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Wu Jia quickly flipped through the contents of the entrustment. The deceased was a very young man, who seemed to be still in college, with a bright smile on his face in the photo.

The first time Wu Jia dealt with these things with Master was not very smooth, but what impressed me the most was not the skills he learned or the difficulties he overcame, but the shock of standing in front of the portrait.That is also a young girl, still in high school, with a high ponytail, and the youthful atmosphere almost overflows from the photo.Those who were still alive suffered more injuries than the dead. The parents cried so much that they almost fainted. The girl's soul was bound by the grief of her parents, so she could only stay in the mourning hall and could not go anywhere. The seven spirits were almost gone.Therefore, Wu Jia's first job as a teacher was actually to appease strangers. After running for more than half a month, Wu Jia's own spirit was also greatly impacted. Master Wu Jia cursed helplessly: "Look Looking at you like that, why do you want me to comfort you?"

"In this line of work, you can't have emotions and desires. Everything will come to you when you are at your weakest. You can't have flaws, and you can't have weaknesses!"

Wu Jia once felt that he couldn't do it. The old man didn't trust Wu Jia until he died. He had been in contact with ghosts and gods for a long time, and his body was so overdrawn that his master collapsed before he was 60 years old.The last period of time suddenly got better again, Wu Jia felt happy, but the master shook his head, "You have been a teacher for so long, why can't you see this, I am returning to the light!"

Wu Jia smiled disapprovingly, but Zhang Anyan stood beside him with a serious expression.

Master sighed for a long time, "After I die, you all know the rules, do everything for me, I don't want to stumble on the way back." Wu Jia wanted to interrupt him, but Master raised his hand and continued. : "You two..." He raised his eyes and glanced at the two of them. Wu Jia was a little nervous subconsciously. The master was silent for a while and shook his head, "I won't come back to see you after I leave."

After he finished speaking, he didn't speak again. Wu Jia waited for a while and thought of something, and immediately jumped up to touch Master's hand, but was grabbed by Zhang Anyan.

The funeral was kept simple according to the wishes of the master before his death, but there were many necessary links. On the first seven days, Wu Jia and Zhang Anyan prepared the master's favorite wine and waited anxiously in the middle of the night, but the master really did as he said at the end. didn't show up.

After that, Wu Jia didn't know whether he gradually saw more life and death, or the influence of Master's death, but he really became a bit indifferent.

It was probably because Wu Jia stared at the book in a daze, so Zhang Anyan called out, "Wu Jia."

Wu Jia snapped back to his senses, and smiled at Zhang Anyan, "Brother Yan," he replied before Zhang Anyan asked, "I think of Master."

Zhang Anyan said lightly: "What do you want him to do?"

"I think this commission is a little familiar," Wu Jia clicked on the notebook and said, "It's very...familiar."

"Maybe I've done something similar before." Zhang Anyan obviously didn't care much.

Wu Jia didn't think too much, and nodded.In fact, it was quite a simple matter. The person who died was Zhang Yu, the only son of his family. He was excellent in all aspects. He was admitted to a famous university, but suddenly jumped from the balcony of his home before graduation.

The grandma who doted on her grandson was crying so hard that the whole family couldn't figure out why the good boy chose such a path.

But before the grief had run its course, things came.

People are sad, but they still have to live.First, the mother who was sitting in the kitchen choosing vegetables suddenly heard her son calling herself behind her. The mother turned her head and looked at her son standing behind her, smiling as before, pale and bleeding while laughing, nose, mouth, ears, eyes, half of the face Bloody.

Zhang Yu turned around slowly, revealing the open wound on the back of his head, "Mom, why... why... I'm in so much pain..."

Zhang Yu's mother was so frightened that she could hardly speak, her tears kept streaming, her hands were shaking like sifting chaff, she covered her mouth and sat on the ground, "Zhang... Yu... Zhang Yu..."

"Mom," Zhang Yu said, with blood all over his hands, slowly walking towards his mother who couldn't move, leaving a sticky pool of blood on the ground with every step, "Why...why do I have to die?"

Zhang Yu came quietly, and walked away unconsciously. When Zhang Yu's mother recovered, she saw nothing in front of her eyes. She recovered for a long time before she realized that her clothes were covered with blood, and her fingers hurt badly. It turned out that the cabbage woven from bamboo had actually split a branch and stuck it into the nail.

Zhang Yu's mother told the story, instead of being comforted, she was cursed.It's also because Zhang Yu's mother is notoriously timid. Grandma scolded her grandson with tears in his eyes, and the mother was afraid of being like this.

But not long after, Zhang Yu came for the second time. The grandma who was sleeping alone in the house was found lying on the ground in the cold, with a pair of bloody choke marks on her neck. The family rushed the old man to the hospital. , nothing serious, but I was frightened and the cold entered my body, so I woke up that afternoon.When the family asked about what happened last night, the old man just said in a daze that he felt cold after falling asleep and couldn't breathe, and didn't know anything else.

Only then did the family members feel that something was wrong, and they asked their husband to come back to do something about it, but on the third day, Zhang Yu still appeared, and this time he took his life.

This line is at the bottom. Wu Jia turned a page to continue reading, but it turned out to be empty at the end. He was a little surprised, and turned it back again to confirm that this document really ended here.

Wu Jia felt strange, and raised his head to ask Zhang Anyan, but found that Zhang Anyan was staring at him intently, Wu Jia subconsciously touched his nose, "Brother Yan?"

Zhang Anyan "hmm" for a moment, "Have you finished watching?"

Wu Jia nodded, turned back and forth twice, and asked, "What life was taken away, why is it gone?" Wu Jia looked at the notebook in his hand again, "Who gave this to you, a commission It’s written like a ghost novel.”

Zhang Anyan explained lightly: "The client gave it, that's all I said, the rest is said to be known when we come to the door tomorrow."

Wu Jia understood now that he was playing tricks on the ground.

This kind of thing has happened before, either people who don't believe in ghosts and gods come to make trouble, or they are afraid that Wu Jia and Zhang Anyan will not go, and deliberately make things gossip, which is extremely urgent.

Zhang Anyan glanced at Wu Jia and finished his notebook, "Go to bed first, I'll be there tomorrow."

People can play with this little scheming, mostly because things are not nervous, and people who are really nervous are not in the mood to do these things.Wu Jia threw the notebook and lay down on the bed, Zhang Anyan turned off the light and went to bed, hugging Wu Jia.

Wu Jia was caught off guard by the hug, and his whole body was crushed under Zhang Anyan, unable to move. He struggled a bit, and shouted, "Brother Yan, I can't move!"

Zhang Anyan didn't care, he hugged Wu Jia and kissed him on the side of the cheek, then closed his eyes.Wu Jia let out a "hey" in his heart, thinking that Zhang Anyan's initiative was inexplicable, maybe he did something to apologize to him behind his back.

Wu Jia's mind has always been boundless, and he was bored to be able to play out a 3D three-dimensional war of the century. It was quite fun while brainstorming.

Wu Jia thought a lot about the fact that this problem was caused by playing a small belt, and everyone said that people are scary, scary, let alone Wu Jia, who can run trains in his head.The first time I saw my master exorcising evil spirits after I had just worshiped as a master, Wu Jia turned pale with fright in the middle of the battle. He was a loser in Fengjiu again, so the evil spirits were naturally the first to find him As soon as Wu Jia turned around, he had a face-to-face meeting with the white-faced and long-haired man, hugging Zhang Anyan and screaming heart-piercingly. How could a child under ten years old have the guts to cry so hard that his eyes were swollen and hairy? Liang, until the end he couldn't breathe and sobbed.

It's hard for Zhang Anyan to be a little at a loss, hugging and comforting this junior who has just started for a few days. He said little and moved very cautiously. He wrapped his arms around Wu Jia's waist and patted him on the back lightly, and went to the back to hug Wu Jia. The frequency of sobbing made it look like Wu Jia was being photographed in such a miserable state.