Chapter 119: .White Pond

This is Zhang Qian, an anti-theft device. "Two thousand years ago, I had a relationship with you." Yinchao didn't mention the human soul. He was afraid that the demon would ask him who the reincarnation was.
"Two thousand years ago ..." Fu Li thought about it for a long time, remembering the Yincha that he saw for the first time, "You are the Yincha from Hades?"
Yincha smiled awkwardly, and his courage was indeed very small at that time: "In Xia Licheng, I can see each other again for many years, but it is also a fate." He noticed the clothes worn by Fu Li, which is ... to be a security guard in the human world ?
Fu Lijian saw the clothes on Li Ying's body different from the shade that she saw in the evening, and she said, "It seems that two thousand years have passed, you have been promoted."
Li Li smiled, took a hand from his pocket and handed it to Fu Li, and after Fu Li refused, he lit himself a cigarette: "I thought you were like the other demon on that mountain and was ..." He looked Seeing Zhuang Qing not far away, he swallowed the words.
He only went to the mountain to draw the soul once. After a hundred years, he asked other Yinchai the demon repairers of that mountain, only to know that eighty years after he went to cross the soul, there were several blue dragons playing in Weishui. As a result of torrential rains, the monsters on that mountain could not bear the suffering of human beings. They went to these dragons to intercede, but the educated dragon was furious. In the end, these monsters died, wounded, and even the entire mountain was razed to the ground. . He thought that the demon Xiu was dead, but he did not expect that the devil was alive.
Fu Li lowered her eyelids and raised her past tone without much undulation: "I was asleep then."
Oak suddenly realized, probably just so, this demon escaped a death robbery.
"Well!" There was a loud noise not far away, and the flames soared into the sky.
Li Xuan threw a cigarette and stomped under his foot: "I should go to work."
"Wait." Fu Li stopped him.
Li Xuan's heart was so tight, did the other party ask him about that human thing?
"Don't litter." Fu Li pointed to the cigarette at his feet, and pointed to the civilized placard not far away from the trash can.
Quercus: ...
Fuck your head down to pick up the cigarette and throw it into a trash can a few meters away.
"Fu Xiaoshuai, who are you talking to?" When the girl at the front desk saw Fu Li talking to the outside air, she couldn't help cooling her back, thinking that she had finally seen the legendary spiritual event. Almost every hotel has some weird stories circulating inside it. This law is the same as the school is always built in places such as cemeteries and temples.
"A friend of mine." Fu Li's eyes fell on Zhuang Qing. "He's looking for me for something."
Under Fu Li's gaze, Zhuang Qing approached and appeared in the sight of the girl at the front desk.
At a glance, the girl at the front desk felt like she had heard a lot of ghost stories lately. How could there be such an elite ghost who looked so handsome, and she bowed her head in front of the beauty force.
At this time, someone came to handle the housing formalities. Even if the girl at the front desk coveted the beauty of the handsome man, she had to complete the work in advance.
"Mr. Zhuang, please sit down." Fu Li picked up a drink for Zhuang Qing and took him to the sofa in the public rest area.
"Is an artist dead at your hotel today?" Zhuang Qing asked openly, "You weren't there at the time"
Fu Li shook his head: "I am new here, unless the guest needs it, otherwise I am not qualified to go to the VIP room."
"I see." Zhuang Qing stood up, and he always did not care about nosy affairs. Seeing Fu Li wearing a security suit with a straight back, he couldn't help but say a bit more, "Are you going to be a security guard?"
"No, my ideal is to be admitted to the civil service." Fu Li saw that Zhuang Qing did not drink, so he just stood up and drank, "unfortunately I almost got something."
"What's the difference?" Zhuang Qing asked.
"University diploma."
Zhuang Qing had a speechless feeling of humiliation, and when he wanted to ask him something more, Fu Li had gone to help his guests with the suitcases. He turned around and walked out of the hotel, looking up, and seeing a serial car accident a few hundred meters away, a long chain of souls hung on the shady chain of chains.
The scene was chaotic. Police cars, fire engines, and ambulances shuttled back and forth. Private cars gave way to the side. The whole scene was unbearable.
An ambulance rushed past him, and he put his hands in his pants pockets expressionlessly, until Yincha took the souls in front of him. The night breeze rose with a hint of smell.
"Mr. Zhuang?" Li Xuan saw Zhuang Qing standing still, thinking he had something to find himself, and stopped and asked, "Are you looking for me?"
Zhuang Qing saw these souls, male, female, old and young, and took a glance back at her gaze. "When your local government crosses the soul at Yuanyue Hotel this afternoon, can there be something strange?"
"I haven't heard that the owner of Yuanyue Hotel has something to do with the cultivation world. Most people dare to do things in the hotel." Li Xuan said, "That star is not a thing. He has a lot of evil information in his life, I am afraid You have to work hard in the local government for hundreds of years. There is no accumulation of blessings in previous lives, no morality in this life, and no one knows what kind of fertility can be cast in the next life. "
"Boss!" Chu Yu drove over, saw Li Ying, and smiled: "Yo, Lord Yinchao, why did you come out today to cross the soul?"
"Coworkers are too busy, so I'll help run." Li Ling knew that the two had something to do, and said very interestingly, "I'll take a step first, please be free."
When the oak leaves left, Chu Yuchao shook his head.
Zhuang Qing sat in the car and looked up at the tall buildings not far away. The signboards were very bright, and the words "Yuanyue Hotel" could be seen all the way.
"I turned around at the Yuanyue Hotel, and I didn't notice any bitterness. I contacted Wang Han just now, and he said that only one of the employees in this hotel is a demon, it seems to be called ..."
"Fu Li." Zhuang Qing said, he read these two words, strange and stiff, as if talking about a stone by the roadside, or a humble flower, "I have seen him just now."
Chu Yu is very sensitive to demons and evil spirits. He can easily catch the breath that others don't notice. Had it not been for his fish, not his dog, he would have been able to eat as a police dog with the police. He didn't notice anything near the hotel, it only showed that they were wrong to calculate, and Lu Ren's death had nothing to do with others.
"There is no need to investigate this matter, and the case will be closed by natural death." Zhuang Qing closed her eyes, "go home."
There is a very luxurious villa under Zhuang Qing's name, and the decoration style is even more splendid. Anyone who has visited his house must be stunned by the furnishings in the room. All kinds of shiny gems, corals, pearls and other things, even the most exaggerated giant TV series are embarrassed to shoot like this, afraid of being exaggerated.
A huge natural crystal lamp hangs in the living room, and the light refracted from each angle expresses a meaning.
It's expensive, it's expensive.
The decorative beads on the curtains are all thumb-sized purple pearls. Together with the night breeze, they lightly shake.
Chu Yu's eyes were hurt by the light of various gems, and he put the fruit in his hand on the table, "Boss, I'm going back."
"Um." Zhuang Qing nodded in agreement, he did not have the habit of leaving others to live in his own home.
Chu left the door in a hurry and took a taxi. After a while, he noticed that the car was moving in the wrong direction: "Master, there seems to be something wrong with your route."
"No problem." The taxi driver chuckled and said, "The moon is dark and the wind is high, which is suitable for killing fish."
Seeing Chu Yu trying to run away, the driver smiled stiffly. "This car was made for you specifically by me. It can separate the ghosts and ghosts, and of course it can also trap the monsters. You, the self-proclaimed and inspired fish monster, It is also appropriate to use it for funeral. "
"Are you a hideous ghost?" Chu Yu's palm oozed cold sweat.
Some time ago, he found a painter who pretended to be a scam for ordinary people. He took his teammates to arrest him. The painter wanted to run away and was eventually stabbed to death by the boss. This painter came to help her get revenge?
Although he was very inspired, his fighting power was not as good as a goose, and he had to finish it.
The taxi was speeding, and the painter had peeled off the false skin on his face, exposing the bones.
Chu Yu thought in despair, if this scene was filmed by the surveillance head, how could they make people believe that the driver is not a skeleton, but just a prank? No, he can't save his life. Who cares about this?
He looked out of the window in despair, and wanted to take a look at the world again, only to see the four billboards of the huge "Yueyue Hotel".
He hates advertising.
On the road at night, there are not many cars and fewer people. When someone stands on the side of the road and insists on beckoning to stop the car, and the driver is afraid of the skeleton, the atmosphere becomes weird.
The painter stopped the car and let the brave man get in the car.
"You guys have to drive a taxi to make money at night?" Fu Li took the co-pilot and fastened his seat belt. "It's not easy to make a living."
Painter: ...
Chu Yu: So desperate.
Zhao Sanxiang is very likely to come. After finishing the work on this construction site, he got the salary, turned around and contracted a new one. The brothers who worked with him were willing to call him Brother Zhao.
Since Fu Li rescued Lao Zhang's son on the construction site, Fu Li and these old workers have become familiar. I don't know if it was Chuan Chuan, or these people have the same accent problem as Lao Zhang, now he is called Xiao Hu on the entire construction site. Fortunately, Fu Li did not care about these things, and there was no difference between Xiao Fu, Xiao Hu, or Xiao Hua.
At noon that day, Fu Li was drinking the trotter soup sent by Zhang Peng, and when he heard the siren sounding outside, he opened the curtain of the shed curiously, and saw everyone else running away, and asked with a throaty voice: "Where are you going?"
"Someone on the construction site wants to commit suicide. Would you like to see it?" The man who answered Fu Li's family name was Chen, who was almost forty years old and did not marry his wife. He was called Chen Laoguang. He didn't mind. He also responded cheerfully, and his popularity on the site was pretty good.
Fu Li was just so bored that when he saw other people, he had to go for fun, and felt that he had to be a little social.
"Okay, take a look together."
Upstairs upstairs, a middle-aged woman in a flower shirt and black cloth loose pants was sitting on the edge of the top floor, and the overgrown ground was full of people.
Peng Hang, who was called by the police, pulled on the sweaty uniform and turned around and instructed others to prepare an inflatable cushion. The rugged site on this abandoned site has some grasses that are taller than people. The rescue vehicle cannot get in, and the rescue equipment is all carried by people.
"Sister, you see the sky is so hot, what do you want to come down to say. As the saying goes, it is difficult to find the police, as long as you come down, we will help you do it well." Peng Hang made a gesture to colleagues in other departments, signaled them to sneak quietly Into the building.
The middle-aged woman's mood was very unstable. She cried while saying sorry to Peng Hang, saying that she didn't want to bother everyone, but she really couldn't do anything about it. Because she was too emotional, she kept leaning forward, and accidentally fell off the upper floor.
It turned out that the woman's man died of illness two years ago, and there were children at home to study. She didn't have any skills and could only come to the construction site to use herself as a man. Who knew that after working for half a year, the contractor ran away with money. Now that her child is seriously ill, the hospital started to urge her to call for medical expenses. She didn't have enough money to ask for help. She couldn't live without it.
This woman, who was less than forty years old, looked dark, thin and dry. The whole portrait was like pickled radish that had been absorbed by moisture, and her crying was wailing and violent, making Peng Hang's hair a little bit crying. He wiped the sweat from his face, and whispered to his colleague, "The capitalist now is nothing!" 2k novel reading network