The Daily Life of the Great Demon King

Seeing Shen He's first glance, Xu Xingchen couldn't help but remembered what Zhou Yuan had said to him just now, "I can see that your Yintang is black and your face is bloodless...", it feels like Shen He fits better now.

Shen He was wearing a white shirt and standing under the street lamp at the intersection. The street lamp stretched his figure long. A gust of wind blew his clothes and his clothes clung to his body, making him look too thin. And his face was really too pale, almost bloodless, and his lips were pale, and his eyes were black. If you accidentally see it at night, you will probably be scared if you are timid.

"Dahe, why are you..." For a while, Xu Xingchen didn't know how to describe his current thoughts, "How did you make yourself like this? Did you feel uncomfortable? Did you go to the doctor?"

Hearing the words, Shen He raised his head to look at him, his movements were slow, his eyes were dull, his mouth opened as if there was a delay, and it took a while before he spoke, "Stars, you are here..."

"What happened?" Xu Xingchen asked.

Shen He fixed his eyes on him, and after a long time, he replied, "Xingxing, do you believe there are... ghosts in this world?"

He said that special word very lightly and lightly. If he didn't pay attention to it, even if he was so close, he would easily be missed. And when he said this word, his expression was very strange, he was frightened, and he brought something else with him.

Xu Xingchen was taken aback when he heard the words, and then frowned slightly, "Why would you think of asking this question?"

He had previously said to Zhou Yuan about the "successors of socialism," and although there were elements of joking for the live broadcast effect, he did not believe in ghosts and gods in his heart.

Playing horror games scared ghosts and screaming. They weren't pretending. There were strange noises at home, and they turned pale when scared. They weren't pretending to be ghosts. But what he was afraid of was never ghosts. It's like you are doing something seriously and attentively, and suddenly someone yells in your ear and pats your shoulder. It has nothing to do with ghosts and gods, and you will be frightened.

Xu Xingchen always felt that the human heart is much more terrifying than the so-called ghosts and gods.

After his voice fell, he saw Shen He next to him. His eyes seemed to dim suddenly, his head drooped slightly, his voice was low and inaudible, "Sure enough, you don't believe this..."

"You told me before that you have encountered something, what is it?" Xu Xingchen asked, "I dare not pack the ticket and I can help you solve it, but at least I can help you share it."

Xu Xingchen stretched out his hands and grabbed Shen He by the shoulders, "Dahe, we are friends! Don't worry about whether I believe in ghosts or gods, at least tell me what happened first."

The moment his voice fell.

Another gust of wind blew by, the leaves above the head rustled, and the shadows on the ground began to sway.

This road is a little remote with the back of the street. Although the street lights are bright, there is no one on the street at the moment. Occasionally there is the sound of car horns, mixed with the sound of people laughing and talking from afar, that kind of ethereal feeling, as if from another world as far away.

Inexplicably, the atmosphere suddenly became a little scary.

...

While they were talking, Zhou Yuancheng brought up his favorite convenient folding stool for the elderly, and followed it slowly.

He had already picked off his sunglasses and moustaches along the way. Now it looks like they are different from the previous flyovers in mass production of magic sticks. The eyes that are blocked by the sunglasses are very sharp. A little afraid to look directly.

It can only be said that it is worthy of the law enforcement of the previous generation of Wushan.

When Zhou Yuancheng walked over, he happened to hear Xu Xingchen's words, and said, "Young man, I felt a very faint ghost aura on you before. I originally thought it was accidentally contaminated. The original source is here."

When he spoke, his gaze fell on Shen He, and he slightly squinted his eyes for a moment, "The Yintang is black and the face is bloodless...Forget it, I don't bother to talk about it. To put it bluntly, he stays in a place with too much resentment. The breath of the original stranger began to weaken. If this continues, it won't be long before he will die."

Xu Xingchen heard the words and looked back and saw that Zhou Yuancheng was stunned, mainly because he didn't dare to recognize it. After a while, he was sure that it was the **** stick on the overpass just now. And because of Zhou Yuancheng's words, he A little angry, "Uncle, my friend has no grievances with you, you are a bit too much to talk like that!"

Unlike him, Shen He had a different reaction. He looked up almost instantly, with hope in his eyes and something unknown, "Uncle, do you also believe that there are ghosts in this world?"

Zhou Yuan nodded, "I don't believe it, but I am sure that I have seen it with my own eyes, and I have cleaned up a lot."

Shen He's eyes brightened, "Uncle...No, Master, can you help me?"

Even the title has been changed.

Xu Xingchen originally wanted to say that Zhou Yuancheng was a liar who set up a fortune-telling stall on the flyover, but when he saw Shen He's confident and hopeful look, he hesitated. Inquired, "Dahe, what happened, you and me... I will talk to this uncle, let's think of a solution together."

Hearing this, Shen He looked at him, then at Zhou Yuancheng, then turned to look towards the end of the street, his voice was low, and he said slowly, "I told you before, I have some in my hand. Money, just want to buy a house..."

...

Although Shen He and Xu Xingchen met in the game, he is not an Internet anchor like Xu Xingchen. He is an Internet writer by profession and has been writing since he was in college. Over the past few years, he has accumulated a small reputation. I dare not say that I am rich and expensive, but compared to many office workers, he is still better. At least he has made enough money to buy one in this city at this age and without any help from the family. The down payment for the house, in addition to some surplus.

He originally wanted to see new properties, but he was not satisfied with it. However, when browsing the Internet, he accidentally noticed a set of second-hand houses. The decoration looks good regardless of the location and the price is higher than that on the market. A lot cheaper.

At first, he thought it was a fake house that the intermediary used to cheat phone calls, but with the mentality of giving it a try, he still called for consultation.

Unexpectedly, the house turned out to be real, and the price was also the one listed on the Internet. Not much to say. Judging from the intermediary's revealing meaning, it seems that it is still negotiable.

Although Shen He usually lives alone and rarely interacts with people, he still understands the basic truth that the sky won't fall into the pie.

So I asked the agent if there was something wrong with the house.

The other party was also a real person, and he didn't hide it, so he explained the situation directly to him.

"In this house, people have died."

In the early years, everyone was very taboo about this kind of thing. In many places where people have died, people walked around subconsciously, let alone places where they lived for a long time.

But by now, I'm not too particular about it. There is a saying-I am not even afraid of the living, but also the dead. Moreover, in this world, countless people die every day, and the color of fear shrouded in the word death gradually fades.

"The person who died in the house was a young girl in her twenties. She had just graduated from university. She died of illness or accident, but was killed. It was said that the police came and saw , I was shocked."

Those who died of homicide belonged to the ranks of death. People were still a little concerned about this, but the price of this house was completely enough to completely smash this mind.

"This house was actually sold once. The buyer was a middle-aged man in his 30s. After the procedures were completed, he moved in quickly. After less than half a year, something went wrong, most of the night. , Drowned himself in the toilet. Later, I heard that it was because I drank, and I encountered a problem with the toilet, so... the people were gone. But this method of death is really weird. For this reason, the community Some of the owners raised some money and hired a husband to do the job. However, after that, some people always said that they were disturbed by strange things."

Then the price of this house dropped again and again, and finally became the price that Shen He saw.

After Shen He heard this, although he thought it was a coincidence, he didn't really care.

The books he has written over the years are of all types. The city of Xianxia is fantastic and supernatural. In short, the protagonist must have some special abilities. But he was the same person as Xu Xingchen, and he didn't believe in ghosts and gods at all in his heart.

The agent said to Shen He, “Although I also want to sell and buy the house, after all I rely on this to eat, but I still want to remind you that although the price is very cheap, it is recommended that you consider it before making a decision, because buying a house is Major events, most people have such a house in their entire lives. In case something goes wrong, it will be very bad, and if this house wants to change hands, it will only be more difficult. This is nothing, just in case... I don’t need to say it. . So, you should think about it carefully."

"There are no ghosts in this world." He said, and then asked the intermediary, "If you want to buy it, how much cheaper can this house be?"

After he said so, the intermediary stopped persuading him and offered him a price.

Shen He felt acceptable, and after discussing some details, he bought the house.

When the formalities were finally completed, the intermediary told him that even if it’s just for peace of mind, it’s better to find someone to see it, or go to the temple and ask for something to come back to the town.

Shen He said thank you, but didn't consider it at all.

Originally, I wanted to ask the housekeeper to clean the house, but they didn't take his job at all.

There is no choice but to do it yourself.

It took a few days to simply clean up, and he moved in.

That day, he happened to ran into the neighbor's house with the door open, and he glanced casually. The house was packed with boxes, as if he was about to move.

And when he went out after that, he always felt that the people in the community looked at him with complicated eyes, surprised, sympathetic, and some inexplicable things.

Shen He didn't care, anyway, he didn't go out frequently, and he stayed at home many times.

Everything was fine for the first half month.

Don't talk about seeing something unclean or hearing weird noises. When he slept, he hadn't even had a nightmare.

His neighbor moved away.

And in the fifteen days after he moved in, a new neighbor arrived.