Good evening, Lord Hades

It was almost evening when I came home with my master.

I went to the kitchen to cook two small dishes for my master and mixed a plate of peanuts.

The master sat at the table, drinking the old wine which he usually couldn't bear to drink. He didn't speak.

I knew that he was in a bad mood and didn't want to disturb him, so I took a plate, loaded some meat and went outside to feed Dabai.

Because we were not at home all day, Dabai was already hungry.

Seeing me coming with the meat, it kept sticking out its tongue at me.

I touched the wolf's head and sighed: "Dabai, I didn't go to the vegetable market to buy meat today. It's just a little bit. You can make do with it!"

Dabai nodded, while I put the plate on the ground, immediately began to eat.

"Dabai, what kind of deep hatred do you think can make one person, or a group of people, kill other people's family?"

Dabai sobbed a few words, but I didn't understand a word.

"Well, you're a wolf. Even if you're fierce, you can't speak human language, and you can't understand human thoughts."

With that, I patted my thigh, ready to stand up.

Unexpectedly, Dabai pulled my trouser legs with his claws.

I stopped and looked down at Dabai: "Dabai, what do you want to say?"

Dabai looked up at me, then ran to the nearby soil and wrote something with his paws.

Er... What does it want to tell me?

Since I can remember, it has been around Shifu.

For such a long time, maybe it really knows something?

Thinking of this, I quickly strode over to see what Dabai was writing.

But in fact, when I passed by, there were only two crooked characters on the ground.

I stare, trying to identify for a long time, only to find that Dabai is: life experience.

Life experience?

what do you mean?

Whose life experience?

I remember that the question I asked Dabai just now was about the killing of Shifu's family, but Dabai gave me such an answer.

Does this mean that the blood feud of Shifu's family has something to do with whose life experience?

Is it master's? Or mine? Or white? Or someone else's?

"Dabai, what do you mean by these two words?" I asked.

I thought Dabai would give me a more exact answer, but he just wagged his tail and turned to eat the meat on the plate.

"No, Dabai. Now that you've started, you can finish the rest. If you only write these two words, who knows what they mean? " I ran to touch the wolf's head and asked.

But Dabai ignored me and still ate the meat on the plate.

Obviously, the meat on his plate is more attractive than mine.

I thought it was going to be finished before I told me, so I waited for a while.

Unexpectedly, when it finished eating, I was just about to open my mouth to ask, but it lay down in its own nest and snored.

I went, do you want to ignore me?

At least, I'm also its little master, Haosha!

I'm a little speechless, but I can't help it.

Now if I wake him up, he will be able to chase and bite me all night.

It seems that if I want to get something out of his mouth, I have to wait for tomorrow.

I sighed, put away his plate, and then slowly went back to the main room.

The dishes on the table, except for the dish of peanuts, didn't move much.

The master, holding a wine bottle, fell asleep on the table.

I took a coat and put it on my master. Then I put all the dishes on the table into the kitchen.

After washing a cucumber, I went back to my room, lay down on the bed and began to read the pamphlet that master had given me before.

Although this time against two ghost children, my role is basically equal to or greater than zero, but I can't now, doesn't mean I can't in the future.

I believe that as long as I learn all the things in this book, I will be able to become a ghost hunter one day.

Unfortunately, the ideal is very full, the reality is very bony.

I just stare at the book for a while, and then my eyelids start to fight.

Struggling again and again, I finally collapsed under their pomegranate skirt and went to sleep in a daze.

I don't know if it's an illusion. When I close my eyes to go to sleep, I feel that the temperature of the whole room has dropped several degrees, making my hair stand up.

I had a thrill and opened my eyes to see what was going on.

As a result, I found myself floating in the air.

And my body, still lying in bed.

This... What's the situation?

Out of body?

So I'm going to die?

I was so scared that I wanted to go back to my body.

But no matter how hard I try, my soul can't squeeze into my body.

I'm a little anxious. I want to run out and call master.

He is the former head of the Chen family in Ma Yi. He is most proficient in ghosts and gods. He must be able to help me solve my immediate difficulties.

But before I touched the door handle, I saw a white cloud of smoke in front of the door.

I subconsciously stepped back two steps, watching the smoke warily.

I saw that the smoke kept condensing in the air, condensing, and then condensing, and finally formed a beautiful young woman in white, who looked like an immortal.

"You... Who are you?" I asked in a trembling voice.

The young woman stared at me for a long time, then slowly said: "my name is Mo Yi warm, you can call me warm."

"Warm?"

Inexplicably, I think the name seems familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere.

The woman in white nodded and said in a deep voice: "I heard that my father has been running to the sun recently. I have nothing to do, so I came up to have a look to see which fox spirit has hooked his old man's soul!"

This white dress woman's words are really impolite, just like I owe her five million.

But I'm not easy to be provoked. She scolds me for being a fox, and doesn't allow me to hate her?

So, after clearing my throat, I opened my mouth and said, "as the saying goes, I can't manage the East and the west, and I can't manage the people. Even if you're his daughter, you can't care about his dating, can you? I don't think you are too old. It's time to enjoy your youth. Why do you have to be unhappy and take care of your father's love affairs? Is it because you lack fatherly love since you were a child that you have the plot of loving your father

The woman in white was so angry that her hair would stand up.

She grabbed me, looked at me with cannibal eyes, and said, "don't think my father often comes to you now. In this world, he can fall in love with anyone, but he will never fall in love with you! "

"If he really won't fall in love with me, surely you won't come here to see me today?" I gave a sneer.

"You..." the woman in white choked on me again.

Yes, in terms of bickering, I've never been afraid of anyone!

"Little girl, you don't have to be so nervous. Even if your father likes me, I may not like him. I really have no talent and no appearance, but I still have high requirements for men. Just like your father, he can only be a spare tire for me at best I took the opportunity to ridicule again.

Unexpectedly, the white woman's face suddenly changed and slapped me in the face.

"Don't you dare to be disrespectful to my father again. Believe it or not, I'll tear your mouth!"