Raising ghosts is risky

"What are you talking about?" Gong Mu asked in surprise.

Xing Zhan stared at him, the nostalgia in his eyes was palpitating, as if he wanted to see enough of the person in front of him for a moment, and then he closed his eyes reluctantly.

Gong Mu only felt a tingling pain in his head, a certain blocked place was about to move.

It seems that the soul has not yet fully returned to the body, and Gong Mu wants to perform another spell, Xing Zhan opened his eyes again.

This time, his eyes were clear and his expression was vivid.Seeing that he was actually held in Gong Mu's arms, he immediately supported Gong Mu's shoulders, and with a push, he broke free from the embrace.

"What's the situation?" Xing Zhan was at a loss, "What happened?"

Gong Mu still hasn't recovered from the previous shock: "What were you talking about just now?"

Xing Zhan was more confused than him: "What did I say?"

Gong Mu stared at him, his scorching eyes seemed to melt through him, and a little starlight fell into his pupils in the dark night.It took him a long time to look back and turn his face: "It's nothing, I probably heard it wrong."

Xing Zhan was still thinking about the ghost-mask man, so he didn't notice Gong Mu's strangeness at all: "It's that ghost-mask, it's absolutely right! Could that thing see us, otherwise how could it chase us out?"

Gong Mu responded casually a few times: "Let's go back and talk about it first."

Xing Zhan also felt that it was not good to be in the human community in the middle of the night, so he agreed.

The two had just turned out of the small garden when they saw a figure standing under the tree in the dark. When they saw Xing Zhan approaching, they hurriedly hid behind the tree.

There was a little silver light shining under the moonlight, Xing Zhan had sharp eyes, and he could see it was a knife at a glance.

In this high-end neighborhood, there is actually someone lying in ambush in the shadows with a knife in his hand!

When the two passed by quickly, Xing Zhan rushed forward with a stride, locked the man's hands, and pulled him out from behind the tree.

That person did not expect Xing Zhan to make such a move at all, and he was obviously a defenseless novice. He was pressed against a tree by Xing Zhan before he even had time to take a step.

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't scream out of panic and guilty conscience, he just stared in horror and anger, trying to kick Xing Zhan with his feet.

Xing Zhan stepped on the hollow of the man's knee, and the man knelt down in response. Xing Zhan pinched his wrist again. His wrist was in severe pain, and he could no longer hold the knife. With a bang, the sharp knife fell to the ground.

Taking a look in the dim light, he didn't expect that it was the young man he had seen outside the court that day. Xing Zhan, who wanted to call someone, changed his mind.

The young man is still resisting weakly, his handsome face is full of fear, but more of it is the unique stubbornness of young people, like a newborn calf fearless.

"Let go of me!" the boy growled.

"Ha! How dare you yell at me!" Xing Zhan slapped him on the back of the head.

This slap was neither heavy nor light, it slapped the boy hard on the head.

The boy shook his head, pursed his lips, and glared at Xing Zhan.

Xing Zhan glanced at the knife that fell on the ground: "What are you trying to do?"

The boy stuck his neck and did not speak, his eyes were as bright as stars, and his elongated neck was as slender as that of a developing boy.

The answer is self-evident, what else can you do if you hide in Fang Yang's garden with a knife in the middle of the night?

I didn't expect this kid to be a wolf cub!

"I've seen you." Xing Zhan said.

The boy didn't expect Xing Zhan to say this, he was stunned for a moment and then replied: "I've seen you too."

A pack of tissues, a little bit of grace, the boy will remember in his heart.Without the cruelty that was forced out, he is just a child who is spreading his branches and leaves.

"Follow me." Xing Zhan picked him up and dragged him away regardless of whether he wanted to or not.

Back at Shuiyue's house, Xing Zhan stuffed the person in the booth, and threw the knife on the table.

The boy looked at him uneasily, but tried to remain calm, two contradictory emotions alternated in him.

Xing Zhan fiddled with knives: "I still got the three-edged thorn, where did you get it?" Although the workmanship is a bit rough, it is a product of folk workshops, but it is also a controlled knives, and you can't just buy it on the street. , much more thoughtful than a person who goes into battle with a fruit knife.

The boy still resisted silently.

"Confiscated." Xing Zhan threw the knife to Gong Mu.

Gong Mu fiddled with the blade in disgust: "What do I want this thing for?"

"Be honest." Xing Zhan leaned on the back of the sofa, squinting at the boy.

The young man looked angrily at Gong Mu manicuring his nails with three-edged thorns, and felt that the knife was not good enough, so he retorted stiffly: "What are you going to tell me?"

Xing Zhan chuckled, took out lemon juice from the freezer, and poured a glass for everyone.

A glass of cold, sweet and sour lemon juice on a summer night is an excellent way to relieve heat and cool down.The young man held the cup, the moist coolness relieved the dryness in his heart, and his tense body gradually relaxed.The softened boy showed his original handsomeness and clarity, but he was by no means a herbivore, but his claws had not yet been sharpened.

"What's your name, how old are you, what do you want to do wandering around the residential area with a knife in the middle of the night?" Xing Zhan softened his tone.

If you do it right again, you will be a little ignorant, so the boy gulped down a big mouthful of lemon juice.

The boy's name was Lang Qian, and he was a student of a key high school in the city. As He Wenbin said before, his mother had been bedridden with serious illness for many years, and his father had come to him and died tragically.Seeing that the person who killed his father would not get any punishment, he couldn't control his youthful vigor. In the afternoon, he sneaked into the community with a family of residents and lay in ambush until late at night, planning to wait until midnight to settle accounts with Fang Yang.

Xing Zhan sneered when he heard the words: "Have you ever killed a chicken?"

Lang Qian was taken aback.

"Do you know what it feels like when blood is sprayed on your face?" Xing Zhan took back the three-edged thorn from Gong Mu's hand and twirled it between his fingers, "Do you know where to stab it?"

Lang Qian subconsciously glanced at his chest.

"Do you know what to do if you stab the heart and get stuck in the ribs? Do you know how to use the three-edged thorn?" Xing Zhan lowered his voice, pointed the tip of the knife at Lang Qian, like a perverted murderer, "If you want to stab it in and then Turn around and pierce the opponent's internal organs, even if the outside wound is covered, the inside is still bleeding, so that people can die quickly."

The boy was still a boy after all, Lang Qian was frightened by the cold atmosphere deliberately created by Xing Zhan, as if this sharp knife would pierce into his body at any time and shatter his internal organs.

Seeing his pale face, Xing Zhan smiled: "Don't be afraid, I have never killed anyone."

Lang Qian felt that he was being tricked, and stared at Xing Zhan angrily, and felt that he was ashamed to be scared by him just now, so he gritted his teeth in embarrassment.

"I didn't say that I must kill him. I can also scare him and let him deal with my dad's accident fairly and justly." Lang Qian argued.

"Then he will record the first time he sees you, try to take pictures or something, and then sue you for entering the house with a knife, violating personal safety, and threatening the other party's lawyer with violence. I don't understand the mess. Then you use Think about it with your clever little head, what effect will it have on your father's case?"

Lang Qian's face became even uglier.

Xing Zhan said solemnly: "No matter what you want to do tonight, have you considered for your mother? Your husband just died, and your son will be taken away again! Did your parents raise you to be buried with you? ? You still focus on middle school, have you read all the books in your ass?"

Xing Zhan's vulgar words made Lang Qian's face turn green and pale.

"If something happens to you, how will you let your mother live alone? Sell your kidney? Oh, I heard that your mother's kidney is not good, so no one will want it!"

The harsh words finally angered Lang Qian, he roared and rushed across the table to fight Xing Zhan.

Xing Zhan grabbed his hands with one hand, pressed him on the table, and yelled at his ears, "Can't take it anymore? Do you think my words are ugly? There are many people in this world that you can't spit out your bones if you eat them." , If I say a word, you will go crazy? I will let you beat me with one hand, and you still want to learn how to kill others?"

Lang Qian struggled in his palm, finally couldn't take it anymore, tears rolled in his eyes, but he still resisted not to fall out of his eyes.

"Don't cry. If you cry, someone will laugh." Xing Zhan let go, pushed the person back to the sofa, and sat down himself.

Gong Mu looked at Xing Zhan silently from beginning to end, as if nothing was more attractive than him.

Lang Qian turned his head and looked out the window, holding back his tears stubbornly, not even daring to blink, and managed to hold back the tears.

Xing Zhan filled the glasses of several people with lemon juice: "Did the other party come to discuss compensation?"

An angry look appeared on the boy's face again: "Yes."

"Ask them more points, more money is not a bad thing."

"How can that be done!" Lang Qian jumped up again, "Wouldn't that be selling my father's life for money? We can't do this kind of thing! My mother and I just need to ask for an explanation! Be fair and just verdict!"

"It's naive! Is fairness and justice something you can just say a few words? Is it something you can get by rushing to someone's door with a knife? The status quo can't be changed. With money, you and your mother can live comfortably point, why not take it?"

"But..." Lang Qian gritted his teeth, "They didn't apologize sincerely at all! You don't know how disgusting they looked when they came to my house to discuss compensation, as if we were just trying to steal their money. They looked at me and my mother The look in his eyes...is like looking at a beggar!"

"So if they can escape responsibility and don't give money, you're happy?"

Lang Qian was speechless.

"Don't be an idiot, why would you care what someone you hate thinks? You want to make them unhappy, only you have a good life! You make yourself miserable and they will only be happier!"

It seemed that what Xing Zhan said made sense, but Lang Qian still couldn't swallow it.

Seeing that Lang Qian couldn't turn the corner for a while, Xing Zhan didn't bother to talk to him anymore, and pulled his hair at the glass window: "Think about it for yourself. It's dawn and leave quickly. I stayed up all night, Mom Yes, look at me haggard."

Since the appearance of Gong Mu, the number of times Xing Zhan stayed up late increased sharply.

The sky was gray and blue, and a layer of mist shrouded the streets of the market. It was quiet and peaceful, without the hustle and bustle of the city.

Standing in the morning fog, Lang Qian's slightly thin body combined the toughness of a man and the purity of a youth, like a newly planted willow tree that has just grown hard bark and pulled out soft branches.

He took a look at Xing Zhan who was standing under the signboard of Shuiyue family, walked a few steps and turned back and said, "Are you hiring a waiter here?"

Because the business was good and there was not enough manpower, Xing Zhan posted a recruitment advertisement at the door of the store.Xing Zhan immediately understood what he was going to do, and immediately sternly said, "I only recruit women."

Lang Qian glanced at the advertisement again: "It doesn't say that it only recruits women."

Xing Zhan looked for a pen: "Then I will make it up now!"

Lang Qian cast a disdainful look, and he didn't refute, just raised his face quietly, the young man's face was as clear as a blue cloud: "I don't need you to pay for board and lodging, I'm free all day during the summer vacation, and I can also pay you according to my schedule." Hourly wages are worth it no matter how you look at them. Besides, you must have someone to help with the physical work, don’t you?”

For some reason, Xing Zhan was defeated by his eyes, and he sighed: "Okay then."