There was a deathly silence that lasted for nearly ten seconds.

Inside the door, nothing came out, and it was surprisingly calm.

Looking inside, there are no cold ghosts in it, and there are no tall men to be afraid of, and even the ninth master who opened his ghost eyes couldn't see anything scary inside.

He didn't say it, but I could tell.

Because his expression was very strange, a fat face wrinkled together, and the word doubt was both horizontal and vertical.

When I poked my head out, the balcony was very neat and spacious, except for some miscellaneous items placed in an orderly manner, there was only a pot of flowers that were not considered flowers.

That's right, it's a pot of cactus.

A cactus raised on a balcony.

The cactus was contained in a ceramic pot about half a meter in diameter, and it was very large, at least half a man tall, and the spikes on it were slightly longer than the usual ones, about four or five centimeters.

It's not quite the same as what I've seen before, the shape of the cactus is very special, at first glance it is nothing, if you look closely, you will find that this thing has hands and feet quite humanoid, especially the head-like thing at the top, which seems to have a little outline of facial features.

It may be that there are a lot of strange creatures, and no matter how you look at it, I think it's really evil.

"I'm cǎo, is this thing?"

The little chick who stared at the thing looked at it for a long time, and the little fat grinned, and it was obvious that the appearance of this thing in front of him was far beyond his imagination.

"yes."

I didn't get scared when I squinted and looked at it, on the contrary, I thought it was interesting.

Now I understand one thing.

If it is really as we imagined, the potted plant in front of us is the stinky hooligan who has become a fine, then Ms. Zhao is really a poor person, and it is better to say that it is enough to stand this thorny thing on her body, no wonder Ms. Zhao, who is thirty like a wolf, is crying and shouting to call the police

Later, I learned that this kind of thinking is also quite naïve, and some things are not affected by the appearance at all after they become refined, and even, I have no difference from normal people for a certain period of time.

Of course, that's a story for later.

We were talking nonsense there, and it didn't affect Jin Jiuye, unlike us with a hippie smile, he seemed extremely cautious at this time.

The old fellow walked over, crouched down on the edge of the pot, which was the size of a washbasin, and then reached out and sniffed a little dirt in the pot.

I also followed his example and leaned over and pinched a little soil out of the pot, the soil in it was not particularly dry, and the black pitch seemed to be very fertile, and I thought that it would not have been so tall, otherwise this cactus would not have grown so tall.

Putting two fingers in front of your nose smells a little weird, and although the damp dirt will naturally have a bit of a fishy smell, it's a bit too thick.

The two fingers rubbed together, and the soil quickly separated, and on the dark brown traces left on the belly of the fingers, the slender traces of dark red were very conspicuous.

"Is it cinnabar?" Turning his head to look at the ninth master, I asked.

During this time, I always dealt with cinnabar, and I thought about it unconsciously.

"It's blood." After the ninth master finished speaking, he stood up with a sigh, and then motioned for the two of us to come over to help.

The three of them went over and lifted the cactus, a little heavy, and carefully moved it out of the balcony until it reached the living room on the first floor.

During this period, I was worried that that thing would jump up and suddenly get into trouble, but he was like a plant, very responsible, he didn't cry, didn't make trouble, didn't toss, and didn't react at all except for shaking and shaking twice with the flower pot.

In the bottom of my heart, I always feel that even if this guy is really a monster, he is also an honest and good monster, and he will be a little more colorful, and he will not lose his life because of a young woman.

But then I thought about it, and I felt that I was confused, there is a way to be a bystander, if I met Ms. Zhao such a thing, I would not have this compassion.

Pretending to be open-minded about other people's pain has always been the patent of defenders, and when you think about it, your face is a little hot.

"Eh, you say, who did this guy really do?" was haunted by Ms. Zhao's fragrant experience, staring at the cactus's chubby and touching his chin with a puzzled expression.

"I guess so." I'm not sure, but I think it's relatively reliable.

"But he's just a plant, do you need that?" For the first time, a little curiosity came, and the little black fat man asked the ninth master seriously.

"Youkai are here, not plants."

The ninth master said, and he didn't know where to find a bundle of "tie threads" to come out.

It is said to be a tie wire, but it is not a thread, it is a very thin wire.

He wrapped the wire around its base several times, and around its neck a few times, and then twisted something like a cage in and out to wrap him, and after all the work, the cactus was already tied up in a big way.

Except for the exposed head, the whole body is covered in an egg-sized wire grid.

In the meantime, the thing remained motionless.

Seeing that there was no problem, Jin Jiuye clapped his hands and stood up, walked to the side, called Ms. Zhao, lit a cigarette and turned back.

The three of us sat on the sofa in the living room, pretending to be an uncle with Erlang's legs crossed, talking nonsense and talking.

Looking at that thing standing on the flower pot, I can't see where this thing looks like a monster with the naked eye, but the ninth master is sure that he is holding a cigarette butt.

We discussed some physiological knowledge for a long time, and after about 30 minutes, the graceful Ms. Zhao ran up in a hurry with the car keys.

He was accompanied by a handsome little white face. This man is very handsome, the type of urban beautiful man, in his twenties, about the same age as me, but he is much more fashionable than me, tall and thin wearing a pink shirt, and wearing a very chic pointed scalp shoes on his feet.

It can be seen that this person attaches great importance to grooming, and before the person has come, the strange smell of the thick men's perfume wrapped in hair wax rushes over.

I've never had a good impression of this kind of little white face, it may be related to personal experience, if you want to say that I am prejudiced against this kind of person, I can't help it, everyone has the freedom to hate the same thing.

"Uncle Jiu, what is this?" As soon as she entered, the woman was startled, apparently she didn't know what was going on with the cactus.

"Where did you get this?" The ninth master said, and did not hide it, and explained to her what happened in general, and asked her what to do.

When he said that this thing was a goblin, the pink shirt was stunned for a moment, and then covered his mouth and widened his eyes, and the discolored appearance was like a little girl, which was very funny.