Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

"Honey? Honey! Say something!"

The tall man came back to his senses and quickly comforted her, his voice was soft and gentle: "Baby, where is this?"

Inside the ice cube, Yang Jie, who was viewed as a specimen, rolled his eyes and looked at the tall and thick man next to him.

"Ah? That's right! Where's the village? Where's everyone?" Kazama Liangxia asked suddenly, "Where are we?"

The tall man shook his head helplessly, turned around, and suddenly saw two people.

His body shook violently.

Liang Xia Kazama also found them, he let out a cry, and couldn't help opening her eyes wide, as if she didn't even think about it, she came to Qing Kong at a super fast speed, and directly hugged her in her arms, a few seconds later , she quickly let go, hurriedly said: "Ah! Sorry! I'm so rude!"

She turned around and waved to the tall man, and shouted, "Honey, this kid looks just like when I was a kid!"

The tall man strode over.

Qingkong's gaze still rested on her mother, her body was shaking non-stop, she threw herself forward, hugged her by the waist, buried her cheek on her back, and the longing that had been suppressed for an unknown amount of time spewed out from her heart.

"mom!"

Liang Xia Kazama's body froze, her eyes widened in a daze, but she subconsciously read the name: "Clear Sky?"

Gu Techuan only saw Qingkong cry once, that time he gave her the goblin spirit of the five-eyed rat man, and after she smashed it into pieces, he hugged himself tightly and shrunk into a small ball.

……

Half an hour later, Qing Kong with swollen eyes was still holding Liang Xia Kazama and refused to let go.

Liangxia Kazama's spiritual body was damaged, she lost her memory, it was very painful, and she was obviously timid.

A little farther away, Furutegawa clinked glasses with the tall man with a plate of peanuts.

Beside the tall man was a plate of Yin Qi pills, which could also be eaten as peanuts.

He just listened to Gu Techuan's general talk about the process, and he is in a process of slow digestion.

Furutegawa, who substituted tea for wine, asked casually, "Uncle, I haven't asked you for your name all this time."

The tall man withdrew his gaze from afar, took a sip of spirit wine, and muttered, "Call father-in-law."

Furute Chuan was stunned, touched his cup with him, drank the herbal tea in the cup, got up and said, "The house next door is empty, so why don't your two elders live there first? We can also meet Qingkong normally."

"Don't be so troublesome." The tall man put down his cup: "The Buddhist altar is a home, please decorate it well, and we will move in later."

"Um……"

Furutegawa pondered slightly, how should the Buddhist altar be decorated?Build a big wild?

……

Youjia opened the entrance door, jumped up the steps in two steps, shaking the bag with both hands: "I'm back!"

In the kitchen, in front of the dining table, the kitten who was drooling over the braised fish wiped the corners of his mouth, ran to the door, opened his big eyes, and raised his head: "Welcome back, can we eat?"

"Well, it's ok?" Youjia said while changing her shoes, "Today Guatechuan picked up Qingkong and left first. Didn't they go home?"

"I'm back..." The kitten stretched out her hands, making a gesture of a princess hug, looking at the clear bedroom door, imitating Furutekawa's tone: "She's a little kid, she doesn't understand anything."

You Jia looked at her, then at the bedroom door, her eyes widened a little bit, then she dragged her shoes, stooped, stood on tiptoes, and ran towards the bedroom door quietly.

The kitten walked quickly on its two legs, following swiftly and silently.

Youjia thought for a while, and chose to cover her ears.

It's not good for five-year-olds to come into contact with this.

The kitten looked at her with wide eyes, and suddenly said: "Don't cover it, there is no one in the room."

"Eh?"

Chapter 176

As time gradually approached late at night, the figures of Furutegawa and Qingkong reappeared in the bedroom.

Qing Kong, who still had tears on his cheeks, couldn't help feeling drowsy, and fell asleep in his arms.

Guatechuan found out the pajamas that the girl often wears, changed them lightly, covered her with a quilt, stood by the bed and looked at it for a while, then stepped out of the bedroom.

In the living room, Youjia is sitting on the sofa and chasing the documentary about the evil spirit society with the kitten Qianxia.

The big white cat is lying cross-legged on the kitten's lap.

Covered leftovers lay on the dining table.

It was very late, and the three of them couldn't have been foolishly waiting without eating.

Youjia looked at Furatekawa who came out of the clear room like a magic trick, and after a few seconds, he said to Kitten and Qianxia: "I've finished watching the documentary too, let's go back to sleep? Sister has something to talk to Furatekawa about."

She played the demeanor of a senior big sister, Qianxia and Xiaomao didn't object, each said "good night", got up and went back to their respective rooms.

Qian Xia's current bedroom is the one in Furategawa's, and Furategawa has now completely moved to the second floor.

Hearing Youjia said that he wanted to talk to him, Gutechuan glanced at her, washed his hands and went into the kitchen, filled a bowl of rice, and cooked with the cold vegetables.

The three girls ate very little, except for the fish with only a small tail left, the rest were basically untouched.

Youjia jogged over, sat down at the dining table, looked at him sideways, and didn't speak.

"Hurry up if you have something to say." He said something vaguely.

Youjia thought for a while, and tried to say, "You can ask anything?"

"You can ask, the answer depends on my mood."

"Then, you and Qingkong were clearly not in the room, why did you come out of her room again?"

"Ok?"

Youjia's eyes flickered, but she tried her best to open them wide, forcing her to remain calm.

Furutegawa thought for a while, swallowed the food in his mouth, put down the bowl, and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

Perhaps seeing that the situation was turning serious, Youjia hurriedly said, "Actually, I'm just asking casually! If you can't answer it, just skip it! Skip it!"

Guatechuan smiled, and pondered: "We went to a special place to meet Qingkong's father and mother."

After he decorates the altar into Dabieye, maybe Qingkong will meet him, so it's better to get a vaccination in advance.

Youjia scratched her head and muttered, "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, it doesn't have to be like this."

Even if she has no common sense, she still knows the difference between life and death, not to mention that Qingkong's parents have been dead for four years, unless it is in a dream, it is impossible to see it in other places.

Guatechuan raised his hand, put his thumb on his lips, and his index finger on his temple, and smiled softly: "Yes..."

His cheeks still felt wet to the touch, sobbing Qingkong said that when her mother hugged her, it was exactly the same as when she was protecting her four years ago.

He picked up the bowl and continued to eat.

You Jia next to him bent his legs, stepped on the chair, hugged him with his arms, and looked at him sideways.

After dinner was full, Furutegawa washed the dishes, walked up to the second floor, entered the study room, clicked on the live broadcast room of Huawu's concert as usual, first glanced at the second list, clicked ten times on the mouse, and put his own When the name top was the highest and no one could surpass it, it stopped, closed the page, and began to search for "Buddhist altar decoration".

There are quite a lot of styles of Buddhist altars, the high-end ones have several floors and several doors, and the ordinary ones are more simple. He probably took a look and found that although they are quite exquisite, they are not wild.

After thinking about it, he sent a message to Shi Chuan, asking him if he knew the person or manufacturer who customized the altar.

After the text message was sent, there was a call from there.

He pressed the connect button, and a sound of packing things came from the receiver.

谷覿

"Furutegawa, I'm going to meet a Buddhist altar craftsman right now, should we go together?"

He was startled, looked at the time, and asked, "Now?"

"It's my father's friend. Something happened suddenly at home. They said it was a ghost. I'll go to your side first."

After hanging up the phone, Furudegawa closed the shrine's webpage and opened the live broadcast room. Hua Wu had just finished singing and was resting and chatting. More than half of the bullet screens were inquiring about his identity.

"Well, who is it?" There was a faint smile in her voice.

The uniform barrage instantly turned into "two eyes and one black".

The corner of his mouth curled up, he turned off the computer, went to change his clothes, and went downstairs and out the door.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa's car has just arrived.

He got in, and the car turned around, speeding down the deserted street.

"Why did you order a Buddhist altar all of a sudden?" Shi Chuan asked.

Gu Techuan said casually: "I want to build a big different field, what's going on with you?"

"It's just that the doll at home is alive. It must be some kind of ghost, or Fusangshin was born..." Ishikawa Yasuhiro said calmly.

These days, he and Guategawa have traveled several times, and each time they have different nightmares, so they are a little numb now.

What's so scary about ghosts?What's so scary about witches?It's just a dream.

The car gradually reached the edge of the urban area, and finally stopped outside the courtyard wall of a kendo gym.

The two got out of the car.

Gu Techuan glanced casually, and there were two stone statues of Koma dog standing at the gate, and there were several cameras hidden in the open and in the dark.

He nodded and said, "It's a good place, very suitable for making ghosts."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro laughed dryly, walked over and knocked on the door, and said loudly, "Uncle Endo! It's me!"

A door light suddenly turned on, and there was the sound of the door opening inside, and the sound of light footsteps came over. Furudegawa moved his ears and turned his head slightly.

The person who came was not an uncle, but a girl.

Perhaps the identity of the visitor was confirmed on the camera, the door opened directly, and a tall young woman with loose long hair bowed slightly: "I'll trouble you to come here in person at such a late hour."

"Where?" Yasuhiro Ishikawa waved his hand: "Yuko, so you are at home."

"Yes, the school is on spring break." The woman explained slightly.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro turned sideways, let out Furutekawa behind him, and introduced him: "She is the daughter of Uncle Endo. She is currently studying in university, and she is also majoring in Buddhist altars. This year, uh... what grade is she in?"

"Third year in college, 20 years old, blood type A, currently single." The girl called Yuko leaned back again, with just the right amount of blush on her cheeks.