"There are too many things mixed in your blood, maybe that additional attribute will take effect, depending on the will of heaven and their creation."

The painter handed the inkstone to Shiyi, took out a band-aid from his arms, and helped Jiuya seal the wound.

Then the painter walked behind the counter with the inkstone, changed to a smaller brush, and the rat boss took out the teacup in the box and handed it to the painter.

The painter painted carefully on each cup, and handed it to the mouse after the painting, and the mouse put the tea bag, poured water, and handed the tea tray to the mouse brother.

The little rat put the tea in front of everyone, and they sat in their designated positions, sitting cross-legged, looking down and sniffing the tea, and the gloom on their faces was relieved a lot.

It was getting dark, the lighting in the house was almost entirely dependent on candlesticks, and after the teacups were distributed, Jiuya realized that the room was so quiet that she could hear her own breathing.

Jiuya subconsciously leaned her ear to the crack of the door and listened, but it was still deafening outside the house, and the ghost crying wolf howl of Guno in the hotel echoed in the street, making people shudder.

Jiuya weighed left and right, instead of going back to go back with Guno and not giving face to the Midyear Festival, it was better to spend the Midyear Festival quietly here.

"Everyone, today is the mid-year festival of mankind, the day of remembrance and commemoration of the ancestors, also known as the Ghost Festival, the ghost gate is wide open, and the ghosts who cannot be reincarnated without household registration can pass through the ghost gate, go to re-register, and ask for a good fortune."

Shiyi sat down at the counter, overlooking the circle formed on the ground, rubbing his eyes from time to time.

"You are all disgruntled souls, and if you go directly, you will be arrested as a thug, so please raise your glass and speak freely, forget the past before twelve o'clock, and register happily."

Shiyi was smoked by the smoke after the candle burned, and his tears came down, and he cursed in his heart that the candle quality was too poor.

But his act of wiping his tears moved the demons sitting on the ground, and there were people he didn't know to cry for himself, this man was simply a light shining into his heart.

The demons lowered their heads one after another, took a deep breath of the hot air floating in the teacup, and wept together with Shiyi.

Jiuya looked inexplicable, Yang Shiyi didn't say anything touching, why did a room of people cry with him? Could it be that it was smoked by candles? Or are your tears too high and you don't realize the true meaning of raising billions of words?

Jiuya sat cross-legged on the ground against the door, watching them burst into tears.

"Ahem...... If you have any grievances, it is also for the good of your own future. The painter looked at the painting style that was deviated by Shiyi, and hurriedly helped to recover it, and if it was dragged down, Jiuya's blood should work.

"Then let me say it first, I am a goose, a goose with anthurium, it is because my dripping feet (jue) are so good-looking, that I suffered from this misfortune."

After the goose finished speaking, he reached out and took out a pair of goose paws from his pocket.

"Do you know what the iron plate looks like?"

The demons shook their heads.

"I know, the red one, low burning fire, I was locked in a special cage, only my feet were exposed, the dripping feet were washed very clean, even the lines were rubbed without a little mud, and I went to remove the old skin! That's the luxury of washing my mouth in my life! ”

The goose sat on the ground, revealing its bare calves, and put the soles of its feet on its legs.

"After washing my feet, let me soak in the sauce jar for a night, it's that kind of jar, it's very small, just enough to put me in one foot, it can't say that it's beautiful, it's quite fragrant, it is estimated that I have been hungry for three days, and I can eat anything."

The painter found a needle and thread, and asked Jiuya to put on a spiritualist hand and go over to help.

"The next day, I was brought into the banquet hall, a table of people, suits and leather shoes are very large! Seeing that my saliva was dripping down, I threw money directly out of my pocket, and the one with the highest price got it, and my pair of feet were bought by a foreign model for 1,000 yuan. ”

The goose saw that Jiuya was about to leave by herself, and pushed Jiuya's hand away.

"Let me finish! I used to be just an ordinary big white goose, and I never thought I would be so valuable! Until the iron plate is standing! I just knew that I could dance! It wasn't until I shouted hoarse in my voice that I knew that my dance was worthless, it was worth dripping, it was these feet! The moment the knife falls! I was thrown directly into the kitchen waste and suffocated to death by a plastic bag! I hate it! ”

Jiuya listened to the goose say this, her hands didn't dare to touch it at all, and it would hurt for several days if she was scalded by hot water, iron plate goose paws! This is much more upscale clubhouse, directly with live geese.

"You don't have to hate, we'll help you recover and keep a whole corpse." Shi Yi snatched the spiritualist in Jiuya's hand, grabbed the goose's hands and left the designated place painted by the painter.

The goose immediately turned into a big white goose, and it was not the hands that Shiyi grabbed it, but the wings, pressed it to the ground, and the painter quickly helped the goose sew the soles of his feet.

"Goose...... Goose...... Goose......! ”

The goose with sound palms struggled, and was thrown into the cage prepared by the rat boss, and the teacup was also served, and the hot steam on the goose's face, and it lay quietly in the cage.

"It's nice to have something to say, isn't this a sleepy thing to do, okay, the next one."

Shiyi kicked away the place where the geese had sit, moved a stool and sat over, wanting to show that he was closer to them, and really wanted to hear them tell their stories.

But the rest of the demons, you look at me, I look at you, and then look at the treatment of the goose from the body, all of them are silent.

"Speak freely, don't be restrained, if you don't force me to do it, you can be reincarnated well, right?"

Shiyi stood up, reached out and took out the beast taming whip from the counter, as soon as the beast taming whip came out, the demons took the exam, and a little demon with black pointed ears trembled and raised his hand.

"What do you have to say!" Shiyi became fierce with a straight face.

"Me! I just wanted to ask why I died. ”

"You're a dog? It's only a four- or five-month-old dog. He looked at it for a moment before he spoke.

"Well, I'm a dog, and I'm the right age, but I don't know how to die!"

"Tell me about it." Shiyi put the whip back on the counter, sat back on the stool, and waited for the little milk dog to speak.

"I have five brothers and sisters, I can't afford to raise them, and they were all buried by my mother's owner, after all, they are still young and don't understand anything, and when they are buried, they are directly taken away by black and white impermanence."

"Kid, fast forward a little, it's half past six now." I didn't expect this little guy to start talking directly from its birth.

"I was adopted because I was cute, and then I was like being by my mother's side, making trouble as much as I wanted, but I was beaten and warned not to do that."

"People have their own rules, you are a pet dog, you have to learn to understand."

"But I'm a local dog, I raised it to watch the door, people beat me, I ran away, I was scared and didn't dare to go home, and then I was surrounded by a group of children."

The little milk dog looked up at the sky and remembered obediently.