Master of Three Worlds

In the hot afternoon, the air is humid and hot like a bowl of jelly, covering every inch of the skin of passers-by with sticky stickiness.The crossroad next to the subway station is experiencing a doomsday traffic jam. The drivers are out of temper and desperately slipping and driving together. The horns are continuous, the windows are down, and the curse can be turned into a rap.

There is no malice, everyone is just venting their anger by calling each other mother-in-law.

A large group of people came out of the subway station, and they all walked to another underground passage ten meters away. Two figures separated from the crowd, a tall and somewhat bald middle-aged man, followed by a seven or eight-year-old boy with a thick head and a thick head.The father and son walked across the jammed road to the opposite side.The man was walking fast, but the boy had short legs and had no choice but to toss around desperately, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Dad, go slowly."

The man grabbed his son with a big hand, but quickened his pace.Turning into a narrow alley and going a few meters deeper, the death-like traffic noise behind him faded away, like putting a soundproof cover on the alarm clock, and the heart that had jumped into the throat finally fell back.

The man let out a long breath, stopped, and raised his hand to wipe his sweat.

The little boy reached back and took out the underpants that were about to be stuffed into the seam of his buttocks, and panting, he asked, "What time is it? It's so hot, I can't breathe anymore."

The child's voice is thick and strong, but it can't be heard far in this narrow alley. It appears loud and clear, and disappears unexpectedly.The situation was a little unscientific, but the dude was wheezing and no one noticed.

The man glanced at his phone, "It's just late, the hottest hour of the day."

The little boy immediately rolled his eyes, "Two o'clock in the afternoon, two o'clock in the afternoon, my mother is right, what do you have, paranoia!"

"Don't talk nonsense." The man raised his hand and shaved off his son's head, "Be respectful."

This narrow alley can barely accommodate two adult men standing side by side. The road under their feet is uneven, with mud mixed with stone slabs and broken sand.The old courtyard walls on both sides exude a dilapidated and decayed smell, and the red "demolition" character is painted on the cement wall, but it has been "demolished" for more than ten years, and there is no sign of a construction team.The walls on both sides are not straight, and the more they go up, the more they seem to explode. The sky is getting narrower and narrower, giving people standing in the alley an illusion that they are about to be crushed to death.

The father swallowed, looked into the depths of the long and bottomless alley, and said in a low voice: "Come on, son, hold Dad's hand and don't run around."

The father and two walked deep into the alley, and a sparrow flew out of nowhere behind them.This finch is a fastidious finch, different from those rustic brown-spotted birds. It is colorful and has slender tail feathers. It blew past the back of the father's head like a gust of wind. When the man's eyes dazzled, he saw the color matching bird The sparrow, who couldn't say anything, surpassed him and flew ahead.

The father and father stopped walking with a tacit understanding, their eyes blurred, and the bird disappeared, as if they had rushed into a barrier, and disappeared in an instant.

The little boy's eyes widened, and he let out a "Wow", "Dad! Did we find something good?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" The man frowned and scolded. He put his son aside, took out a kraft paper envelope from his arms with determination, and walked quickly to the depths of the alley.Walking to the place where the mottled-haired fat bird disappeared just now, I turned my head to look at the courtyard wall on the left, and I saw the dilapidated plaque in the legend.The words on it are almost hairy, pale and blurry, and the outline can barely be seen.

Letter: Grass grows on the head, and the whole body is idle

Four small characters are attached below: send a letter if you have something to do

But there wasn't any opening around which a letter could be inserted.The sign was hung on a solid wall, it couldn't be more solid, a head on it could kill someone, let alone the door, there wasn't even a crack.

It was just such a broken plaque as if it was a joke, the middle-aged man clasped his hands together, put the envelope between his palms, and bowed again and again, muttering: "I, Li Qiangguo, am forty-eight this year, and I am willing to give up all the things in my mind." Come on, ask the boss for help, ask the boss for help, ask the boss for help. The important thing is to ask three times."

After he finished speaking, he placed the envelope in the center under the plaque, turned around and left.

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Outside the Nether Void.

"Boss, there's a letter!"

The moment it rushed into the barrier, the body of the long-tailed fat bird with colorful miscellaneous hairs gradually elongated, its feathers were full of brilliance, its arms stretched and flapped, it rushed into the sky and spun several times, uttered an ethereal and gorgeous phoenix song, and then stood upright. Rushed into a small wooden house, followed the small hole in the roof, and turned back into a fat sparrow.

It landed on the head of a young man sitting cross-legged on the sofa and playing games with a controller.

The man's complexion was cold and pale, he was wearing a moon-white linen sweater, his ancient hair was tied up, and two locks of hair that could not be tied were scattered around his temples, twisting like vines on a gourd stand.The long and narrow eye tails stained the supposedly harmless face with a bit of evil spirit.There is a cinnabar-colored tear mole under his left eye. The fundus of his eyes is deep and clear, and he was born with a little compassionate smile. However, his long eyes are slightly staring, and there is a shrewd calculation in his eyes.

His voice was cold and dignified, "Fenghuang, get down and crush me to death."

The fat bird above his head chirped a few times, jumped down, turned around, and turned into a boy.Inheriting Phoenix's sex-loving nature, the young man had gorgeous facial features and gorgeous clothes, and respectfully presented a letter, "Boss, a letter of thanks from the last sufferer."

The game screen was intense, and Ji Han couldn't take his eyes off him, so he only said one word, "Read."

So Fenghuang cleared his throat and began to read.

"Boss Ji, thank you for your guidance. I bought a batch of new chickens and opened a branch. The old market sells quail eggs and the new market sells eggs. The income is quite good. Also: the most unforgettable memory has been presented, I hope you think this It’s a money-for-money transaction.”

This is the last sufferer who came to the door.Li Dahua, a large family in the countryside, has a chicken farm. Half a year ago, a chicken suddenly started laying quail eggs, and then it was out of control. The whole chicken farm seemed to be infected with the plague.

Ji Han took the case and went to the scene to have a look. It turned out that Li Dahua went up to the mountain to release chickens in his spare time, and accidentally disturbed the mountain god sleeping at the bottom of the mountain.The mountain god is a quail spirit, timid by nature, and startled, a little soul breath enters a hen's body after being frightened, and after the hen returns, it messes with other chickens, and everyone is "poisoned" in the end.

Ji Han's suggestion to Li Dahua is that chickens have become quails, and quail eggs are more expensive than eggs, so it is better to go with the flow.If you have the heart, go to worship the mountain god. After all, chickens can live for seven or eight years, while quails only live for two years. Bye bye to that quail essence, so that the "chickens" in the old farm can live for a few more years.

It is said that the world has developed to this day, and it is basically dominated by humans, at least in the eyes of humans.The heaven and the underworld are happy respectively, and they have no intention of competing for strengths.It's just that the weird and strange things in the world will never disappear, so the heavens set up "weifu" in the world to help people deal with things related to immortals, gods, and goblins.The underworld also set up a "youfu" in the world to deal with ghosts in the world.

Originally, the system was considered perfect, but there were too many smoky things, and those who didn't understand and didn't have time to manage in the Youwei Second House all asked Ji Han to come here.Ji Han, a worry-relieving shop outside Youxu, breaks through all mysteries in the Three Realms, knows everything and is omnipotent.Boss Ji is the shrewdest businessman in the world, but he doesn't ask for money, he only asks the sufferer to share a memory with him.

His bird is a little phoenix that made a mistake decades ago. It stole the colorful clouds weaved so hard to make clothes from the heavens, and was about to be put into the animal realm by the heavens.At that time, Ji Han just felt that he couldn't keep up with the fashion of human beings. He thought that Fenghuang was very discerning every day, and it would be good to stay by his side as a dresser, so he asked the little Phoenix to come.

It's just that he later discovered that human aesthetics only stayed in the gaudy stage for a few years, and quickly pursued the so-called simplicity, indifference and high-impact style. Therefore, this bird can only be used as a messenger for him, and it doesn't matter to him. The right to speak.

Besides this phoenix, Ji Han also has a dog under his command.Ever since Ji Han woke up, this dog had been by his side, and he couldn't drive him away. He was good-natured and capable, so Ji Han kept him.This dog can't tell the breed, can't take human form, and Ji Han can't see its fate. Du Niang, who held the dog with one hand and opened the human world with the other, compared it for a long time, and vaguely felt that it was a erha, so Ji Han gave it to the dog. It has a name, called Haha.

After reading the thank-you letter, Fenghuang asked, "Boss, what kind of memory did Li Dahua pay you? Can it be regarded as money and goods?"

After Ji Han finished playing the game at hand, he yawned, "Forget it. He was taken by his father to see the chicken farm for the first time when he was a child. He always thought that his family was a little transparent in the village. He suddenly discovered that he was from a rich family. The young The soul is very satisfied."

"..." Fenghuang pursed his lips, "Primary school student's diary, is this considered money and goods?"

Ji Han's dark eyes rolled, and he was shrewd, "The story is a water story, but after I accepted this story, my mind fluctuated. , so it’s money and goods.”

Fenghuang nodded, and was about to say something when there was a sudden gust of wind outside the wooden house, and the gourd rack with the gourds outside the window shook for a while, and someone came.

So Boss Ji gracefully put down his legs that were crossed on the sofa, rested his chin on the back of the sofa with one hand, and looked innocently at the guests who came into the room.

The man came, dressed in a black suit, with a pale face and a bit of hostility between his brows.This person is the boss of Youfu, the confidant of Hades.In order to downplay the existence of the ghost world in the human world, the purpose of the Youfu is to "make people believe that there is nothing", so this big boss named himself Mu Yougui, which means there are no ghosts in the world.

When this person came to the door, it must be that You Fu encountered a difficult matter that he didn't understand, so he asked Ji Han to come here.

As soon as Mu Yougui came in, he exchanged polite greetings first, then opened the briefcase and took out a kraft paper envelope.With sharp eyes, Fenghuang said in a noisy voice, "Isn't this the request that the two hundred and five father and son left outside the door just now? The envelope is too dirty, and our boss won't accept it."

Mu Yougui looked serious, "It's indeed this letter. You Fu recently encountered a troublesome matter. I came to ask Boss Ji for help. On the way here, I ran into the person who suffered from this troublesome matter, so he posted his request. Bring it together, Boss Ji, do you want to have a look?"

Ji Han thought about it and opened the letter.

——The villain Li Qiangguo, in his forties, has been married to his wife for 28 years and has been unable to have children for the first 20 years. Eight years ago, his wife suddenly became pregnant and gave birth to a baby son.It was originally a happy event, but since the birth of my child, I have been haunted by ghosts every night and cannot sleep peacefully.My wife and son all said that I was delusional, and I begged all masters to no avail.I heard that there is an expert shop for worry relief in Youxuwai Lane, so I handed over the post with sincerity.Boss Wang Ji came out of the mountain, and I would like to present all the memories of the villain's 48 years.Handwritten by Li Qiangguo.

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