"Now I know that I'm not the boss who will deduct my salary, so I'm fat, right?"

Murong Cao made an expression of wanting to teach people a lesson, and rubbed his slender wrist, naturally there was no deterrent at all, but he looked a little out of place and cute.

Yang Muqing smiled and made a gesture to sew his mouth shut.

When he walked up to the fifth floor, Yang Muqing took out two invisibility talismans from his pocket and handed one of them to Murong Cao.

Murong Cao took the yellow rune paper with a strange pattern painted with cinnabar and studied it, he really couldn't see anything special, and when he was about to ask a few words, he saw that Yang Muqing had already pasted another rune paper on his chest, so the whole person disappeared as if by magic.

"Hey, that's amazing!"

Murong Cao followed closely behind, turning herself into an invisible person, it is also wonderful to say, the moment she completed her invisibility, Yang Muqing, who was already invisible, really appeared in front of her again, looking at her with gentle eyes.

"Suddenly it felt like I was in a world where there were just two of us."

"If that's the case, it's fine."

Yang Muqing unconsciously said his sincere words, and after finishing speaking, he felt a little abrupt in his aftertaste, and hurriedly coughed to cover up.

"Okay, that's boring." Murong Cao didn't seem to think deeply, but her eyes lit up, and she dreamed of making a fortune, "I said, can you draw a few more pictures every day, so that we can take on some broken business, and just rob the bank directly?" ”

"This spell has a limit, once the hands touch something other than oneself, it is likely to manifest its original form, and besides, this is my master's private invention, which is essentially forbidden."

"Okay, okay, I'm just talking about it, just Bodhizi, if he had such a quick means to make money, he would have become a rich man a long time ago."

Murong Cao felt a little regretful, his dream of wealth was empty, and it seemed that he still had to rely on his hands to get rich through hard work.

Going up to the sixth floor, Murong Cao buckled three times on the south-facing wooden door.

The atmosphere of a family can often be seen through the layout of the door: neat and clean without clutter, and there are joyful and exquisite Spring Festival couplets on the door, most of such families are harmonious and lively; If the shoes are messy, and the clutter is piled up on a hill and is not tidied up regularly, most of these families have potential factors that interfere with happiness.

There is no superfluous decoration on the door of the Xu family, and only a pair of men's loafers are placed alone at the door, which seems to stubbornly convey the loneliness of the owner.

The door opened, revealing a pair of slightly suspicious and wary eyes.

These eyes brought a strong impact to Murong Cao, and even after many years of recalling, she would still gasp because of the thoughts expressed in those eyes, there is a cynicism called hatred that the whole world is still so vivid, and there is a way of living called the walking dead, the above two emotions are mixed with a pair of eyes that have insight into the world and are no longer young, which seems extremely sad and desperate.

Seeing that there was no one outside the door, Xu Xiaoru's father Xu Tong closed the door again without saying a word, he didn't care if someone was looking for him, and he didn't care if someone wanted to play a prank, he just wanted to get his daughter's birthday present ready as soon as possible.

Naturally, he couldn't notice it, and the door opened and closed, bringing in two uninvited guests.

The living room was in disarray, with white gauze and lace on the table, sofa, and stool, and a mannequin with vivid eyebrows in the center, with a basic white dress on it.

Xu Tong held a ruler and scissors in his hands, and kept fiddling with the model, under his eyes were deep dark circles, the clothes on his body exuded a pungent smell, I don't know how long he hadn't changed his clothes, although his hair and beard were not much longer, but he was very careless, as if he had cut them with scissors, and some places showed new wounds on broken skin.

His intentions are easy to see, as if he wanted to make one - a wedding dress.

"Xiaoru, you are about to turn 28 years old, and you are at the age to talk about marriage, I helped you arrange a yin marriage, the other party is commensurate with you in all aspects, if you like it, you can have a good time with him below, if you don't like it, give me a dream, and I will find you a ......"

An old father's nervous babbling sounds like pantothenic acid at the corners of his eyes.

Next to the window of the living room is a small shrine with an intricately carved urn inlaid with a photograph of a young girl with an impeccably beautiful face, and a cold and melancholy temperament that makes her look a little otherworldly.

Murong Cao stared at the expressionless dress model for a moment, and then walked to an open door in a bit of a distraction.

The spotless girl's room is in stark contrast to Xu Tong's sloppiness, everything remains the same as ten years ago, as if the girl sleeping in the urn has not left this world, but may return home at any time after a trip.

When Murong Cao was walking around, he accidentally touched the wind chimes hanging on the door, and suddenly a crisp bell rang in the empty room.

Xu Tong stood up excitedly, not only knocked down the dress model, but also fell to the ground with the scissors in his hand.

"Xiaoru, are you back? Can you hear Daddy? Xiao Ru ......"

Murong Cao saw his dejected appearance, and he couldn't bear it, so he made a retreat gesture to Yang Muqing.

Yang Muqing nodded, quickly approached Xu Tong, and cast a calming decision on him.

Xu Tong went from hysterical to lethargic, then lay down on the sofa and fell into a long sleep.

Hopefully he'll have a good night's sleep tonight.

After going out, Murong Cao and Yang Muqing both maintained their silence tacitly, and neither of them spoke.

There is no need to ask questions, and there is no need to verify, as long as it is not for the grieving father's acting skills, it can basically be concluded that Xu Xiaoru's soul parasitism has nothing to do with it, because even if there is a little hope, there is no need for him to use these false things to deceive himself.

The despair and hope of the human heart cannot be hidden, and even if they are not spoken, their faces, eyes, and actions will be revealed.

The absence of life is a sign that hope is no longer there.

Murong Cao didn't know if Yang Muqing was in line with his thoughts, but he knew this feeling too well, and it was not difficult to draw conclusions.