Quick Wear: With the cub in hand, the world is mine

Policeman No. 1 was taking notes numbly, while Gu Qingheng and his companions spilled the beans from a bamboo tube, telling the whole story of how they murdered others without reservation.

The person who brought out Wen Chuheng's blood-stained tissue and hair was a cleaner who had worked at Wen's Group for six months and was also the aunt of Gu Qingheng's wife.

Taoist Yan did it for money, while Gu Qingheng and his wife did it out of jealousy.

Zou Yan told Ruan Shudan about this after get off work. "Just after recording the confession, those people were like crazy, shouting incoherently, as if they thought we were ghosts, crying and begging us ghost masters not to bite them."

"I heard from Xiao Li that Uncle Wen's house is next door to him. Could that Uncle Wen be Wen Chuheng?"

"…So she was involved in this?"

"I think so. I'll give you some performance."

"Can you give me some merits from the living world? I heard that the three people who abused cats and dogs last time have cat hair and pus growing on their bodies. They bark like dogs and say that the dead cats and dogs are looking for them to settle accounts. I guess they won't live long."

"That's what they deserve. They bully the weak and have no conscience. Well done, Master."

Hua Ke, who opened the gate of hell for the postgraduate entrance examination candidate and sent her to death: It’s unfair, it wasn’t her who did it, it was those little animals who found it themselves.

"Xiao Li, can't you open the ghost gate?"

Hua Jianli nodded and explained, "Because it's the seventh month of the lunar calendar, my great-aunt told me not to open the Ghost Gate this month. My power is not stable yet, and if I open it, I might not be able to close it. Uncle Wen, the Ghost Festival is coming soon. Are you scared? I'll sleep with you."

"I'm not afraid."

Some things exist if you believe in them, but not if you don't. He had heard that the gates of hell would open wide on July 14th. Before he was 27, he never believed in ghosts and gods, only in science. But now, he seemed to have other thoughts about a ghost.

But that ghost has someone he loves.

"Uncle Wen, don't you like sleeping with me?"

Wen Chuheng lowered his head and the child looked at him with a lost expression. He was sure that if he rejected him, the child's big black eyes would instantly fill with tears and he would burst into tears.

"No, uncle goes to bed too late, it will affect you."

"No, uncle. I sleep very well. I will come to see you tonight."

"……Um."

He had a feeling that not only tonight, but also tomorrow night and the night after tomorrow...

Hua Ke was confused. Her little one had only slept with Wen Chuheng for one night, and he had become a high-demand baby? Wen Chuheng was trying to capture her, she was trying to capture the little one, and the little one was trying to capture Wen Chuheng?

Facts have proved that Wen Chuheng's seventh sense is very accurate. Gradually, many small items belonging to Hua Jianli appeared on his bed, including black cat dolls, puppet dolls, small compasses, cinnabar pens, etc.

"Uncle, can you read me a story?"

Hua Jianli walked over holding a few thin, ancient-looking books, and the white cat was not following him.

"Where's your great aunt? Where did she go?"

"Master sent a message saying that he saw the evil Taoist priest, and Grandma went to meet him."

Wen Chuheng frowned, "Who is the bad Taoist priest?"

"He is a big bad guy. He is very powerful. He trapped my great-aunt in an illusion, so she didn't find me in time. He wanted to turn my great-aunt into his servant ghost. Humph, he wished!"

Hua Jianli clenched his fists, his eyes determined, and said: "I will become bigger and stronger, beat the bad guy away, and stop him from bullying my great-aunt!"

"What's his name? I'll help you find him."

Hua Jianli scratched his head, "I don't know ~ my great aunt didn't tell me, and my master didn't tell me his name. He can change into someone else's face to do bad things, so it's hard to find him."

Wen Chuheng patted his head and reminded him, "You can only seek revenge on him if you know his name. When your great-aunt comes back, go ask who that person is, and then tell me secretly, okay? Let's find the bad guy together."

"Okay, Uncle Wen, read the story to me. I still don't know many words."

"Hmm." Wen Chuheng picked up a book casually. The moment he saw the name, his face instantly flushed. The method of coordinating yin and yang between humans and ghosts???

Is that what he meant?

Hua Jianli stretched out his chubby fingers and read out the words one by one: "Human, ghost, yin, yang, what, what, the law, Uncle Wen, what is this book about?"

Wen Chuheng blushed and stuffed the book to the bottom. "This book is not suitable for you to study now. I'll read you something else."

Hua Jianli didn't think much about it and chose another book. The cover was a handsome man in ancient costume, with long black hair and purple eyes. There was a ball of black air in his hand, and he was sitting on a four-clawed snake. "What about this one?"

How to cultivate to become the Demon King?

"This book is not suitable for you either. You are a human, not a demon. Where did these books come from? Are they reliable?"

"My great-aunt said these are the most brilliant legacies she will leave to me. I must learn every one of them, just like her." Hua Jianli explained seriously, trusting Hua Ke immensely. "Only after my great-aunt learns all of these can she become a ghost master who is not afraid of talismans."

Wen Chuheng: "...She has learned everything?"

"Yeah, she's proficient in them all. So why can't I learn those two books just now?"

"You can learn it when you are 18."

Wen Chuheng continued to look through books suitable for children. Demon Cultivators? No. Sea Gods? No. Strange Tales? It was similar to the Classic of Mountains and Seas, barely acceptable.

"猼訑 looks like a sheep, has four ears, nine tails, and eyes on its back. When humans put on its fur, they will have a lot of courage and will have nothing to fear."

Hua Jianli lay on Wen Chuheng's chest and said excitedly: "If only I had its fur when I was a child, I wouldn't have to be afraid."

“You are still a child now.”

"I'm not a kid anymore. I'm three and a half years old. Uncle Wen, please continue. I love to listen."

"...Hanba, the daughter of the Yellow Emperor in legend, is a drought spirit. Wherever she goes, no rain will fall and drought will occur—"

"Uncle, I remember now. My great-aunt said that there are still Hanba in this world. They look like zombies. She even had a fight with Hanba. My master and I have never seen Hanba. Uncle Wen, have you ever seen a zombie?"

"I've seen them on TV," Wen Chuheng took the phone from the bedside and searched for Master Lin's videos online, "They usually look like this."

"Wow! How scary! I don't want to see them."

Hua Jianli pulled the quilt over him and buried himself in it. Little did he know that two years later, a group of zombies would chase him and jump behind him. The way he ran and cried for his great aunt to save his life was laughed at by Murong Xiaoxiao for the rest of his life.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Wen Chuheng let out a barely perceptible breath and finally succeeded in coaxing the child to sleep.

He wanted to pick up the computer to work, but his hands were not controlled by his brain and he pulled out the book at the bottom.

Is she good at this too?

Has she tried it with anyone?

It was strange, why did the content of the next page appear in his mind before he even turned to the next page? When had he read this book?

Wen Chuheng didn't believe it, so he took out another book called "The Secret of Metaphysics" and read it silently for a few minutes. He always felt that he had read this book too. Was it his illusion?