The Buddha said,

There are eight sufferings in the world,

Birth, old age, sickness and death are four,

Love parting, hate for a long time is the fifth,

Resentment will be, pain will be born as the sixth,

Can't ask for it, obsessed with being born as the seventh,

If you can't put it down, you can't take it off as the eighth.

Kurong life and death are at a loss, how can you be lovesick and worried.

Lovesick birds chirp, just looking forward to your hometown.

..................

"Hey, who's that?"

“......”

"Hello?"

“......”

"Why don't you speak, I'll hang up if you don't speak?"

“......”

Zhou Rafter Fang extinguished the phone and put it aside, not paying too much attention to this somewhat weird phone.

Maybe someone did this prank.

He thought to himself, sure enough, he still has to limit the distribution of business cards, otherwise it will be quite annoying to receive such a call at every turn.

Yes, Zhou Rafterfang has received many calls with unknown content over the years, some of them did not speak, some made strange sounds, and some scolded at the beginning.

In short, he got used to everything.

Put away the phone, Zhou Rafter Fang was ready to go to bed.

It was eleven o'clock in the evening, and it was very late.

For Master Zhou, who has been recuperating in recent years, nothing is more important than sleeping.

If he hadn't suddenly received a call and got up, he might have slept all night.

Where can you still hang out at home.

Zhou Rafter Fang was a little angry that he couldn't fall asleep on time, and he thought that if he called again, he would be welcome.

"Click-"

Suddenly, there was a sound behind him, as if something had been broken.

Zhou Rafter Fang frowned, his already somewhat fierce face looked even more terrifying in the dim space.

It is especially like the statue of the fierce god in the ruined temple.

The kind with a black face.

Zhou Rafter Fang was not afraid of any ghosts, and turned to look at the living room as soon as he heard the sound.

The back of his hand is behind his back, and he quietly pinched the trick.

He didn't make much noise, and walked deftly towards the place where the sound had just come from.

When he got closer, he realized that the sound was coming from the phone he had put down earlier.

There were no lights in the living room, and he could only see a small space illuminated by the phone screen.

In that space, he saw a hand.

Zhou Rafter Fang said in his heart Sure enough, the people who can make noise in his house in the middle of the night are ghosts except for thieves.

The doors and windows are locked, and there is no movement of being pried open, I think it is the latter.

"Your Excellency is visiting late at night, why are you doing so?"

Zhou Rafter asked with a tiger face.

The ghost on the opposite side didn't move, and only a few dry coughs could be heard.

"Mr. Zhou?"

The ghost spoke, and it was a young man's voice, with an elegant and gentle taste.

This was contrary to Zhou Rafterfang's expectations, and he thought that the person who broke into someone else's house without permission would be that kind of scoundrel or something.

In short, it won't be like this.

"It's me. ”

Zhou Rafter Fang did not relax his vigilance, the hand behind his back was still pinching the fingers, but his body was relaxed.

The ghost gasped, and seemed to be tired, and it took a long time before he spoke again:

"I'm sorry to disturb you so late, my name is not good. ”

Zhou Rafter Fang was not interested in what the name of the ghost was, and said bluntly: "Mr. Yun visited late at night, I don't know what happened?"

"I can't say a word, so wait a moment while my boss comes and talks to you in detail. ”

Yun Bulu's whole face was buried in the dark, so Zhou Rafter Fang didn't see his expression.

It was rare that he didn't make a gentle expression, and his whole face was distorted, as if he had endured great pain.

It's not, because Zhou Rafterfang has too little information, and if they want to find Zhou Rafterfang's address, they can only crawl over the signal.

After he is fixed, the Zhifei will come directly according to his position.

Speaking of which, if Zhao Yangwan hadn't happened to be tripped up, and Xue Wangge was a girl, it wouldn't have been his turn to do this job.

It's not hard to climb over, but it's hard to get out of your phone.

I'm going to go, this phone is really too crowded, so crowded that Yun Bulu is dizzy and dizzy, and he is so disgusted that he wants to vomit.

Well, it doesn't seem like it's a good experience, haven't you seen that Lord Yun, who has always been humble and elegant, has broken through.

Yun Bulu's tone was respectful and gentle, but the meaning in his words made Zhou Rafterfang's face darken.

What's the matter, do you want him to wait for this ghost's boss to come without sleeping?

Why didn't he know what the hell was so big...... In other words, do ghosts have an organization? Why are they still divided into subordinates of superiors?

"When he comes and talks to me, I don't know what to say. ”

Zhou Rafter Fang sneered coldly, his face was evil.

"If it's useless, it's better for Mr. Yun to go out of my house, I'm a person with a bad temper, and I don't care if I don't care if I move my hands will make you lose your soul!"

The last four words deliberately accentuated the tone, saying that it was categorical and fierce.

Yun Bulu was thrown over by Zhiqian to do this, and he didn't have the heart to do superficial work when he heard this.

directly conjured up his own ghost weapon "Qunru", and looked at Zhou Rafterfang's head.

The shape of the pen is like a brush, about the length of an adult man's arm, the cilia of the tip of the pen is white like snow, light as a feather, and the texture of the pen is as warm as jade, which is also pure and flawless snow.

Looking at its whole body, it seems to be surrounded by soft light, and it is like a high mountain snow top, which is cold and cannot be blasphemed.

It has the style of Confucianism who read the books of sages in ancient times, so it is called "Confucianism".

Yun Bulu uses it to keep accounts on weekdays, and when he is in a bad mood, he also uses it as a hammer.

Just like now.

Don't look at the "Qunru" and look at the brittleness, it is actually extremely hard, and it is knocked on it......

Zhou Rafterfang, who didn't have time to react, was the consequence.

Although Zhou Rafter Fang kept pinching his fingers, who told him to look down on Yun Bulu, let alone expect Yun Bulu to hammer people if he didn't agree with him?

Yun Bulu moved Zhou Rafterfang, who had fallen to the ground, to the sofa and put Master Zhou in a healthy sleeping position very rigorously.

Instead of arguing, it is better to wait quietly together.

Putting away the 'group of confucians', Lord Yun showed a somewhat ghostly smile and sat on the sofa at the other end to send a message to Zhixuan.

"Yun: Miss Xue, this side has been properly handled. 』

After sending it out, within a few seconds, Zhixuan replied with a piece of language, probably in action, and it was inconvenient to type.

Yun Bulu clicked on.

"Got it, you look at the little one surnamed Zhou, I'll be there soon. ”

"Cloud: Okay. 』

After replying, Yun Bulu sat up straight, looking at the sleeping Zhou Rafter Fang for a moment.

This Mr. Zhou is about forty years old, with a fierce face, even if he is faint now, he reveals a kind of evil aura for no reason.

However, he is not tall, at least shorter than Yun Bulu, which is a bit inconsistent.

Just looking at such an appearance, you really can't tell that the person in front of you is a warlock.

Yun Bulu recalled the warlocks of the Immortal Wind Dao Bone that he had seen, and complained silently in his heart.

It's almost the same as saying that it's a gangster.

The room was dark, and there was silence for each person and ghost, and even breathing was very weak.

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew, and the originally quiet curtains couldn't stop stirring.

Yun Bulu stood up.

Xue Zhiqian is here.