Although He Shu really wanted to accept the red envelope without saying a word, but in order not to startle the snake, he still sent a question mark first.

Team: [I am the owner of this group, this is a belated welcome red envelope. 】

Little Phoenix loves to eat pork ribs: [Why did you send me a red envelope? Do I have no money myself, look down on me? 】

Team: [I created this group mainly to experience the lively atmosphere. I will welcome you when you come, and you have performed very well. I forgot to mention, as long as you can compete with others under which hot news in the future and stand out, I will send you red envelopes, not only privately, but also in the group. 】

Little Phoenix loves to eat pork ribs: [Do you have any mental illness? Too much money and no place to spend it can be donated to Africa. 】

Although He Shu had known the other party's rhetoric for a long time, but in line with the characteristics of being unsuspecting as a bully, he still had to raise the bar.

Team: [Can I donate it to you? You don't need to be helped out of poverty? Don't tell me that you have achieved financial freedom, just say whether you want the red envelope, if you don't want it, you can quit immediately, because many people want to squeeze in. 】

He Shu was speechless, and looked at Li Bei: "How do you usually argue like this?"

Li Bei asked strangely: "Why do you want to fight? The rich one is of course the rich man's father. Anyway, you are trying to get his attention, and now your goal has been achieved."

It's rare for the ghost to be sober and say some constructive words. He Shu felt that it made sense, so he just clicked on the red envelope and accepted it.

The moment he accepted the red envelope, his body trembled slightly, and he felt a subtle sensation. He couldn't help lowering his head, as if an invisible silk thread came from thousands of miles away and wrapped around his wrist.

The black was gone in a flash, and Yama Wang Ling issued a strong warning, as if he wanted to break through the shackles and cover the target, but He Shu firmly held him down, preventing him from moving rashly.

At the same time, a cold light flashed in Guanghan's hand, and the spear in his hand seemed ready to move. His long eyebrows were raised, his expression was stern, and his murderous aura surged out instantly, which shocked Li Bei to hide behind He Shu, showing a fearful expression.

This is a strong person's subconscious reaction to threats, both Guanghan and Yan Wangling felt this threat at the same time.

He Shu raised his hand and stopped the spear from moving.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't catch the tiger's cubs. Now that the "silk thread" is caught, the mastermind behind the scenes may be scared away.

Guanghan felt that this move was a bit risky, although he didn't say anything, he already cast a look of disapproval.

He Shu returned a soothing look.

He could feel the "silk thread" growing vigorously in his body, as if finding fertile soil, breaking out from the seed, thread by thread, penetrating bone and blood, swelling and expanding, becoming a gradually complete soul.

Wasn't that how Li Bei was "invaded" in the first place?

The red envelope sent by the other party is actually similar to a spell, which can also be understood by the head-dropping technique, just like the great head-dropping masters in Southeast Asia, some of them can take the head of a person thousands of miles away, using flying drop, ancient Chinese There are also legends among the folks that after some people's time horoscope was obtained by evil spirits and heretics, they were borrowed from their lives or suffered misfortune.

Now it’s just changing a medium to keep up with the times. Those who take the money for their lives will tacitly agree to the dove occupying the magpie’s nest and at the same time donate their bodies.

This is of course an extremely vicious spell, but He Shu wants to know, who used this long-lost and amazingly powerful spell to harm people? Could it be the soul that intends to occupy his body now?

He Shu's identity is a bit special.

He is a living person, and at the same time has the identity of the King of Hades. He is one of the only two living Kings of Hades throughout the ages.

But the soul body occupying his body at the moment didn't seem to notice this, and the other party couldn't see Li Bei who was cowering in the corner, he curled up in the depths of He Shu Consciousness Sea, quietly observing, waiting for the opportunity.

He Shu winked at Guanghan, signaling Guanghan to cooperate with him in acting and fool the soul body.

Guanghan pursed his lips slightly, a little reluctantly, but he still didn't say anything.

He Shu couldn't care less about comforting Guanghan, he was carefully examining the soul body that had invaded him.

The other party had no intention of communicating with him at all, and if He Shu hadn't deliberately probed, he wouldn't even have felt its existence.

He kept calm, brushed his teeth, washed and washed as usual, and went to bed.

Guanghan slept in the next bed.

When going out, it is more convenient to separate the beds, Guanghan has no objection to this.

He closed his eyes, and his ears were keenly aware of the long and even breaths from the other bed.

He Shu fell asleep.

Guanghan couldn't sleep, he had already developed the habit of keeping his mind alert even when his body fell asleep. This habit was left over from his military career many years ago. He stared at the stars and moon with his eyes open countless nights, sleeping When thinking about chaos, vaguely dreamed of swords, lights and swords, and flesh and blood flying everywhere.

The days in He Shu's house were the most stable life in his life. All the leisurely and quiet beauty seemed to be condensed in that room and the person in the room, so that even Guanghan himself almost forgot how many years passed. In the movie, how he licked blood with a knife and couldn't find peace, always lingering in his body with the killing intent, ready to end the war with war at any time.

Now, that feeling seems to be back.

The difference is that the things he cherished were invaded and occupied by outsiders, but He Shu agreed to indulge them.

Although he knew that the probability of an accident was not high, Guanghan was still a little helplessly unhappy.

What was displeased was naturally that He Shu's body was occupied by a monster from nowhere, but he found that he couldn't refuse the other party's request.

Maybe he should try to be tougher next time, like when we first met?

If you don't want to be strong, when he starts to care about that person, his calmness seems to be completely insulated.

Suddenly, his ears moved slightly.

The person on the next bed sat up and seemed to be turning his head to look at him.

He Shu?

No, it shouldn't be.

The breath is a little strange, it is another soul in He Shu's body.

That strange soul that invaded through the group of red envelopes.

Guanghan didn't move at all, he remained relaxed and fell asleep, and continued to observe the opponent's whereabouts without leaving a trace.

The man got off the bed and walked towards him, his movements were very light, as if he was observing whether Guanghan had fallen asleep.

But no matter how light the move is, there is nowhere to hide in Guanghan.

Obviously the other party didn't know, "He Shu" bent his knees and pressed onto the bed, leaned over his upper body, supported the bed with his hands, and quietly commented on Guanghan who closed his eyes.

What does he want to do?

Guanghan was a little puzzled, but his body remained relaxed.

The opponent slowly approached, his upper body was almost half pressed against Guanghan's body, his breath was warm, if there was something lingering.

"Guanghan..."

"He Shu" sighed, like a whisper, his lips lingered in Guang Han's ears, as if he wanted to use his lips as a pen to draw his outline.

Guanghan felt the numbness unbearably, and slowly opened his eyes, just in time to meet the other party's shining eyes and the slightly raised smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Isn't it better not to waste such a quiet and beautiful night?"

After saying the very charming words, he lowered his head, as if wanting to make further contact without distance.