Weed practice method

"House prices in first-tier cities are really getting more and more expensive." Ye Tang, who is working as a real estate agent, is faced with the difficulty of renting twice as much as before.

The intermediary brother on the side was still graciously handing over various rental information and photos: "Handsome guy, how about these houses? Two bedrooms and one living room, sitting north facing south, the lighting effect is very good, and you can walk across a road when you go out. Very convenient to the subway station.”

Ye Tang glanced at the price, shook his head: "Forget it, I'd better go to another house to see." After speaking, he got up and opened the door to go out.

Entering early summer, the noon sun was already a bit dazzling, so he took off his coat and put it on his shoulders and walked aimlessly.

In the morning, I saw a few agencies with similar rental prices. It was still affordable when I was popular a few years ago. It is really difficult for him now. I don’t know when the next time I will get a job. Just save the flowers.

Ye Tang was thinking about something on his mind, and unknowingly walked to an old city.

This is one of the few places that has not been rebuilt. There are some gravel on the ground, surrounded by high and low crowded tube buildings, but they are all mottled and old, and the distance between each building is not large. , like some dark, forgotten corner of a big city.

"Unexpectedly, there is such a place..." Ye Tang raised his eyes and looked around, and suddenly an idea came to his mind, it seems that this place is not far from the subway station, I can walk here casually, the house looks old, If you can rent it, it shouldn't be too expensive!

As soon as he said it, he ran to the side of the road and looked for any rental information posted on every building and telephone pole. Sure enough, he soon found a rental notice surrounded by various small advertisements on the dilapidated notice board at the corner. .

"There are rooms for rent, and the price is negotiable." There were only two lines written on the paper, and no contact number or address was left.

At this time, an old and hoarse voice said from behind: "Young man, are you renting a house?"

Ye Tang was taken aback by the sudden appearance of a person behind him, turned around and saw an old man in a shabby camouflage uniform looking at him with his hands behind his back.

Ye Tang nodded and pointed to the notice and asked, "Master, do you know who rents a house here?"

"My, this is what I posted." Seeing the business, the old man quickly smiled and said, "The house is not big but I clean it every week, and I will clean it for you! One bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, you Do you live alone? That's just right!" Then he took Ye Tang to see the house.

Ye Tang thought that there are very few houses with one bedroom and one living room now, and maybe they can be much cheaper, so he followed the old man into a tube building.

The building has six floors and is an old-fashioned building. There are two residents on each floor, with doors facing each other. The walls on both sides of the stairway are newly painted with white paint to cover up the small advertisements on the original walls.The technique of smearing is very unprofessional, and the here and there are not beautiful at all.

The house that the old man rents out is the one on the fourth floor.He opened the door, and a gust of cold air rushed towards his face with the smell of dust.It wasn't a musty smell or any other strange smell, it was just an indescribable feeling. Ye Tang suddenly felt a cold air hit his face, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his arms.

It may be that the house has not been lived in for a long time, and the house is a bit cold.

He walked in, walked through the living room to the bathroom and kitchen, and looked around. Indeed, as the old man said, it was not dirty, and it was neatly tidied up.

After searching for so long, there was no suitable house. Ye Tang thought that he should settle here, and he was too lazy to continue looking.

With a stern face, he talked with the old man about the price with a very mature look: "How much is the rent for a month?"

"3000 per month, pay for water and electricity by yourself, and start renting for half a year."

This price is indeed relatively low in first-tier cities, at least for now it is the lowest price I have seen.

Ye Tang rubbed his chin: "Master, I live alone, and it's not easy to go out to hang out. How about it, 2500 a month, do you think it's okay?"

"Deal!" Unexpectedly, the old man agreed immediately, and immediately took out two randomly folded contracts and a pen from his pocket: "The rent starts from half a year, how long do you want to rent, young man?"

Seeing that he agreed so readily, Ye Tang immediately felt that he was at a disadvantage. If he had known, he would have killed him for another 1000 yuan.

Seeing that the old man had already written on the contract with a pen, he didn't say much, since he was a good talker.

"Let's try renting for half a year first." Ye Tang took the pen and signed the artistic signature that he had practiced for a long time.

The old man took out a box of red ink pads from his pocket again like a conjurer, grabbed Ye Tang's thumb and pressed it down, stamping his fingerprints on his signature.

"It's so formal, why do I feel like a little white flower who was tricked into a brothel..." Ye Tang frowned and looked at his red thumb, muttering to himself.

He hurriedly asked the old man: "Master, your house is not leaking or power outages, right? Tell me as soon as possible if you have anything."

The old man patted his chest: "Don't worry, young man, the water and electricity are all good, even wireless network! It's just..."

"What is it?" Ye Tang's heart skipped a beat.

The old man's face suddenly became gloomy, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Try not to open the bedroom window at night, there is a bad boy on the opposite side, and occasionally throws things here."

"Oh, it's okay, kid, just give him a few candies and tell him to be good." Ye Tang felt relieved, put away the contract, and paid half a year's rent.

"I live in the room outside on the first floor here. If you need me for anything, just knock on the door." With another contract and rent in his pocket, the old man left the key humming a ditty.

Ye Tang collapsed on the sofa with a sigh of relief, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to his agent Zhao Peng: "The house has been rented, and I will trouble you to move things with me this afternoon."

After sitting for a while, Ye Tang suddenly remembered what the old landlord said about the brat, so Ye Tang got up and went to the bedroom to have a look.

The bedroom was fairly spacious, with a row of wardrobes on the wall, a double bed next to it, and a desk on the wall with the window.

When you open this window, you can see the house in the other building directly opposite. The two windows face each other, and the distance is not far away.

He yelled twice to the opposite side to say hello to the bear child, but no one answered, the light in the room was dim, and he didn't see anyone in the opposite room through the window.

In the afternoon, Zhao Peng, the manager, packed all of Ye Tang's things and sent them over. First, he cleaned up and then packed up. In the evening, everything was finally settled, and the two collapsed on the sofa.

Ye Tang said: "Brother Peng, let me treat you to dinner. What would you like to eat?"

"Whatever, you order takeaway, I really don't want to move." Zhao Peng took out a crumpled handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

After Zhao Peng left, Ye Tang climbed to bed early after taking a shower, feeling very tired, but couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning.

Ye Tang felt it was very strange, he didn't recognize the bed, he always fell asleep when he touched the pillow carelessly, but it was very difficult to fall asleep tonight, he did not know how long he finally fell asleep.

In a daze, he heard something knocking on the window.

First, there were two "clicks", a bit like a ball of paper hitting the glass.

Ye Tang turned over and continued to sleep, not wanting to dispel the sleepiness that had finally struck him.

A few minutes later there was another knock on the window, three times this time, slightly louder.He closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

There was a sudden "snap", as if a hand had been slapped on the window.

Ye Tang opened his eyes in fright, and anger welled up in his heart. He got up and stood in front of the window with his arms crossed, waiting for the brat to throw something over again so he could teach him a lesson.

After waiting for a while and seeing no movement on the other side, I was about to continue sleeping, but just as I turned around, I heard another knocking sound from the window behind me.

He turned his head suddenly, and by the moonlight, he saw that the windows on the opposite side were not even opened, the curtains were still motionless, and there was no one.

Ye Tang was a little scared. Although he didn't know what was going on, he still went to the next building at dawn.

He turned on the light, took out a black bead from his bag, and squeezed it into the bed, his head full of thoughts.

It shouldn't be... Although he often bumped into ghosts when he was a child, it was a long time ago.

When Ye Tang was a child, he could always see things that others couldn’t see. He would point to a certain place and tell the people around him that there were strange things there. Wild cats with blood and no eyeballs, sometimes people crushed by vehicles...

Over time, no one dared to play with him.

His mother told him that no matter what strange things he sees, he should pretend not to see them, and never tell them, because others will be scared.

Although he tried his best to pretend that he couldn't see the messy things around him, they liked to pester Ye Tang, make him stumble, bump into a pillar, get lost and even chase him.

So Ye Tang would look around with suspicious eyes at a young age, become introverted and silent, and rarely get close to people.

He even once desperately wondered if he would be haunted by these dirty things for the rest of his life.

Everything changed on his tenth birthday.Ye Tang remembered that it was his most unlucky day.

The homework book that I had written that morning disappeared inexplicably. Ye Tang searched the schoolbag and drawers but couldn’t find it. He explained to the teacher that he had indeed written the homework, but the teacher didn’t believe it. Hit his palm with a ruler, and ask each time: "You lied, didn't you? You didn't do your homework at all."

With tears in his eyes, Ye Tang gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't lie! I really wrote it!"

Seeing that he was still refusing to admit his mistakes, the teacher took out a workbook from another classmate and threw it in front of him: "Since you said you lost your homework, then copy the whole book over again, and when you finish copying, you will come to my class."

The palm of his hand had turned from pain to numbness from the beating, like thousands of needles were being pricked.

Ye Tang's bright red palm was holding the pencil and trembling constantly, even the words he wrote were crooked, and his childish face was covered with snot and tears. He just wiped it off with the sleeve of his left hand, and copied the title with his right hand without delay.

By the time he finished copying, the school was already over. He didn't know the exact time, but he only knew that it was already dark.

Ye Tang packed his schoolbag and ran out of school as if flying.There were not many pedestrians on the road that night, and the dark clouds blocked half of the moon's pale white light.

He walked through the alley with his schoolbag on his back, and suddenly heard heavy panting behind him, like a danger signal from a wild animal.

Ye Tang realized that he had encountered something strange again. He didn't stop, and he didn't dare to look back directly. He had to glance behind him from the corner of his eye while running, and his calf went limp with fright.

A two-meter-tall animal that looked like a dog or a wolf, with fur fluttering like a burning flame, was grinning at him and panting heavily.

"Help! Help!" Ye Tang screamed for help, and ran forward, but passers-by all looked at this inexplicable child with eyes like looking crazy.

"Why can't you see it! Why is no one helping me! Immortals and Bodhisattvas are alright, whoever will save me!" Ye Tang finally lost his strength and fell to the ground. The heavy panting behind him was getting closer and closer. The flames reflected half of his face red.

The beast raised its paw and pressed it on his back. This palm made Ye Tang dizzy, as if the blood in his chest was about to be squeezed out.

The beast let out a low growl, and opened its mouth to reveal its sharp fangs.

Suddenly, a white light flashed in the dark sky, and pierced straight into the left eye of the beast. It wailed in pain, and the white light pierced the other eye of the beast at a high speed.

The beast has a huge body but is inflexible. It can only avoid the attack of the white light by shaking its head crazily.

Ye Tang noticed a person not far ahead, wearing a long robe, with an ancient bun on his head, who looked like a Taoist priest in a film and television drama.

The man gestured with his hands, and he was manipulating the white light to attack the beast.

Before Ye Tang could react, he felt a light on his back, and the beast lifted its paws that were pressing on him and roared and rushed towards the man.

It was too late to say it, and then I saw the man soaring into the air and rushing towards the beast, throwing a talisman full of spells and pasting it on the beast's head.

In an instant, the curse culture on the talisman formed a huge net that bound the struggling giant and shrunk tighter, causing the beast in the net to raise its neck and howl in pain.

Ye Tang saw that the Taoist took a small bag and put the burning beast in it, so he was relieved and ended lying on the ground and pretending to be dead.

The white light above his head quickly flew back behind the Taoist priest, and Ye Tang saw clearly that it was a sword with the help of the street light.

Seeing everything in front of him made him a little dazed, and he couldn't react for a moment what was going on. Anyway, he must have been saved.

The Taoist priest walked towards him, stood in front of him and looked down at Ye Tang, as if looking at a dirty stray dog.

"I saved you," said the Taoist priest.

"Thank you Daoist!" Ye Tang got up from the ground all dirty and dusted off the dirt on his pants.

Seeing that Ye Tang seemed indifferent to him, the Taoist repeated, "I saved you."

Ye Tang looked up at the Taoist priest, his round eyes bent into beautiful crescents: "I know, thank you Taoist priest for saving me."

The Taoist's voice was as cold as frost and snow: "I saved you, so you are mine now." The child in front of him looked at him dumbfounded with his nose hanging.

The Taoist sighed softly. It was really difficult to communicate with children, so he had to patiently explain: "You are reincarnated from a spirit deer, born with a fairy bone. I need your soul to help me overcome the calamity and ascend."

Although Ye Tang didn't understand what it meant, his little brain turned a few times, and he could barely understand it. Anyway, this bad Taoist priest just wanted to use his life to improve his cultivation!

There is no child more pitiful than him who has just stepped out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's den.

Ye Tang groaned secretly in his heart, turned up and ran away, but was grabbed by the collar by the Taoist priest.

He waved his hands and scratched in the air: "I will call the police and let the police uncle catch you! You are a bad person!"

"You really don't agree?"

"If you don't agree, you won't agree to death! Let me go! I will call the police and arrest you!" Ye Tang struggled and shouted.

"Forget it." The Taoist let go of his hand, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a black bead and handed it to Ye Tang: "This is the elixir I made, and eating it can deter some spirits so that they don't dare to approach easily you."

It sounded really tempting, Ye Tang snatched the elixir from the Taoist priest's hand, turned around and ran away.

The Taoist didn't chase after him, but just stood there and watched the little figure disappear into the distance.

As for the pill, Ye Tang certainly wouldn't take it.Who would take a pill given by a strange Taoist priest?His mother also often taught him not to eat things given by strangers.

However, Ye Tang later discovered that the elixir seemed to have some effect. As long as he put the elixir in his pocket, the ghosts that usually surrounded him would disperse in horror and peek at him from a distance.

Ye Tang bought a miniature glass bottle from the small shop in front of the school, and took the pill with him every day.

In this way, he finally ended his life of being harassed by ghosts and ushered in an ordinary new life.