You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

For a moment, the young man felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest!

His stupid younger brother is terrible at studying, but he is an honest person.

I also help with housework at home.

He has also seen and done small things like helping old ladies cross the street and helping people push carts.

He always felt that although this brat was stupid, at least he didn't grow up crooked.

and so……

Is it an illusion?

The young man was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe his eyes.

This wipe brought out his anger.

motherfucker.

I worked so hard to raise you, and now you turn around and become a kidnapper?

The young man clenched his fists so tightly that his joints crackled.

But he had no habit of hitting his younger brother. He walked up to him, but his raised fist couldn't land.

After a long time, he sighed and sat down.

"Le Cong, let's go and turn ourselves in."

"It doesn't matter if you make mistakes. As long as you change... you're still my brother."

Song Lecong, holding the knife, said nothing.

The young man got angry again: "What, you've become a bad person and don't listen to me anymore?"

I couldn't bear to hit him, but pulling his ears...

Well, I can’t touch it!

The young man finally reacted and thought that his stupid brother was probably an important character, similar to that Xia Xia.

He felt a little relieved.

As long as it wasn't done by that idiot himself.

There were footsteps outside the house.

Soon, a ruffian-looking yellow-haired young man leaned against the door and glanced at Song Lecong with a playful look.

"Are your hands still shaking now?"

Song Lecong looked at him, trembled his lips, and tightened his grip on the knife.

Soon, he slowly shook his head.

"Is she...really dead?"

"What else? Could there be any accidents if I take action?"

The yellow-haired young man looked at him again.

"What? Are you scared? Or are you feeling guilty?"

"Oh, now I remember. You are classmates after all, right?"

"Zhang Zhao, let me tell you, if you want to make a lot of money, you have to be conscienceless."

"It's too late to feel guilty now. Can Lin Yaqin survive?"

"But college students do taste pretty good, with delicate skin and tender flesh."

Song Lecong's face flashed with reluctance, his hands trembled, and he said in a deep voice: "Thank you!"

The yellow-haired young man was a little surprised, as well as a little embarrassed and angry.

"Why are you thanking me?"

Song Lecong looked at him seriously and said, "I know you are different from them."

"Why am I different? I'm also cruel and ruthless. I kill people without blinking an eye. I..."

"I see your hands are shaking!"

The yellow-haired young man's voice suddenly stopped.

There was suddenly a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes as he looked at Song Lecong.

For no reason, he entered the room, grabbed Song Lecong and started beating and kicking him.

"My hands are shaking, yours is the one that's shaking."

"I kill without blinking an eye, I've committed countless evil deeds, and you call me a coward?"

Song Lecong was beaten so hard that he subconsciously picked up a knife.

But when she met the yellow-haired young man's gaze, she quickly and weakly let go.

He was beaten so hard that he curled up like a shrimp. He didn't scream, but only let out low groans.

The yellow-haired young man was discouraged, so he stood up and kicked Song Lecong angrily.

"If you dare to say that again, I'll dig out your eyes."

"You know I can do it!"

Song Lecong trembled.

"Damn waste!"

The yellow-haired young man left cursing.

Song Lecong then slowly got up, picked up the knife he had thrown away before, and still sat on the edge of the simple bed, staring at the two tied-up women with unfocused eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.

No matter how his brother walked and pulled in front of him, it didn't affect him. Finally, he left the house in disappointment.

He looked up at Mao Yueliang worriedly and said, "Master Su, what did you say about our experiences in this world? Will we remember them when we get out?"

Le Cong is such an honest person. If he knew that he was helping the evil, he might collapse even if it was a story.

Su Chen shook his head: "It's hard to say."

Its daybreak.

The black tiger jumped out.

Standing in the field again.

After coming to his senses, the man asked Su Chen: "Master Su, there is a difference between being born and raising a child, right?"

The two were a little surprised that he asked this suddenly.

The man sighed.

"Xia Xia seems to... like to hide in a corner when she has something on her mind."

"Yesterday, I went into the room alone and saw her coming out of the door. Then I remembered that I had seen this scene several times before."

"Is it that my wife treated her badly when I was not at home? Or is it that my son bullied her?"

Su Chen smiled.

"Go find the answer yourself."

Once again, the three of them separated at the village committee.

This time, Su Chen did not go up the mountain with the young man. He chose to sit under a tree at the entrance of the village and meditate.

The black tiger roared again and again.

I don’t know how many times this has happened.

This world has finally changed.

Su Chen sat quietly on the stone platform under the tree.

He heard exclamations from the village committee, saw a large group of people heading towards the most stylish small courtyard, and heard the barking of wolfhounds.

There is a gentle breeze blowing on my face.

Su Chen said, "Senior Mayfly, how is it that the time in the storybook world is different from that in the outside world?"

Black spots gathered from all directions and turned into an old woman.

The old woman was leaning on a bamboo cane.

"Time?"

"Didn't you say it all? Mayflies understand the passage of time the most."

"so……"

The old woman raised her cane.

Su Chen clearly saw the black and white aura flowing on the crutch.

This is……

Divine power?

"Senior Mayfly, you are also a god?"

The old woman retracted her cane and sneered, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm a demon!"

Su Chen couldn't believe it.

So Mayfly... isn't just a title?

The old woman looked at the hairy moon in the sky.

"We mayflies do not know the day or the night, but I am not the only exception."

"The light that day was very bright, almost as bright as daylight. It felt very comfortable and pleasant when it hit my body. All the mayflies in our area got lucky."

“We who originally could only see the moon, now we can see the sun.”

"Unfortunately, most of us were eaten before we could even react."

“We gradually learned to avoid…”

The old woman sighed.

"Even so, they couldn't stay with me until the end."

"At that time, I thought, when I become strong, I must go back to the past and save them."

"Unfortunately, I don't have that ability."

"Once you become a demon, your demonic power can no longer be changed. It can only make time go faster or slower. No matter how strong you become, it seems that it can only make time go faster or slower. I can't go back to the past."

She withdrew her gaze and looked at Su Chen.

There was a hint of joy in the old voice: "I had given up hope, but then I heard something interesting."

Su Chen: "Is it related to me?"

"I heard that you were just like those Taoist priests at first, with only Taoist power, right?"

"But cucumbers can be grown on the street later?"

This is not a secret, Su Chen nodded.

"So, the demonic power after transformation can also be changed, right?"

Su Chen: "Senior Mayfly, you are not a demon, you are a spirit!"

"It's just an unimportant title, why bother with it?"

"No, it's a spirit!" Su Chen emphasized, "A carp can cross the Dragon Gate. Senior Mayfly, you should also have your own Dragon Gate."

The old woman was stunned for a long time, then she laughed.

"Yes, the demon is only temporary."

“It is said that all things have spirits, and spirits can also be all things.”

She laughed as her body and the crutch suddenly exploded.

The dense black dots suddenly changed.

The black and white auras continued to flow, and finally mixed into a gray aura.

Dense gray dots gathered together again, and the old woman looked at Su Chen with a smile.

"Humans are truly God's most favored creatures. Their brains are far more powerful than a mayfly like me."

Su Chen asked: "Senior, can time go back now?"