I got up from the hospital bed, and the sound of rain suddenly sounded outside the window, ticking and beating in the silent city, the rain imprinted in the city, and also imprinted in my heart, I remember that Qing'er loved to drench when it rained, she smiled and said to me:

"Dad, why are you hiding from the rain, aren't you sad when you're like this?"

The fat man sighed and said: "On a June day, the face of the doll will change, I think the plane will not be able to fly tonight, and this rain will probably be accompanied by thunder." ”

As soon as the fat man's voice fell, thunder sounded in the sky outside, and I said helplessly: "Fat man, is your mouth open?" ”

The fat man smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I worshipped the gods before I came......"

It seems that I can't go tonight, I think Lotus Village should be heavily guarded now, I don't know much about Dr. Gu, but as my gold owner, I still know some of his personalities more or less.

He doesn't interfere with Qing'er's life, but he does cast a net around the village to prevent the main character from getting out of his control.

The financier will do this, but I'm not sure if Dr. Gu is also in this kind of character, it's like the Internet is the same as reality, maybe on the Internet he is the one who stomps his feet and the whole server trembles, maybe he is the one who writes a random piece of shit and has millions of reads. But in reality, he may be a person who can't even lift his head under the pressure of life, or he is a person who is willing to work hard for a lifetime for one thing, but the trend of the general trend has forced him to the other extreme.

I smiled and said to the fat man, "This hospital is the middle line of yin and yang, so do you think we will meet ghosts here?" ”

The fat man snorted coldly and said, "That's not for sure." But who are you and me, if you really encounter a ghost, you should worry about the safety of the ghost. ”

I said, "I'll forget it, I don't have the slightest yang energy in my body that can be mobilized now, and you still want me to catch ghosts,"

The fat man looked at me in surprise and said, "No! Are you so bad now! ”

I glanced at the fat man and said, "This is the second thing I asked you for, I want to recover my strength, but this body is too poor in physique, and I don't have any money, so you help me recuperate my body, and then I will start cultivating." ”

"Which one do you do first?" The fat man asked.

"Of course, we must first determine Qing'er's safety, and then talk about other things after Qing'er is settled." I watched the heavy rain outside the window, and my thoughts gradually flew outward, and the only thing I was most worried about was Qing'er.

But then an inappropriate voice interrupted my empty state.

"An Yu, you just said that you don't have any money, right?" The fat man's eyes looked at me directly, and I felt a little numb in my heart.

I squinted at him and said, "What's the matter, you still have to charge me?" ”

Not to be outdone, the fat man glared at me and said: "What's the matter, you still want to eat the overlord meal, my fat man has been walking the rivers and lakes for decades, who dares to play a scoundrel in me!" ”

I said indifferently: "I dare, you don't accept to bite me." ”

"I'm sorry, I don't eat...... the fat man said politely.

I lay comfortably on the hospital bed, looked at the ceiling and said slowly: "Oops, when did that Wang Shentong become an ungrateful bastard, someone was framed by his peers in 2014 and imprisoned, who did not hesitate to risk being wanted and rescued someone when he was about to be euthanized." In the first half of 2015, someone robbed the tomb and strayed into the corpse cave, trapped in the Chang'an bell by the mutated zombie group, who did not hesitate to burn the entire underground palace to save someone, so Lao Tzu was also cursed by zombies, and he couldn't eat meat for a year! ”

Speaking of this, I get angry, I have lived the life of a serious monk for a whole year, and the monk eats more meat than me!

This dead fat man relied on learning the art of finding the dragon for a few days, and he had to go to the dragon's lair noisily, but this guy was not skilled and did not listen to persuasion, now it is good, his first hole is not only not the auspicious dragon's lair, but also a famous corpse cave from ancient times to the present!

The corpse cave is divided into single corpses and group corpses, and the number of group corpses can usually reach hundreds or even thousands, but although the number of group corpses is large, it is far less threatening than a single corpse, so the fat man was lucky that time, and he did not encounter a single corpse cave.

Since then, the fat man has never mentioned the Dragon's Lair again.

I continued: "In the second half of 2015, someone was almost made a scapegoat due to a sectarian dispute, who brought him an ancient call and saved him from danger! ”

I counted them one by one, and slowly counted the dead fat man without shame, this guy's ability is not small, and people in the industry call him Wang Shentong, which shows how much influence he has, but this guy's combat effectiveness is really not high, just because his cultivation talent is not good, and there is no way.

If you don't have talent, you can't complain about others, just like if you look ugly, although it's not your fault, but it's your fault that you don't have enough strength and come out to die.

He is also very fond of recklessness, and has put himself in danger several times, but I have saved him.

But he seems to have changed a lot since I died, and it is not easy to live until now.

Feel it and give it a thumbs up!

The fat man said almost helplessly: "Don't say it! If you squeak something, the sword mountain and the sea of fire, my king fat man will never blink his eyes! ”

I smiled and said, "Well, good, I didn't misunderstand you. ”

The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, and it's midnight now, but I don't feel sleepy, maybe I just came back from the underworld, and the jet lag hasn't reversed.

Although I am not sleepy, the snoring of the fat man next to me has already started, and it feels like the sound of a tractor.

Falling asleep in the rain is indeed a happy thing, the sound of the ticking rain is like a lullaby in nature, ticking, ticking, urging you to fall asleep as soon as possible, at this time if the piano sounds, it is a kind of spiritual enjoyment, spiritual intoxication.

Although I don't have a piano, but I have already heard music in my heart, gentle, comfortable, my fingers gently caress on the black and white keys, with every touch, the note can always sound in my ears, is this the charm of music? No, it's the charm of the heart.

'Ding...... Boom...... Bite...... Ding'

It seems that music is also ringing in my ears, and slowly the music becomes clearer and clearer, as if it is ringing in my ears, is this a realm? No, I really heard a regular sound.

I hurriedly opened my eyes and saw a middle-aged man sitting by the window watching the heavy rain outside the window, silently playing Kiss The Rain by Lee Boe-min.

He wears a tuxedo, his waist is straight, and he enjoys the music with his eyes closed.

From the graceful ups and downs of his fingers, I could tell that this guy in front of me was professional.

I'm sorry, and I'm a professional!

I immediately raised my finger and quickly danced in the air, trying to draw a ghost talisman, but I only remembered after a long time that I remembered that this was the yang world, and my yin qi was long gone!

Knee-jerk reaction......

I immediately kicked at the dead fat man who was sleeping on the bed next to me, but I didn't wake up, and I took the opportunity to make up for it a few more times, so I finally kicked him off the bed.

The fat man was woken up by me and pointed at me and yelled, "What do you want to do, two dogs!" ”

I hurriedly pointed to the window and said, "You can't see an uninvited guest!" ”

After I finished speaking, the fat man quickly pulled an eye out of his pocket, and when I looked at the window again, the middle-aged man was gone.

Actually, he didn't disappear, I just couldn't see him.

He can let me see it, or he can't let me see it, there are no more than two reasons why he appeared, one is that he wants to kill me or possess and suck yin qi, etc., and the other is that he wants me to help and asks me for help.

In the world, although ghosts stay in the world because they have grievances and are unwilling to be reincarnated, some ghosts have low yin qi and weak strength because their grievances are not heavy. When they have some wishes, they show up and ask someone to help them. If that person doesn't help, they usually possess that person and slowly absorb that person's yin energy to strengthen their body, and few ghosts will voluntarily disappear after being rejected.

I don't know if this ghost has disappeared, because I can't feel it now, I'm just an ordinary person.

But thankfully, I was accompanied by a professional, and although he was not as strong as I used to be, he still had no problem dealing with a lonely ghost.

I saw that the fat man put on the pair of glasses and took out a pistol, he slowly raised the pistol and pointed it at the window, I looked in the direction he pointed, it turned out that the ghost did not leave.

The fat man pointed at the ghost and said, "It's up to you whether to die or go down." ”

Then the ghost appeared, still sitting at the piano, his fingertips dancing gracefully on the keys, and he said, "Death or death, I just want to stay here a little longer." ”

The fat man looked at me suspiciously and said, "Huh? I've never seen such a request. ”

I also shook my head: "I haven't seen it either." ”

The ghost began to speak to himself, he said: "My name is Huang Chuanlang, I am a musician, a very unpopular musician, my life is only accompanied by piano and music......

But reality has told him again and again that no one listens to your fucking playing!

So he chose an extreme path amid the scolding and opposition of his family and the sarcasm and ridicule of his friends.

He wants to use his life to interpret the beauty of music.

He spent all his savings to buy a grand piano and rented a studio on his own, where he played the final chapter of his own life.

I saw that there was a deep cut on both of his wrists, and every key of the piano was stained with his blood, which looked very strange but also had a mysterious beauty.