The Husky and His White Cat Shizun Chapter 108

The ink burned up and followed him upstairs, and his feet groaned on the wooden ladder that was in disrepair. He couldn't help but ask: "Do you call him Mr. Chu?"

"Yeah, he was sent by the Jura.s.sic to take care of this building. It is our honor."

"..."

There was no snoring in the ink, but my heart was a little surprised.

"Come on." The mask man stopped and stopped in front of a half-moon-shaped arch on the second floor, gently slamming the sinister red-carved door. "Mr. Chu, have your old man to find you."

The first thing was to calm down, and then I thought of a gentle voice, like a warm wine on the stove, and a soft hair between the pillows.

"The old man? Is it him? I said, I don't want to see him again. You let him go."

The mask man coughed softly: "No, Mr. Chu misunderstood, this time is not him."

"Who can it be?" Silently inside, said, "But, please come."

The warm interior is very light and elegant, and the table and chair furnis.h.i.+ngs are even simple and somewhat cold. But the ground is covered with rich soft felt, and the ink burns in. Half of the feet are immediately immersed in it, and there are some smells of wild beasts in the air. What is incompatible with this breath is the man who is tr.i.m.m.i.n.g the flower branches by the Xuan window.

He was covered in long black hair, white sleeves, and scarlet buds twitching at his sharp fingers. Perhaps because of the consistent rules of the SF Building, he also wore a navy face mask on his face, and his teeth were violent. Even if such a mask is worn on his face, it is also inexplicably gentle.

He cut off the excess sticks, gathered them in one place and then turned them around.

The smoldering felt that the throat was dry, and the dialogue between the mask man and Chu Yuning made him feel puzzled and vaguely worried. He didn't know what the soul lost. If Chu night would not remember him...

Just thinking like this, the man put a flower cut and walked toward him.

I was not afraid of the burning of the ink, I felt a little fl.u.s.tered, and the vest had a thin sweat.

"Master."

The man stopped and the distance was a little closer. The ink burned and he seemed to laugh.

"What teacher?" He said, "Can the little son admit the wrong person?"

really……

I am afraid of what comes.

There was a bang in the burning heart, and there seemed to be a huge stone in the chest that drove him into the endless abyss. He looked at the man in front of him and didn't know what to say for a while.

When the man saw that he did not respond, he covered the long white hand on the mask and gently picked up the thick and colorful face to reveal the face of Zhang Qingjun.

The smoldering felt that the huge boulders disappeared.

He was surprised, but looked at the man with the mask without any doubt, blurted out: "Chu?"

No wonder the little master downstairs will mistake the portrait. Chu Yu and Chu Xi Ning grew up with eight points similar, but Chu Yu is soft, Chu night Ning cold. But only people who are extremely familiar can distinguish the difference between them.

Such as ink burning.

The man in front of him is the son of Lin’an, who was seen in the illusion of more than two hundred years ago, so he gave his name without thinking.

But the real Chu Yu did not see him, so he was a little surprised and smiled: "...Do you really know me?"

The ink burned and waved: "No, I am looking for the wrong person. But I do know you..." He said, looking at the other side with curiosity, Chu is a person who died a hundred years ago, but now there is no In the past, it was apparent that Jura.s.sic had tasked him and let him take off his reincarnation.

Unexpectedly, I can still see the ancestors of Chu Yuning, and the ink is only very mysterious.

Chu Hao nodded: "It turned out to be like this." And laughed again, "Who is the person that Xiaogongzi is looking for? Since there is a fate on the floor, I will help you find it. Otherwise, Minnan Kexiang, thousands of ghosts, I don't know what time to go to find the horse."

The ink burning original intends to explain two sentences and go downstairs to find someone again. Who knows that Chu is so enthusiastic, did not change the ghost, and was willing to help him personally, could not help but be very happy, said: "That is really too Ok, there is Mr. Lao Chu!"

When he said it, he handed the portrait to Chu Yu.

Chu Yan took a look and smiled: "It is no wonder that the people underneath will make a mistake. It really looks like me. What is his name?"

"Chu night Ning." Ink ignited, "He called Chu Yuning."

"Is it also Chu?? It is a coincidence."

The ink burned in the heart and asked: "Is it a gentleman's relative?"

"It's not good. If you want to see the temperament of the sun, you need to go to the ninth king of the ghost world. I...have life and death with the Nine Kings. I don't want to ask him, the red dust has not been asked again."

What he said was naturally the ghost king who broke the enchantment of Linan and killed his family. Poke to the scab, even if he is such a self-sufficient person, his look is not only awkward.

In this case, the original burning of the ink can confirm the connection between Chu Yuning and Chu Yu, but it was unexpectedly like this. He just shook his head: "It is a pity."

Chu Xiao smiled, did not speak again, went to the museum to take a sheet of gold and yin-yang compa.s.s, please burn the seat.

"With this, I can know where he is?"

"Ten eight or nine."

"What is the situation?"

"Some people's soul power will always be a little strange, it is possible to find it." Chu said, "but not common, the young son should not be so unlucky."

Bu settled, the golden needle in the compa.s.s pointed to the north, but after a while, turned to the south, then suddenly to the east, and then to the west, and finally turned up and down.

Chu Wei: "..."

The ink burned carefully: "How?"

"Cough." Chu Yu lightly coughed, and his look was awkward. "The little son...is really unlucky."

Ink burning: "..."

In fact, the burning of luck is often not good, you know that it will not be so smooth. He sighed, thanked Chu, and prepared to re-enter the sea and continue to find the whereabouts of Chu.

At this moment, the crazy rotation of the compa.s.s suddenly stopped, the pointer pointed in a certain direction, and the twitching seemed to be not so certain. After a while, it pointed to a certain position.

Chu Hao busy calling him: "Little son, you wait."

The ink burned immediately, and at the table, I watched the compa.s.s and the pointer swung left and right. It didn't stop, but it pointed out a direction.

Chu Yu frowned: "What is going on..."

"Does this represent a vision?"

"The vision is not, but it is very strange." Chu Yu looked at the compa.s.s, his eyebrows deeper and deeper, "I seem to have his figure in both directions?"

The ink burned and stunned.

how is this possible?

Now that the soul of the soul is in the body of Chu Ningning, the soul of the soul is in the soul-collecting light. The rest of the ghost world should have only one soul. How can Chu Xiaoning appear in two places at the same time?

Chu Yudao: "In short, one southeast, one northeast, the younger son is looking for a search. If you look at it, you may be affected by some spells. It is not easy to say."

The ink burned very hearty, thanked Chu Hao, and hurriedly went out to the windy building and ran to the east.

After running for a long time, I suddenly encountered a fork in the road, and the ink burned and stopped.

Southeast or Northeast?

He took the lead light and was in a hurry, but after a while, he looked at the lantern that gathered the soul in his hand, and suddenly there was a vague and strange feeling in his heart.

Following this kind of detached feeling, he walked in a narrow street that was staggered and staggered.

The more you go forward, the more obvious this feeling is.

He even thought that the soul of the late night, in the invisible call, summoned the light of the soul in his hand, or summoned him to go to a place.

The ink burned in front of a two-storey old wooden building.

"Sick Soul Hall."

He looked up and his eyes swept over the huge heavy hang. The plaque was blown out by the sun all day, and the black lacquer had been peeled off. The red embossed text on it was a large piece of color, revealing the mottled wood underneath.

The ink burned and frowned, and my heart was so sad that I felt very uneasy about these three words.

Sick soul... What do you mean?

The failure of Chu's compa.s.s is not because of this reason?

He pushed the door open, crossed the high threshold and walked in.

He soon knew the answer.

There are hundreds of beds in the sick soul hall, and there are some unconscious souls lying on them. More than a dozen ghosts with white masks shuttled through them to deliver aura to the sickbed.

The so-called sick soul hall is the medical hall of the ghost world.

The smoldering found the ghost doctor in the middle of the overall situation, and arched his hand, saying: "Doctor, I think..."

The doctor was very busy and quite impatient: "Pick up the second floor and diagnose the left side of the queue."

"What about finding people?"

“Looking for people...?? Looking for people?”

The ink burned the picture to him: "Did the doctor ever see this fairy?"

The ghost medical officer took the picture and smashed it. He looked up and looked at the ink. The black hole was under the hole of the mask. The eyes seemed to have some pity: "Your relatives?"

"Oh, yes."

"He has a terrible soul." The ghost medical officer pointed to the stairs. "Let's lie down in the uppermost compartment of the upstairs. This kind of illness is not good for us, we can only drag and drag, you go find him."

The ink burned: "The soul is damaged? How can it be damaged?"

"Who knows? The six reincarnations are extremely painful. Maybe the soul is damaged when he reincarnation in the previous few times, but he has been practicing the Tao in his life, and he may have gone to the magic to hurt the soul. In short, it is not complete. You Ask me who I ask."

The ink burned anxiously: "So... what harm will the earth's soul affect?"

"Impact?" Ghost medical officer thought for a moment, "It's okay, after all, it's just that one of the three souls is incomplete, and it doesn't affect his reincarnation. What do you really have... probably the next life is short Some, luck is worse, or the body is weaker."

"..." The ink burned, although it was quite unwilling, but it was hard to do anything, but had to thank the ghost medical officer first, then went upstairs.

The top layout is not as compact as the one below, and it is breathless.

Perhaps because the parked are the remnants of the soul museum can not be awake, do not need too much care. Only one medical officer slept quietly in the cane chair in the foyer.

The ink burned did not wake him up, and went straight inside.

In the vast empty s.p.a.ce, only ten sheets of 20 sick beds were placed, and a red rosewood window was used to pull a plain screen between each other.

Four silences.

The foot on the floor made a squeaky sound, and the burning gaze fell on the innermost compartment. There was a half-moon arch, and the arch outside was an open-air platform. The thin gauze curtain came in and the breeze swayed.

It is clear that there are more than 20 sick souls here, but there is a strong perception of the eclipse of the ink.

Perhaps the sorcerer's lamp led him all the way forward, and he had no side to her, and went to the innermost one, and went to the pure moonlight.

He raised his hand and opened the curtain.

The last lone soul of Chu Xiaoning was lying there. He closed his eyes and his face was very pale. It was so similar to the body parked in the Frost Heaven Hall.

Rao is finding him, Rao is born again, and seeing such a b.l.o.o.d.y, cold and thin figure, still can't help but feel pain in his heart, his nose is sour.

He walked over and put the lead light on the bed.

Then I sat down on the bed of the soul of the night, and wanted to gently hold the cold hand of the other party.

But this remnant soul is different from the previous person's soul, perhaps because of the loss of power, his spirit is actually nothing, the ink-burning fingertips can't touch him, then it pa.s.ses through the emptiness of the soul of the late night. Shadow, fell to the white bed.

Because of this nothingness, the ink burned some bitter and unbearable loss.

If there is a slight difference in the pool, if the master of guilty sin does not appear, if the soul of Chu Yuning is broken more, if the teacher is disheartened, the heavens will not meet each other...

He lowered his body and knew that he couldn't resist Chu's forehead, but he couldn't help it. He shared his voice, as if he wanted to hold the earthly soul, and leaned over the banquet.

"Master."

He overlaps with his dead soul, and the moon s.h.i.+nes, regardless of you or me.

The ink burned and sighed, and he sighed with a sigh of relief, but his heart was bitter and heavy.

He has seen the body of Chu Xinning, and has seen the soul of Chu Yuning. Now he has seen the soul of this disease. Every time he sees one, the feelings are different. He squats in front of the corpse, and sin and jealousy almost tears him apart. He repents in front of the human soul, holding hands and pleading for a late night.

And the soul of the earth.

He tried to get together, but he couldn't catch anything. He couldn't touch anything. He suddenly felt a boundless innocence in his heart. He thought that this was the ending he deserved to have.

He is full of grievances and **** hands. He can't be with him, can he stay with him?

The ink burns together, and the eyelashes seem to be a little moist, soaking the thin pillow.

I thought that I was too thin to treat him, but now it seems like a joke. It turned out that this was not the case. It turned out that he was very thick, but his heart was too thin to see what was dark.

It is not good for him.

He was shocked that he had gone so far, and he wanted to go back. He wanted to use the rest of his life to make up, and he would use it for the rest of his life. I don’t know if I can do this, but I can’t get back to the original point.

What step immortal, what is the deity of the people.

Don't want it anymore.

He just wants to come here and be a correct person who has always wanted him to do it.

Some people say that knowing the mistake can improve Mo Dawei.

But his fault is too deep.

He didn't know how long it would take to pay back. Maybe on the day of his death, he still couldn't get rid of this endless remorse. After all, the traces drawn in the water can return to calm, and the wounds that are tied into the wood are always three-pointed.

"Master." After a long time, he was immersed in the moonlight, immersed in the soul of Chu’s almost transparent, he said, the voice is like a child, "Go, we go back."

He straightened up and brought up the soul light.

Cursing meditation, the soul of the soul into the light, the thin shadow, quickly sank into the lamp core and disappeared.

The ink burns waiting.

But after waiting for a long while, the local soul and the soul of the soul are completely integrated, and after a long time, there is still no movement.

The burning face was pale and pale.

what happened? !

Isn't it true that after the soul of the earth and the soul of the human being merged, can he return to the world with Chu Xianning?

Isn’t the spell of the master of sinfulness invalid? !

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