbai was also puzzled, so he called Cheng Wanshi.But after Cheng Wanshi closed the newspaper, he just replied meaningfully: "For those who commit crimes, they have their own fate." To this day, the letter brought by Qingniao confirmed his words: Mo Qi's death is related to the underworld.

In other words, Mo Qi has gone crazy, and human laws cannot truly judge her evil, and the underworld needs to come forward to take her soul away.As for which one of the eighteen floors is stuffed, even Cheng Wanshi is not clear.Anyway, what is certain is that Mo Qi will definitely have no good fruit to eat, and I don't know how long it will take before she can get the chance to join insects or livestock again.

Cheng Wanshi shook his head: "I'm afraid it's not true, we'll have to wait for the underworld amnesty when the king of Hades from the ten prefectures gets married."

However, the most sinful person is the mysterious man... Cheng Wanshi retracted his thoughts, and found that the blue bird was impatient, and dozed off in his hands.Gently placing the blue bird on the table, he took out a pen and paper, and wrote a reply letter to the underworld: "Understood!" The three words penetrated the back of the paper, mixed with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus ink, worthy of being used as a family heirloom.But Cheng Wanshi just picked up the paper and blew it, and when the ink was dry, he rolled it into a small roll and tapped the blue bird's little head.

Qingniao woke up suddenly, looked left and right, and swallowed the letter obediently, her small body was like a bottomless black hole. "I'm sorry to trouble you." Cheng Wanshi said softly, rubbing the green fluff on the top of its head.The blue bird nodded, spread its wings, and flew out through the half-open door.The white cat, which had been squatting outside the door, was still a little reluctant, and stretched out its paws to the sky, as if lamenting that the fresh blue bird meat had no chance for its own appetite, as always.

It wasn't until the blue bird's figure turned into a dot and disappeared into the sky that the white cat wandered into the house: "What did that bird send?"

"The letter from the underworld said that they took Mo Qi away, and left the rest of the matter of salvation to the Buddhist society, so we don't get involved." Cheng Wanshi was sleepless at the moment, and randomly grabbed a few handfuls of his slightly long hair, Yawning while walking towards the backyard.

There is a well beside the yard. The well water is cool and delicious. It is often used for cooking. Cheng Wanshi also likes to fetch water for washing, and also to get some spiritual energy from the world.The bucket that was pulled up was still full of sweet-scented osmanthus. He looked back at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree that was pretending to be reciting poems, and sighed: "Grandpa Gui, they all said not to sprinkle flowers in the well... We have enough aura, don't you?" I need you, an old man, to worry all day." Gui Shu shook his body, but did not answer, while the white cat followed behind Cheng Wan, and said quietly: "You will grow stronger when you are old, and you will be strong when you are old, and you will have something to rely on when you are old..."

"Old and unscrupulous." Cheng Wanshi wiped the water off his face with his sleeve, and kicked the white cat's butt angrily, making it hide away in a hurry, for fear of being caught by the nape of the neck.To be honest, the three non-human beings in Everything Are Old are getting older one by one, and it is difficult to tell who is the oldest and who is the real old man...

Talking and laughing for another half day, the afternoon sun was not too bright, but with a little warmth, it shrouded the treetops and hugged the white cat that had started to take a nap.As soon as Cheng Wanshi finished packing up the store and arranging the shelves neatly, he heard the muffled sound of wind chimes intermittently.One after another, it rang very persistently.However, he just looked up at the locked shop door and ignored it.

Before the time comes, nothing will happen.

……

In the middle of the night, everything is silent.The wind chimes stayed quietly under the eaves, the white cat was too lazy to move, and a slender, skeleton-like black figure stood unknowingly in front of the counter, with deep fear hidden under its distorted facial features, and even its eyes were trembling.Cheng Wanshi remained silent until the other party couldn't bear the suffocating silence, and slowly opened his mouth: "It hurts... I hurt so much... ah..." Accompanied by its words, the deep black blood Gradually, it oozes out from every part of the body, and when it flows to the ground, it burns like a flame.

"your name?"

"Ali...it hurts...it hurts..." The other party had already lost his sanity, and although he answered unconsciously, other than that, there was nothing but crying from the pain.

Only then did Cheng Wanshi sigh and say, "This order... I'll take it."

The last word fell gently, and the black shadow collapsed completely, burning up bit by bit from head to toe, turning into ashes mixed with blood.At the same time, an indescribable smell quickly filled the whole everything, and even the white cat sleeping on the osmanthus tree woke up a bit, couldn't help but jumped down, and ran into the store quickly: "Okay!" Stinky...what the hell!"

"It feels like a resentful soul, but it's not the same." Cheng Wanshi squatted down, slightly inserted his fingertips into the pile of incense ash, and touched a little to the tip of his nose.He pondered for a moment, then he seemed to be a little uncertain and said: "There is a lot of resentment, and there are other things, otherwise the smell would not be so strange... I have to check to find out what it is."

Because the sense of smell is more sensitive than anyone else, although the white cat is very curious, it can only hide in the corner: "Burning incense? Burning incense? Is it really that one?"

"pretty close."

"Hey... It's amazing that this resentful soul can still wander here." There was a trace of pity in the white cat's pupils.

Cheng Wanshi fiddled with the ashes for a while, and found a transparent fragment, which was very similar to the one that fell into Jiang Fengbai's body that day: "I've seen this thing before, and it should have the same structure as the one in Jiang Fengbai's body."

The white cat unconsciously took a few steps closer, and of course held its breath: "That's why the resentful soul has been sustained for so long by the fragments, so it won't burn up immediately... You put it away for now, and contact your president when you have time." , legitimate reason, legitimate reason!" After finishing speaking, he winked at the speechless person.

"No, it's your president." Cheng Wanshi pulled out a stiff smile, "Do you want to eat whip stewed cat meat?"

"Ahaha, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight. I'm going to gossip with Grandpa Gui...ah no, talk about life, talk about life..." The white cat walked with four paws in two steps and three steps, and retreated at the pace of a devil.

Too lazy to entangle in the issue of "yours and mine", Cheng Wanshi put the fragments in his arms and concentrated on studying the ashes on the ground. "Just try the traction technique. It's been too long and I almost forgot about it." He pondered for a while, raised his head, and pulled out a small wooden box from under the shelf next to him. He first blew off the thick dust on it, and then lifted the After opening the lid of the box and searching for a while, I took out a few pieces of red paper and three neatly packed incense sticks. "Three-string incense sticks, red paper cranes, where is the king of Hades looking for ghosts? The soul is haunted, the city is connected to the city, there is no escape from east to west, north to south..." I whispered three times, and the sparks that appeared for no reason suddenly spread along the top of the slender incense sticks. The end fell into the palm of his hand, but Cheng Wanshi didn't feel any pain. Instead, he calmly let go of his fist and pressed the burning black mark on the red paper.In this way, the red paper used the three-thread incense to greet the underworld, and successfully connected to the book of life and death, which can be used as a tool to find the source of the resentful soul in a short time.

After all, the Book of Life and Death is hard to obtain, and the King of Hades is hard to invite, let alone the judge in charge of the Book of Life and Death is a member of the King of Hades in the Tenth Mansion...

There was no time to think about it, and it took some time to complete everything. Finally, it was folded into four ugly red paper cranes and placed at the four corners of Ashes.When the last paper crane landed, all the paper cranes would automatically rise into the air without wind and fly in four directions.Instead of hitting a shelf or a wall, they went right through everything they encountered on their way, disappearing from view in an instant.Seeing this, Cheng Wanshi hooked his fingers, and four faintly visible threads suddenly appeared in midair, being pulled longer and longer by the red paper cranes.About 10 minutes later, a certain thread suddenly became tense and snapped cleanly with a sound of "Zi--", and the other three threads were separated from the fingers of Chengwanshi, and have never been seen since.

Cheng Wanshi squinted his eyes, carefully looked at the half-truncated line in his hand, and pieced together the words according to the strange patterns that appeared on it, so as to obtain many clues about the resentful soul——Chen Li, female, 25 years old, living alone, home and Ludi 117, Building 3, No. 501, died three days ago.Moreover, this woman named Chen Li had a relationship with a certain customer who had been to Everything City before, so she learned of the existence of this store. After her death, the resentful spirit drifted here unconsciously.Since it is not the time when the ghost energy is strong at night, the resentful spirits cannot enter the store, otherwise, they will be washed away by the surging spiritual energy until there is not even ash left.

"Fortunately, there is still a soul, otherwise, I would have died unjustly..." Cheng Wanshi shook his head, dropped the disconnected wire, and did not clean the dirty floor.Just after he turned and left, the broken line swam silently like a snake, devouring the blood and ashes on the ground, and disappeared without a trace.

Only the wind chime outside the door twitched slightly, as if it knew who the poor guy had been.

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It's really hard to write words, I really worship myself...