Huang Quan's companion

Chapter 36

"Then what if... that ghost controls the body?" He Tang asked.

The magic stick said indifferently: "That's what Zhu Xiaowu's fate should be like."

He Tang lowered his head and thought for a while, then said nervously, "How about... the magic stick, tell his fate?"

"..." Seeing his despondent appearance, Shenzhu sighed, and said, "I've already figured it out for him, the young man was robbed, and his future is uncertain."

"..." He Tang opened his eyes slightly, "Then why didn't you tell me?"

"What's the use of telling you?"

"I can find a solution in advance!"

"It's useless." Shenzhu shook his head with a wry smile, and repeated it seriously, "I tried it, it didn't work."

The sadness and bitterness in his eyes was so strong that He Tang was a little surprised.Yang Jinshu noticed that when the magic stick said this, Min Yuejun on the side showed a puzzled expression.

The magic stick quickly covered up the complicated expression on his face, sniffled his nose, and continued: "How, is it decided? Do you want to save him?"

"Am I going to bet on Xiao Wu's future?" He Tang retreated a little, he didn't dare to take such a big responsibility.He is just a fake brother from outside, and he has no blood relationship with Zhu Xiaowu, but so many unexpected things have happened, he has already started to shrink back, not knowing what to do.

Yang Jinshu pressed his shoulder, exerted a little force, and said to him: "As long as Xiao Wu wakes up, things will turn around."

He Tang thought for a long time before nodding heavily.

The magic stick looked at Zhu Xiaowu for a while, then looked at Min Yuejun hesitantly: "I don't have enough magic power now, you..."

Min Yuejun nodded: "I will help."

Shen stick was quite uncomfortable, nodded hastily, and thanked in a low voice.

Min Yuejun didn't know if he heard it, but he still had that cold expression on his face.

After Yang Jinshu handed the talisman papers written by Tianfeng to Min Yuejun, he pulled Hetang back to the corner of the cave so as not to disturb their spellcasting.

Shen stick has just woken up from a coma, although his mind is clear, his cultivation is extremely unstable.He lifted Zhu Xiaowu's body into the air, took out a blank piece of talisman paper from his cuff, stretched out his hand luckily, and gently slid his fingers across the surface of the talisman paper to write a very complicated talisman paper.The talisman paper was very different from ordinary talisman paper. The white linen paper was made of the same material as the paper money burned for the dead. The runes he wrote on the paper were black, and the characters used seemed to be quite different from those used by Taoists.

He Tang couldn't understand, so he asked Yang Jinshu beside him, "What is the magic stick writing?"

Yang Jinshu shook his head: "I don't know, but that character seems to be a secret spell used in the underworld. I have seen similar characters in a certain book..."

He Tang seemed to understand but half understood: "It really is the way of ghosts."

After the magic stick finished writing the talisman paper, he fixed the talisman paper on Zhu Xiaowu's back, raised his hand, and tore off the talisman paper from his forehead.

Zhu Xiaowu's eyes were wide open, he struggled up violently, and struck with both hands, he was about to hit the shoulder of the god stick. Min Yue Junfu raised his hand and lifted him up a foot, two ice formulas flew out and pierced his shoulders .

Zhu Xiaowu snorted and fell down twitching all over.

He Tang was afraid that he would fall into a cripple, so he rushed over to catch him. Fortunately, the young boy lost a lot of weight and was not heavy in his arms. He wobbled and gently placed him on the ground, watching his facial features contort Rolling back and forth.

The magic stick came over, touched several big acupuncture points on his body with two fingers, lifted his back, pushed his palm back, and the continuous ghost energy rushed in.

When Min Yuejun came to Zhu Xiaowu, fate slowly sent his Taoist qi into him, and confronted the god stick.

He Tang was surprised: "Wouldn't it be possible for two different qi to resist each other?"

The magic stick said: "There are two kinds of souls in his body, one dead and one alive, and they can only be fed with this. When the three souls and seven souls are full of energy, they can temporarily recover their clarity, and we can observe his changes."

He Tang rolled his eyes: "Although I don't understand, you are right!"

Yang Jinshu: "..." Young man, what is your position?

However, the tacit cooperation between Shenzhu and Min Yuejun without saying a word is surprising, and there is no sign of disharmony between master and apprentice.The magic stick didn't even need to give him a look, Min Yuejun had already naturally taken over what he was going to do next.

They waited aside for a while, Shengun and Min Yuejun finally stopped and stepped aside.

Zhu Xiaowu was lying on the ground in a daze, his brows were furrowed, and he hummed weakly.

He Tang cautiously approached, calling: "Little Wu...Little Wu...ah no...Zhu Zishan?"

He was afraid that Zhu Xiaowu would forget the nickname he gave him, so he called back his original name.

Zhu Xiaowu slowly opened his eyes, looked at a head on top of his head, the facial features were quite familiar, he called weakly: "Brother Tang..."

"Hey! It's me!" He Tang smiled all of a sudden, Zhu Xiaowu still recognized him!It means that he is in charge of his body now! "Little Five, get up!"

Zhu Xiaowu sat up with difficulty, only feeling sore all over.He called out to He Tang uncomfortably: "Brother Tang...it hurts..."

He Tang comforted him: "It's okay, it'll be fine soon, man, don't be afraid of the pain!"

Zhu Xiaowu stretched out his arms and said aggrievedly: "I can't stand up, brother Tang...hug..."

He Tang's head was full of black lines, when did this child become so clingy?He sighed and went to pick it up, but unexpectedly Zhu Xiaowu's hand passed through his body, both he and Zhu Xiaowu were stunned.

He Tang came to his senses first, and laughed: "I forgot, I'm already dead...you can't touch me..."

Zhu Xiaowu looked at him suspiciously and sadly: "Brother Tang, what's wrong with you?"

He Tang tapped his forehead lightly, but found that he could touch Zhu Xiaowu, so he said, "Xiao Wu, have you forgotten? Brother Tang is dead, and what you see now is only my soul, you can't touch it." of."

"Dead? You...dead?" Zhu Xiaowu stared at him blankly, as if recalling something, tears welled up in his eyes, "Mother...mother said, you...you hanged yourself. ... I can no longer play with Zishan in the future."

"Your mother is right, I hanged myself, but... I can play with you!" He Tang teased him with a grimace, "But no one can see me, are you afraid?"

Zhu Xiaowu shook his head, opened his innocent and lovely eyes and said, "Don't be afraid, they can't see me either."

"..." He Tang got up, took two steps back slowly, and said hesitantly, "You...you're not Xiaowu..."

Zhu Xiaowu looked at him blankly: "Brother Tang?"

He Tang tugged at his hair in frustration, and said irritably, "Zhu Xiaowu is not like that!"

The magic stick moved closer to observe Zhu Xiaowu, the child let him watch, but the approach of the unfamiliar face made him a little afraid, shrunk his shoulders slightly, and looked at He Tang with some fear.

"Very good, the two of them have merged into one place." Shengun straightened up and said, "It should be the best result."

"What does it mean to merge into one place?"

"The memory coexists, and the personalities complement each other. Part of the ghost's memory and personality are transmitted to Zhu Xiaowu, and Zhu Xiaowu is contaminated with part of the other party's soul breath, and his personality has changed, but his sanity has completely recovered, no different from ordinary people. .”

"One body and two souls?" He Tang tried to explain, "Split personality?"

Shenzhu didn't quite understand what he was saying, so he could only say: "This is already very good. It is the best result for Zhu Xiaowu and that ghost, and it didn't hurt either party."

He Tang crouched on the ground a little depressed: "I think I'm a little tangled..."

Yang Jinshu saw that Zhu Xiaowu was in a daze and did not dare to speak, so he walked over in two steps and patted him on the shoulder: "Zishan, do you still remember me?"

Zhu Xiaowu shook his head.

"My surname is Yang, Yang Jinshu, it belongs to your elder brother Tang..." Yang Jinshu paused, then changed his words, "My friend, stand up, and I'll take you to see the doctor, okay?"

"Brother Jinshu?" Zhu Xiaowu called out tentatively.

Yang Jinshu stroked his head: "Good boy."

Zhu Xiaowu asked again: "Are you dead too?"

Yang Jinshu nodded.

"Like Brother Tang, did you hang yourself?"

"No, I was seriously ill and the doctor couldn't help me, so I died." Yang Jinshu looked at him, "Why do you ask this?"

Zhu Xiaowu glanced at He Tang secretly, and said in a low voice, "Brother Tang, did you ignore me because he was playing with you?"

"..." Yang Jinshu was a little confused, "What?"

Zhu Xiaowu rubbed the ground with the soles of his feet, and whispered: "Brother Tang...has never entrusted me with a dream..."

He Tang twitched the corners of his mouth after listening to their conversation, and said, "I didn't know how to weave dreams at that time... I can't entrust you with dreams."

Zhu Xiaowu didn't understand and looked at him ignorantly.

Yang Jinshu smiled: "Have you never dreamed of Hetang?"

Zhu Xiaowu shook his head.

He Tang squatted down again and asked him, "Zhu Xiaowu, do you miss me very much?"

Zhu Xiaowu nodded honestly.

He Tang's whole heart was about to be melted by his nodding, and the agitation in his heart just now disappeared without a trace, he hugged Zhu Xiaowu and laughed: "Haha, good boy!"

The magic stick reminded; "The child has been hungry for too long, it's time to eat."

"Oh yes!" He Tang slapped his forehead, "Come here, Xiao Wu, I'll take you to dinner! Are you hungry?"

Zhu Xiaowu rubbed his belly and nodded.

Yang Jinshu held up his umbrella and signaled He Tang to go in: "Let's go, let's take him to eat something."

"Where is the kitchen of Qinglianguan? Shall we go and talk to the cook?" He Tang asked.

"Just ask the disciples outside the door. He turned to the master and the apprentice and said, "Thank you for your help. "

The magic stick smiled and said: "Come on, what should I do, why not be polite to me."

After they led Zhu Xiaowu away, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and the forced smile disappeared. He slowly turned his face, facing Min Yuejun who had been silent for a long time, and asked, "At the beginning, Qinglian Guan was exterminated?"

Min Yuejun saw that although he asked bravely, his soul exuded a strong aura of sadness, and he couldn't bear it in his heart.But when he thought that he was the culprit of that incident, a revenge-like pleasure surged in his chest, he nodded and said, "Yes."

"All dead?" Shenzhu asked tremblingly, "Is there not one left?"

"It's just me." Min Yuejun stared at him, but his tone was a bit erratic, "Master, look, how ridiculous. The other masters took in a lot of apprentices in a lively manner, but in the end, I was the only one left."

The god stick stared at him blankly.

Min Yuejun laughed suddenly, and there was a bit of pitiful sadness in the smile: "No, actually it's not...there is another...you who refuse to come back even if you die."

In this world, cold words are like the edge of a knife, and the blade can see the bones.