Shit shovel officer he always collapses [Quick Transmigration]

Thick or thin leather whips, black and sharp curved-toothed daggers, silver shackles gleaming with cold light, nails with dried blood stains, rusty irons and leather chains hung on the walls, A wide variety of instruments of torture made the already gloomy attic even more eerie.

There was a strong wind outside, gusts of evil wind slammed against the glass of the attic without any direction, and squeezed in through the small window cracks, whining, like howling ghosts and wolves.

Sensing a penetrating cold air rising from the bottom of the floor, Jiang Zuo lay on the door, his teeth chattering, he kept his mouth shut, not daring to make a small sound.

Feeling that he had entered the horror film set by mistake, Jiang Zuo shed tears of being deceived: ... Is the attic such a scary place? !Why did Uncle Housekeeper want to entrap me, a poor innocent pig? !

Beside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Fu Shiyu was still sitting there motionless, his posture hadn't changed at all, as if he hadn't noticed the little pig who broke into the attic.

The dim light from outside the window came in and fell on his gentle and handsome side face. Half of his face was shrouded in shadow, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly.

The man was leaning on the rattan chair, playing with a silver classical lighter with his left hand, making a "chuckle" sound, and in the dimness, a little flame lit up from time to time.

There was thunder outside.

The lighter in the man's hand was finally polished, and a flame lit up flickeringly. Fu Shiyu stared at the flame, glanced slightly, and looked at the curled up piglet at the door.

Sensing Fu Shiyu's gaze, Jiang Zuo took a few steps back helplessly until his ass was firmly pressed against the cold door panel. Jiang Zuo, who had nowhere to retreat, was at a loss: Hey, no one came Save the pigs...

Fu Shiyu extinguished the cigarette between his fingers, holding the lighter with the light on in one hand, he stood up, and walked towards Jiang Zuo step by step.

Feeling a little numb all over, Jiang Zuo's limbs were stiff, and he stepped back abruptly step by step until his entire small body shrank into the corner of the wall.

Fu Shiyu stood in front of Jiang Zuo, picked him up, and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing here?"

Borrowing the light of the fire, Jiang Zuo looked over Fu Shiyu's shoulder and saw the discordant instruments of torture hanging all over the wall.

It is terrible to use it on a human body, let alone a weak pig with no strength to restrain a chicken. After using it, you can directly use it to make soup for a whole pig feast tonight.

Jiang Zuo lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to the eye, very sensible: ... Excuse me, if you don't mind, I'll get out now.

Jiang Zuo kicked his legs, trying to break free from his hand, but Fu Shiyu didn't intend to let go of him.

Tired of kicking, Jiang Zuo stopped, hanging in the air, his heavy pink belly drooping, Jiang Zuo: ...Okay, I know you mind.

"You know, those people who kidnapped me back then... What happened to them after that?" Fu Shiyu carried Jiang Zuo, turned around and put him on the rattan flower chair, and the flickering warm fire light shone on the man's chest There was a chilling gentleness on his face.

Jiang Zuo swallowed, sat down on the rattan chair obediently, pretended to be the most well-behaved little piggy in the world, and didn't dare to move at all: Well, actually... I don't really want to know...

Fu Shiyu turned off the lighter in his hand, and the only warm light source in the room suddenly disappeared, leaving only a depressing darkness in front of him. He turned around and took a leather whip the size of his index finger from the wall, and put it on the After stroking his hand for a while, he held the whip and walked towards Jiangzuo calmly.

With an ominous premonition, Jiang Zuo hurriedly jumped off the chair, headed towards the door sullenly.

Turning around at the closed door, the desperate and helpless Jiang Zuo: Ah!Is it true that no one wants to save Piggy? !last chance! !

Fu Shiyu walked behind him silently.

Enveloped by the man's oppressive black shadow, Jiang Zuo shrank his body tensely, his whole body was tense, and almost stretched out a few vaguely indistinct muscles on his fat body Come.

Fu Shiyu lowered his eyelids and looked at the shivering pink piggy squatting by the door. He stretched out his hand, held the handle of the door that was cool, and opened the door of the attic a little.

The wooden door creaked, and the lonely and miserable voice echoed in the attic.

Jiang Zuo, who couldn't believe what happened, had two beams of joy in his eyes.

Fu Shiyu held the smooth handle of the whip in his hand, rubbed it lightly with his fingertips for a while, then turned around slowly, and sat back on the wicker chair by the window.

Jiang Zou strode towards the half-open door without hesitation at all. 362 blindly analyzed: The more terrifying the target's performance, the more vulnerable he is now. If the host works hard, maybe he can get a lot of shit shoveling value ?

Jiang Zuo looked out through the crack of the door, and even the air outside was filled with a charming smell of freedom and happiness, while the dark and dull room full of torture instruments was filled with a low atmosphere of weirdness and terror.

After struggling for a while, Jiang Zuo turned around and glanced at the man sitting silently by the window. Dim light came in through the window, drawing a heavy gray shadow on the floor.

With bold determination and boldness, Jiang Zuo took a deep breath, strode forward with four short legs, and ran to Fu Shiyu's feet in a "pattapatta", hugged his calf, and pushed him hard Panting heavily, Jiang Zuo climbed onto the man's lap, Jiang Zuo tried to pounce on his chest, giving him a comforting embrace full of the smell of pink pigs.

The brave little pig took a run-up on Fu Shiyu's thigh, and hit the man's chest like a pink shot put.

The pink and tender pig's nose hit Fu Shiyu's chest with a "boom", and Jiang Zuo's tears burst out of pain. The two little hooves in front couldn't hold on to the man's clothes, and the comforting embrace of the pig's smell was not completely successful. Jiang Zuo slowly slid down from the man's chest.

Feeling a little sad, Jiang Zuo lay on Fu Shiyu's robe, with his fleshy face facing down, like a dead body.

[Congratulations to the host!The value of shoveling shit is 30! 】

[Currently, the collection of excrement shoveling value has exceeded 60%, I hope the host will continue to work hard! 】

Jiang Zuo was confused: Huh? ? ?

362 Reminder: ...Well, the host seems to be ... pressing on the target's ... emmmmmmm...

The entire soft belly was pressed against his head, and Jiang Zuo's limbs froze when he felt an object with mysterious power through the gown.

Exhaling carefully, Jiang Zuo pretended to be nonchalant and climbed up, and moved two steps to the right from between the target's legs, away from a certain dangerous place.

After getting up, Jiang Zuo's attitude suddenly became serious: this world must complete the main task! !If you can't finish it, you will commit suicide! !

362: "..." Although I don't want to admit it, I seem to understand something?

Fu Shiyu lowered his eyes, and the gold-wire mirror frame on the bridge of his nose shone with a light golden light. He quietly looked at the little pig who not only didn't run away, but threw himself into his arms, and got into trouble. Little Pig's four meaty little hooves were softly stepping on his legs, and he looked back at him innocently.

Fu Shiyu's heart softened, and he stretched out his hand to pinch his soft pink piggy nose.

The man's fingertips lingered with a faint smell of tobacco, not only did not make people feel disgusted, but also had a calm and peaceful taste.

It felt like a feather had fallen on his nose, and it was a little itchy to be teased, Jiang Zuo couldn't help but shrugged his nose, and sneezed a little.

"...The people in those days have been dealt with properly," Fu Shiyu withdrew his fingers, stroked his back, continued the topic just now, but omitted the middle process, a faint smile floated on his face, but there was a trace of cold blood The ruthless intention came.

When he and his mother were kidnapped, the reason why they were not rescued in time was precisely because the man who claimed to be his father chose to give up his useless wife and son when faced with conflicting interests between the two parties.

And let the illegitimate child born to him by the woman he raised outside replace him.

His father was sent to a mental hospital, where he would spend the rest of his life in retirement.In order to prevent him from choosing to end his life because he couldn't bear it, he also sent people to strictly guard him, and he must be kept alive, so that he can experience what it's like to live a long life.

After eradicating that person's power, his illegitimate son, his half-brother, is now also under house arrest on an isolated island by him.

"There's only one person..." Fu Shiyu hooked Jiang Zuo's little hoof, and muttered to himself with his voice suppressed.

"... Tell me, how should I deal with it?"

Jiang Zuo, who doesn't know what the target is talking about: I can't understand the human language you speak, but you can try to speak pig language, although I can't understand it either.

Not intending to get an answer from Jiang Zuo, Fu Shiyu gently hugged the piglet on his lap into his arms. He looked out of the window with an extremely faint smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes.

In the few days after this incident, Jiang Zuo wanted to avoid the world's undisguised malice towards him, and at the same time worked hard to collect the target's shit-shoveling value, trying to complete the main task before being killed by the world.

Although the sleeping place has been moved from the piggy nest in the corner to the target's side, there doesn't seem to be any sign of an increase in the shit shoveling value.

In the past few days, Jiang Zuo has been trying to figure out who the target mistook him for, but he found nothing, not even the slightest clue.

There was no photo frame on Fu Shiyu's bedside table, and the bodyguards were in charge of paying by credit card when he usually traveled. It seemed that he didn't need a wallet, let alone any photos of his old lover or Bai Yueguang in his wallet.

Jiang Zuo, who was struggling to save his life from being eradicated by the world consciousness, was exhausted physically and mentally after a few days.

One night, Jiang Zuo, who was lying beside Fu Shiyu with a pet mask on to relax, happily watched the [-]:[-] p.m. The book in his hand had been replaced by "How to Identify Pig Demons" from the classics of Chinese studies. Jiang Zuo dismissed it: Tsk tsk tsk, how many people still read these things...how can there be monsters in this world?so immature...

Turning to the last page, Fu Shiyu closed the book, rubbed the bridge of his nose, then turned sideways, and picked up another thin book from the bedside table.

Jiang Zuo looked at the cover of the book: "How to Turn a Pig into a Pig Demon".

Jiang Zuo, who realized the target's intentions, was so frightened that the mask on his face fell off:! ! !friend!Your thoughts are very dangerous! !

The next morning, seeing that Fu Shiyu was about to go out after breakfast, Jiang Zuo hurriedly swallowed the milk in his mouth, ran to his feet, and wagged his tail to signal that he would also go with him.

Unwilling to give up any chance of staying by the target's side to collect shit-shoveling points, Jiang Zuo circled around his feet: Where are you going?I also need to go! ! !

Fu Shiyu picked up the clingy pig and handed it to Uncle Xu, and said, "You stay at home today."

Jiang Zuo kicked his legs, trying to break free from Uncle Xu: ... a dog man!Did you go outside to suck other pigs? ! !

It took Uncle Xu a lot of effort to control Jiang Zuo to the newly furnished Zhuzhu Gym and Recreation Room without hurting the pig in his arms, and put him on the yoga mat .

He put a disc in the DVD player placed in front of the yoga mat, and on the TV, a series of safety education cartoons were played, including food safety, sleeping safety, and safety knowledge on preventing bathing and drowning.

Jiang Zuo: ...Although the safety of pigs has not been guaranteed recently, I feel discriminated against by you posting this, please tune the channel immediately!

Uncle Xu sat at the side, supervising Xiaozhuzhu to finish watching all the safety knowledge cartoons.

On the other end, Fu Shiyu, who got out of the car, walked into a private room reserved in a high-end restaurant.

An old man with a stooped back and gray hair and a young apprentice following him were already waiting in the private room.

When Fu Shiyu took his seat, the old man who looked a bit like a fortune teller and liar who walked the rivers and lakes asked: "Mr. Something clean?"

Fu Shiyu picked up the teacup and took a sip of the light tea.

Putting the teacup back on the table, he leaned back, leaning on the back of the chair in a leisurely posture, crossed his fingers lightly in front of him, and smiled elegantly: "Master, I have something I don't understand, and I hope you can help me to answer it." .”

"Mr. Fu may wish to speak bluntly." The old man who called himself Shen Banxian looked a little complacent.

"...For what reason, youkai cannot transform into a human form?"

It was the first time someone asked himself such a question, Shen Banxian thought for a while, and answered cautiously: "The goblin can't transform into a human, maybe it's because of a serious injury, damaged cultivation, and not enough mana to transform into a human..."

As if thinking of something, the smile on Fu Shiyu's face darkened, he pursed his lips and pondered for a long time, before he opened his lips and asked, "Then how will the cultivation be restored?"

Looking at Fu Shiyu's appearance, he didn't seem to be simply asking for advice, but rather seemed to want to raise some monster by his side. Shen Banxian slightly frowned his long half-white eyebrows, and dissuaded him: "Fairy cultivation is nothing more than absorbing the sun and moon between heaven and earth. Essence, in addition, of course, human body also contains essence...Among them, human blood and yang essence are the best, and they are considered to be the source of essence...However, Mr. Fu still listen to my Shen Banxian and stay away from these Things are better... If a person is sucked in, his lifespan will be shortened..."

"In short, Mr. Fu, please think twice before acting..."

The man's slender eyes under the lens narrowed slightly, he closed his eyes, clasped one hand on the table, smiled and said nothing.

Jiang Zuo, who was forced to watch safety education cartoons at home all day, said that he was about to throw up, and was lying on the ground listlessly, when a reminder that the value of shoveling shit increased suddenly sounded in his ears.

[Congratulations to the host!The value of shoveling shit is 10! 】

Jiang Zuo didn't feel happy: ... So what did the dog man do outside behind my back? ? ?