Ling Xiao put away his consciousness, saw the worried boy's pale face, pinched his brows and said, "Have you seen strange ghosts haunting here recently?"

Chi Jiayan came back to his senses: "Ah? Oh... a strange ghost?"

Ling Xiao was just waiting for his answer in his spare time.

Chi Jiayan quickly picked the key points and said: "I don't think there are any strange ghosts. For example, the one in the corridor facing the corner of the wall is empty. I remember seeing him there when I was very young. There are about ten It's been a few years, hasn't he been tired or hungry for so many years... Also, there was a time when a few ghosts were always following me, talking about what kind of adult's child I was... daughter-in-law?"

As soon as the words came out, Chi Jiayan exclaimed in a low voice, and immediately stopped the topic.

It was only at this time that he realized that the "that lord" that the ghosts said was very likely to be Lord Death.

The ghosts didn't dare to name Lingxiao, because it seemed to represent a kind of summoning, so they all used "that one" instead.

Ling Xiao didn't seem to care about these words at all, nor did he pay attention to Chi Jiayan's burning face again.

He stared at the 100-yuan bill with a cold expression, Chi Jiayan could see a sense of not being angry with himself from this coldness.

While talking, someone was knocking on the glass outside the window.

No, then maybe... not human?

This is the third floor.

The man outside the window was wearing a gray robe and had bare feet.

There is a pair of small antlers on his forehead, which is also different from human beings, and it is a prominent red line.

He was lying on the glass and looked inside, confirming that the god of death was in the house, and when he was excited, the glass shattered.

"Lord Lingxiao!" He walked in with his bare feet stepping on the glass slag, "Hey, who is this kid? Is my new partner? But he looks so small, and now his fate has fallen to hiring child labor. This is illegal, right? To tell the truth, I am against participating in all illegal activities."

"...There is a door here..." Chi Jiayan couldn't understand the person's brain circuit, but said weakly, "Your feet... are bleeding..."

The man looked down at his feet, and sure enough, there were a few pieces of broken glass stuck in the soles of his feet, which he patted off carelessly, allowing the blood to flow.

Chi Jiayan felt a pain in the flesh.

Ling Xiao said, "Lu Cheng, your speed has dropped a lot."

The person who came was Lu Cheng, who jumped up and shouted: "You're wrong, your positioning is too tricky! This position is hard to find. Also, it's my off-duty time now. I also need to rest. I have already said that I need a partner and a manpower. Lonely ghosts and wild ghosts have also advanced with the times. How can they be as easy to catch as before! Now some ghosts hide in Taoist temples in order to escape from pursuit, can you believe it? Although their so-called beliefs do not exist Yes, but it's really funny, those fake Taoists are also good at catching ghosts—"

"Shut up." Ling Xiao said coldly.

Lu Chengsan retracted his smile and looked at Chi Jiayan quietly.

And Chi Jiayan is looking at the well-ventilated balcony window of his house... It's going to cost money again...

Lingxiao's black robe was blown up by the night wind pouring in, and his fair complexion glowed coldly. He handed the hundred-yuan note to Lu Cheng.

Lu Cheng hurriedly took the banknote, his face full of disbelief: "You called me here on a special trip at night, and you asked me to run errands to buy takeout?"

Even Chi Jiayan was called back to God by these words: "Again?"

Ling Xiao was expressionless: "I told you to smell the dead aura above."

I saw Lu Cheng had a confused look after smelling it: "Huh? It seems to be the death energy of a dying person, but it is also mixed with the smell of ghosts. How can I put it, it seems that this person is already dead, and it seems that he is still alive. Not dead, how could this be?"

"Possessed by a dead spirit. A living soul loves a house." Ling Xiao said, "There are only two possibilities."

Chi Jiayan seemed to understand a little bit of what they were talking about, and couldn't help but grab Ling Xiao's sleeve: "Brother? Is Sister Qiuqiu's father dead?"

Lu Cheng's eyes widened in shock as he watched him grab Lingxiao's clothes.

Is this, this, this too intimate? !

You know, this adult hates contact with any creature the most!

Rounding up is getting married!

This, this other party is still a child, is this adult perverted?

Hearing Lu Cheng's thoughts, Ling Xiao stretched out his hand and pulled off the small antlers on Lu Cheng's forehead, and threw it into the night outside the window.

"Animal cruelty—"

The deer roared and flew out.

Ling Xiao seemed to be accustomed to these things, he calmly brushed away Chi Jiayan's hand, and said to him, "You'll know after reading it."

Lu Cheng came back with a "bang": "Yes. I'll let the Soul Eater go to see now."

Chi Jiayan: "Oh."

Lucheng's antlers were pressed on his head by himself.

He pulled out his sleeves, grabbed a handful of black furballs and put them on the ground.

If you look closely at those little hairballs, you can see that they all have limbs, but they don't have heads, and they can't tell where the mouth is.

A group of hairballs trembled in place for a moment, as if reluctantly, Lu Cheng warmly persuaded them, and they lined up to get out through the crack of the door.

Lu Cheng squatted on the ground like a beggar, pulling Chi Jiayan's hand: "It's so fragrant, kid, do you have instant noodles in your house?"

It was rare for Chi Jiayan to meet someone who looked hungrier than him.

He nodded, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and the pear vortex was revealed: "Yes."

Originally, Chi Jiayan seemed to have a lot of words at first glance, but fortunately, he was well-behaved and knowledgeable and only answered any questions he had, and would not keep talking in front of him. But after Lu Cheng's talk came, the two of them seemed to have turned on some strange switch, and the conversation went on and on as if there was no valve.

- "Cold water? Hey! Isn't that what the kid did?"

- "I'm not called a kid. I'm Chi Jiayan, you can call me Jiajia."

- "Okay, Jiajia, shouldn't you boil hot water?!"

——"That... I'm very poor, and the gas is not turned on... I can heat it!"

- "Huh? Are you praying to instant noodles? What... it's hot! You are a word of mouth!"

"Ok."

- "Ahahaha, I never thought I could see Yan Ling in my lifetime! Hey, what do you know?"

Ling Xiao felt a headache: "Enough is enough."

The conversation came to an abrupt end.

Lu Cheng made a face at Chi Jiayan, and said with his mouth: He has a really bad temper.

Chi Jiayan looked at Lingxiao, but smiled and said, "Brother is very good.

After thinking about it, he added another sentence: My brother is my friend.

A gust of wind blew, and Ling Xiao disappeared.

Lingxiao shuttled on top of tall buildings and above the treetops.

He wore a pale mask and a large black robe, walking freely in this night.

It was an unusual day for him.

Wearing a mask, he is the god of death.

Taking off the mask, he is Ling Xiao.

Lingxiao can't remember how many years he has existed in this world. Roughly, it may have been thousands of years. He doesn't remember his age very much, and he doesn't remember much about his past. Since his memory gradually became clear, he was a loner of death, dealing with death day after day.

In the long years, Lingxiao has also been seen by a few people with spiritual power.

Some people shivered on their knees and begged for mercy, some people faced it calmly and willingly died, and some people wanted to do everything they could to make a wicked deal with him.

No one ever jumped into his arms and told him to be his friend.

Not accustomed to such changes, nor to get along with such a soft young man, Ling Xiao felt that he needed to be quiet.

He contacted the horoscope from his consciousness and asked to know what happened in the future.

The horoscope quickly replied: Your request has been rejected.

Ling Xiao was a little irritable.

He doesn't like his trajectory being changed by such an episode for no apparent reason.

For the first time in a thousand years, he felt a thin layer of mist appear in front of him.

When it was almost dawn, Ling Xiao returned to Chi Jiayan's house on the third floor of Qingshui Community.

As an auxiliary god, Lu Cheng was actually lying on the sofa and was laughing.

The little boy was lying on his side on the bed in the bedroom, his brows furrowed, and there was still a wet spot under his eyes.

He was really small, no wonder Lu Cheng said he was a child laborer.

The temperature in the early morning may be a little cold, or maybe death is coming, and the little boy curls himself up like a glutinous rice dumpling.

Ling Xiao stretched out his hand and took off his mask, and the temperature in the room rose slightly.

Xiao Hei was lying on the bottom of the cabinet, motionless as if waiting for the mouse.

Not long after, a black hair ball timidly climbed out from the bottom, Xiao Hei rushed up, the black hair ball hurriedly retracted, and there was a shrill scream of fear from under the cabinet.

It turned out that the Soul Eater had returned and was being hunted by Xiao Hei.

Ling Xiao drove away Xiao Hei and began to listen to the report of the Soul Eater.

The furballs stood on the edge of the bed in a row, chattering endlessly, Ling Xiao's face turned cold, they quickly found their place and lined up neatly.

The first hairball fell first, revealing a large mouth on his belly.

"I can't die yet." A thick middle-aged man said - this was the voice of the soul fragments they devoured.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third hairballs began to speak.

"What if I die, Qiuqiu?"

"everything will get better!"

"I don't believe it, I will never die, I will watch Qiuqiu get married and have children!"

"My company won't go bankrupt!"

"It's over, my, my body is rotting... If it goes on like this, others will know! Perfume, I have to buy perfume..."

After Ling Xiao finished listening, he saw that Chi Jiayan woke up at an unknown time.

The two looked at each other.

As smart as Chi Jiayan, he already knew what happened.

His lips trembled uncontrollably, and he resisted crying and asked, "Brother, did I kill Uncle Yu again?"