After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

"Don't be so greedy..."

"You have already given me your next life in advance, saying that I will work like a slave."

"Then in the next life?"

"Row."

Meng Ting agreed unexpectedly.

"Also, Brother Meng, how can you still play with fire?"

There was no one on the street. Meng Ting twisted his fingertips again, and the flame "whoosh" lit up again.

"Wow!" Just now in the house, Ni Yangzhou could only look out through the clothes and couldn't see clearly. Now his whole head was exposed and the flame was just floating on his fingertips.

"So handsome!"

The little paper man waved his arms, trying to get closer to the fire.

Meng Ting put out the fire in a flash.

"You are paper now, and you will burn when you encounter fire."

"Ah, this kind of fire is the same as ordinary fire? Can it be lit?"

"I can never find matches when I go to the grave to burn paper, so I practiced this spell."

"...Well, can a soul like me be lit up?"

"Yes, not only can it burn paper, it can also burn souls."

Ni Yangzhou shrank back and hid in his pocket, only his voice came out.

"Then what else can you do? Teleport? Turn beans into soldiers? What can you do with your sleeves?"

Meng Ting walked in the deep alley in the dark night, his footsteps following the rhythm of his deep voice.

"I'm a spiritual master, not a deity."

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It's early morning again.

The running child bought the buns with the change and ran out along the narrow aisle.

Almost bumped into the soy milk at the next table.

The boy was quick to steady the tilted cup, but some liquid still inevitably spilled, soaking a small area of ​​the table.

The little boy felt as if he had bumped into something, and turned around and apologized crisply.

"It's okay, be safe."

The little boy looked up at Meng Ting, who was so handsome that he didn't look like a real person, and ran away with an embarrassed smile.

“It’s for everyone.”

Ni Yangzhou complained while taking in the aroma.

"Eat quickly."

There were still some customers eating nearby, and Meng Ting kept his voice low.

Only after Ni Yangzhou had finally finished his meal did Meng Ting finally start eating.

The "tribute" whose aroma has been sucked away is actually like one whose "soul" has been sucked away. If you eat it again, it will have no taste.

Soy milk is like water and buns are like wax.

But Meng Ting didn't care and finished it in a few bites.

The two returned to the community for a walk.

Walking to the fourth floor opposite, Ni Yangzhou touched the boy's chest:

"It's the fourth floor here."

Meng Ting nodded and walked in slowly.

"Just coming in in broad daylight?"

Ni Yangzhou was shocked by the boy's audacity, thinking that he was worthy of being a man who could climb stairs with bare hands and play with fire bravely.

I totally forgot that I had done the same thing.

Only after reaching the fourth floor did Meng Ting answer slowly.

"No entry."

Meng Ting walked to the fourth floor but did not stop. He continued to go up to the middle stairs of the fifth floor. He stopped only when he was sure that he could not see Room 402 on the fourth floor even if the door was opened.

It's past the morning rush hour for going to work or school, so there should be no one at home.

Meng Ting took out a piece of yellow paper and folded it into a little man.

It looks exactly like Ni Yangzhou in his pocket, except that it has no facial features.

Ni Yangzhou asked, "Are you going to change my clothes? Oh no, change my body?"

Meng Ting shook his head and did not answer. Instead, he raised his right hand, bit his index finger, and drew twice on the new paper man.

He bit his index finger casually, causing Ni Yangzhou to feel a pain in his flesh.

"Can't you bring some red ink? Some blood?"

"It has to be fresh. After a long time, the spiritual power attached to it will dissipate."

"Okay," Ni Yangzhou looked up from his pocket, trying to see the boy's fangs.

"What are you looking at?"

Meng Ting's voice was cold.

Ni Yangzhou lowered his head and looked at the piece of paper: "This is..."

"A pair of brackets?"

Meng Ting's head is full of black lines:

"ear."

After saying that, without waiting for Ni Yangzhou to continue talking nonsense, he put the paper man with only ears drawn on it on the ground. The little paper man climbed down the stairs, reached Room 402, and slipped in.

Ni Yangzhou looked at the little man's back and suddenly remembered that he had once entered Meng Ting's mother's bedroom in the same way.

"It turns out I'm just one of your Minion Paper Soldiers..."

"You didn't make soldiers out of beans, you made people out of folded paper..."

"Shh," Meng Ting stopped Ni Yangzhou from speaking and asked him to prick up his ears and listen carefully.

Ni Yangzhou listened attentively, but heard no sound.

"How can there be..."

"Eh? Got it."

All I could hear was the rustling sound of paper rubbing against each other and the voice of a woman talking.

"...Yes, the hospital notified me to go and handle the funeral arrangements and asked me to contact the funeral home..."

There were suppressed and intermittent cries.

"I really didn't expect that... I originally said that the situation has improved, but..."

"…They couldn't save him…"

"Yes, okay..."

The woman must be on the phone, only her own voice came through and she couldn't hear the other party's response.

"Yes, okay, I'll wait for you then."

As the phone call was hung up, the woman's crying continued and became more and more intense.

There was no need to pass the little yellow paper around, the two of them could hear it in the corridor.

"It seems her husband is dead."

Ni Yangzhou had already told Meng Ting the causes and consequences of the theft and assault case on the fourth floor, and also mentioned that the woman was Jiao Kaiyun's sister.

“I don’t know if it will have any impact.”

Ni Yangzhou thought to himself that it took so long for the man to die and he had been struggling in the ICU. The male household owner was even more miserable than him.

Besides, hospitalization fees would be a very large expense.

What is the financial situation of this family? Can they afford such high expenses?

Jiao Kaifeng said before that this sister was very kind to his brother. Jiao Kaiyun has been very busy and even robbed the goods of that brother Wang with Broken Eyebrows. Is this related to anything?

The more Ni Yangzhou speculated, the deeper he got into it, and he seemed to have vaguely grasped a clue.

But what does this have to do with my murder?

Ni Yangzhou kept his head down and remained silent, not noticing that the sound beside him gradually stopped.

The spiritual power of the little yellow-eared messenger had completely dissipated and no sound could be heard anymore.

Seeing this, Meng Ting looked at his watch and saw that it was almost half past nine, so he took Ni Yangzhou to the bar in the commercial center.

I can’t walk there anymore, and when I get a taxi, it will be exactly ten o’clock.

The bar was not open. As soon as Meng Ting got out of the taxi, Xiaoliu walked out.

"Brother Jiao has something urgent to do."

"Let me tell you to come back at the same time tomorrow."