soul collector

"Jiang Qiao?!" Tang Xiu's heart seemed to be hollowed out in an instant. He strode in, his leather shoes stepped on the clean floor of the living room, leaving a trail of dust behind.

The bedroom was also empty, and his and Jiang Qiao's two trolley suitcases stood on the ground.

Suddenly, a familiar ring came from the living room. It was Jiang Qiao's cell phone.Tang Xiu ran over to pick it up, and the name of Assistant Jiang Qiao was displayed on the screen.He blankly pressed answer, and the assistant's cheerful voice came from the receiver, but it was extremely abrupt in this situation.

"Director Jiang, tomorrow's interview is scheduled for two o'clock in the afternoon. It's the same place as today. Do you think it's okay?"

"Director Jiang?"

Tang Xiu swallowed, and heard himself say, "It's me, Tang Xiu."

"Oh, Tang Xiu, hehe, where is Director Jiang? Can he do it at this time?"

"Let's cancel it first. He thinks that this afternoon..." Tang Xiu took a deep breath, walked to the side of the sofa and sat down, and said in a low voice: "He thinks that this afternoon is not bad, think about it first, and push back tomorrow's one. "

"Oh, good." The assistant said while writing it down: "Director Jiang's temper is getting more and more unpredictable. I saw his expression today and thought that he must be out of action today. Fortunately, I didn't pretend to be smart and immediately Tell him the result..."

"Ah."

"Where's Director Jiang?"

"Yes, he..." Tang Xiu paused, and suddenly realized that he couldn't even tell a lie with this perpetual calendar, and said, "I went downstairs to get takeaway."

The assistant smiled and said, "Congee hot pot, right? I heard him talking about it today, and I want to nourish your stomach."

There was a long silence on the phone. The assistant touched his nose, feeling that Tang Xiu was really aloof, and he didn't respond to a joke.He asked again: "So which day do you want to fly back? I'll book a ticket."

"In a couple of days." Tang Xiu paused, "Jiang Qiao feels a little tired and wants to rest for a few more days. You can also let the crew know."

"Okay." The assistant smiled, "Director Jiang finally knows to rest."

Tang Xiu hung up the phone and looked blankly at the wall of the living room, not knowing what to do for a moment.It wasn't until the bell rang again that he looked at Jiang Qiao's still phone screen saver for a long time before realizing that it was his phone, and quickly patted his trouser pocket to take out the phone.

It's Panjie.

"Hey, senior, I have a hunch that Han Yang may be at home for a day today, let's go directly to him."

Tang Xiu was silent for a full three seconds before he said, "Jiang Qiao is gone."

"What? What is missing?"

Tang Xiu licked his lower lip, "It means literally, it's gone."

……

……

Climbing from the outer wall of the building to the twelfth floor in the dark and late at night may sound like an impossible task, but it is a skill that soul collectors who have walked for thousands of years have long been accustomed to.

Tang Xiu's black eyes looked as calm as ever, but there seemed to be something missing. Standing on the balcony of Han Yang's apartment, he glanced at the locked French windows in front of him, took a step back in silence, and then flew up. Kick the top corner area of ​​the glass.

There were fish scale shatters on the whole piece of glass, and in the next second, there was a crash, and the fine glass stubble fell straight to the ground.

Pan Jie glanced at Tang Xiu, hesitated to speak, and sighed softly.

Han Yang's apartment is very luxuriously decorated, and jewelry murals can be seen everywhere. Pan Jie wanted to turn on the light, but stood under the huge crystal chandelier in the living room and looked up, silently giving up this plan.

"No one." Tang Xiu looked around inside and out, and said softly, "They're gone."

Pan Jie sighed, "It's actually expected."

"Ah."

"senior……?"

Tang Xiu didn't speak, Pan Jie looked at him for a while and couldn't help but said: "If you feel uncomfortable, just say it, it will be better if you say it."

Tang Xiu slightly curled his lips when he heard the words, "I'm fine."

Pan Jie couldn't help but sigh in his heart, at this moment Tang Xiu looked like a cold weapon that had been silent for thousands of years and was about to wake up, even a smile with lowered eyes made his hair stand on end.

"What are you thinking now?"

Tang Xiu walked along the exquisitely carved fireplace to the corner of the wall, touched the unnecessary dust on the wallpaper, and said softly, "I'm trying to smooth over Han Yang from the beginning. Tell me...does he want Jiang Qiao or me?"

"..." Pan Jie suddenly felt sad when he heard the words, he knew what Tang Xiu meant.If Han Yang was aiming at Jiang Qiao, then there should be no need for Jiang Qiao to search and rescue now.If he was against Tang Xiu, then maybe Jiang Qiao still had a chance.

After being silent for a long time, Pan Jie still told the truth in a soft voice: "Didn't we see through it a long time ago, did he come for the inheritor?"

"Really?" Tang Xiu's voice sounded calm, "But it's not right. We first guessed that he came to the inheritor based on the fact that he has been trying to figure out the relationship between me and Jiang Qiao. But if he really rushed to the inheritor Come on, why are you not interested in Chi Long at all?"

"Compared to Jiang Qiao, Chi Long does have a much lower sense of existence." Pan Jie felt that his words were a bit cruel, but he still had to say: "Don't forget, he specially arranged for Wu Zimo to pay attention to Jiang Qiao instead of you. Those so-called Your illegitimate meal sneaked into your room to divert your attention and attack Jiang Qiao."

"I know." Tang Xiu's eyes did not show any turmoil. Instead, there was a trace of contemplative concentration in his expression, and he said slowly: "But all of this happened after Han Yang confirmed my relationship with Jiang Qiao. That is, Said, he knows that Jiang Qiao is my weakness, so actually attacking Jiang Qiao may not be only interested in Jiang Qiao himself."

After a long silence in the room, Tang Xiu said again: "Jiang Qiao has no grievances with him, even if he only wants to attack Jiang Qiao, it is not against Jiang Qiao, but against the identity of the inheritor. Knowing that I'm more difficult to mess with than you, shouldn't you start with Chi Long first?"

"..."

"Where's Chi Long?"

Pan Jie whispered: "Give it to a soul collector friend, it's safe."

Tang Xiu smiled softly, not the kind of deliberate smile, there was a hint of a smile in his black eyes, and he whispered: "Look, I think I guessed right. This guy posted yesterday's post by himself. Yes, just to get us to come. If he came to Jiang Qiao, he could lure Jiang Qiao back alone. Why set up such a trap? If I changed my mind a little and left Jiang Qiao on the set, Doesn't his plan fail then?"

Pan Jie didn't speak for a long time, Tang Xiu turned to him, "Do you think what I said is unreasonable?"

Pan Jie smiled, "It makes sense. I was just thinking that the ancestor is the ancestor, and he is still very smart when he is so flustered."

Tang Xiu lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Whether it makes sense or not, I can only think so."

"I can't tell myself that he's dead."

……

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, the busiest street in the city has fallen into a deep sleep, and the whole world is completely silent.

Tang Xiu was sitting alone on the carpet in his bedroom, with his back against the wall, and there were several empty bottles of wine at his feet.It wasn't the precious red wine that Jiang Qiao placed on the shelf, but the strong white that cost more than twenty dollars in the small supermarket, the simple glass bottle, the rough printed label, and the alcohol content that ordinary people would feel weak at a glance.

The old ancestor's black eyes seemed to be covered with a clear water film. In the room without the lights on, he calmly watched the soul-collecting streamer hanging on the wall beside the bed.

After an unknown amount of time, he said in a hoarse and low voice: "Old man, do you feel that the house is a bit empty without that annoying guy?"

No one in the room responded, and the soul-collecting banner moved slightly.Tang Xiu stretched out his feet to pick up the hanging bed sheet, and glanced at the empty bottom of the bed.

"Xiao Xiaoxiu is not at home, and now we are the only two old things left."

The drinker narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was struggling to remember something, his voice was a little confused and confused, "Did we really walk here in such an empty place in the past 1 years? Why do I seem to be not used to it all of a sudden, some It’s hard to imagine life before…”

The soul-collecting banner made a rustling sound, and the old ancestor curled the corner of his mouth weakly, "Senior Linghe once said that heaven and earth do not prohibit soul-collectors from being contaminated with lust|desire, but it is best not to touch such things as lust|desire. It caused trouble and hollowed out people's hearts. At that time, I felt that it didn't matter when I heard these words, and it had nothing to do with me anyway. Thinking about it now, only those who have experienced it will understand."

"Do you still remember that I rescued a snow-white little fox 8000 years ago? That little guy is like the prototype of Xiaobai in "Fox Killing Stage". Just played it perfectly and didn't know I'd spent 20 years with that little guy."

"And that year on the battlefield, the sky was full of blood. I tried my best to save countless women and children who were shivering and reluctant to go into battle. That night your No.20 seven-soul character almost exploded. After a long time I called you, but you ignored me."

"Two hundred years ago, a girl I helped said that she liked me. I was taken aback. Before I could say anything, you swelled up and slapped her on the face..." Tang Xiu said this Laughed, lowered his head and coughed while laughing, "You said that when Jiang Qiao was shameless, why did you stop like that?"

The laughter in the room stopped abruptly, Tang Xiu turned his head away, and looked out of the window with empty eyes. Outside the window was the company's office building, where there used to be a window that was lit even in the middle of the night.

"There are too many things I haven't told Jiang Qiao, because I always feel that we will walk together for tens of thousands of years, so there is no need to mention the past."

The No.80 soul grid suddenly lit up, and the round totem in Tang Xiu's eyes flashed lightly.Tang Xiu approached slowly, stared at it for a moment and then leaned over to kiss her gently with his lips.

Some rough texture, touch on the softest lips.

The totem subsided slowly, and the tranquility of the past was restored.

"It's okay, I still have you. The most important thing in this world to me has always been you, the old thing who has been with me for thousands of years. As long as you are still here, maybe I will still have the courage to be alone , and go on for a few lifetimes."

"Even if Jiang Qiao is really gone, in tens of thousands of years, I will always meet the next suitable inheritor."

"When we collect the No.80 soul, let's sleep together, shall we?"

"After walking for 1 years, I'm really tired."

Tang Xiu raised his hand and lightly touched the soul-collecting flag, and whispered, "But you have to endure the tiredness. The old ancestor has the blessings of the common people for thousands of years, so you can't get confused by a little selfishness, can you?"

In the quiet room, the man with black hair and black eyes whispered some cruel and heartless words. The wind outside the window blew the window screen gently, and the moonlight shone on the man's side face.

A line of tears trickled down that cheek slowly.