Zheng Qing held a few suppression charms in his hand, tiptoed, and quietly approached the door of the bookstore.

He listened for a moment.

Sure enough, as the barbershop lady said, the voice of the television was faintly heard in the bookstore, and it was a very familiar tone. It's just that for a moment, Zheng Qing can't remember what the background sound is in the TV.

After pondering for a moment, he finally shook his head, giving up the idea of going back to his roots, and planned to rush directly into the store, suppress the little imp who didn't know the height of the sky, and then torture what TV it was watching.

"These days, even ghosts watch TV...... Did you learn it all from Sadako?" the young wizard muttered, reaching behind the black sign and removing a yellow rune from it.

The yellow paper was crumpled and looked like it had been used many times, and the red cinnabar runes on the paper had faded much under the wind and sun. When he saw this rune paper when he was a child, Zheng Qing never thought much about it. But when he came back from No. 1 University and saw this rune paper again, Zheng Qing immediately realized that it was different.

He had never seen a rune paper that had been weakened to such an extent and still be effective.

What supports this rune paper is not just the few faint runes on it, but a certain 'spirit spirit' that penetrates through the back of the paper and penetrates into the depths of the rune paper. Zheng Qing believed that even if these runes were not drawn on the rune paper, but in the air, it would not affect its effect in the slightest.

This made his desire to see Mr. Wu even stronger.

But the young wizard couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at the thought that his husband was not in the store now, and that they would have to wait until the summer vacation in half a year to see each other again.

Hold the talisman paper in the palm of your hand, look left and right, and no one is there.

Zheng Qing whispered a mantra: "Under the Hengmen, you are defenseless. ”

The rune paper twisted a few times in the palm of his hand, and folded it into the shape of a key. Then, under the command of Zheng Qing, he reluctantly got into the keyhole on the door of the store.

"Click. ”

There was a slight sound in the lock, and the key from the rune paper slid out of the keyhole, and in the blink of an eye, he ducked back behind the black sign.

Zheng Qing didn't care about the lazy key.

The second moment the lock sounded, he pressed the doorknob hard, twisted the door open, and dodged in.

"Town!"

Before his eyes could adapt to the slightly dark environment in the store, Zheng Qing's hand had already thrown out a handful of characters, and at the same time, with a light click, he took out the law book hanging on his waist with his backhand, shook it, and opened it.

"What are you doing?" a puzzled voice came into Zheng Qing's ears.

Zheng Qing was stunned, his movements slowed down, and he looked fixedly.

I saw that Mr. Weekdays was sitting in the rocking chair where he was reading, and there was a yellow yellow civet lying like Ge You, looking at the young wizard with wide golden eyes.

Not far from the diagonal front of the yellow civet, there is a six- or seven-inch mini TV with two long antennas, playing 'Tom and Jerry's story' - when Zheng Qing looks at it, the picture happens to show Tom Cat habitually falling into Jerry's trap and being beaten by Spike the hound.

Boom, boom, boom, dust, sparks splashed, and the corners of Zheng Qing's mouth twitched.

As a cat, is this really the right thing for you to see? The young public student muttered in his heart, and at the same time finally realized what the familiar background sound he had just heard outside the store.

"What are you meowing?" the yellow civet voice came again.

While talking, it has not changed its posture of lying Ge You, its two hind legs are greatly swayed, and a long fluffy tail is exposed in the middle, which droops down along the seat, shaking from time to time, telling others that it is not decoration.

Zheng Qing's gaze chased after the handful of town characters he threw out.

To his great joy, but a little heartbroken, after the yellow paper talisman entered the bookstore, it seemed to have lost its magic power, dangling in mid-air, floating for a long time, and finally falling to the ground.

"Oh...... I'm cleaning, cleaning!" Zheng Qing's throat tightened, and in the blink of an eye, he found an excuse for himself, and at the same time turned the back two pages of the law book that had been opened, turned out a spell that had been prepared a long time ago, cleared his throat, and read:

"Silk and you households, sprinkle and sweep in Wucan!"

This is a spell that he specially turned out from the library's "Encyclopedia of Common Family Spells" before returning home, which is used to tidy up the house and clean - according to the experience of previous years, he is 100% sure that he will not be able to escape the cleaning work when he returns home, so he prepared in advance.

Unfortunately, his preparation did not seem to be of much use.

When he was at home, he was always watched by someone when he was working, so he never found a chance to turn over the law book. And when he came to the Sanyou Book House and opened the law book, this spell seemed to be ineffective, no matter how Zheng Qing chanted, no matter how many postures he posed for his law book, the dusty bookshelf was still full of dust - a few stars and a little dust were blown up by Zheng Qing's actions when he threw the book.

This made the young wizard's face a little unbearable.

What embarrassed him even more was what Huang Hua said next.

"Huh...... The first time I've seen someone use town characters to clean meows. As he spoke, Huang Huaci's head had turned back to the mini TV, his ears trembled, and the tip of his tail hooked upwards - although its tone was very calm, but for some reason, with the small movements on its body, Zheng Qing always felt that its tone was full of ridicule.

"Dust...... Also counted as one of the silverfish...... Silverfish, using the town character, may work. Since he didn't admit to making an oolong before, he naturally had to fight to the end at this moment, Zheng Qing stubbornly explained vaguely: "Well, this is a new theory we have researched...... I'm practicing, practicing. ”

As he spoke, he threw himself on the ground, gathered the dusty rune papers that had fallen to the ground, and stuffed them back into the gray cloth bag around his waist.

The cat watched TV, he looked at the floor, and there was no eye contact, which made Zheng Qing's embarrassment in his heart a little less, and the heat on his face was not so obvious.

As for the young wizard's explanation, the yellow civet was very unimpressed.

"Meow...... Young people now," it flicked its tail and commented in such an old-fashioned way, but it didn't continue to say how young people are now, but paused before explaining: "Lao Wu's shop is full of forbidden demon realms, layered on top of each other, I don't know how many layers, even I have to open a cabinet myself, what do you think, you think you can use spells in this?"

Hearing it say this, Zheng Qing immediately remembered the old incident when he saw the yellow civet man standing up and secretly opening the cabinet door to rummage through the dried fish, and couldn't help laughing.

With such a smile, the embarrassing emotions accumulated before were suddenly vented, and even his mood was inexplicably improved.

"It's okay, I also bring a broom dustpan and a dun cloth!"

As he spoke, Zheng Qing raised his arm and picked up the cleaning tools that he had just thrown away, with a smile on his face and a wheathull in his heart.

My soul is faint, I can't even clean it, what's the use of me learning this magic?!

。 Museum of Literature