The broth in the spoon was held in Zhang Liying's hand, she forgot to put it in Ji Ao's mouth, Ji Ao opened his mouth wide and aimed at the spoon, and when Zhang Liying's hand shook and moved to his mouth, he bit the soup spoon and swallowed the broth with a "bang". Zhang Liying is still saying colorfully:

"If he hadn't been trying to save that monk, that evil ghost would definitely not have been able to escape! I saw him wandering around the gate of our school last week, and he must have secretly investigated it for the sake of the ghost master, and that rumor must have been spread by him, so that everyone would be wary of the ghost master, so that no one would be harmed. ”

"Hey, what are you doing? Zhang Liying saw Ji Ao bite the soup spoon and glanced at him, but she didn't knock him on the head, and what was even more rare was that she actually asked him softly, "What do you think of the taste?" I also know that it is better to simmer slowly over low heat, but unfortunately I came back late, so I had to stew in a pressure cooker, but the taste is still good, do you like it?"

"I like it, I like it so much, it would have been better if it hadn't been for that person 'delaying' time and using the pressure cooker......" Ji Ao's tone revealed a thick implication, Hei Dou pretended not to hear it, Yan'er directly made a disgusting expression and wanted to vomit, only Zhang Liying didn't hear it.

Zhang Liying blew the hot air on the soup bowl, fed him a few mouthfuls of mushroom chicken soup, then put the bowl on the chair on the right, patiently peeled off the bones in the chicken, and sent it to his mouth, and then said with a smile:

"Since you like to eat, I'll take a little more time to make it for you next time...... Taste the taste of the meat, it's a pretty bad stew, right? Where did I just go? Oh, by the way, Wang Zitao also has a beautiful white cat, whose name seems to be Bai Xue, he took it to the vegetable market to buy chicken liver, fish and shrimp, and look at his thoughtful appearance towards pets, you know that he is quite loving. ”

As soon as Ji Ao heard her mention that Wang Zitao again, his heart was very unpleasant, a sense of vinegar flooded his heart, and he suddenly lost his appetite, and he suddenly felt that from now on, he especially hated the chicken soup stewed in the pressure cooker.

Wang Zitao stood in front of the window, watching the night sink outside the window, and the whole city immediately changed into a completely different coat from the day. He put down his book, rubbed his eyes, and changed his position.

There was no light in his room, and when it was completely dark, all that was left of the light in his house was the small fiery red light on the cigarette butt in his hand, and the burning eyes of the white cat beside him.

Wang Zitao took a few puffs of cigarettes, there was an ashtray on the desk next to the windowsill, he put the cigarette butt in it and pressed it out, then returned to the bed, and continued to open the book, he didn't need light to see the contents of the book clearly, so he sat cross-legged on the bed and read for more than an hour, then threw down the book and jumped up in annoyance.

The white cat kept jumping on the bed with him, waited quietly for a long time, and when he saw him get up, he immediately rubbed over and "meowed" and screamed, and scratched his leg hard, reminding him that it had been a long time for dinner, and he was hungry.

"Go away," Wang Zitao kicked the white cat away impatiently, "It's all because of you, I made it like this today!

The cat was kicked by him inexplicably and couldn't help but look angry and meow in dissatisfaction. In addition to being very good at eating and sleeping, it is also very smelly and beautiful, and likes to play with the temper of a young lady, the most striking thing is that it has a change of expression on its face like a human, and it can't even catch a mouse.

In the past, my aunt deliberately refused to give him food, and he was reluctant to look for food even if he was starving to death, and other cats at least knew how to steal and eat. But the cat would only look at him pitifully, as if he owed it and had to take care of it.

"If I didn't care about you, I didn't have to wait until you died of old age, you would have starved to death!"

"Meow...... Meow ......" The white cat is still the same, with an expression of "it's your responsibility to be hungry", and meows at him non-stop.

Wang Zitao looked at its appearance, for so many years, only it had not changed, so the anger in his heart quickly dissipated. What kind of tantrum does he have with the cat for no reason? It's right, it's itself who is wrong, what's the matter with the cat, what does it understand?

"Bai Xue, I'm going to go out for a while, you remember, if I can't come back, you have to go out and find a way to survive by yourself, don't be so hungry that you can't stand it and don't want to move, don't wait at home to die, you know?"

"Meow...... Meow meow...... "Bai Xue didn't listen to him, hmph, if he didn't come back, he would starve to death to show him."

"Forget it, anyway, I don't expect you to understand what I'm saying, anyway, I'll open the cat hole, if I can't come back, you can go out and be a wild cat yourself, I really want to write a will and leave all the inheritance to you, but it will hurt you, my cousins and cousins will definitely kill you and rob your inheritance." ”

Wang Zitao's mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to him, and his father died eight years ago. Wang Zitao made a particularly hearty dinner for the white cat, and quietly walked out of the house while it was immersed in eating.

Night Star sighed and staggered out of the "City God Temple".

Yesterday, a friend of Nightstar was drinking and secretly told him that there seemed to be someone in the city that Nightstar was in charge of using evil magic to harm people, and reminded him to check it out when he was free, and not to wait for his superiors to find out before acting, otherwise Nightstar would be implicated.

What Nightstar hates most is this extra work. The number of people in charge of the city is already small, and his position is two shifts, one day of work, two days off, once he is busy, the daily work makes him have no time to take a breath, he can only use the rest time to deal with these emergencies.

Even if this kind of work is done, there will be no bonuses and rewards, and it is really uneconomical to try to hide it from the boss, so as not to be detained for lax management and causing chaos in the jurisdiction.

The people who can use evil magic in the world are some people with real skills, and the night star really doesn't want to contact these people, it's really annoying, how good it is to use these time to sleep...... He picked up the gourd, threw his head up and took another big sip, and then staggered towards the city center, where the night flowed like a large glass box filled with all kinds of colored gemstones.

"It's just beautiful......" one of his colleagues once commented, which was so true, he was also sarcastic at the time, he had never liked the city, no, I should say that he didn't like the world at all.

Nightstar was a servant before his death, so it's a bit similar to his current job. But at that time, the world was chaotic, and the servants were actually lackeys and thugs who were officials, even if they didn't want to oppress the good, and didn't want to be in the same stream with their colleagues, but they didn't have the ability to protect the good people.

When he knew that he was no longer a lackey of corrupt officials, he also had the idea of doing something for public welfare and then doing something good for the good people.

But slowly he found that although the underworld is not as dark and unfair as the yang, the bureaucracy is more prevalent, most of the ghosts are reading according to the book, strictly abiding by discipline, superfluous things, extra work are not willing to do, most of them focus on cultivation, only thinking that they can cultivate into immortals, and no one wants to care about the people in the yang.

He was still a little uncomfortable at first, often arguing and meddling in things, and he didn't know how many times he made the mistake of making a bad relationship with his colleagues. But then he got used to it.

Since there is no way to change the environment, it is easy to be changed by the environment. Now Nightstar feels that as long as he doesn't do bad things and finishes his job, it's good to drink and sleep. Since everyone is like this, of course I am happy to do this.

Night Star has now fallen in love with this kind of comfortable life of drinking, chatting, and sleeping after finishing work, anyway, he doesn't plan to be promoted, nor does he plan to cultivate to become an immortal, and now this kind of life is a small day of life, very leisurely, so he hates this kind of sudden incident caused by human behavior the most, and hates others the most to destroy the rhythm of life he is used to.

"Sorcery, sorcery...... It seems like...... There is such a thing...... "Night Star took a few steps, and suddenly remembered that a few days ago, it seemed that he had received a letter, which was to accuse some ghost master of using evil magic to borrow his life and hurt innocents. In this year, there are still people who go to the City God Temple to burn the shape, and the night star can't help but look at the shape a few times, and there is still a little impression, is this the case?

Where did the picture go? He searched around.

At that time, he was drunk, and after seeing it, he threw it away, and he didn't know where to throw it for a long time. He flipped over the table and chair, digging through the brick cracks in the corners, and then turned out the oil-stained paper in a paper basket filled with oiled paper for meaty dishes.

He hurriedly opened it and looked at it. The format of the shape is quite formal, the writing is smooth, it seems to be from the hands of senior civil officials in the underworld, he really guessed correctly, Ji Ao and Heidou were originally officials in the underworld, and the handwriting on it is neat brush words, and the writing is also the traditional Chinese characters that are still used in the underworld, and the writing is really beautiful, and it can be used as a model.

But there was nothing he needed most on it, and there was no name and identity of the person who submitted the complaint, and only four words were written on the place where the grass people were respected.

"I'll check the ass without the accuser!" "Nightstar screamed angrily.

He originally thought that as long as he found the person who surrendered, all the clues would be there, and then as long as he interrogated the plaintiff, maybe he would be able to stop suing, and of course the matter would be settled. I didn't expect this person to be so cunning, he didn't leave any clues about himself, and at that time, Night Star didn't pay attention, and now it is no less difficult to find this plaintiff than to go directly to the person who used evil magic.

Alas, human beings will only cause trouble to others, but they will evade their responsibilities! Don't let me find you, or I will give you a good look!

He, like most ghosts, has gradually forgotten that he was once a human being, after all, he has only lived in the human world for a few decades, and he has been a ghost for at least a few hundred years.

Lidan No. 2 Middle School: This statement says that the deceased died there, so I'll go to that place first.

Wang Zitao still climbed into the campus from the wall last time. He tried a spell that was said to make the human eye see at night, but it didn't work at all, but luckily he had brought a flashlight with him. But he thought about it, but he never dared to open it, but walked towards the dormitory building according to the memory of the last time he came.

The street lights on the campus are dim, and many of the lights are not lit at all, under the dense vegetation and buildings, as if those lights exist to add to the gloom of the campus night, no wonder there are so many legends about ghosts in every school, and it is simply the atmosphere that the school strives to create in order to save money.

Wang Zitao walked for a while, until a building appeared in front of him, and he realized that he had gone in the wrong direction, and instead of walking towards the dormitory building, he went around to the vicinity of the cafeteria. He looked around, and saw a large flowerbed in front of him, and the building he was going to was on the other side of the flowerbed.