Agen's mother repeatedly told me that it was okay to see Agen, but don't disturb him, because when the time comes, it will be difficult to clean up the hysteria.

We nodded and said let's save it, just see.

Agen's house is a two-bedroom structure, the bedroom door is ajar, we walked to the door, only to see Agen alone on the bed, sitting on his knees, his chin constantly knocking on his knees, back and forth. His eyes were straight ahead, blank, and there was sound in his throat, as well as phlegm, slurred, inarticulate, buzzing. When we walked into the room, Agen didn't brow or pay attention to us, but the muscles behind his ears suddenly tensed - this is a subconscious guard, as soon as we touch a certain point, he immediately goes berserk.

Agen's mother told us that the child had been like this for the past few days, either yelling or squatting and shaking in fright. Moreover, he does not eat, drink, or sleep, and now he is maintained by hanging drips. She said, her voice choked, and she didn't know what kind of villain she had committed, she had suffered this disaster, she went to the temple at the beginning of this year to offer incense, and the lottery was drawn to be the middle and lower lot, and it had always been good, but she didn't think it was fulfilled on her son's head, doing evil, doing evil.

She burst into tears, while Agan still shook her head like a robot.

I looked at his godless eyes, and there was nothing in his black pupils, like a mirror, without a will of his own. I looked at it and suddenly thought of a person from a long time ago, Wang Baosong. He is the son of Luo Ermei, the descendant of Zhongyang Miao Gu, who has worked hard for most of his life, shaving food in the fields and supporting his mother, and is still an old bachelor at the age of nearly forty, and the woman has never touched it, and then he was confused by the dwarf mule, and was locked up in the trumpet for a while, and then he went crazy. The same look, pale and weak, suddenly swelled up in my heart with a wave of fear.

Agen is one of my best friends, and if he goes crazy, I'm really going to die of sadness.

Wang Baosong is now living in a mental hospital in our state, and the cost of treatment is fully covered by Uncle Huang Fei, to be honest, he has a much better life than before, but is that what he really wants? It wasn't him anymore, but a shell, like the walking dead. There are so many poor people in this world that it makes people's hearts bitter, and what can I do?

No matter how much I can do, how much I can do, I can only try my best to make my friends around me not become such poor people.

The mother's crying made Agen, who had been stiff, have some reaction, he looked up, saw us, his face turned white at once, frightened, jumped out of bed, shrank into the corner of the room, a huge man, like a frightened fawn, huddled there, shivering, and then cried out "ahh

Agen's mother covered her eyes in pain, tears streaming down her hands.

Agen's sister ran in, and when she saw this, she hurriedly pulled us out of the house so that her brother could be alone here and quiet. I stopped her and said let's do it. I walked up to Agen, slowly crouched down, stared into his eyes, read the palpitation in his eyes, pupils constricted again and again. Suddenly, his eyes were on the window where the curtains were drawn, and he was eager to try.

He wanted to kill himself.

Ah Gen's body moved, he wanted to stand up, and rushed to the window, but I pulled him in at once, and communicated with the Golden Silkworm Gu in my heart to ask for help. Although this window is equipped with an anti-theft net, it can't resist his idea? The fat bug immediately responded, and something passed through my hand, and Ah Gen went limp, and fell to the ground. I'm in a hurry, what the hell is this little bastard doing, Gu? I didn't want to hurt Agen......

Fortunately, the fat worm sent me a message: it doesn't matter, this is for Agen to have a good rest.

I was surprised in my heart, I didn't expect it to have this function, it's okay to put down Agen today, if I meet any powerful opponent in the future, will this trick of knocking the stick still work? Isn't that a bunker? I've been having a headache all along, that is, although I have the strength to do it, but I haven't been systematically trained, I can fight Wang Baquan, fight seriously, and suffer a lot. If the method of stunning people is really useful, it is also a killer tool.

Little guy, since he had a pimple on his head, he has developed a skill.

I don't know that as soon as I communicate with it, it is a good thing, and it is not working, mainly depending on its old people's mood......

As soon as Agen fell, his mother and sister were startled. From their point of view, it seemed as if I pressed Agan, and then Agen fell unconscious. His sister immediately rushed up and pulled me by the way, saying what did you do to Agen, how did you make him unconscious? I helped Agen to the bed, covered him with a quilt, and said to them, "Agen is so tired and needs to rest, I let him sleep – if it goes on like this, he will collapse." ”

Indeed, Agen's face was almost thin, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, his face was pale, and the skin of his mouth was all cracked, and he was not human-shaped.

His sister looked at me suspiciously, not knowing what to do. Lao Wan at the door stepped forward and said Sister Li, don't worry, Brother Lu is not only the partner of Boss Agen, but also a person with real skills, you can see how his friend is dressed. This Xiao Daochang, but the personal disciple of the seventy-eighth generation head of the Maoshan Sect of the Shangqing Sect, is unpredictable, and I also know their situation, so I called them from Hongshan.

Agen's sister let go of the corners of my clothes, blushed slightly, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands, and said I'm sorry, I misunderstood you.

I said that since it was a misunderstanding, don't take it to heart, Agen and I are brothers, and his sister is my sister. Sister Li, don't be too anxious about Agen's matter, let's think of a way together, and there will be no trouble. After talking for a while, Agen's mother and his sister saw Agen snoring slightly on the bed, and their hearts were relieved, so they relaxed and invited us to the living room for tea.

After a little chat, I pulled the hairy trail out onto the balcony and asked him what he thought.

Miscellaneous Xiaodao groaned for a moment, saying that Agen's appearance was very similar to losing his soul after being too frightened. It stands to reason that he lost his soul, he was stupid, his eyes were dull, he didn't move, like a puppet, but Agen didn't feel like it. I took a look at it with the Qi Hope Technique just now, and there was a faint black qi on the top of Ah Gen's head, which seemed to have indeed hit an evil spirit. If you don't like to hear it, maybe Agen was in the shop on the other side of the square, and he was scared when he saw dirty things, and then he ...... Crazy!

I frowned, didn't speak, just felt sad in my heart.

Unexpectedly, the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao said again: "This soul is divided into three souls of heaven and earth, according to this reaction, maybe Agen's life soul has been detained, if we can go to the source () to find it, maybe it's not too late." Otherwise, the soul and the body will be separated, and over time, there will be great changes. ”

I mean, do you mean we're going to the square today to find out why?

He nodded and said yes, to go?

I mean, isn't that nonsense? Why don't I, can I get a call and rush over here?

As I was talking, there was a sound of the door opening, I looked over, and saw two men walking in, one looked very similar to Agen, but he was a lot older, with a beard on his upper lip, thick black, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and a rough face. The other man was wearing a gray gown, stepping on mille-feuille shoes, carrying an old-fashioned cloth bag, about sixty years old, with a flowing goatee, a fairy style, and wise eyes, which seemed very energetic.

Agen's father came in and saw us, was stunned, and then asked his mother, "Are there any guests?"

Agen's mother introduced us, and his father showed a grateful smile on his face, and said Lu Zuo, I always heard my Agen mention you, and he said that the brother he was most convinced of was you, and he wanted to ask you to go fishing and play at home last year, but he never had time. I didn't think that this incident happened today, so I saw it. As soon as you heard it, you rushed over from Hongshan, and you really had a heart.

I hurriedly asked my uncle what are you doing here, who is this gentleman?

Agen's father hurriedly introduced us, saying that this was Mr. Ouyang, the most famous fortune teller in their area. When Agen had an accident this time, he felt that something was wrong, and he always thought that he had hit an evil spirit. So to put it mildly, I finally invited Mr. Ouyang to come over and take a look at Agen in person. Don't laugh at you, you young people may not believe in this set and think it's superstition, but let me tell you, Mr. Ouyang is a powerful master of Zhou Yi metaphysics, but many of our leaders and guests there, ordinary people, please can't invite it.

We all greeted the old gentleman between Ouyang Zhi's fingers, and the old gentleman nodded, and said Lao Chen, don't say it, the old man often eats your fish, and this trip is also a way, don't be too polite, but it's not beautiful. This little friend, look at your dress, aren't you a fellow traveler?

Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao stepped forward to sing a fat promise, and said that yes, under is the personal disciple of Tao Jinhong, the seventy-eighth head of the Maoshan Sect of the Shangqing Sect, Xiao Keming.

Old Mr. Ouyang frowned, glanced at him, but didn't react much, he only thought that the young man dressed as a Taoist priest was a guy pretending to be Boyi, and replied slightly, which was regarded as a knowledgeable Tao, and he didn't continue to answer. Turning his head to look at Agen's father, he said Lao Chen, where is your son, let Lao Yu take a look. The matter of the son is very important, and Agen's father did not greet us again, but stretched out his hand and waved it, saying here, sir, please.

We are also a little curious, is this fortune teller really capable, or is it a fake?