Wushuang nodded: "I understand, He Jiu killed his father on this bed." ”

He Jiu's face was pale, and he did not admit it, nor did he deny it.

Wushuang continued: "From this point of view, the scene in our dream is actually the scene when He Jiu's father was killed. ”

He Jiu leaned on the side of the bed, and his whole body was paralyzed. He said with some despair: "A few days ago, I also fell asleep in this bed, and I also dreamed that I became my father, and then, another me, came over and strangled me to death. ”

I looked at the bed: "It seems that when your father died, he had a lot of resentment." But it's no wonder that he, who was killed by his own son, was not convinced. ”

He Jiu sat on the ground and was silent, seemingly admitted.

I really didn't expect that He Jiu, who seems to be honest and very motivated, would actually do such a thing.

Wushuang looked at the bed and said a little strangely: "It doesn't make sense, I don't feel that there are unjust souls on this bed." ”

I nodded: "I don't feel it either." Otherwise, he wouldn't have been controlled by He Jiu's father. ”

Wushuang looked at He Jiu: "Your father is a Taoist priest?" ”

He Jiu shook his head helplessly: "What Taoist priest." He's just a gambler, and he doesn't do anything but drink and gamble every day. ”

I nodded, thinking, no wonder those idlers outside said that your father borrowed a lot of debt, it turned out that he liked to gamble.

Wushuang said: "Since he is not a Taoist priest, how can he hide his soul? If he didn't hide his soul, how could he control our dreams? ”

Wushuang and I are at a loss.

Wushuang thought for a while and shouted outside, "Judge, come here." ”

A judge came in from outside and called out respectfully, "Hades." ”

Wushuang nodded and said, "You can help me find out where He Jiu's father's soul is." ”

The judge nodded in agreement, and went out.

He Jiu sat on the ground and was already stunned when he saw Wushuang talking to nothingness.

We sat back down at the table, eating without a bite.

After a while, the judge came back and said to Wushuang in a bit of a panic, "Hades, something is wrong. ”

Wushuang put down his chopsticks, turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The judge was a little embarrassed and said, "That old man's soul is gone......

Wushuang slapped the table and shouted, "Gone? How did you do that? ”

The judge looked at Wushuang with trepidation, and then looked like he wanted to say it but didn't dare to say it.

Wushuang gritted his teeth and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it." ”

The judge stubbornly said, "Your old man is the king of Hades, but when you stay in the human world, there are more things in the underworld than in the underworld, so naturally you are a little lax. ”

Although Wushuang has a hot temper, she is not a person who does not distinguish between right and wrong, she nodded: "It seems that I, the Hades King, am indeed incompetent." ”

When the judge heard Wushuang say this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Wushuang said again: "Although I, the king of the underworld, don't stay much in the underworld, but there are certain procedures for catching ghosts and souls, and you judges are responsible for this matter, even if there is no master in the underworld, there will be no big mess." Now that you've lost your soul, you can't get out of it. I hope it doesn't happen again. ”

The judge broke out in a cold sweat as he said this, and he nodded again and again.

Wushuang let the judge go. Then she looked at me and said in embarrassment, "What now?" ”

I thought about it for a moment and said, "This old man's soul is clearly problematic. There must be something wrong with this bed, too. Want to know what's wrong. I'm afraid there's only one way. That is, someone is sleeping on it, and another person is watching carefully. ”

After I said this, Wushuang and I both looked at He Jiu.

He Jiu's face was pale: "I'...... I don't dare. ”

I said helplessly, "Okay." Just let me sleep on it. ”

Then I said to Wushuang, "You're beside you, help me watch." Don't use your eyes, you may not see with your eyes, feel with your thoughts, as long as he wants to control my dreams, there will definitely be Taoism, no matter how faint, you should feel it. ”

Wushuang nodded: "I understand, don't worry." ”

So I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes.

It stands to reason that these days are enough for me to be tired. I should have been lying in bed and falling asleep right away. But this is not the case. It seemed that I knew that I would have nightmares after a while, so I was nervous, and I couldn't sleep for a long time.

I heard He Jiu crying to Wushuang there, saying that he had no choice but to kill his father. The family is already poor and can't open the pot. This old guy also goes out all day to borrow money and gamble.

He Jiu is a practical type, tired and stinky every day, but the money he earned was spent by his father in three minutes.

A few days ago, He Jiu's father went out to gamble money, and happened to meet a moneylender, and the two parties clashed and broke his waist.

Daddy He really can't gamble anymore, and he doesn't have the heart to gamble. Lying in bed every day, except for swearing, is vomiting blood. The daily medical expenses are more than when gambling in the past.

Later, Daddy He's illness became worse day by day, and he didn't even have the strength to curse. The most important task of the day is to lie in bed and cry out in pain.

He Jiu couldn't go to work anymore. simply accompany my dad to always eat nothing. There is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time, and the two of them are not quarreling for a quarter of an hour in the end.

On the day Daddy He died, the moneylender came again, insulting and threatening. He Jiu finally collapsed.

He stood motionless in the courtyard for most of the night. When I think about it, no matter how I think about it, I feel that it is really boring to live like this. So he turned around and went into the house, intending to kill his father and then kill himself.

But He Jiu is an ordinary person after all. Who has ever killed anyone? By the time I wrapped the towel around my father's neck, my hands were already shaking.

After his father's death, his body was already stiff. At this time, let him commit suicide, he really doesn't have the guts.

So he is running away these days, and he promises himself a dream, that is, I want to live a good life in the future.

I listened to this He Jiu babbling there. After a while, I actually fell asleep.

The smell came again. I opened my eyes, looked up, and sure enough, I looked like an old man.

He Jiu's towel was wrapped around my neck. I knew I was dreaming, so I waved my arms vigorously and banged on the bed, intending to wake up Wushuang.

A few seconds later, I heard Musou screaming at me, waking me up.

I opened my eyes and saw her lying on the edge of the bed.

I rubbed my head and asked her, "How's it going?" Feel it? ”

Wushuang nodded and said, "You can never imagine what it is." ”

I asked curiously, "What do you mean?" ”

Wushuang said: "I sensed it just now, it's a mouse. ”

I was surprised and asked, "Did the rats control my dreams?" ”

Wushuang nodded: "This rat is not big. But isn't it strange that he knows Taoism? ”

I nodded, "It's weird indeed. But what about Daddy Ho's soul? ”

Wushuang shook his head: "I haven't found it yet." ”

He Jiu looked at the two of us nervously, he heard that we had been talking about souls and the like, and couldn't help asking, "Who are you?" Taoist priest? ”

I nodded: "Well, we are Taoist priests. ”

Wushuang pointed to the bottom of the bed and said, "There's a rat hole down here." The rat slipped back quickly after you woke up. If you want to know what's going on, I'm afraid you'll have to go inside. ”

I looked at the bed with some hesitation: "Go in?" Go to the rat hole? ”

Wushuang nodded: "We are souls, no matter how small this rat hole is, it can't help us." However, I want to take He Jiu with me, after all, he is also a party. ”

I immediately understood what Wushuang meant: "Are you going to hook his soul?" ”

Wushuang nodded: "That's right, I'm going to hook the soul." ”

Then, she didn't wait for He Jiu to react, and as soon as she stretched out her hand, she nervously pulled He Jiu's soul out.

I couldn't help but praise: "What has been in the underworld is different. ”

He Jiu's soul was dragged by Wushuang, and he looked at his corpse in amazement. Suddenly, he covered his eyes: "Mom, am I going to die?" ”

Wushuang ignored her ghost crying wolf howl and shouted outside, "Judge, take care of his corpse." ”

The judge agreed.

He Jiu looked at the two of us and asked in a panic, "Is there anyone outside?" Why haven't I seen it before? Could it be a ghost? ”