Murong Cao came to his senses and found that he had returned to the spiritual place. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However......

Bodhi is not there.

Yang Muqing was not there.

On the wooden Buddha's hand on the table was placed a suspicious note resembling a "letter", with a faint sandalwood fragrance.

The first thing that caught the eye was Yang Muqing's upright and powerful font at a glance.

"Ah Cao, I need to retreat with Master for a period of time, at most for a month, or as little as half a month. The food that has been fried for you for three days in the refrigerator can be eaten by heating it in the microwave, and the snack cabinet has been filled for you, you have to eat well, rest well, and don't read it. ”

Next is the handwriting of the Bodhi dragon, the flying phoenix, and the handwriting that is difficult to read with the naked eye.

"My mana is restored, hahaha! Listen, I'll be back, promise me to do it, or you won't see my good apprentice! ”

This is really "kind-hearted" to threaten others with his own apprentices.

She pushed open Yang Muqing's door and found that there was a suitcase missing in the corner, and a few clothes that she often wore in the closet, but there were a lot of other things, and she could even see that she had cleaned up before going out.

Murong Cao pressed his temples and quickly digested the information in front of him, since Yang Muqing and Bodhi Zi were both alive, it meant that they had already dealt with the food wish during the time they had been unconscious.

So why did you pass out? She remembers the last lucid impression in her mind was in the restaurant on the top floor of Yunlun Building.

Don't...... Is there something wrong with that cup of coffee that tastes great and great!?

Murong Cao walked around the empty room, thinking about the cause and effect, and took out his mobile phone to broadcast a call, but he happened to see the text message sent by Xie Hua last night.

Yu Li died suddenly, and she became the next target.

In this way, it makes sense.

The restaurant on the top floor is definitely not an ordinary place, or the owner who makes the coffee himself is not an ordinary person, and he actually happened to hit the muzzle of the gun.

But no matter how thrilling the process was, the matter was over, which meant that you could sit back and wait for the money to be collected.

Without saying a word, she made a phone call to Xie Hua to confirm that the real calm had been restored over there, but before she could speak, Xie Hua had already taken the initiative to inform her that the final payment would be paid to the account of the Soul Asking Institute immediately.

Such a sensible customer, I really hope to meet a few more, Murong Cao thought.

"Yu Li's death didn't cause any trouble?" She pretended to care.

After all, she doesn't have a good impression of Li, and she can confirm that Luo Xin's injustice has nothing to do with her.

"The cause of death was determined to be death from a sudden illness, cerebral shock, cardiac arrest, and the boss spent some money to calm the situation."

Death from overwork is quite in line with Yu Li's workaholic setting, it is estimated that everyone will sigh for a while, and after a while, they will not think of this person again.

This world is filled with a large amount of information every day, everyone seems to be extremely busy, there are a lot of joys and sorrows to digest, it is too easy to forget a person, even if that person has been deeply rooted in your heart, the fragrance of that flower of longing will become weaker and more blurred, until one day, you finally begin to question your own heart.

Murong Cao returned to the forbidden room, there was no trace of innocence or unfathomable expression on his face, and the whole person relaxed, so normal that it seemed a little abnormal.

There are several pictures of beauties hanging on one wall of the forbidden room, the middle one is a delicate and soft long-haired beauty lying horizontally under the plum tree, holding a pot in her left hand, looking up and drinking, the clouds and temples are slanted, the light shirt is in the mud, all kinds of romance, the beauty of the whole picture jumps on the paper, only makes people feel empty and lonely, and does not feel the slightest absurdity and indecency, the name of the painting is "Relief of Worries".

The switch in the basement is behind the old painting.

The secret door is under a slightly heavier princess bed.

The secret door opened, and the deep staircase appeared in front of me abruptly, and an old and decaying aura came to the face, as if it was a call from the netherworld.

However, in the basement where Yang Muqing didn't know, what was hidden was not a severed limb or an unsightly collection, nor was it a crystal coffin that should appear in a fantasy story, but a psychological interview file covered with several layers of dust.

Murong Cao stroked the cowhide bags that were silent with his hand expressionlessly, as if greeting an old friend.

Counselors and interviewers sometimes need each other, similar to empathy and countertransference, and she occasionally misses the time she used to devote all her attention to receiving interviewers, but she also knows that she can't go back, and the feeling of not being needed anymore will destroy her sense of self-worth, so she simply transforms into an unpredictable fame and fortune enthusiast, locking one of her hearts firmly.

Before meeting Yang Muqing and Bodhizi, she relied on her accumulated money, vast contacts and smart qualifications to maneuver between some less powerful ghosts, and she seemed to be prosperous and omnipotent on the surface, but how could she not know that this was not a long-term way - fortunately, what she was asking for was not long-lasting.

But......

But after meeting the two, she gradually gave birth to a new idea: Yang Muqing is talented, Bodhi Zi has strong mana, and Yuan Su, who has never shown his face, perhaps, she can put aside the bad habit of slapping a swollen face and becoming fat, pour out her heart to them, and seek another solution.

Hehe.

She sneered at herself in her heart, she was really dizzy again.

None of what she did was what they called "crooked ways", and once things fell, she couldn't afford to lose.

Bodhizi, she can still giggle and laugh inappropriately, but what face does she use to see Yang Muqing?

It was her carelessness that made the bond between the two beyond her calculations.

Murong Cao sighed and took out an ebony box carved with eighteen Arhats from the bottom drawer.

Inside was a rolled-up letterhead.

Unfolded gently, with a few words, it hit people's hearts, and at this moment it was more like a sharp knife stabbing Murong Cao's heart.

"Refining Tai Sui with three flavors of true fire, injecting the blood of the Extreme Yin Xuanshi, and gaining immortality, heaven and earth will not accept it."