The Heartless Mage Chapter 41: Save a life

Walking in the dim light of souls unintentionally, if there are really powerful ghosts haunting the building, the rest of the scattered souls must be affected. As the source of yin qi, ghosts will naturally attract souls to gather; Wuxin, relying on the perception of the flow of souls, walks up to the second floor step by step.

He didn't speak, and the old man followed diagonally behind with his cloak. He didn't dare to speak, only the tip of his beard, which was not glued on, trembled with his steps. The more Wuxin moved forward, the wider his eyes widened; when Wuxin stopped in front of a door, there was light in his small eyes, and there was a look of joy on his dry yellow face—behind the door, It's the little master's bedroom!

"The Mage is brilliant!" The old man praised in a soft voice, for fear of disturbing the magic power of the Mage: "The dog has been lying in it for many days."

Inadvertently ignored him, put his hands behind his back, and then only heard a "bang", and he kicked the door open!

The old man was startled, and the two big girls guarding the room also screamed. A large Western-style copper bed was placed against the wall, and there was a little boy in his teens lying on the bed, but it was very quiet. Unintentionally, he strode in with murderous aura, stopped in front of the bed and bowed his head slightly, the image of a ghost already appeared in his mind.

When a person becomes a ghost by himself, since he has not cultivated to become a shaman, and the substance does not exist, it seems that it does not matter. However, if the ghost is very angry, it can also show faint phantoms; phantoms are mostly what it looked like when it died, Because it was extremely painful at the time of death, the impression was extremely deep, and the pain was so deep that it was nostalgic and unwilling to be reincarnated and reincarnated, and it became a phantom and still stayed in the most unforgettable moment.

Wuxin has seen countless ghosts, and 99% of the 100% are too scary to see, but this one on the bed is one in a hundred. It's all neat, and the internal organs are all in the stomach. If you look at the clothes, they can even be called gorgeous and rich. A pair of three-inch golden lotus shoes are covered with red satin sleeping shoes. The feet are delicate and the shoes are beautiful. Leaning on the bed and posing in a leisurely posture, she stroked the little boy's body and rolled her eyes to look at Wuxin in front of the bed.

Wuxin didn't take off the black cloth straps on her eyes, but she already looked at the female ghost. The female ghost shrank slightly, and Wuxin said, "Let's go."

The female ghost didn't move, and continued to lovingly pat the little boy.

Wuxin said again: "If you have a grievance and a debt, don't pester the child to vent your anger. The child's yang qi is weak, and it won't last long."

The female ghost finally responded: "I also watched him grow up, and I like him very much. If he dies, he will just change to another family in the next life. Be a son to an old animal who is inferior to pigs and dogs, and he will be retributed in the future. ."

Inadvertently discovered the female ghost's voice was melodious, as if it had been a singer before, with a little pleasant rhythm: "Everyone has their own destiny, I don't do your business. If you want revenge, just say it directly, and you don't need to find another excuse. He is murderous, and you can't help him, so you pick soft persimmons at home, right?"

The face of the female ghost has changed faintly, and there is a fierce look between her eyes: "I can't help him, can I help others?"

Wuxin shook his head: "Stop talking nonsense, and hurry up, or I'll make you go crazy!"

As if listening to the joke, the female ghost immediately looked up to the sky and smiled: "Hahahahaha..."

Inadvertently sticking her head above the big bed, she suddenly found that the female ghost is a fork with a big mouth. She had been talking with her head down, and her long hair was hanging down on both sides, which actually covered the corners of her mouth and pretended to be a small mouth. He secretly put a finger into his mouth, he bit his heart out, and then a finger of blood popped out at the laughing ghost. The female ghost was laughing and was attacked unexpectedly. The laughter came to an abrupt end with a "ha o" sound, and the phantom instantly disappeared without a trace.

Wuxin didn't feel the new soul and decided that the female ghost had escaped. As soon as the female ghost left, the yin in the room immediately weakened a lot. He raised his hand and tore off the black cloth tape in front of him. Before the blood on his fingertips had congealed, he pointed at the little boy's eyebrows and scribbled solemnly, making the little boy's face look like a cat.

Withdrawing his fingers and sucking, he turned to the old man with a sullen face. The old coach and the two big girls just saw him talking to himself in the void, because they knew a little bit of the inside story, and there were ghosts in their hearts, so they all opened their mouths in horror. Wuxin had just chased away a big-mouthed female ghost, and when he looked back, he saw three big-mouthed faces, and he couldn't help frowning.

As soon as he frowned, the old coach and the two big girls immediately closed their mouths. The old coach stepped forward and asked carefully, "Master, how is it?"

Inadvertently lowered his eyes and did not look at people: "There are ghosts in the house."

The old man immediately rounded his eyes: "Huh?"

Wuxin continued: "The female ghost has entangled Linglang, and now I have driven him out. I put a life-saving blood talisman on Linglang's face, please move Linglang to a sunny place to rest. , do not wash your face for a month."

The old man was like a flea. Because he was surprised, happy and scared, he swayed around Wuxin: "Ask the Master, where is the most yang energy?"

Seeing that the bedroom is very spacious, Wuxin replied casually: "Where there are many men, the yang will be heavier. If the old man is unwilling to move Linglang, he can also add more people in the room, it is best to be a vicious one. Even better if you have life on your hands."

The old coach quickly waved to the big girl: "Go to the adjutant, let him pick a bunch of dishonest boys! Did you hear the mage's instructions? Tell the adjutant as it is, hurry up!"

The two big girls took the opportunity to escape together, and the old man looked back at his younger son, and felt that the atmosphere in the room had changed. Although his son was bloodied and looked worse than before, the warm sun shone in , The son's little face seems to be bleeding again.

He turned to Wuxin with a happy brow. He was about to speak while holding the cloak, but Wuxin folded his hands and bowed slightly, giving him only a proud silhouette: "Amitabha, since Linglang's life is safe, the poor monk will also leave. ."

When the voice fell, he raised his head and walked towards the door. The old man hurriedly caught up with him, and first shouted at the group of people crowded at the entrance of the stairs, asking them to call the family doctor to take care of the young master; I can't go. You saved the dog's life, I have to thank you."

Wuxin turned his back to him, raised his hand and waved gently: "No need. Monks are not greedy for money. If you say that you can save people from suffering, I can't save much by myself. The reason why the poor monk is willing to come today is all because of suffering. Gu Xuanwu entrusted him. If the old coach wants to thank him, just thank him."

Speaking of this, he suddenly turned his face to the side and said softly: "The house is not clean now, the old man should not go out alone at night."

The old man grabbed his big sleeve and said, "Mage, immortal, help people to the end, send the Buddha to the west, don't leave yet!"

Wu Xin was dragged by him so he couldn't walk, so he had to stop at the entrance of the stairs. In front of everyone's eyes, he said to the old coach very coldly: "The poor monk is tired today, even if there is evil to be eliminated, it will be tomorrow. In one night, it is expected that it will not be able to make a big mess."

The old coach didn't dare to offend him and immediately let go. There was a sound of footsteps in the corridor behind them, and it was the family doctors who took a step ahead of the lieutenant and ran up the side stairs. And the old coach had an idea and had an idea, and shouted to the crowd: "Gu Xuanwu, come and accompany the mage to rest for a while, I still have a lot to say to the mage!"

The old man ignored no one, and invited Wuxin and Mr. Gu to a small warm room, and smiled and offered tea and cigarettes, very amiable. Master Gu was clasped with sweat on his hands and did not dare to sit on an equal footing with the old coach; Wuxin sat calmly on the soft sofa, and when his **** sank, he was silently startled.

Without a few words of gossip, an adjutant suddenly lifted the curtain and entered, saying that the young master had already become conscious. The old handsome Aiko was eager, got up and went upstairs in a hurry. The guest room was quiet. Seeing Wuxin's calmness, Master Gu felt a little embarrassed and said in a low voice, "Hey, am I a little petty?"

Inadvertently staring at the glass candy plate on the coffee table: "You are planning to work under someone else's hand, so of course you have to lower your posture; I am different, if I don't lift the shelf, he may not take me seriously. Inside. Master Gu, what are all the red, green and green on the plate?"

Master Gu replied, "Have you never seen fruit candy?"

Wuxin turned his head and glanced at the door, then reached out and grabbed a handful, and quickly hid it in his big sleeve.

Seeing that the old man was late, Master Gu also took out a cigarette from the cigarette holder and lit it. Cigarettes are good cigarettes, they smell good; Master Gu has been nervous since he entered the handsome mansion, and now he takes a deep breath and goes out, and he feels a lot more comfortable.

Wanxin sniffed: "Hey, give me a taste too!"

Master Gu walked to the sofa and brought the cigarette to Wuxin. Wuxin leaned in and took a deep breath, then exhaled the smoke quite ecstatically: "Good smoke."

Master Gu said in a low voice: "When I get rich, I will definitely not treat you as much as I want for good smoke and sugar."

Master Gu had just finished smoking a cigarette when the old man ran back with an unintentional cloak on his arms.

"Mage!" The old man seemed to cry, with countless wrinkles on his face: "You are so tall! My son has opened his eyes!"

Wuxin smiled and nodded: "Ling Lang was not sick at first, but was haunted by ghosts. Once the ghosts go away, he will naturally recover slowly."

The old man sat down, hugged his cloak and said, "But you said that the ghost is still in my house... How can I get rid of future troubles forever?"

Wuxin half-closed his eyes and asked after a long silence, "Have you killed a woman recently, the old man?"

The old man glanced at Master Gu, and Master Gu bowed very well, and immediately walked out on tiptoe. When Master Gu closed the door, the old man sighed: "Tell the Master, my twelfth concubine is a slut, and the mother will be dishonest when she enters the house. I was arguing. When I got angry a few months ago, she was buried."

Wu Xin is expressionless: "How did you get buried?"

The old coach replied confidently: "Wrap it in a quilt, then bundle it with a rope, dig a hole in the garden and bury it."

Wuxin nodded slowly: "Oh...buried alive."

The old man nodded and said, "Yes, it was buried alive. I'm getting older and my temper is better. I don't like to use knives or guns in general."

Wuxin closed his eyes completely, thinking that compared with the old coach, Master Gu is a good person with a kind heart and a soft face.

"The hour is wrong today." He told the old coach in a buoyant tone: "I'll give it a try tomorrow night. The 12th concubine's suffocation is very strong, and the poor monk is not sure whether it can cut the grass and root. However, since the poor The monk and Gu Xuanwu have a relationship, and Gu Xuanwu worships the old coach in every possible way, so the poor monk must try his best."

The old commander scolded: "What a stinky bitch, if you're a ghost, you have to make trouble with me. Master, tomorrow night will be tomorrow night. If you can really get rid of the stinky bitches, I will do whatever you say! "

Wuxin stood up, stopped talking, just smiled slightly, and extended a hand to the old coach. The old handsome was so blessed that he immediately unfolded the cloak and put it on him himself.

Wuxin took Master Gu to the Shuaifu car and drove home all the way. The two of them didn't speak on the road, and when they got off the car at the entrance of the alley, Gu Dacai asked, "Why did we come back? It's rare that the old coach looks up to you, so you should stay in the handsome mansion and not leave."

Wuxin put on the cloak and hood, and strode home: "You know the shit! If I stay in the handsome mansion, what should I do with Crescent Moon? Besides, I can catch a ghost with my bare hands? Should I do some preparations? "

The two walked away, knocked on the courtyard door and returned home. Crescent Moon is very happy: "Yo, it's quite early to come back!"

Wuxin was freezing, and rushed into the west wing first. With the help of Crescent Moon, he took off his cloak. He threw his sleeves towards the bed and smiled happily: "Hey, Crescent Moon eats candy!"