When Ling Xiao came to Chi Jiayan's house, the place was in chaos.

messier than before.

The glass of the balcony broke again at some point - it must be a good thing for Lucheng.

Useless clutter and furniture were cleaned out, and some good and useful ones were covered with plastic sheets for protection. There are paint buckets and brush rollers in the corners. Two of the walls have been painted in half. The pea green wall paint makes the home look spacious and clean.

When Chi Jiayan came home from school, he was startled by the sudden appearance of Ling Xiao, and there was a surprise in his eyes that could not be hidden: "Brother!"

Blue Wind showed a huge head from the window again.

Fortunately, Xiao Hei ran away because he hated the smell of paint and disappeared at the moment, otherwise it would be another grinning confrontation.

Chi Jiayan doesn't like this.

Ling Xiao glanced at him lightly: "What are you doing?"

Chi Jiayan threw the schoolbag on the ground and said with a smile: "Renovation! I'll do it myself!"

"Why?"

Humans in this world seem to like doing these boring things.

"...Brother, don't you like clean and tidy places?" Chi Jiayan realized that he was leaking when he said it, and subconsciously covered it, but then put down his hands and broke the jar and blushed, "It was Lu Cheng who said it. He said Brother, you don't come to me, it must be because I'm too lazy and dirty."

Ling Xiao said: "No."

Chi Jiayan's eyes widened suddenly, and he said in confusion, "Why is that?"

Ling Xiao said indifferently, "I don't want to come."

"Oh……"

The boy's tone suddenly fell.

Ling Xiao was not untouched.

In fact, since the teenager appeared, he's been a little out of control.

Ling Xiao didn't look at him, and asked directly, "Where are my clothes?"

Chi Jiayan was stunned for a few seconds before he could react, and said slowly, "In my closet."

Because the living room is being organized, the objects in the bedroom are piled up the most.

Chi Jiayan removed several clutter and brought in a high stool, barely able to reach the height of the wardrobe.

There are a lot of clothes in the crowded closet, and it seems that Chi Jiayan is not alone. There are women's and adult men's, and the styles are from earlier years. It should be his parents' relics, which are still preserved for some reason. These clothes were all entangled in a mess, but the black robe was hung up.

It's flat and takes up a lot of space.

"Because you haven't been here for a long time, I'm not sure if I can wash it." Chi Jiayan took off his clothes, and sure enough, as Lu Cheng said, he was not as tall as this black robe, "but I have kept it well. Look, brother."

Ling Xiao took the black robe.

In fact, his black robes are too many, and they are not ordinary things, so there is no such thing as cleaning.

He would not have imagined that one day there would be a human boy who washed the robe of the God of Death.

Ling Xiao walked silently to the window, stepping on Cang Feng's front legs and riding on it.

He heard the sound of the boy jumping off the stool, hitting a lot of things along the way, and running out quickly.

He didn't look back.

Cang Feng carried Ling Xiao towards the sky.

Soon, the boy standing by the window turned into a small black spot.

Ling Xiao underestimated the vitality of young people.

He thought that he would never see that word spirit again, but in fact, he would always see the token of that word spirit.

Sometimes it's a piece of candy left at the crime scene.

Sometimes it's a dessert outside the sanctuary of the dead.

Sometimes it's a little face on the road to death.

At first glance, it is a young man's style.

Ling Xiao didn't quite understand what he wanted to do.

Ling Xiao gradually became accustomed to this kind of gesture. He had a cold face and refused to accept those gestures, but if there were any ghosts coveting him, he would definitely end up being swallowed up by Blue Wind.

Ling Xiao was a god of death, and he never wanted to hang out with a human.

What's more, this human being will die at his hands in the future.

Suddenly, for a while, those little gestures of showing favor all stopped.

Ling Xiao was exhausted physically and mentally after dealing with another batch of collective poisoning incidents. After taking back Cangfeng, he stood at the door of the hospital.

The media has already reported on this matter, and there is no reason that the young man still doesn't know about it.

He looked around, but couldn't see the boy's shadow.

Humans are indeed unsettled creatures.

Ling Xiao sneered in his heart and left.

Two days later, Ling Xiao rode the blue wind to the outside of Qingshui Community. Standing on the top of the tree, he saw that the window of Chi Jiayan's house was pitch black. In the past, if he passed by here, he could often see the lights in the house.

Chi Jiayan has no family and friends, so naturally he is at home every day, and he has nowhere to go.

A day later, Ling Xiao still saw the dark window, where did Chi Jiayan go?

Nobody disappears for no reason.

Chi Jiayan shouldn't have died at this time, and there should be no danger to his life, but it doesn't mean that nothing else will happen.

Ling Xiao wanted to deny that he was a little worried.

When he regained his senses, Cang Feng was already sniffing the candy in his pocket.

They went all the way south and followed the smell of Chi Jiayan to a villa area. The tree-lined road in the middle of the mountain here is wrong, very much like the place saw through the dream ball of the dream god. So, Chi Jiayan should be at his uncle's house.

Ling Xiao stood in front of the villa wearing a mask, the night wind was silent.

Blue Wind suddenly returned to the golden totem, and its mission has been completed.

The swimming pool in front of him was the one where Chi Jiayan almost drowned.

Lingxiao's dreams kept appearing in front of him. To his surprise, it was just a dream that implied that this happened in the past. It was already in the past tense. He still felt a slight anger welling up in his heart.

Someone came out of the house and smoked by the pool: "Damn."

Another man with yellow hair also followed: "Chi Rui, he will die if this goes on."

"That broom star is very tenacious." Chi Rui shook the ash and said impatiently, "I coaxed him to eat a belly of ash when he was young, and he didn't die in the hospital. He always conquered others, but others couldn't. he."

"But he won't let go now." Huang Mao spat, "If we find out like this, we will die."

Chi Rui said, "I have a way."

Ling Xiao followed them into the house, and found that the family was a bunch of scumbags, and there were no elders.

Surprisingly, there is a girl in this group of smog who is out of tune with them.

It turned out to be Yu Xiaoqiu.

Yu Xiaoqiu sat on the sofa, her face pale and trembling slightly.

Chi Rui walked over and touched her face familiarly: "Qiuqiu, it's up to you now. You know, he is willing to do anything for you, you go down and say something miserable, afraid that he won't let go. We win?"

Yu Xiaoqiu knew that the ball they were talking about was gambling.

Taking advantage of the absence of Chi's parents, Chi Rui stole the bank-bank-card and went out to gamble with the group of people. He borrowed usury loans, and the interest was as high as three million.

Now that the paper can't contain the fire, as long as Chi Jiayan says a word, winning is an easy task.

"Chi, Rui." Yu Xiaoqiu covered her face, "Don't force me."

"You forgot, how did he kill your father?" Chi Rui touched his head, "If you hadn't been softhearted and helped him, he would have killed your father? Maybe he cursed you, like cursing my grandfather. , like cursing me, those who helped him didn't end well."

"No..." Yu Xiaoqiu's tears flowed from his fingers.

"I have already asked the expert. The source of his spiritual power is our kindness. The softer we are and the closer we get to him, the stronger his spiritual power will be. How could he not know? He looked innocent when he got up, but he actually did all of this himself. Like this kind of monster, why should we let him go?" Chi Rui's face turned hideous unconsciously.

Huang Mao also said: "Yes. This play was originally played by everyone, but now it's too late for you to quit. Yu Xiaoqiu, don't be ignorant."

Yu Xiaoqiu said nothing and refused to go.

Unfortunately it's too late.

Chi Rui has lost his mind.

He put Yu Xiaoqiu up and walked all the way to the basement.

Ling Xiao was silent and went down the stairs.

In the dim light, he saw the thin figure at a glance.

"It's so cold." One person shivered, "Chi Rui, is this a basement or a freezer."

"It's cold, there's a ghost, this is it."

"Speaking of which, it's so fucking evil. I just came down to check it out. It wasn't cold."

"Don't be noisy, wear earplugs, don't be controlled!"

Chi Jiayan huddled in the dark corner, looking hungry for several days and losing a lot of weight.

His slender right ankle was buckled with an iron chain, with a range of motion of about a meter or two.

When he saw Yu Xiaoqiu, his eyes lit up for a moment and then dimmed: "Sister Qiuqiu."

Yu Xiaoqiu was also wearing earplugs, obviously it wasn't the first time she came down.

So saying that, she might have a credit for getting Chi Jiayan here.

Yu Xiaoqiu stood still, and Chi Rui shoved a tablet over it: "Show him. Let him say which bet to bet, he must win. Tell him, as long as he wins, let him go."

The tablet was handed to Chi Jiayan by Yu Xiaoqiuhong.

Her hands were shaking and people were choking.

She regretted it, but it was difficult to ride a tiger and couldn't turn back.

Chi Jiayan stared at the trembling hand and said in a narration: "Sister Qiuqiu, why are you with them? I'm so worried about you, you know? They told me to help them gamble and let you go. No, I'm afraid they lied to me. So you..."

Yu Xiaoqiu didn't know if he heard it.

Chi Jiayan didn't continue: "...Forget it."

He reached for the tablet.

But he was held down by a pale, slender and well-joined hand.

The familiar cold breath instantly enveloped him.

He looked up and saw that the pale mask was close at hand.

Ling Xiao's eyes were like a thousand years of ice.

Chi Jiayan laughed, and she was like Xiahua: "Brother."