Xuanmen little counselor only wants to complete the success KPI

Chapter 12
On weekends, Xiao Yining and Mi You took their cats for routine physical examinations.

Usually at times like this, Gong Jiamu would forcefully ask to pretend to be the cat's parent to come with him, but this time it was the opposite.When Xiao Yining went to ask her out, he was unexpectedly rejected.

Gong Jiamu said happily: "I won't go, I'm afraid our big cat will be jealous."

Xiao Yining: ...

Fine.Xiao Yining expressed his understanding.After all, Gong Jiamu, a cat slave, wailed for a long time without a cat, and finally his dream came true. It's not incomprehensible to be stupid.Although she can't see or touch this big cat, it's still a cat, right?
Xiao Yining's golden gradient pudding and Miyou's fat orange Doudou are old friends.Across the cat bag, two chubby cats sniffed each other friendly, and then turned their heads to leave each other a chubby butt.

While waiting for the medical examination, Xiao Yining accidentally saw a cat's soul in the corner.The weaker the creature, the harder it is for the soul to have a clear shape like it was in life, so animal souls are much rarer than human souls.

It was a short-haired white cat. It came out of a certain ward slowly, sat in the hall and licked its fur, looked around curiously for a while, and walked leisurely into another room.

It was also the first time for Xiao Yining to see a cat's soul, and she couldn't help but stare at it for a long time, until the cat spirit who seemed to have nothing to ask for was gone.

Recently, he probably dealt too much with cats. When he left after receiving the pudding after the physical examination, Xiao Yining welcomed a new pilgrim.

This time, the victim was called Zhao Shan, who was introduced by Xiao Yining's old guest, sister Zhao.

Sister Zhao is very warm-hearted, so she called to help her talk: "Zhao Shan's son, Qiuqiu, is less than two years old this year. I don't know where the bacterial infection is or what happened. He has moss on his face. What a big hospital. I’ve been there, it’s cured and then it’s cured, and it’s cured again. The little child has suffered a serious crime.”

"He lives in the same community as me, so I know a little bit more about it. The moss is itchy and painful. How can a child bear it? He cries and makes noise every day, and he can't sleep well. I also have children. Can't see this anymore."

Sister Zhao said on the phone: "Master Xiao, if it's convenient for you, you can put a plug on him and show him as soon as possible. He is also quite miserable."

Xiao Yining agreed.

So that night, the victim came to the door.The person who came was not the child's father Zhao Shan, but Zhao Shan's mother Qin Wanhong.She looked to be in her early fifties, slightly fat, and dressed plainly.It seems that although life is rich, it is not pampered, and there are some traces of hard work on the hands and face.

Qin Wanhong, who was holding his grandson, looked haggard and distressed.The little boy Qiuqiu nestled quietly in her arms, and fell asleep very restlessly, with his head resting on grandma's shoulder, and the exposed half of his face was covered with red and purple staggered scars.

"Just fell asleep for a while. Qiuqiu is usually uncomfortable, crying until his voice is hoarse, and he finally fell asleep."

After sitting down in the living room, Qin Wanhong introduced the situation in a soft voice. At this time, she still did not let go of the child, obviously distressed.

"The doctor said it was allergic purpura, but he took the medicine and cured it, and it didn't work. The parents of the child are also busy, so I came to help take care of it." Qin Wanhong said with red eyes: "Yes The sister from the Zhao family in the same neighborhood can't stand it anymore, so I recommended you to us."

Her eyes were full of earnestness: "Master Xiao, you must help me. It doesn't matter how much money you have."

The heart of the fist is touching. Xiao Yining looked at the child's weak and quiet appearance, and interrupted Qin Wanhong with a light wave of her hand. She also said softly, "Don't mention the money first. Let me see the child first."

Qin Wanhong turned her body sideways, allowing Xiao Yining to better see the child's face.

Xiao Yining mixed incense ashes with water and drew an edict on the palm of his hand, then closed his palms and pinched his fingers.She held her breath, recited the mantra silently, and brought the hand holding the thumb close to Qiuqiu's face covered with purple scars, moving slowly from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top, repeating this three times.

Following her movements, a faint gray-white aura emerged from the boy's face, entwined along Xiao Yining's fingertips, and gradually sank into the incense ash pattern on the palm.

off-white?Xiao Yining withdrew his hand and frowned.

Usually only ghosts can leave such strange traces on people, but that kind of qi is often dark blue and black, and the yin qi is relatively heavy.Children are quick-sighted and easy to get infected.But the reddish-purple traces on Qiuqiu's face fit the appearance of entanglement with injustice, but the breath was off-white with little resentment.

She clenched her palm tightly and felt the wisps of off-white breath that came out. Although it was slightly cool, it was not the biting coldness of the ghost house.

Signaling Qin Wanhong not to get up, Xiao Yining stood up and washed off the incense ash on his hands first.Those wisps of gray-white air quickly dissipated, and there was no nostalgia for Xiao Yining.This is even more incompatible with the characteristics of a ghost family atmosphere.

Xiao Yining washed his hands and dried off the water drops, and walked to the entrance in the northeast corner of the living room.

This is a small space separated by glazed sliding doors, mainly for the convenience of hiding when colleagues and friends come from home, and the sliding doors are not closed at ordinary times.The entrance of the hall faces south from the north, and the whole solid wood altar table is surrounded by hall sheets. In the center, the head of the Hu family and the leaders of various religions are enshrined.There are blankets and futons under the altar.

Xiao Yining took out the incense sticks from the drawer of the altar, counted seven of them, then lit them together, shook off the open flame, and inserted them into the incense burner one by one.Immediately, the seven puffs of green smoke wanted to climb upwards, sinking into the air, as if someone was breathing hard on top.

When Xiao Yining held the incense in his hand, the burning speed of the seven incense sticks that were lit at the same time remained the same, and the difference was obvious after the incense was inserted into the incense burner.The other incense sticks were fine, but the ghost incense stick in the middle was almost untouched, as if time had stopped on this incense stick, and it couldn't burn for a long time.

Isn't that right?How can gray and white be the work of ghosts?

As if sensing Xiao Yining's incomprehension and inability to figure it out, Guijiaxiang simply went out this time.As if answering, the Xianjia stretched out his hand to pinch the incense in dissatisfaction and shouted at her: "It's just a ghost's business, why don't you believe it?"

Xiao Yining couldn't figure it out, so he made a toast, sat down cross-legged, and silently recited the incantation of inviting the immortals, preparing to ask the guarding immortals to help him see what was going on.

The Immortal Family on Duty Hall came quickly upon invitation, Xiao Yining closed his eyes, but scenes slowly emerged in front of him——

It was a middle-aged man in his 30s, not too tall, and he was white and fat, looking a little happy and blessed.He appeared in a room like a live broadcast studio with a smile on his face, selling things, looking very busy.On the right side of the picture, a woman in her 30s and [-]s is coaxing a little boy Qiuqiu in her arms. The middle-aged man turned his head to look at him, showing a heartfelt smile.

Xiao Yining understood that this was probably the father of Qiuqiu who did not appear today, Zhao Shan.

The screen changed quickly, and it seemed that the live broadcast of the day had ended.Zhao Shan started to pack his things.He left the studio and drove what seemed to be a long way to a processing factory far away from the urban area.There are only two or three workers in the processing plant, busy.Zhao Shan went straight into the warehouse to check and accept their processed products—it was a fur coat with a strong black resentment entangled on the coat.

Zhao Shan inspected and packed the fur coats one by one. The black resentment was thick and dense, and entangled with his movements, slowly covering his chest and back.Zhao Shan didn't notice anything, packed the goods and drove back with his coat.

(End of this chapter)