Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Doudou ran away without even finishing his meal.

Zhu Ba and A Xiang were not used to staying here, so they found an excuse to slip away halfway through the meal.

Zhu Jiu was very satisfied.

After dinner, he took Jingzhi to a staircase and stood there.

The wall is tightly closed, with only a small triangle mark on the right side.

Jingzhi took a closer look, her head full of questions. She turned to Zhu Jiu and asked, "Aren't we going to the basement?"

"And what's this triangle mark for?"

Zhu Jiu crossed his arms and raised his chin towards her, "Why don't you try pressing it?"

"……Oh."

The moment the rosy fingertips pressed the triangle mark, the ground vibrated slightly.

The 3x2 bricks in front of him suddenly sank slowly inward, and Jingzhi could even hear the sound of machinery running in the wall.

Are all rich families like this?

There are various mechanisms hidden.

Jingzhi was just about to ask him what this was when the brick in front of him suddenly split in the middle, revealing a silver elevator door inside.

Oh, it turned out to be a hidden elevator, which scared her.

"Press it again," he said.

Jingzhi pressed the button again and the elevator door slowly opened.

The two walked in one after the other.

There were mirrors on all six sides of the room, and with the white light shining down from the ceiling, Jingzhi felt as if he had nowhere to hide.

There are only three buttons on the right side of the elevator door.

1, -1, -2.

-2's round button is a fingerprint lock, and the position where you press your fingerprint glows slightly blue.

Zhu Jiu put his right thumb down, and Jingzhi only heard a soft beep, and the blue light turned green.

A slight feeling of weightlessness came over me instantly.

They are descending.

"Isn't it too bright in there?" Jingzhi couldn't help but complain.

Every mirror she looked in had the reflection of the incandescent light, and it nearly blinded her.

"Oh?"

Zhu Jiu didn't know where he pressed the button, and the brightness of the incandescent lamp gradually dimmed until -

Completely plunged into darkness.

The only sound in her ears was the whirring of the elevator descending. Jingzhi blinked lightly and asked:

"Uncle, how many basements does your house have? Why haven't you arrived yet?"

"Besides, just turn down the brightness a bit, you..."

She didn't hear him move, but she felt a warm breath gently hitting her face.

[Why do you have to do it so secretly?] The question shrank back instantly.

She quickly put her hands up to support his chest.

"Second Uncle, I didn't promise you, don't go too far."

His magnetic voice slowly rang out in this enclosed space, "Don't call me Second Uncle, call me..."

Zhu Jiu was stuck.

His peers in the family all called him Ajiu, but she also called her ex-boyfriend Ajiu. For some reason, he didn't want her to call him that.

Zhu Jiu gently squeezed the hand she placed on his shoulder and said, "Call me Brother Jiu."

Ninth brother?

Jingzhi doesn't care, she often calls him Brother Jiu.

But it’s not nice to hold hands when you’re not together.

"Brother Jiu, let go, or I'll hit you."

When Zhu Jiu heard her call him so affectionately for the first time, a faint blush suddenly appeared on his face in the dark.

"You go ahead and fight."

It would be better to hit her harder, so that he can rely on her.

Just as his hot lips were about to press against the back of her hand, a gust of wind kicked up from below towards the side of his face.

The next second, there was a bang in the elevator, and the sound of fists and feet clashing could be heard.

"Ding!"

The elevator door opens.

The voice-activated light outside turned on with a click, illuminating the awkward postures of the two people inside.

Zhu Jiu grabbed her left leg and right hand.

Jingzhi covered his mouth with his left hand and bent his whole body into a C shape away from Zhu Jiu.

Jingzhi: "Stop making trouble. The elevator is here. If you continue like this, I won't help you."

Zhu Jiu gently let her go, with visible disappointment on his face.

Her skills were comparable to his. Zhu Jiu only held her hand at the beginning when she wasn't paying attention, but later on he couldn't get close to her at all.

Jingzhi turned her tightly pinched wrist and walked out of the elevator, looking at the basement that looked like a tool room.

The tool rooms of rich families are also high-end.

This is definitely a favorite place for science and engineering guys.

Tools of various models and functions are neatly stacked on the left wall.

On the right wall, Zhu Jiu's various magical instruments are neatly arranged.

She didn't know much about the tools, but she had seen this magical instrument often.

There were forty or fifty peach wood swords and copper coin swords hanging on the wall alone, not to mention the piles of talismans that reached the ceiling, all of which were pre-painted.

There are also some strange magical instruments that fill the entire wall.

Seeing her looking at the wall on the right, Zhu Jiu walked over awkwardly, "Well...I don't usually like to go out and play, so when I have nothing to do, I come down here to make magic tools and draw talismans."

Jingzhi's head was almost tilted to 90 degrees, and she couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

"Oh my god! You made all these by yourself? So when did you start?"

Zhu Jiu thought for a moment, then replied seriously:

"1971. Counting it up, I've been doing this for 20 years."

"I had more in the basement next door, but it couldn't fit anymore, so I bought this one." Zhu Jiu added an explanation.

He wanted to tell her all about his past.

Jingzhi: ...Not Big Brother...

She just asked this casually, why did he answer so honestly?

It seems that Jiu is the ultimate rich otaku in this life.

He doesn't smoke, drink or play with women. His only hobbies are practicing Taoism and making ritual instruments.

Oh, looking at the long bunch of keys in his drawer, his only hobby is buying houses.

"Don't you have a lot of rooms upstairs? Why bother digging a basement to do this?" she asked.

He's not doing anything illegal, so why should he be so careful?

"This is the third underground floor. These basements were originally garages, but I don't have that many cars, so I renovated them."

"I've filled the second floor with jars. They can't see the light."

"Besides, I don't like socializing..."

Jingzhi understood a little, "So you hid here?"

Zhu Jiu nodded. He was annoyed by those who wanted to curry favor with him. Useless socializing was a waste of time.

Hiding here, at least he can still concentrate on doing something.

Jingzhi: Okay, it seems that Jiu will be a villain in this life.

She rolled up her sleeves and asked, "What can I do for you?"

When talking about business, Zhu Jiu's face became serious.

"Do you still remember the Buddha amulet from last time?"

Jingzhi nodded. Wasn’t the evil spirit in the amulet played with by his ancestor until nothing was left?

"The other party is a Thai sorcerer who uses black magic. I think there will be more than one of these Buddha amulets. Tomorrow, Ah Xiang will play against Naichai, and I'm afraid he will secretly attack again, so I want to build an altar just in case."

Jingzhi frowned in confusion and pointed at the table covered with bright yellow cloth behind him, "As for the altar, don't you have it?"

Zhu Jiu turned to look at the traditional wooden table and shook his head slightly. "When black magic masters fight, the one with the higher altar wins."

"When two armies fight, momentum is also very important."

"I want to make a mechanical altar."

Jingzhi choked.

She raised her hand and said, "Um...you should find a science and engineering guy to do this job. I don't have the skills."

Zhu Jiu brought a soft stool over for her.

"Sit down. I know how to do it. I like studying formations. When I'm bored, I'll combine technology and make some magical tools."

"This little thing won't bother me. You... just need to give me a hand occasionally."

As he spoke, he handed her a glare-proof mask.

……

During this time, Jingzhi didn't know how many times she crossed her legs. When she got tired of sitting, she walked around, touching here and looking there. Zhu Jiu insisted on doing it alone and never asked her for help once.

Then why ask her to come down?

At this moment, Jingzhi felt that he was a little redundant.

Seeing how hard he was working, Jingzhi felt that his trip wouldn't be in vain.

"You really don't need my help?"

Zhu Jiu turned off the welding switch and took off his anti-glare mask, revealing his sweaty and red face.

He raised his chin slightly towards her and pointed to the tissue box on the tool rack.

"There's paper over there, help me wipe my sweat."

Jingzhi: "...If you tease me again, I'll be angry."

Zhu Jiu blinked hard, squeezing out the salty sweat that had flowed into his eyes, and said innocently:

"I'm not teasing you. My hands are covered in motor oil and sweat is running into my eyes."

"Jingjing...my eyes hurt...help me..."

Jingzhi: "!?"

Who said he can't pick up girls?

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