Changsheng coffin shop

When Xie Mian woke up again, he was in the dormitory.

During this day and night, he experienced too many things, almost beyond the capacity of his brain.

Sitting on the bed in a daze for a few minutes, like a sculpture.

His parents disappeared, Zhao Bin lowered his head for some unknown reason, and he had to agree to become the owner of the coffin shop because of these two things. All this seems to be stepping into a bottomless abyss step by step.

There is a man down there, waiting for him.

He always felt that his life was going off track and heading towards an incredible place.

He couldn't see the way ahead, like a newborn baby, staggering and stumbling.

For a moment, he suddenly felt that there was no turning back.

Zhao Bin looked at Xie Mian for a while, then carefully pushed his arm: "Are you okay?"

Xie Mian has been in a daze since the beginning, and he is even more afraid, there must be some sequelae.

His friend yesterday was dressed in black like a black impermanence, and also brought a super vicious fox with him, so, so scary!

!!!

"Thank you, Xie Mian!!!" Zhao Bin screamed and pulled Fan Lan's arm: "Look out of the window!!!"

Xie Mian followed his gaze and looked out the window, huh?

Fan Lan was standing outside the window blankly, hurriedly opened the window, let the living ancestor in, and stretched his head to look outside for a long time before he breathed a sigh of relief.

"...Could you not use such a mysterious way next time? It's not good to scare children by going through the front door, and it's not good to scare lonely ghosts either."

Fan Lan was silent for a few seconds: "I'm leaving, don't let me in."

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"Extraordinary clothes are not allowed to enter the school, let me cut my hair..." Fan Lan gestured slightly: "Cut it here."

Xie Mian looked at the other party's overly beautiful face, with extremely deep eyes, and couldn't help imagining in his mind that if he could be cut to two centimeters above the eyebrows, he fell silent for a while, "Then you should go through the window." .”

Fan Lan floated in from the window and went straight to the bed. Xie Mian quickly got up and shrank back, tidying up the messy books to make room for him.

Xie Mian saw that the fabric on his body was draped and soft, the dragon scales on the sleeves were delicate, and even the beard was as delicate as a living thing, so she couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it, but held back after rubbing her fingers twice.

He just sat cross-legged on the bed, facing him face to face, so close that he could touch him as long as he moved a little forward, Xie Mian's heart felt hot, and he coughed unnaturally.

As soon as Zhao Bin saw Fan Lan coming in, he remembered the cold look in his eyes yesterday, felt the hairs on his entire back explode, and silently stepped over the railing and returned to his bed.

"Why are you here?" Xie Mian looked at him with his hands on his hips, twisting them back and forth, "Is your waist uncomfortable?"

Fan Lan suddenly leaned forward, almost touching Xie Mian's face, and sniffed it carefully.

"What's wrong?"

"You are so sweet." Fan Lan gently moved the tip of her nose: "Did you eat sugar?"

Xie Mian's ears were itchy due to his breathing, and he frantically dug out a box of candies from under the pillow, opened the box and handed it to him, his fingers trembling, and he almost didn't tear open the package: "Wh, when we were active before, It’s a gift from the sponsor, I haven’t tried it and I don’t know if it’s good or not, if you like it, I’ll give you a few more boxes.”

Fan Lan picked one up and put it in her mouth, the corners of her eyes softened, and she smiled.

Xie Mian looked at his casual and lazy expression, which could be coaxed into a smile with a piece of candy, and suddenly felt an illusion of seeing each other again after years of separation.

But he had never seen such a person.

He let himself think for a while, probably there would be no second such person in this world.

This kind of person can strangely mix lazy and road-crazy temperament, but there is no reason to make people feel reliable.

Fan Lan gnawed the candy into pieces and swallowed it, picked up another one, and said without a word: "I'm here to find you to investigate the matter of lowering the head."

Xie Mian was dazed for two seconds, and suddenly realized that he had just asked him what he was doing here, no, this panting was too long, why didn't he wait for the next life to answer him.

"...Then let's go."

**

After investigation by the police, Bao Haowen undoubtedly committed suicide, but his parents did not believe that their "capable and handsome" son would commit suicide, so they insisted on letting the police continue to investigate, so the body was not cremated and was kept in the mortuary. with forensic anatomy.

When the two of them walked into the mortuary together, Xie Mian shivered from the sudden chill.

Fan Lan didn't feel anything, she still had that careless expression as if she hadn't woken up, with her hands tied in her sleeves gesticulating.

Xie Mian opened the cabinet, and Bao Haowen's dead body lay quietly inside. There was a thin layer of frost on the eyelashes, eyebrows, and lips. Once the heat outside dissipated instantly, there was a smell of corpse. Cool.

Fan Lan walked over, still poking her hands in her hands: "Little Hades, try it."

"Huh?" Xie Mian always felt that every time he called himself Little Hades, it made his heart skip a beat.

"You try to say silently in your heart: read with me, save your life. Then put your fingers on his face." Fan Lan blinked and smiled: "There are good things."

Xie Mian felt that he was fooling herself.

"Do not you trust me?"

Xie Mian closed her eyes, stretched out her flat palm and placed it on Bao Haowen's pale face, and said it silently in her heart, "I'll take you through your life."

Fan Lan's sleeves trembled, and he rolled his eyelids indifferently to look at Xie Mian. A very light golden light penetrated into his forehead and disappeared instantly.

At the same time, a soft light suddenly appeared under his palm, as if layers of gold powder had fallen from his palm, splashing on Bao Haowen's face.

A small cloud of black air rose up, Xie Mian opened his eyes, startled, "What is this!"

Fan Lan narrowed her eyes and approached with a smile, then turned her head to look at Xie Mian with a look of surprise, "You drew out its remnant soul, the little Hades is so powerful."

Xie Mian turned her head: "Fan Lan, is that you?"

"not me."

Xie Mian looked at him with an expression of "I'm not what I don't have", and then looked up at the black gas lifted from under his palm, it's not you.

Could it be me?

In the black air was a blurry human face, about seven times like Bao Haowen's, probably the way he looked before he disguised himself as a reminder.

The souls of those who died after being hit by the head lowering technique were almost eaten away. It is reasonable to say that their souls would be scattered. I don't know why Bao Haowen still has a trace of remnant souls.

Such a small amount is not enough for him to tell who lowered his head, and the ghostly aura is weak and he can't feel the direction at all.

There was a faint stench in the black air, which was exactly the same as when he jumped to his death.

Xie Mian clenched her fingers. If it was his "backtracking", I don't know if it would be useful, but as soon as he raised his hand, he was held down. The cold finger bones rested on his wrist, like a hibernating snake, frozen He shivered.

"what happened?"

Fan Lan let go of her fingers, put them back in her sleeves, and tilted her head and said endlessly: "Did you bring your wordless ghost book?"

Xie Mian has tried her best to adapt herself to him, but sometimes she still can't keep up with his train of thought, so he can only answer what he asks, and hurriedly takes out the palm-sized piece of black wood from his pocket and handed it out, suddenly remembered Bai Qi didn't dare to touch it, probably Fan Lan would be afraid too, so he shrank back.

"Summon Xiao Shan over here." Fan Lan paused for a moment, and suddenly hid the half-smile that had been on the corner of his mouth, and said seriously: "Your "Returning" is not allowed to be used anymore, it is consuming your soul."

Xie Mian didn't quite understand, she couldn't help but frowned and looked at the serious Fan Lan, Bai Qi told him to only listen to [-]% of Fan Lan's words.

Does this sentence belong to [-]% or [-]%?

"Well, you can summon Xiao Shan first and let him work. Wait until he finds the "ghost", and then we go catch the ghost. Our little Hades is very powerful."

As she said that, Fan Lan returned to her smiling face, and pointed at the cloud of black air gently: "If you don't hurry up, he will disappear."

Xie Mian hastily held the wordless ghost book between his palms, silently recited a mantra in his heart, and slowly opened his hands, the wordless ghost book floated in the air. He whispered, "Longevity, Xiao Shan , call!"

In an instant, a young boy in overalls and suspenders appeared, with half an apple in his mouth, and looked around in confusion. When he saw Fan Lan with his hands in his sleeves and Xie Mian who was equally surprised, he immediately Get up from the ground: "Oh brother Fan Lan, boss."

Fan Lan smiled softly: "Yes."

Xie Mian hurriedly said, "No, no need, just call me Xie Mian."

"See if there is any black air, go in and see who lowered his head." Fan Lan suddenly paused, leaned forward slightly to look at the sunny boy who only reached his waist, and touched the boy with one hand. Touched his head and smiled: "Are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid." Xiao Shan gnawed the apple in twos and twos, his eyes formed two small crescents, and he shook his head under Fan Lan's hands, shaking his fur like a puppy, looking expectantly at the apple. Looking at him, there was an almost concrete expectation in his eyes: "Will Brother Fan Lan praise you for doing well?"

"I know how."

Xie Mian was a little stunned, watching them just reach an agreement in a daze.

Is being, being praised by him such a happy thing?

Xiao Shan even ate the apple core in two or three strokes, spit out the seeds twice, swallowed the cloud of black air in one gulp, turned into a puff of green smoke and entered Bao Haowen's body.

Soon, Bao Haowen's eyes moved and he woke up.

Seeing him wake up, Xie Mian immediately asked, "Have you ever made a girl's belly bigger?"

The wordless ghost book flashed a few times, and Xie Mian asked again: "What's the girl's name? What's the cause of death?" This time it not only flashed, but then a row of small blue characters appeared: "Lu Tingyu, miscarriage and hemorrhage and die."

Right.

Xie Mian immediately held his fingers and saw that his fingernails were neatly manicured. Except for the mud hidden in his nails subconsciously when he died, there were no wounds. He took off his clothes and checked carefully. The scar, he fell to his death, what about the injury?

"Who will help you disguise your luck?"

The wordless ghost book flashed again, and a name appeared: Zhao Minqi.