The entire ninth floor was taken down by Mr. Wu, so there were no tenants here, and it seemed deserted.

The lights on the top of the hallway were turned off, but there were many candles lit in the corners.

The entire ninth floor is dimly lit, and when people walk on it, they will be reflected by the candles, and it looks like there are many people sticking to the wall, giving people a creepy feeling.

"Mr. Wu, where are you?" I asked in a low voice.

No one answered me.

In fact, I have noticed a long time ago that the door on the ninth floor is painted with gossip patterns.

Life and death Du Jingxiu, after a little calculation, I know which is the door of life and which is the door of death.

But I pretended not to understand, and I walked around the corridor twice, calling Mr. Wu in various ways.

Mr. Wu ignored me.

It dawned on me that he wanted me to enter a certain door by myself.

I chose a random door, knocked on it, and listened to the movement inside.

It's quiet inside.

I leaned over the cat's eye again and looked inside.

The cat's eye is looking from the inside out, and when I look from the outside in, I naturally can't see anything.

Actually, my purpose is not to look at things, but to secretly exert force to see if this door can be pushed open.

Not surprisingly, I failed, and the door wouldn't open.

So I chose another door.

When I chose the fourth gate, I did it again, sticking my eyes to the cat's eye.

This time, I was surprised to see what was going on inside the house.

There were two beds in the middle of the room, one of which appeared to contain a person.

I was stunned for a moment, thinking: Is this cat's eye pretending to be reversed?

Immediately after, the door in front of me creaked and opened.

The door was unlocked, it was hidden.

It seems that it was specially prepared for me, waiting for me to break in.

The moment I entered, I glanced at the symbol on the door.

It's a very special hexagram.

Ambiguous.

The soul of the Lord is separated from the body and hangs in the void. That is, out-of-body.

While I was still pondering this hexagram, the door behind me suddenly slammed and shut.

I was startled, and subconsciously wanted to open the door and leave.

But I held back, and I said to the person on the bed, "Mr. Wu? ”

The man didn't pay attention to me, he just lay on it, as if he was asleep.

I walked over lightly, took a look, and was amazed.

This person is not Mr. Wu, he and Mr. Wu look a little strange, but ......

It's an indescribable feeling.

I have seen Mr. Wu, the person on this bed is obviously different from Mr. Wu's facial features, but I always feel that he has similarities with Mr. Wu.

I can't see exactly what is similar.

I shook my head, then gently patted the man on the face.

He didn't wake up, and I didn't feel any temperature on him.

It's a corpse.

I'm a practitioner, and I'm not afraid of corpses, so I'm calm. But I suddenly remembered that Wu He was not a cultivator, he should be afraid.

So after a second of silence, I ran outside.

When I was running away, I secretly thought in my heart: Actually, this is fine, the second before can be understood as frightened.

When people were frightened, they were very agile, and I even crawled like a monkey, and quickly ran to the door and pulled the door open.

When the door opened, I was shocked.

Mr. Wu was standing outside, and he looked at me condescendingly.

It was a strange gesture, as if he had expected me to come out, so he bent over and waited for me.

I was surprised for a second, and then I suddenly reacted: I just ...... Mr. Wu has been observing me through the cat's eye? So he's in a bent state.

I tried to hide my true emotions, and then said to Mr. Wu tremblingly, "Inside...... There are people in it, and there are dead people. ”

Mr. Wu stretched out his hand, dragged me up from the ground, and said gently, "What are you afraid of?" People always have to die. ”

Me: "......"

Mr. Wu dragged me and said, "Let's go, this is also a poor man, let's go give him a ride." ”

I trembled and followed Mr. Wu in.

Mr. Wu said to me, "Your birthday is here, and I have prepared a birthday gift for you." ”

I looked at Mr. Wu curiously: "What's my birthday present?" ”

Mr. Wu looked at me and just smiled and didn't speak.

I laughed dryly, and said a little weakly, "It can't be this dead man, right?" ”

Mr. Wu laughed: "You think too much. ”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Mr. Wu opened the cabinet and took out a cake from it.

He placed the cake on the table, carefully lit the candles, and said to me with a smile, "Come, let's celebrate." ”

I coughed dryly: "Right here?" ”

Mr. Wu said, "Otherwise? ”

I pointed to the corpse next to me: "Guarding a corpse? ”

Mr. Wu smiled: "Coincidentally, his death day is the same day as your birthday." I just bought one cake and celebrated with a piece. ”

Me: "......"

Is there anything more obscure than this?

However, I know my identity, a rich man among ordinary people, in front of a cultivator like Mr. Wu, I still have to keep my voice down.

So I said embarrassedly, "Mr. Wu is really broad-minded." I'm so ashamed of myself, I'm ashamed of myself. ”

Mr. Wu smiled: "Don't worry, it'll be fine in the future." ”

Then, he turned off the lights.

Inside the room, only the candlelight on the cake remained.

The candlelight flickered back and forth, reflecting the words on the cake.

Those words are not a happy birthday, a longevity than Nanshan, and an eternally eighteen years old.

A hexagram was drawn with cream.

It's still disconnected.

Mr. Wu smiled and said, "What? Interested in cakes? Keep staring. ”

I laughed dryly and said, "This cake is quite chic." ”

Mr. Wu smiled: "I found three cake shops, and finally someone was willing to take this job, I gave them the drawings and let them follow the drawings." People of your age like cakes, and we used to send a longevity peach. ”

I hypocritically responded: "Thank you, Mr. Wu, let Mr. Wu bother." ”

Mr. Wu waved his hand: "It's okay, it's nothing." ”

Then, he set the plates.

One for me, one for him, and one more next to me.

I whispered to Mr. Wu, "Anyone else coming?" How is there an extra one? ”

Mr. Wu sighed: "Isn't there still him?" ”

He pointed to the corpse next to him.

Me: "......"

It's really creepy.

Mr. Wu smiled at me: "Actually, he's always there." If you don't believe me, look back. ”

I looked back and saw nothing.

I turned my head and looked at Mr. Wu in confusion.

Mr. Wu smiled and said, "You look back again, look carefully, look carefully." ”

I looked at it carefully this time, and soon, my cold sweat came down.

I saw three shadows on the wall.

One is mine, one is Mr. Wu's, and the other is unknown.

The shadow sat at the table, just like us, straight and straight, without any movement.

"I told you, he's always there." Mr. Wu suddenly whispered in my ear.

My throat is a little tight.

I whispered, "You mean ......"

I pointed to the empty stool next to me, "There's a ghost sitting here?" ”

Mr. Wu nodded.

Then he said to me, "It is better to call a ghost than a spirit." ”

Me: "......"

Mr. Wu smiled at me: "I'm about to become the richest man in Ancheng, are you even afraid of your soul?" There will be many more such things in the future. ”

I don't know how close Wu and Mr. Wu are, but I want to trap them.

So I took a risk.

I said to Mr. Wu, "Why can I be the richest man in Anseong?" Is it because of luck? ”

Mr. Wu nodded: "Of course, otherwise do you think I'm lying to you?" ”

I said, "What's the use of this luck?" For a cultivator like you, is there any reward for working so hard to protect Anseong? Otherwise, it's too hard. ”

Mr. Wu smiled as if he was going to tell me.

But he just opened his mouth, and suddenly changed the subject.

He said to me, "The candle has been lit for a while, so blow it out." Don't forget to make a wish before blowing out the candles. ”

Me: "......"

What the heck? Blow a bullshit candle.

There's a ghost sitting next to me, and that's scary enough.

Isn't it even more scary when the candle is blown out and the whole room is pitch black?

Mr. Wu urged me to say, "Why don't you blow it quickly?" It's not good to miss the hour. ”

So I opened my mouth to blow out the candles.

Mr. Wu said, "Don't forget to make a wish before blowing out the candles. ”

I sighed, and began to think silently in my heart: I hope I can successfully rescue my grandfather......

When I thought of this, I suddenly retracted my thoughts: No, I made a fart wish. I'm not really Wu He, I'm just pretending to be him to investigate Mr. Wu. Today isn't my birthday either.

So I just pretended.

After making a wish, I opened my mouth wide to blow out the candle.

As a result, at this time, a cloudy wind blew beside me, which made me feel cold all over my body.

Then, with a pop, the candles on the cake went out.

The whole room was pitch black.

In the darkness, Mr. Wu's faint voice came: "Look, you refused to let you quickly blow out the candles just now, and you were preempted by others, right?" ”

I cautiously asked, "Who preempted it?" ”

Mr. Wu sighed: "Who else?" The one next to you, of course. Now, the living man's cake has become the dead man's cake. ”

"But it's okay, the taste won't be affected too much."

Me: "......"

Is it the candle blowing out next to me?

It's scary.