Pick up a celestial master and go home to town house

Zhou Yi lives in an old building with two bedrooms and one living room. The house was bought by her grandma 30 or [-] years ago. After her grandparents passed away one after another, Zhou’s father was also critically ill. Zhou’s mother wanted to sell her half of the house to raise some money. Medical expenses, but the uncle refused to buy and sell the property on the grounds that the married daughter should not share the house.

Not long after Zhou's father died of illness, the house was vacant until Zhou Yi went from his hometown to the city to go to school, and moved here temporarily for convenience.

As soon as Zhou Yi reached the gate of the courtyard, he was stopped by the guard uncle. "Zhou Yi, there is a courier for you."

"I haven't bought anything recently, did I send it wrong?" Zhou Yi picked up the courier and looked at it, it was really his name on it.

"Suddenly there is one more courier of yours in the courier pile. I don't remember receiving the courier for you. Could it be that I remembered it wrong?" The uncle doorman was also a little strange, touched his head and said, "Anyway, it's your name, it must be That's right, you can take it apart."

Zhou Yi opened the courier at the gate of the courtyard with doubts. After seeing a ball of white paper, his eyes spread uncontrollably, and his eyes began to be in a trance.

"House purchase contract? I bought a house?" Zhou Yi dreamed of owning a house of his own.

Reason told Zhou Yi that he didn't have the money to buy a house, but by a strange coincidence, he asked the doorman for a pen, and wanted to sign his name on the house purchase contract. After signing, he could take his mother to the city. Don't worry, you don't have to be angry with your grandparents anymore.

"Tired of work? Ghosts are obsessed, and you dare to sign a ghost's marriage letter?" The cold mocking voice seemed to come from outside the sky. The voice was very indifferent, and every word carried a chill that repulsed people thousands of miles away.

Zhou Yi was awakened in an instant, and took a closer look. What was in his hand was not a house purchase contract, but a miserable white wedding post. The woman on it was a woman named Liu Yanniang, and he almost signed the blank space for the man. When his name was mentioned, he trembled and quickly threw away the wedding post.

"You want to kill others? Can you just throw this thing away?" It was that cold and slightly sarcastic voice again, and by the way, Zhou Yi was dubiously hated.

Zhou Yi glared at that person angrily, isn't this the gay guy who touched his ass today?Although he just saved his life, can you talk properly?

This man is actually quite handsome. He is wearing a long black windbreaker. He is very young. His fair handsome face is indifferent and alienated. Some eyes form a strange special charm.

Zhou Yi couldn't figure out the man's age, and only then did he notice that the man was wearing a black windbreaker on a hot day, and he was so refreshing that he didn't sweat at all. Could this be the expert he was looking for?

He didn't care about his bad first impression of the man in black. Experts always have some eccentricities, what's wrong with touching people's buttocks!

Zhou Yi's face changed, from an angry face to a warm and bright smile: "Thank you, Celestial Master, for the rescue just now, why don't Celestial Master come to my house and let me express my gratitude, and discuss how to deal with this thing by the way? "

"No need." Ren Ling was praised as a celestial master by Zhou Yi's mouth, and he didn't deny that every generation of ghost masters in the Ghost Sect could be worthy of these two words, and because of his special physique, he was the best among them.

The kid was playing with quick face changes in front of him. Ren Ling was a little funny, but his face was still indifferent. He flicked his finger at the wedding post, and a ray of flames shot out from the wedding post, which was quickly burned out.

After the burning, Zhou Yi suddenly felt his head cleared up. The dizzy state when he wanted to sign the contract was completely gone. He asked with a happy face: "Will that ghost come to me again after burning?"

"Yes." Ren Ling said concisely.

Zhou Yi was choked up: "..."

"Exorcism, [-], only in cash!" Ren Ling added sharply.

"[-]?" Zhou Yi shivered for a moment. After the fresh and refined man opened his mouth, he still wanted to negotiate the price. He finally remembered what Lu Yang said, finding a master is very expensive.

This is more than expensive to him, it is a sky-high price, and he is still worrying about the living expenses of going to college.

"Master! Heavenly Master! I'm still in school, so I don't have that much money, can I have a little less?" Zhou Yi rubbed his hands, took out all the money on his body, 270 yuan plus fifty cents coins, and held it in front of Ren Ling with both hands , looking at him expectantly, "There is still 7000 yuan in the card for tuition fees, are these okay?"

Ren Ling glanced at him, and said again, "Your family has no adults? Just now, you have no money to eat and become a starving ghost who came to me. Who should I ask for money when I get rid of you?"

Cursing people into ghosts at the opening of the mouth seems to be a dead end.Zhou Yi angrily put away the money and put it away, "Then if I am killed by a ghost and bring my ghost bride to you, who do you ask for double the money?"

Ren Ling pulled out a smile that was not a smile, and said softly: "You are right, but don't worry, it is only obsessive ghosts who are following you. As long as you don't sign anything randomly, you won't be killed. Maybe you are poor again." It's boring, and I will leave by myself after a while, even if you are really dead and dare to find me, I will also have a way to ask you for double the money."

"Gah?" Zhou Yi petrified on the spot, his expression kept changing. Is the celestial master so amazing that he can't survive after being offended?

Ren Ling looked at Zhou Yi's changing expression, and there was an almost invisible smile in his eyes.

"Kids, take care." He turned around and disappeared at the end of the street.

After Ren Ling left, Zhou Yi went to the doorman with a sad face to return the borrowed pen.

"Zhou Yi, is that your friend?" The uncle guard didn't see what happened, he only saw Zhou Yi talking to the man in black for a while.

"No, no, no, I'm not so lucky to have such a friend." Zhou Yi said angrily, he can't afford it, and having such a friend would make him short-lived for three years.

After Ren Ling walked a certain distance, the copper mirror on the copper plate on his wrist turned again, and the voice of the old ghost came out, "Ren Ling, do you really care about that child?"

"The obsessive ghost's marriage letter was burned by my real fire, and he has no ability to harm others. The child will be frightened at most. It's fine."

Ren Ling lowered his head, his eyes were calm and unwavering, not at all the same as when he was mocking just now, "I may have a situation at any time now, and I don't have time to deal with other things."

The old ghost sighed, "You are soft-hearted. You came here to save the child's life because you sensed the ghost's aura, and you still mocked him to make him dislike you."

"It's better if you don't have a good impression, so as not to be entangled and difficult to deal with, and he has no money, so I won't do anything other than a transaction." Ren Ling sighed softly, walking further and further away.

......

Zhou Yi went downstairs to buy some vegetables, and when she came back, she heard the sound of playing suona in the courtyard.

what's the situation?Zhou Yi muttered for a while and walked into the yard, and in less than 10 minutes of shopping for vegetables, there was an extra team in the yard to see off relatives.

Seeing Zhou Yi enter the yard, the suona blew even louder, and a group of little paper figurines beating gongs and drums came to welcome them with a miniature paper sedan chair.

The little paper man with the red hijab sat shyly and timidly in the paper sedan chair, and timidly shouted, "Zhou Lang——"

Zhou Yi was silent for a while, Zhou Lang's name is a bad street, why are ghosts shouting like that everywhere.

"Miss Liu?" Zhou Yi asked tentatively.

The little paper figurine happily opened its drawn mouth, "It's me, Zhou Lang, you can change your slave name."

"Miss, please go back! Mrs. Zhou has a rough personality, I'm afraid I will neglect Miss, Miss should find another lover!" Zhou Yi pondered, speaking politely.

"Zhou Lang, I don't care! The moment I saw you, I decided to marry you." The little paper figurine spoke softly, with a bit of persistence and sadness.

You don't care I care!

"Neglect." Zhou Yi covered his face and decided to show the little paper figurine his negligence. He carried the vegetables and rushed into the corridor, bumping and trampling down countless unknown objects.

"Oh—it hurts so much!" The bride cried, and when she got up again, the sedan chair and half of her face were crushed flat.

After Zhou Yi rushed home, he slammed the door shut. The familiar environment made him relax. He shook off the thickest quilt and shivered under the quilt.

Zhou Yi has a secret. The reason why he accepts supernatural events so quickly is because there is something in him that cannot be explained by science.

He never lost his hair, and it was so small that no one ever noticed.

Until one time when he was bald and scratched his head while writing a math problem, he accidentally pulled out a hair, which turned into a red thread in front of his face.

He remembered that when he had a haircut, the hair he cut was no different from others, but the one he pulled was different?

After secretly experimenting, only to find that only the entire hair he pulled out with his own hands would become like this, and finally realized that he was different from others.

He tremblingly hung a few red wires that he unplugged during the experiment outside the door, trying to find time to destroy the corpse so as not to be regarded as a monster.

On the day it was hung, a yellow fox jumped over the wall and entered the yard, picked up a red thread and ran away.

Zhou Yi chased after him, but the fox was running too fast, he didn't catch up, so he had to come back and burn the remaining red thread, he had an instinctive feeling that this thing must not flow out.

The matter of the red line has always been buried deep in Zhou Yi's heart. No one has ever said anything about it since he was a child. Gradually, even he himself almost forgot about it.

The hellish life these past few days finally reminded him of this, he shouldn't be a monster, right?Zhou Yi didn't even take off his glasses, and fell asleep with doubts about his self-confidence.

The room Zhou Yi lives in is not pretending to be empty, but at night, as long as he opens the window, the night breeze can blow in. In fact, it is not too hot. Today he is sweating profusely while sleeping with his head covered. Although the quilt is thick, it feels safe. , but the cover is too warm in summer.

The drawn curtains were blown away by the wind at some point, which made Zhou Yi feel a little cooler. In his dream, he subconsciously turned over and pushed the quilt under, and spread it on the bed in a large font.

It's cool, it's cool.

It's too cool, like living in an air-conditioned room, Zhou Yi sleeps happily hugging the pillow.

"Zhou Lang, is it cool? You're sweating from the heat, I'll blow it to you again." An unfamiliar female voice rang in my ear.

Cool air blew on Zhou Yi's forehead, Zhou Yi shivered, opened his eyes, and a pale woman's face magnified and appeared in front of him.Dreaming?Zhou Yi looked around blankly.

There is still a lock on the old black wooden box in the house, and on top of the box is a stack of old lady clothes styles that were popular decades ago.

This is not Zhou Yi's room, but another room where grandma lived in. The door has been locked and the key is with mother. How could he come in?

In the dim light, two pairs of red candles were lit on the old wooden table, illuminating the tablet on the wooden table.

The spirit seat of Liu Yanniang.

This Ms. Liu is no longer a paper figurine, with a red wedding dress and red embroidered shoes, but her pale face is only covered by a layer of human skin, with two balls of rouge rubbed on her face, and her blood-red mouth pouted on Zhou Yi's forehead. With the cool wind, Zhou Yi could smell the rancid smell in her mouth when she blows the air conditioner.

"Stay away." Finally realizing that he was not dreaming, Zhou Yi trembled in his heart. In the middle of the night, there was no one around, and his sense of sight and smell were impacted at the same time. A blow in self-defense.

"Bang~" Zhou Yi felt as if he had hit something, but there was no real touch in his hand, and a cold feeling spread from his hand, very much like the feeling when he picked up the headless ghost toilet paper that day.

The bride ghost was punched and covered half of her face, her dark eyes were full of black air, and it dripped down drop by drop, "Zhou Lang——, you are so rough."

"It's been said that I have a rough personality. I'm afraid that you will be wronged. If you still don't listen, if you can't stand it, just leave. I didn't agree!" Zhou Yi said with a cold face.

"No, Zhou Lang, you are so masculine, slave, slave likes it very much—" the bride ghost stopped the black air falling down, and wobbled and prepared to lean over again.

Zhou Yi's eyelids twitched, since he slapped him once, he might as well... "You're a bitch—"

"Oops—" The bride ghost was knocked over on the bed.

Zhou Yi slammed open the door, went back to his room, put on his trousers and ran. A paper sedan chair in the living room stopped there at some point, and it had returned to its original state. Zhou Yi ran out and stomped on it.