Song Shuyun already had a general understanding of the background of her mission, so she sent Feng Miao away.

At this time, the streamer also sorted out the things that should be investigated.

"There are many kinds of demon seeds, and different planes have different definitions, most of which are formed by the condensation of negative energy."

"There are some special ones that aren't, but those have nothing to do with our mission."

"The demon seed of this mission is a typical demon seed of condensation of negative energy. The sacrifice that needs to be triggered is the person who has the most important weight in the host's heart, and the more sacrifices you make, the stronger the energy of the demon seed. ”

Song Shuyun's eyes almost didn't burst out when she heard this, this task is a bit evil!

"Is there another such mission?"

Aren't we lamp keepers a positive role?

Are all the task steps glorious?

Even if some of the methods are not very glorious, they can be regarded as flaws......

What is this task!?

Song Shuyun couldn't get over this hurdle in her heart.

"Of course! This is also the reason why the lantern keeper needs to do this kind of task, the demon seed must be taken out before it can be prompted, if it is not the lamp keeper who shoots, but someone else, then the result you can probably imagine! ”

Having said that, Song Shuyun still accepted that she couldn't.

"But the person who was put in the host's heart is innocent, just because of this sacrifice, how innocent!"

Streamer was stunned for a moment, but replied in an instant.

"This sacrifice is not what you think, this sacrifice is actually a sacrifice of the host's negative energy for a certain moment, not the soul or life. There's room for maneuver! ”

Song Shuyun raised her eyebrows, and she understood it at once.

In other words, if the demon seed absorbs the energy of pain, it can be obtained as long as the host is painful, and if he sees his relatives die, he will be painful, then as long as the moment produces painful emotions, but it is reasonable to find out afterwards that the relatives are not actually dead.

However, this is obviously more difficult than actually killing a person, and the size in the middle is not easy to grasp, so we still have to see the specific situation when the time comes.

"Then I get it! So how do we determine which kind of demon seed the host in our mission has? Is there any means of detection? ”

"There is no means of detection, but the demon seed is not parasitic for everyone, what is needed is someone who fits with it, as long as you understand the life of this person, you can probably know which type of demon seed it is. Because of the different demon species, the way of sacrifice is also different. ”

The one-person-one-system said a lot of details about the characteristics of the demon seed, and in the end, Song Shuyun asked how to take it out.

"The Lantern Keeper has a sense of the demon seed, and it can be taken out as long as it is prompted. After the demon seed is removed, whether the host will die or not depends on how deeply his soul is entangled with the demon seed, and the deeper the entanglement, the higher the mortality rate. ”

Song Shuyun didn't expect it to be like this.

"I always thought that the demon seed absorbed so much negative energy from a person, and as long as it was taken out, the host would die!"

Streamer hastened to explain.

"Judging from the data as of just now, the mortality rate of the host after the demon seed is taken out is only about forty percent, and some people's evil thoughts are controlled by the demon seed, and his own conscience is still there, as long as he keeps his heart, he will not die!"

This data shocked Song Shuyun.

"Forty percent! If you follow it, it's not a lot! ”

Song Shuyun is definitely finding fault, the demon seed is not an ordinary thing after all, and being able to choose a host means that this person himself is also problematic.

"Forty percent is already very few, and about sixty percent of the hosts who survived, most of their demon seeds are obsessed with hatred, etc., after getting what they want, they will be taken out with a little control, in other words, even if these people don't have the lamp keeper, they may not be able to do anything big in the future."

"And the demon seed that is really in harmony with desire, basically no host can survive......"

Needless to say, Song Shuyun already understood the reason as soon as she heard it.

Those people must be deeply entangled with the demon seed, or even if there is no demon seed, they are demons themselves.

"Almost, there's nothing special to prepare for this mission, let's start the mission!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Shuyun's eyes flickered, and she was already sitting on a desk with a lamp on, and there was a book in front of her that had been turned many times.

Song Shuyun didn't have the leisure to read, because there was no plot reminder, she only closed her eyes and recalled the client's memories and her mission goals this time.

The host of the demon seed is named Xiao Rong, who is forty-four years old this year, and lives in another city far away from the county seat where the client is at the moment.

The client, Feng Miao, does not have the slightest memory of this person in his impression, as if they are two people who are not related.

However, this was only a superficial phenomenon, and she didn't think that the Lord God would let her choose someone who had nothing to do with the mission goal to do this.

If she doesn't know what the connection between the two is now, it can only be because she still knows too little about the target.

Just as he was thinking about it, someone suddenly kicked the chair behind him.

Song Shuyun turned her head to look.

The client, Feng Miao, lives in a seventy-square-meter two-bedroom living room, and originally had his own bedroom, but when his younger brother was four years old, he said that the children in the kindergarten had begun to live alone, and instead of asking for his own bedroom, Feng Miao slept on the balcony.

There was only a curtain between her 'room' and the living room.

Now that the curtain was lifted, five-year-old Feng Jie ran over, and when he saw Song Shuyun turning his head to look at him, he immediately smiled and flattered, and took out a box of cards from behind him.

"Sister, you tear it up for me!"

The cards in the box were all in small packages, and there were sixty bags in one big box, and five cards in none of them.

This kind of thing that other people's children only buy one bag at a time, while Feng Jie can buy one box at a time has always been common.

Song Shuyun was a little panicked in her heart, she hadn't remembered what happened before her death for a long time, and at this moment, she and Feng Miao couldn't help but empathize.

Feng Miao wanted to buy a head flower for two days, but Feng Jie could spend money at a young age, and every time he talked to his parents, they wouldn't talk about Feng Jie, but would only ask Feng Miao if he disliked them for being poor in their early years and treated her badly......

"Sister......

Feng Jie leaned closer and held the box up on the table, his eyes shining.

Song Shuyun was embarrassed that she couldn't find a child, and she said that she didn't suffer from widowhood but unevenness, and many things were not at fault with Feng Jie, but with the Feng family's parents.

She smiled and touched Feng Jie's head, took out scissors from the pen holder on the table, picked up more than a dozen packaging bags in one hand, shook them, threw the cards to one end, cut the packaging directly with scissors, and then poured it on the table.

Feng Jie stood on tiptoe and couldn't see the situation on the table, so he hurriedly stepped on Song Shuyun's stool and looked up.

Song Shuyun saw that he was in a hurry, so she stood up directly and carried him to the stool, Feng Jie was not honest, stood up directly, and said excitedly.

"Sister! You're amazing! Ahh......hh

Speaking of the excitement and climbing on the table, Song Shuyun didn't hold him down, and Feng Mu Caiyun heard it.

Seeing that Song Shuyun and Feng Jie didn't know what to do on the balcony, they immediately said.

"Miao Miao, why don't you let your brother sleep so late, don't let him play!"

She seemed to be in a bad mood, and she was also haggard, and Song Shuyun's expression immediately became light.

"Well, I'll cut him out of these cards and let him go back."

As she spoke, she quickly cut open the card packaging, poured the cards inside on the table, and let Feng Jie make a gesture of turning over the cards, while she packed up the packages and threw them into the trash can on the side.

On the balcony, the place that belonged to her was very small, only a chest of drawers with all her clothes, a single bed 90 centimeters wide, and a small desk, under which were neatly stacked the textbooks and notes she had been studying.

Song Shuyun looked at this situation, and wondered whether the client also had her own obsession with reading, thinking that if she had time, she could work hard.

Just thinking about it, Feng's mother had already come over to take Feng Jie away.

Feng Jie, who was playing on the rise, naturally didn't want to, and he was arguing there.

Feng's mother slapped him twice angrily, beating him to tears, and the two left the balcony, and conveniently, Feng's mother also turned off the lamp on Song Shuyun's desk.

One big and one small left the living room noisily and returned to their respective rooms, leaving Song Shuyun alone in the dark living room and sighed deeply.

Obviously, the Feng family is not so difficult, but the second elder of the Feng family is uncomfortable when he sees his daughter spending an extra penny.

There are no ups and downs in this kind of day, just all the trivial things piled together, which is very suffocating.

Song Shuyun can see at night, so naturally she didn't turn on the lamp to provoke, but just picked up Feng Jie's dirty cushion and slapped it twice in the dark, and wiped the chair with a rag at the head of the bed before putting it back.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning, at four o'clock, Feng's father got up and prepared to go to work, Song Shuyun thought he was noisy, so he also got up, ready to go out to see the situation, and solve the affairs of the Feng family as soon as possible.

She looked through the client's things and took out the more than two hundred yuan that Feng Miao had saved for several years.

As soon as Father Feng saw that she was also up, he said to her while washing his face.

"You can cook me some noodles, there is still some food on the balcony, if you don't eat it, it will rot!"

Song Shuyun was about to go out for a meal, and when she recalled slightly, she remembered that the client had to get up to cook every day.

And this family of four has to cook three meals.

Feng's father has to eat noodles and noodles and noodle soup every day, and Feng's mother has to eat water and rice and side dishes every day, and the side dishes are good to say, they are all pickled by herself, and she doesn't have to cut them every day, but she has to eat the kind of rice cooked with rice, and she has to cook it with the leftovers from last night, no matter whether it is good or not, it always takes a lot of work.

And Feng Jie, it's even more compelling, every day sandwiches, and rice, then there must be eggs, meat and vegetables, but it is nutritious and healthy, but unfortunately she still has to omelette and frittaf every day!

Sure enough, there's a reason to wake up at four o'clock in the morning!

Song Shuyun exhaled, this is not an unbearable thing, after all, such a dull life is what most families have to experience.

Song Shuyun's cooking skills are good, and her speed is quite good, and she quickly cooked a big bowl of noodles for Feng's father.

The noodles are ready-made, but they just waste some cooking effort.

After Father Feng finished washing, changed into a pair of work clothes, shaved his beard, cleaned himself up, and sat down at the dining table and snorted and ate noodles.

"Miao Miao, your noodles cooked today are delicious!"

After eating, Feng's father wiped his mouth, did not clean up the dishes and chopsticks, only symbolically encouraged, and left the house.

Song Shuyun rolled her eyes when she looked at the noodle soup that had collapsed on the table, and then took the dishes and chopsticks and wiped the table before the kitchen continued to work.

By the time everything was packed up and I went out, it was already half past seven.

Fortunately, Feng Jie didn't need her to send her to kindergarten, otherwise she would have a bigger head.

She went straight to the place where she worked, and went directly to resign, cutting through the mess quickly is what she needs to do now, there are still so many tasks ahead, and she still doesn't know anything about Xiao Rong, so there is no point in spending it here.

After that, she went to buy a ticket to the city the day after tomorrow.

She already has a certain understanding of these people in the Feng family, and believes that she can do it within two days.

After that, she went to check the laws and regulations here, and printed a few contracts according to the standard template.

I contacted some recruitment units in the city, asked about the salary, and then went home after I had a rough idea.

At this time, it was still afternoon, Song Shuyun didn't eat out in order to save money, she finished buying a ticket or something, and there was not much money left in her pocket, Feng's mother would definitely not give it to her again, she could save a little bit now, and it would be fine after a while.

Feng's mother was not at home, Song Shuyun began to pack her things, she didn't have a suitcase, so she only found a larger environmental bag to make do, anyway, she didn't have much things, Feng Miao didn't even have a bottle of decent cosmetics, and she didn't have two clothes, so she quickly sorted them out.

As soon as she finished cleaning up, Father Feng entered the door tiredly.

When she saw Song Shuyun here, she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then immediately frowned.

"Why are you back?"

Song Shuyun didn't want to cause conflicts, and thought that she would talk about what she decided together when Feng Mu came back, so she said perfunctorily.

"I'm a little unwell, I'll be back early today."

The worry in Father Feng's eyes flashed, and he asked a few more simple words, and seeing that Song Shuyun's situation didn't seem to be able to take leave at all, he complained.

"Try not to ask for leave if you don't have much to do, and you can work for 200 a month! You said that I could earn back 200 yuan by doing how much work I did, but you are good, and you will come back with a leave of absence without much of a big deal! ”

"It's not as good as before, you still have a younger brother, let's not earn more now, and when I and your mother die in the future, won't it be a burden to you......"

Song Shuyun didn't say a word and swept and wiped, pretending not to hear.

As soon as he saw her like this, as soon as Father Feng's hard work clothes took off, he threw them directly on her legs, Song Shuyun's body reacted quickly, and she moved in an instant, and she dodged lightly, and before she could say anything, Father Feng had already spoken.

"If you don't go to work, you will wash my clothes, don't point to your mother to wash them, you are such an adult, you feel sorry for us at all!"

Song Shuyun exhaled deeply, and the mop rod in her hand was instantly deflated.

Sure enough, if it's not my own father, I can't stand it for a second!