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Chapter 35 Advanced Experience
Patter.
Water drops on the floor, making a slight noise. Fu Li's arrival did not attract the attention of his colleague Lao Luo. He stretched out his hand that was frozen stiff and began to knock on the door three times.
Bang, bang, bang.
The sound is mechanically rigid, and the interval time is almost the same.
Fu Li walked to the door and said to Old Luo: "You are in my way."
Old Luo stopped his movements, slowly turned his head to look at Fu Li, and muttered: "Take people's money and money to eliminate disasters. Take people's money and money to eliminate disasters..." As he muttered, he stretched out his hand to catch Fu Li's Clothing corner.
Fu Li tilted his upper body to the side, avoiding Lao Luo's hand extended.
"Little Fu, why have you been there for so long?" Zhang Shan opened the door and saw Old Luo there, jokingly said, "Old Luo, where did you go tonight, and your whole body is wet?"
Hearing Zhang Shan's voice, Old Luo turned to look at Zhang Shan, and smiled: "I came to you specially."
"Look for me to do it..." Zhang Shan was pushed into the house by Fu Li before he could finish his sentence. He was unprepared and almost fell into a tumble.
哐!
He looked up and saw Fu Li squeezed into the room and slammed the door closed. Lao Luo's hand was caught in the crack of the door, making a painful roar. Zhang Shan was so frightened by this scene that he forgot to speak, and then said for a long time: "Little Fu, are you, are you evil?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lao Luo's hand and dropped it!
"Hands, hands, hands!" Zhang Shan pointed at the arm that fell to the ground and called out the drake voice, "The hand fell!"
"My buddy, don't get excited." The green hair demon patted Zhang Shan on the shoulder and touched a little on his forehead, "You are dreaming."
"Dreaming?" Zhang Shan stunnedly walked to the lounge chair and sat down, then fell asleep on his stomach.
"Unpredictable." Seeing Fu Li stepped on his severed hand, the green-haired demon shook his head and said with emotion, "I didn't expect people outside to pick this buddy as a replacement for the dead. But this buddy is quite courageous. Yes, I dare to pick up the red envelope with the death symbol."
"He didn't pick it up." Fu Li stomped his feet, "I picked up the red envelope."
Green Hair Demon:...
Their Yaozu’s life is not easy, they can't bear to waste this little money.
"Then what should I do now?" The Green Haired Demon was puzzled, "Why the resentful ghost outside insisted that it was the red envelope picked up by this buddy. Could it be that he had already selected this buddy as a substitute for the dead ghost before his death?"
"Perhaps the birthday is just right." Fu Li remembered that the place where he picked up the red envelope that day was the place where Zhang Shan patrolled. Perhaps when he didn't know, Old Luo had thrown this kind of red envelope where Zhang Shan would pass.
Knowing that you might die, so you find someone to die. Is it because humans are afraid of death? Zhang Shan's life span is considered to be long among human beings. To let such a person die is to pay off his debts. Don't these humans understand this truth?
Fu Li thought that he might never understand human thoughts. He turned his head and glanced at Yinglu: "Take Zhang Shan to look good, I will deal with the grievances outside."
"Okay, big brother." Yinglu stood beside Zhang Shan very obediently.
The demon repair is simple and easy to understand and easy to communicate. Fu Li opened the door and walked out. And Old Luo, whose arm was broken by him, stood in the corridor and stared at the door. The water flowing down his body merged into a stream and almost flowed into the door.
"There is a difference between humans and ghosts, you should go." Fu Li stepped on the water, and the water suddenly turned into mist and disappeared, and Lao Luo's body became a lot transparent.
"I can't die!" Lao Luo's eyes were bleeding and tears, "I still have a wife and children, and parents to support, what will they do if I die."
"Zhang Shan also has a family member, so why do you want him to die for you?" Fu Li looked coldly, "Life and death are fateful. After a quarter of an hour, there will be a servant from the underworld to pick you up. Don't do unnecessary struggles."
"What do you know!" Old Luo looked savage, revealing bone wounds on his face, "You, a yellow-haired boy who has no father and no mother, and even a woman, knows what bondage is? Know what affection is. ? As long as I can be with them, I am willing to do anything!"
"I don't quite understand this kind of feeling, but no matter how many reasons you have, it is not a reason to rob others." Fu Li said calmly, "Other people's things are other people's, and it is wrong to rob them."
"It's just right to owe money to someone. He owes me, and now it's time to pay it back." Old Luo was full of gloom, "Get out of here!"
"Couldn't the money you talk about be the red envelope of ten yuan?" Fu Li sighed, "I want to buy someone's life for ten yuan. I think it is too beautiful and it is too shameless. In this way, you still want others to die for you. Do you think this is a bit inappropriate?"
"I don't care, he owes me when he picks up the money." Old Luo is no longer a human, and his character has become paranoid. In his eyes now, Fu Li is the person who hinders him. As for why Fu Li dared to stop him, and knew that he would die for him, Gui Brain couldn't think of it anymore.
"But he was not the one who picked up the red envelope. I spent your ten dollars." Fu Li put a restraint on the door. Even if Old Luo hit the door and smashed his soul, he would not be able to get in. "Why don't you ask me life?"
With red eyes, Old Luo rushed towards Fu Li, "Then you die for me."
Fu Li stretched out his hand to stop him in front of Old Luo. Old Luo seemed to be frozen, unable to move. Fu Li tilted his head and looked at the terrifying Old Luo. His black and white eyes were clear and visible. There was no anger in his eyes, nor likes or dislikes. "The soul that made a mistake should be punished."
Ding.
Ding.
Fu Li blinked and turned to look towards the end of the corridor. Li Xi's figure gradually appeared.
Li Xi saw the resentful ghost whose head was held by Fu Li, and gave Fu Li a gift from a younger generation in the cultivation world: "Mr. Fu."
"Are you here to cross the soul?" Fu Li let go. The chain in Li Xi's hand seemed to be alive, binding Old Luo, no matter how hard Luo Luo struggles, the chain is deeply embedded in his body Inside, twisting his body into a weird shape.
"Thank you, Mr. Fu, for helping me catch this ghost." Li Xi pulled the chain and thanked Fu Li.
"It's just a matter of effort." Fu Li asked curiously, "Why are you here again today?"
"Maybe this is fate?" Li Xi smiled, habitually trying to touch his pocket to light a cigarette, remembering that Fu Li has no habit of smoking, and put his hand back. "I didn't expect Mr. Fu to still work here."
Who could have imagined that the demon cultivator who had lived for so many years would fall into human society as a security guard.
"I have a question I want to ask you."
Being stared at by Fu Li's clear and beautiful eyes, Li Xi subconsciously did not dare to refuse the other party's request: "Please speak."
"Do you know that the demon cultivators of Haze Mountain were reincarnated one thousand nine hundred years ago?"
"Mr. Fu, you should know that the netherworld is not in charge of the demon cultivator's birth, old age, sickness, and death." Li Xi apologized, "All creatures and souls turn into demon, it depends on the right time and place. "
Fu Li fell silent, he naturally heard White Monkey talk about these things, but suddenly remembered, he asked more. He nodded and smiled: "I see, thanks for letting me know."
Li Xi hesitated for a moment, and before leaving, he told Fu Li the rumors he heard 1,920 years ago: "I heard that the little demon in Guishan might have been buried in the belly of the dragon, so..."
Now that the Qinglong clan is called big, even their underworld has to give three points of courtesy. Even if Fu Li knows it, what can it do?
The tragic situation of the demon cultivator on that mountain top was spread vividly in the cultivation world. Since then, the demon cultivators have been in awe of the Azure Dragon clan even more. It's a pity that those good little monsters lost their lives because of the temporary willfulness of the Qinglong clan.
After Li Xi left, Fu Li opened the door and went back to the lounge. Yinglu picked up the phone and said, "Brother, the rain is getting lighter outside, I have to send the order."
"Good." Fu Li nodded, "Be careful on the road."
Yinglu nodded and trot away. Not long after Yinglu left, Zhang Shan woke up and rubbed his head, "Little Fu, why did I fall asleep?"
"Maybe too sleepy?" Zhang Shanjian saw that the fast food box on the table had been put away by Fu Li, got up and said to Fu, "Then you take a rest, I'll go on patrol."
"No need to go, I just went to see it once." Fu Li pulled a few pieces of toilet paper to wipe off the oil stains on the table.
"Little Fu, you are really a friend." Zhang Shan reached out and took Fu Li's shoulders and shook his head. "By the way, I just had a dream. I dreamed that Old Luo came to me to borrow money. After looking through it for a long time, I didn't find any money, so I didn't lend it to him."
After speaking, his shoulders slumped weakly, "Even in a dream, I am a poor dog. It is sad to hear it, tears to see it, and torture the mind and body."
Fu Li patted his head. In the human world, being too poor is indeed miserable.
"Little Fu, I think you are shooting a dog?"
"Didn't you say that you are a poor dog?"
"..."
The next morning, Fu Li and Zhang Shan were about to get off work. When they walked to the front desk, a few security guards surrounded the front desk girls, as if they were talking about something, their expressions were a bit solemn.
"You started gossiping early in the morning?" Zhang Shan yawned, "Be careful when the guests come over and see you like this, and complain to you."
"Don't you know?" Li Shi pulled Zhang Shan and asked him to say a few words, "Lao Luo has an accident."
"Lao Luo?" Zhang Shan was puzzled. "He was absent from work last night. It was the floors where little rune and I were in charge of our team all night. Was he sick?"
Li Shi lowered his throat and said, "He is dead."
"Dead?" A certain picture appeared vaguely in Zhang Shan's mind, but when Fu Li walked to him, the picture disappeared. He rubbed his head and thought, maybe it was because he dreamed that Old Luo borrowed money last night.
"Well, I heard that he fell into the water and drowned at noon yesterday. The body was only found in the middle of the night last night, and now his family is kneeling outside the hotel and making trouble."
"He didn't go to work yesterday. Why did his family come to the hotel to make trouble?"
Li Shi shrugged, looking helpless.
When Fu Li walked out of the hotel’s door, he saw two elderly people kneeling outside, two children wearing Xiaopa, and a woman crying with her face covered in her face. The two children looked a little confused, holding a photo of their father. Under the gaze of passers-by and countless mobile phones, it looks like a helpless duckweed, helpless and pitiful.
When the reporters outside saw that there was a hotel employee coming out, they rushed around: "Hello, are you a hotel employee? Can you tell me what you think of Mr. Luo's accidental death on the way to work?"
Fu Li blinked, and when everyone thought he was about to speak, he suddenly ran away, but the reporter did not respond.
The cameraman discovered that something went wrong with the camera, and the scene just now was not filmed at all. The two looked at each other helplessly and could only find the next interviewee.
When Fu Li went to work the next day, Luo's family had already left. He heard that the hotel had lost 800,000 yuan to Luo's family. Although Old Luo, who claimed to be at work, went out at noon for work at all.
Fu Li didn't understand why, maybe it was because he didn't understand the human relationship in human society.
At noon, he met the big boss Wang Han who rarely showed up in the hotel. Wang Han was very polite to him. After calling him into the office, he smiled and asked: "Friends, I heard that you went to the management office to take a new recruitment exam?"
Fu Li nodded.
Wang Han smiled more gently: "How was the result of the exam?"
"First in the martial arts test."
Wang Han's eyes looked at Fu Li, as if he was looking at a peerless treasure: "Daoist, the cultivation level is profound!"
"For now, it seems to be pretty good?" Fu Li recalled the demon cultivators he had encountered in the past three years, and nodded honestly, "It's all set off by fellow daoists."
Wang Han:...
Is this self-effacing?
"Okay!" Wang Han said excitedly, "If Daoists are successfully admitted, I will definitely give you a big red envelope on behalf of the hotel and my sect to congratulate Daoists on the admission!" No one of them has ever passed the management exam. At this point, although Fu Li was not the person who held the moon gate, but he could be regarded as his employee anyway, and he was involved, and it was considered to have a little relationship.
In this era, who would think he has many contacts?
In order to establish a relationship with the demon cultivators, the elders in their school shamelessly go to the demon league to rub mahjong every day, and give out a lot of money every month. This time the teacher opened a back door and put a demon cultivator in to work. He thought it was a little demon with no cultivation base, but he didn’t know how awesome they were.
Wang Han has a sense of ecstasy of being hit by a pie. They generally practice up and down the Moon Gate, and they don't know how to refine alchemy, but they can make money and spend money, and things that can be solved with money are not a problem.
Inside the Cultivation Management Department, in order to discuss who to admit, Yaoxiu and Renxiu almost pulled out their magic weapon and rolled their sleeves, but now they are very restrained, because Zhuang Qing is still sitting on top.
The Demon Cultivator felt that Wei Cang from Fu Li and Qingxiao School should be admitted, because these two had the highest cultivation level.
The Human Rehabilitation Office felt that both places could not be given to Demon Xiu, and should admit Fu Li, Zhong Ze or Qingxu Daoist.
"What our management office lacks most, the most lacking is thugs. Isn't the admission of Fu Li and Wei Cang just right?" Lin Guidao, "Besides, we are speaking according to grades. Demon cultivators and human cultivators are equal. What is a person or a demon? What is the purpose of our management office, which is to help each other and be equal."
"Lin Gui is right, everything is equal." Huang Can answered with a smile.
"Why didn't you say this when you were eating chicken thighs at noon today?" Xu Yuan asked, "Chickens are equal to you, so why do you eat him?"
Huang Can, who ate two chickens at noon, silently closed his mouth.
I don’t know anyone on Renxiu’s side and whispered: “According to the grades, the Fu Liwen test score is the worst among the five practitioners. Just enroll Wei Cang from the Qingxiao School and Zhong Ze from the Pastoral School."
As soon as this statement came out, who would compete with each other, all the cultivators in the room looked at this man's cultivation with the eyes of a fool, and there was a martial arts fist punching the acid and Zhu Wei, who can explain the ancient cultivation methods. Admitted, their brains are fine again.
Even if you add another admission quota this year, you can't let Fu Li go, okay?
"I hope..." Zhuang Qing crossed her hands and put it on the table. "Don't mention some thoughtless opinions."
Those who propose not to admit Fu Li:...
At this moment, he was not only standing on the opposite of demonic cultivation, but also on the opposite of human cultivation. He couldn't wait to shrink himself into a ball, no longer being scanned by everyone's death eyes.
"I have an immature little suggestion," Ning Xuan said in silence. "The relevant human department has a policy of non-staff personnel. The five candidates who stayed this year are very good, and they are all good at fighting, not as good as us. Learn from the advanced experience of mankind and recruit a few non-staff personnel."
"For example, that acid can be regarded as a non-staff." Bao Yu sitting in the corner was full of sorrow. "He is about to eat up all the food in the kitchen. We can't keep such a big rice bucket for nothing."
Cultivators:...
"What do you think?" Zhuang Qing glanced at the cultivators, and no one objected.
"I will tell you everyone's opinions. If approved by the above, follow this method." Zhuang Qing stood up, suddenly thinking of something, and said to the cultivators who were about to get up and leave, "When everyone was in front of Fu Li, Be polite."
Everyone thought that the old meeting said domineeringly, this demon cultivator was my cover, Zhuang Qing said the following sentence.
"I'm afraid you will offend him, and I can't stop him when he is beaten."
Several cultivators who have witnessed Fu Li's beating acid and the picture with their own eyes nodded like smashing garlic.
Do not provoke, and resolutely do not provoke.
Two days later, the admission results were posted.
Fu Li and Qingxiao sent Wei Cang as a regular employee.
In addition, there are four cultivators of Pastoral School Zhongze, Lin'an Guanqingxu Daochang, Yellow Throat Demon Huang Long, and Unknown Demon Song Yu as non-staff personnel who can sign labor contracts with the management office.
The author has something to say: Zhuang Qing: This demon is covered by this dragon! [Because I can't beat it~]