The Heartless Mage Chapter 155: Bai Liuli returns

Wu Xin was walking down the corridor on the third floor, wearing pants and a singlet, pulling her sneakers. There are classrooms on both sides of the corridor. Although it is now used as a dormitory, the interior can still be seen through the glass windows on the door. There was a dim light on the ceiling of the corridor, and the faint light could not wash away the darkness inside and outside, but instead illuminated the corridor more and more unfathomably.

Wuxin was very worried about Bai Liuli, and at the same time thought that Bai Liuli really didn't need to worry about herself. People who are human are not aware of Bai Liuli's existence at all, and of course they will not hurt him; those who are ghosts are not bad if they are not hurt by Bai Liuli. But Bai Liuli disappeared without warning, so he had to go out and look for it.

In the middle of the night, the rooms on both sides were completely dark, and there was heavy snoring one after another. Only a green light lit up at the entrance of the stairs. There is a faint shadow at the door of the dormitory, which is clearly a ghost that swims here at night. The location of No. 1 Middle School cannot be considered a good one, because the front and back are all open and unobstructed, the sun shines in the sky from morning to night, and there is no water or wood around. It was fine when it was empty before, but now when there are many people, the yang qi immediately overwhelms the yin qi. There are fewer and fewer ghosts moving in the building. They have nowhere to absorb energy, so they dissipate one after another. It is not a good thing if the yang is rising and the yin is declining, and the qi has nowhere to gather.

Wuxin stopped and didn't understand how the wandering soul would walk towards the light, unless it was because the little Dingmao lived in a single room, which was barely a weak person. If You Hun wanted to harm Xiao Ding Mao, he would never stop him. Although he has always loved people, and is too lazy to care about any living person, if a person does something like a devil, he has no choice but to classify the other person as a devil. The devil kills the devil, and he has nothing to do with him. He just wants to find the nasty devil Bai Liuli as soon as possible.

The soft soles of the sneakers stepped on the floor in the corridor without making a single sound. Wuxin stood in the dark and watched the action of the ghost in front of him. In addition to being scary, most ghosts are not as powerful as a gust of wind. Wuxin is not afraid that it will go against him, but he is afraid that it will suddenly blow a small wind, which will disturb the little cat in the room.

While watching, the ghost at the door suddenly began to flicker. Immediately, Bai Liuli appeared behind it. The clearer his shadow was, the darker the ghost's shadow was. Seeing that the ghost who poked his head at the door was about to be completely swallowed by him. A line of white light suddenly flew from the crack of the door, just past the ghost of Bai Liuli. As if it was just an instant, Bai Liuli disappeared!

Inadvertently, seeing that the situation is not good, I hurriedly ran forward with great strides. Three steps to the front, he turned his head to look at the wall, and saw a small note cut diagonally into the white wall, which was humming and vibrating at the moment. If it wasn't for the blank piece of paper, Wuxin would have thought it was a ghost-suppressing charm.

The sound of footsteps shook the room, and the little Ding Mao's voice came out: "Who is outside in the middle of the night?"

Wuxin turned to the crack of the door: "It's me, Wuxin."

Looking in through the crack of the door, you can see a small green lamp on the table in the room. Little Dingmao sat behind the table, turning over the book in one hand and holding a pen in the other, and was writing something with his head down. Writing with his hands and head down, he continued to ask in a hurry: "What are you doing running out of here if you don't sleep?"

Wuxin replied without hesitation: "I have a little insomnia and can't sleep."

Little Dingmao slapped the ballpoint pen in his hand on the manuscript paper, raised his head and yawned, then took a cup of tea and took a sip of the strong bitter tea that is comparable to Huanglian: "Insomnia? You are very squeamish. Revolutionary During the day, the masses sweat like rain and fight all day, and at night go to bed with a pillow on it and then sleep. You have nothing to do during the day, walk around at night, and you call it insomnia!”

Wuxin stepped back slowly, reaching out to touch the white note cut into the wall, while answering nonchalantly, "I'll go back to the house immediately, and I'll never lose sleep again."

He was startled when his fingertip touched the note. The strip of paper was cold and hard like a blade, and it was shaking at high speed. He has also drawn countless spells, and he has already mastered the skill of collecting ghosts, but he has never encountered such a strange paper charm.

He didn't know where he was, so he didn't dare to act rashly, for fear of hurting Bai Liuli, who was sealed in the talisman. The door beside him opened, and the little Dingmao swung his hand and stretched out his head, obviously opening his mouth to speak, but before he could make a sound, a slight explosion suddenly sounded in the air. With the chaotic airflow, the fine scraps of paper made a small swirl in front of the two of them. Unintentionally turned his head to look again, and found that the paper talisman exploded on its own.

Little Ding cat looked around inexplicably: "What's the matter? Did you just hear the sound?"

Wuxin shook his head: "I didn't hear it."

Little Ding Mao pointed at the tip of his nose: "What? Shredded paper?"

Inadvertently raised his hand and rubbed his nose: "Huh?"

Little Ding Mao couldn't help but waved his hand impatiently when he looked at him and asked three questions: "Ah what, go back."

Then he closed the door, isolating the silly-looking Wuxin from himself. Shaking his sweaty hands, he thoughtfully returned to his seat and sat down. He picked up Kudingcha and took another sip. He was about to light a cigarette for himself, but someone suddenly knocked on the door outside, making him tremble: "Who?"

The outsider replied calmly: "I, Du Ganchuang."

Little Ding Mao grinned, and got up with the cigarette he just took out between his fingers. Walking around the table to open the door, he saw Du Ganchuang neatly dressed, with a kraft paper bag under his arm. Nodding to the little Ding Mao, she entered the room uninvited: "I see that the light is still on in your room, I think you are not sleeping, so come here to send a document."

Little Ding Mao closed the door with his knees, then turned around and smiled: "I thought I was a night owl, but I didn't expect you to stay up too late. What? Is there any news on it?"

Du Ganchuang put the kraft paper bag on the table, looked at the contents of the table and replied, "The day before yesterday, Comrade Jiang Qing, Comrade Zhang Chunqiao, and Comrade Yao Wenyuan met with hundreds of young revolutionary generals in the Great Hall of the People. This is the minutes of the meeting. You can read it."

Little Ding cat walked to the side of the seat, bent over and opened the drawer to find matches. And Du Gan rushed to see that his desk was in a mess. In addition to the pen and paper books, there were also piles of cut and messy notes. Some of the slips had already been written on them, while others were blank and were piled up indiscriminately. Picking up a piece of paper and looking at it, she found that it was the "Ten Orders" issued by the Central Military Commission a while ago. The ten orders were really written down by him with ten pieces of white paper. It can be seen that before her arrival, Ding Mao must have been conducting in-depth research one by one.

Du Ganchuang put down the note in his hand and solemnly looked up at Xiaodingmao: "Comrade Xiaodingmao, I want to criticize you."

The kitten has just lit a cigarette. Taking a deep breath, he raised his head, and the green lamp light illuminated the two of them from top to bottom, which showed Du Ganchuang's face, full of pimples. And Du Ganchuang knew that his image was not beautiful, so his expression was extremely chilling, showing that he had a red heart and no one, and had no delusions of toads wanting to eat swan meat for the little cat.

The two met each other for a second, and Xiao Dingmao's calf was twisting a bit: "What, what's wrong with me?"

Du Ganzhuang stared at him proudly and affectionately: "You are too irresponsible for your own body."

Little Ding Mao turned her head and sneezed, then looked at Du Ganchuang: "Huh?"

Du Ganchuang reluctantly showed a hearty smile: "You stay up all night every day, and you don't have a meal in your diet. After a long time, your body will not be able to support it. You are exhausted, who will lead everyone and the class The enemy is fighting? Who will lead everyone to eliminate the counter-revolutionary? Comrade Ding, you must remember that your body is not your own body. Your body belongs to all the fighters of the joint index.”

Little Dingmao smiled and nodded, although he felt that Du Ganzhuang's words were nondescript, as if he wanted to lead people to divide himself, but it was good intentions, he couldn't help but know the good and bad: "Okay, I know, I will immediately rest."

Du Ganchuang looked at his gentle face, and after hearing his gentle voice, he couldn't help but nail his feet to the concrete floor, no matter what he couldn't pull out: "There is no need to read "Ten Articles", we have already grasped the general direction. You don't need to go into the rest of the details." Immediately after imitating the heroine in the Soviet movie, she shook her hair and smiled confidently: "You can trust my political level!"

Little Ding Mao took a big sip from the teacup: "That is, that is. We have been classmates since junior high school, this... Of course I know you very well."

Du Ganchuang leaned against the table, the surroundings were all silent, and there was a faint light in the room. The atmosphere was so beautiful that she really didn't want to go: "There's still tomorrow's memorial service—" She quickly turned her head to find a topic to talk about: "In terms of time, and the Yikusitian report set last month There will be conflict."

She didn't leave, and Xiao Dingmao didn't dare to sit: "It doesn't matter, the memorial meeting is a memorial meeting, and the report meeting is a report meeting. The memorial meeting will be held in the Mechanical College, and the report meeting will be held at the steel factory. Great auditorium. The older ones go to the memorial service, and the younger ones go to the report meeting, both ways, without delaying each other.”

Du Ganchuang nodded in agreement, and suddenly remembered the "Dream of Red Mansions" he read in junior high school. Judging from wisdom alone, if Xiao Dingmao is Jia Baoyu, then she has the confidence to serve as both Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai. As for Ma Xiuhong, she is downright first-class. If she really thinks about it in the long run, she thinks that she might tolerate Ma Xiuhong—everyone is a classmate, and they are used to seeing it. Although there is jealousy, it always seems that fat water does not flow to outsiders.

Du Ganchuang thought of it, until the little Dingmao waved his hand in front of her: "Du Ganchuang, I'm going to sleep, you should go to sleep too. For the sake of the revolution, you and I have to take care of your health."

After saying this, Ding Mao picked up the kraft paper bag and smiled again: "I will take a serious look at the record, and we will discuss it when we have time."

Du Ganchuang agreed, knowing that he couldn't leave. In order to show her generosity, she grinned almost boldly, but turned and walked towards the door. Dingmao kept sending her into the corridor, and watched her enter the girls' dormitory through the stairs, then closed the door gently, turned around and sighed, "Oh, mother."

Little Ding Mao turned off the lamp and went to bed. At the same time, Wuxin was talking to Bai Liuli in the men's room. Bai Liuli was a little out of shape with anger, her nose was not a nose or a face, not a face. Wuxin whispered, "Where did you go?"

Bai Liuli replied, "After I went to the building, I wanted to catch a few ghosts to eat."

Inadvertently, he put a hand into his pants and scratched it: "Then what? You can catch ghosts and eat me, but why don't you come back? You have to toss me and let me go out in the middle of the night to find you. ?"

Bai Liuli said angrily, "Could it be that I don't want to come back? Someone trapped me behind the building!"

Inadvertently grabbed a few hairs, took out a hand and blew a breath, blowing the hairs away: "What?"

Although Bai Liuli has been a ghost for decades, after seeing the unintentional move, she still subconsciously turned to hide: "Don't pull your hair, I said someone set up an array behind the building! What kind of array is it, I don't know; all I know is that once the soul is in, it's hard to come out."

Wuxin scratched his **** and scratched his head again: "Then how did you come out?"

Bai Liuli's face is ugly again: "Wuxin, am I an ordinary ghost?"

Wu Xin knew that he was quite unusual, and that he could even break the ghost-suppressing paper talisman. It is impossible to reason with Bai Liuli, he can only treat the other party as a donkey and rub it: "Yes, I know you are amazing. You have eaten ghosts in Daxing'anling for decades. In a few decades, you will be able to cultivate into a shaman. But for the sake of my and Taotao's security, can you be a snake now and not cause trouble? I tell you that this time is different from the past, and the current world is very difficult to mix. You If you mess around again, I can send you back to Daxinganling."

Bai Liuli stared at her blue eyes: "You—"

Wuxin didn't wait for him to get angry, and immediately put his hands together and bowed: "Good boy, big wizard, come back to the house with me. I haven't seen you for a long time, and Taotao and I both miss you. I'll still be alive tomorrow morning. What to do, please let me sleep for a few hours!"

Bai Liuli's thoughts have never been systematic, so he was planning to make a big fuss, but after hearing Wuxin say a few soft words, his mind became active, and he lost his energy unknowingly, and he was confused with Wuxin Back to the dormitory. As soon as Wuxin pushed the door in and saw Su Tao sitting on the upper bunk, he immediately closed the door tightly and asked in a low voice, "Why are you awake?"

Su Tao had been waiting for him with the quilt in her arms. She couldn't lie down when he wasn't there. Now that she finally wanted him back, she breathed a sigh of relief: "I woke up just now, and I'll be waiting for you since you're not here."

Wuxin stood on the ground and looked up at her: "I went to the toilet, it's okay, just sleep."

Su Tao lay down slowly, turned to the outside of the bed and said, "Wuxin, are we going to the memorial service tomorrow?"

Inadvertently raised his hand and grabbed the guardrail: "Don't want to go?"

Su Tao let out a "hmm", then murmured again: "I heard that they are going to kill people at the memorial service..."

Wuxin stretched out her arm and touched her hair: "Tomorrow, the report meeting in the steel mill auditorium will also need manpower. We will find a way to go to the steel mill at that time. Are you not afraid of the report meeting?"

Across a layer of cool long hair, Su Tao felt the temperature and weight of his palm: "If you don't kill people, don't be afraid."

Wuxin smiled at her: "Go to sleep, when you wake up tomorrow, the white lady also wakes up, we will take him to remember Kusitian."

After soothing Su Tao to sleep, Wuxin was not idle. He silently drew a paper talisman designed to ward off evil spirits, and gropingly attached it to the back of the bottom bunk. His paper talisman can't control Bai Liuli, but he can deal with ordinary little devils. Since some people accept ghosts, naturally some people use ghosts. Now this small dormitory is even his home. There is a little girl who can't help but be frightened. He can't help but take precautions.