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Chapter 357: Cheating, I'm Not Even a Human

When Hong Chen woke up, another day had passed.

After waking up, he opened his mouth and the flying sword flew out, then turned into a golden stream of light, flying around him like a butterfly among flowers.

It's not that I'm deliberately practicing the ability to control the flying sword, but... it's like when I just got a new mobile phone, a new computer or a new girlfriend, wouldn't I want to hold it in my hand all the time and play with it over and over again?

In front of the mirror, he touched the beard that had grown during his retreat, and the flying sword immediately stuck to his cheek. After a few back and forth movements, his face was suddenly clean.

He turned and walked into the shower room. After a moment, he changed into a light gray sports suit and went out to find food.

As the door opened, a strong yin energy immediately hit me in the face, and a thin layer of mist formed on the iron door outside.

Hong Chen knew at a glance that it would not be long before A Ping came back to life.

Fortunately, this evil spirit could not enter his home, otherwise he would have to experience the horror of returning to the South Sky.

Turn around, close the door, and wait for the elevator to go up.

When the elevator door opened, he couldn't help but be a little surprised - although he also wanted to see her, sometimes coincidence might not be a good thing.

"Huh? You're back?" Ma Xiaoling blinked before asking.

"I just came back, what are you doing..."

Hong Chen looked at the red suitcase in her hand.

"I asked a friend for some information and came here to see the scene." After Ma Xiaoling finished speaking, she carried the box and passed by Hong Chen, with a blank expression on her face and her eyes straight ahead.

Hong Chen was stunned.

Even though we weren't particularly familiar with each other before, it's not possible that we would just become nodding acquaintances after not seeing each other for a few days, right?
something wrong.

Looking at her back, Hong Chen thought about it and decided to take the elevator downstairs to get some food.

Ma Xiaoling stood at the door of Aping's house, holding the key in her hand but not in a hurry to open the door. She waited until the elevator closed for a few seconds before she slowly turned around and looked back.

Looking at the empty corridor, she was silent for a while, and her lips couldn't help moving.

"Ah!"

Hong Chen rubbed his nose and turned around to take the bag handed to him by the boss.

Just as I was about to leave, I saw the boss' eyes roll and whispered, "Young man, do you live in that building?" He pointed at Jiajia Building.

"Yes what's the matter?"

"What happened a few days ago..."

"Oh, I know." Hong Chen laughed and pointed outside the building: "It's right there. See? The guy who jumped off the building that night died there. I saw with my own eyes that he suddenly came back to life on the roof of the car and said a lot of cruel words. Boss, are you interested? I'll teach you..."

"Hey, hey, hey!" The boss quickly pulled him back, "No, no, young man, I'm old and can't stand being scared! Besides, we've all heard that he said he would come back for revenge on the Night of the Return of the Soul, aren't you afraid?"

Hong Chen frowned when he heard this, and said confidently: "I dared to slap him twice when he was alive, so why would I be afraid of him after he's dead?"

The boss was startled and quickly let go of his hand, fearing that he would be brought bad luck.

However, he immediately pulled out a stack of crumpled papers from his pocket and handed one to me. "Young man, don't blame me for not reminding you. For this kind of thing, it's better to be wrong than to be careless. In my opinion, you should find another place to deal with it on the night of the return of the soul. The address and phone number on the paper are of the hotel run by my brother-in-law. The environment is clean and the service is attentive. If you take this paper, I can give you a 10% discount."

Hong Chen stared at the note in a daze, "No, sir, are you doing this business too?"

"Look at what you said. As long as it's not illegal, I will do any business."

“Then you can’t make a lot of money.”

"How to say?"

“How can you make a lot of money without breaking the law?”

The old man was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Hong Chen turned and walked towards the building, throwing a diamond ring in his hand.

"I didn't expect that you would come back by yourself. Do you want to see your masterpiece, or are you unwilling to accept your failure?" Hong Chen's question did not get an answer. Kayako and the little boy in the ring were hugging each other and huddled together.

In the lobby, Uncle Gu picked up the broom and started sweeping the floor again.

"Uncle Gu, are you afraid of being fired? I see Aunt Jiajia is not here either. She can't see how hard you work."

Uncle Gu turned around and smiled, rolled his eyes at him, then sighed and said, "Alas, I don't know what's going on. Recently, more and more snakes, insects, rats and ants have died in the building. I sweep them all day long but still can't finish them. Look at the potted plant on my desk. I have raised it for decades and it was fine. It died a few days ago. It's really weird."

Hong Chen was surprised: "Wow, Uncle Gu, how did you know?"

"Hmm?" Uncle Gu was puzzled: "What do I know?"

Hong Chen pointed at the pot of green plants and said, "Didn't you say it's weird? Look, isn't Ah Ping coming back soon? I think this should be a sign that he will be back home soon, or is he greeting us in this way?"

Uncle Gu was stunned, then shuddered violently, and when he looked again, Hong Chen had already walked into the elevator. He turned his head and looked at the empty lobby, and for a moment he felt a chill on his back.

"It's over, it's over. I guess I have to find a hotel to hide away from the limelight."

After going up to the fourth floor, Hong Chen got out of the elevator and walked straight to Aping's house with the door open.

When I entered, Ma Xiaoling was indeed there. She was brushing the wall with her index finger, and her fingertips were suddenly wet.

Hearing the voice, she turned her head and looked back. The corners of her mouth just raised and then quickly lowered, and she even frowned, "What are you doing here? Aren't you afraid?"

Hong Chen looked at the furnishings in A Ping's house, which were the same as before. The finished or half-finished clothes were still hanging in their original places. The only new additions were the portraits of Ping's mother and A Ping on the wall. These were prepared for them by the kindness of the owner of the building, Ouyang Jiajia.

It must be said that the black and white photo of this mother and son looks particularly creepy no matter how you look at it.

So there are only photos, but no incense or candles.

I guess no one in the building dares to burn incense and light candles for them.

Hong Chen looked around, went straight to the sofa and sat down, pulled over a small table, and moved the things in the bag onto the table.

A steaming roast goose, a box of cold dishes, and a dozen beers.

"Do you want to fix it?" Hong Chen looked up at Ma Xiaoling.

Ma Xiaoling raised her eyebrows and drew an eight character, then looked around. Although she didn't say anything, her meaning was very clear.

Hong Chen didn't say anything either, just glanced at the sofa beside him.

moment.

After clinking two cans of beer, the two of them started drinking.

"You are such a weird guy. You've seen hundreds of ghosts and how Ping's mother and Ah Ping died, but you actually have the guts to eat at their house." Ma Xiaoling couldn't help but complain while holding the goose leg in her hand. She glanced at Hong Chen again and said, "A hundred years ago, someone like you would be the most suitable person to guard the charity cemetery."

puff!
Hong Chen quickly wiped his mouth and said unhappily, "Look at you, what a waste."

Ma Xiaoling's eyes widened: "You clearly sprayed it yourself, and you're blaming me?"

"If you don't say that kind of thing, can I spray it?"

"I'm not wrong. My great aunt told me that the caretakers of the charity cemeteries in that era liked people like you who were not afraid of ghosts or death." Ma Xiaoling pouted, looking a little aggrieved.

Hong Chen couldn't help but sigh.

He really didn't expect that after so many years, Uncle Jiu's comments on Wencai could still be applied to him.

Is this a boomerang?
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Ma Xiaoling thought for a moment and said, "However, if you had met someone with real skills when you were a child, maybe we would be in the same industry now."

"You mean catching ghosts? Can't we learn it now?"

"It's not that I can't, but it's too late. The effect may not be good, and I will have to suffer more." She seemed to have thought of something and suddenly smiled: "Do you want to learn? Take me as your master and I can teach you."

Hong Chen swallowed the meat in his mouth, looked at her and said, "Excuse me, does your sect have any rules that prohibit Yang Guo and Xiao Longnu from having that kind of relationship?"

Ma Xiaoling was stunned for a moment, then threw the bone she had just chewed at him in shame and anger: "What are you thinking? Of course not!!"

Hong Chen grabbed the bone and threw it into the bag, his tone firm as if he was going to attack the heaven: "Then I won't worship."

"I won't accept it yet!"

She retorted proudly, but then lowered her head and concentrated on eating.

until--

"What are you doing?" The question was asked in a childish voice with shock in it.

Fusheng leaned against the door frame, looked at Hong Chen, then at Ma Xiaoling, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

Hong Chen said without even raising his head: "If you want to eat, come in. If you don't want to eat, get out."

Ma Xiaoling smiled at Fusheng nonchalantly, raised her beer and prepared to drink it all, then opened another bottle.

"Oh, I see. This is what adults often call stealing food, right?"

puff! !

Ma Xiaoling's reaction was obviously slower than Hong Chen's. The beer in her mouth, which had not yet been swallowed, sprayed directly onto Hong Chen's face.

Hong Chen turned his head expressionlessly, and the beer on half of his face dripped down.

No one knew how this scene tickled Ma Xiaoling's funny bone. Her cold face and reservedness that she had maintained since the morning were instantly broken. She first laughed like a bright blooming flower, and then she bent over with her hands on her stomach, laughing.

Then, the corridor was filled with the sound of Fu Sheng crying out for his parents.

He became a zombie at a very young age and probably never experienced a complete childhood. Hong Chen helped him realize his dream: Don’t envy other children, what they have, you must have too!
Hong Chen's home.

When I came out of the shower, I saw there was one more person in the house.

"God bless you, you're here just in time. Take your son away quickly, or I'll want to beat him up whenever I see him."

Fusheng lay on the sofa, gently touching his butt and pouting his lips in grievance.

Kuang Tianyou smiled instead of getting angry, pinched his face and said, "Now you know how powerful I am, finally someone can control you, a little rascal!"

Ma Xiaoling had returned to her usual self. She said to the three people very seriously, "Tomorrow night is the Return of the Soul. You are all ordinary people. I suggest you find a hotel to avoid the limelight first. After tomorrow night, you can move back."

Hong Chen, Kuang Tianyou and Kuang Fusheng looked at each other.

Kuang Tianyou: "Are you an ordinary person?"

Hong Chen: "I'm not, what about you?"

Kuang Fusheng: "It's so funny, I'm not even a human being!"

(End of this chapter)