Undead Journal

Chapter 9

Sunny January 1th in the Age of the Undead ①

Hearing this, the teacher just arrived.

In an instant, my mind turned a few times between coincidence and misunderstanding and my crush on Mr. Watering Can. Mr. Watering Can calmly turned his head and asked, "What are you?"

In an instant, I knew that the teacher probably had some idea this time, and concluded that Mr. Watering Can could see him.Otherwise, Mr. Watering Can would never be so rash.

But, what... I almost couldn't hold back my smile, Mr. Watering Can is so poisonous!

The teacher's face turned blue and white, and then turned white and green. As a ghost, there is such a wonderful alternation of colors, which really made me amazed.

I wasn't too nervous, I was afraid that the teacher would make a big move because of this.

At this moment, Mr. Watering Can and I are both bathed in the sun, so there is a faint pride in our hearts.

Of course, if the sun were gone, Mr. Watering Can and I would still be in danger.

But as I said long ago, I am a short-sighted person, and this complacency means that every moment I strive for is a moment.

The teacher's face turned pale for a long while, but he swallowed his anger and let the words pass by. He ordered stiffly: "Wen Yuan, come here, I have a method to remind you of your previous life, and you will think of me after you use it."

Mr. Watering Can looked at him for a while, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, dialed the number, and said, "Young Master Yu, I have a business to entrust to you. Help me save a century-old old ghost. What's the price? Ten Is it enough?"

When Mr. Watering Can said this, half of my attention was still on the teacher, for fear that he would do something that would kill him.

However, the teacher's face cracked and cracked, and finally turned into calmness strangely.He stood there quietly and waited, as if he was sure that the heavenly master who came would not do anything to him.

"Is the celestial master you invited spiritual?"

I couldn't resist asking Mr. Watering Can.

Mr. Watering Pot said indifferently: "The Wang family's direct line, the next head of the sect, if he can't do it, basically we are going to be mandarin ducks with the same fate."

I don't understand at all what kind of existence this direct descendant of the Wang family is, but at least I can hear what he means, and my heart is calmed down a lot, and I smiled back at Mr. Watering Can: "You are wrong, it is obviously the same fate. "

The teacher's calm face suddenly cracked again, and he looked at me coldly: "You are such a dude, you are also worthy of Xiao Xiangwen Yuan!"

"you are wrong."

I really shook my head: "I don't even know who Wen Yuan is, I only think about him."

When I said this, I really wanted to hug Mr. Watering Can's waist, but in the end I gave up.

I can't bear to make Mr. Watering Can shudder over this.

"you!"

The teacher is angry.

I looked at the bright sunshine, then at the calm Mr. Watering Can, and again, as before, I sat down shoulder to shoulder with Mr. Watering Can, keeping a distance of a few nanometers, basking in the sun.

The quiet time passed quickly, and it seemed that it was only a few minutes before I heard the sound of the doorbell.

Mr. Watering Can calmly took out his mobile phone and made a call: "You don't expect me to open the door for you, do you? I'm stuck on the balcony."

The next moment, the door was mercilessly blasted open by a fire dragon.

The corner of my mouth twitched, is it necessary to use such a drastic way?

I turned my head slowly following the rhythm of Mr. Watering Can, who knew that the teacher's rhythm was slower than ours.

No, he had no rhythm at all, because he didn't look back at all, just looking at Mr. Sprinkling Can quietly and pompously.

I think my focus is also strange. At this time, I should have gone to see the culprit who opened the door.

Perhaps this is because the sourness in the bones has not been eliminated, because this mysterious teacher has brought me too much sense of threat, and no accident can erase his place in my heart.

Naturally, this status is extremely negative.

While I was observing the teacher, Mr. Watering Can had finished greeting the visitor.

Mr. Watering Can greeted: "Young Master Yu."

The person who came responded: "Shu Bai."

Only then did I know the name of Mr. Watering Can, and I couldn’t help but turn my head to look at him, and I just saw Mr. Watering Can’s eyebrows loosen.

Obviously, he had just frowned before.

Before I had time to think about why Mr. Watering Can frowned, Young Master Yu had already said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to earn you this hundred thousand."

I suddenly became nervous, and had to temporarily ignore why Mr. Watering Can frowned.

"It's just a hundred-year-old kid, can't you get rid of it?"

Mr. Watering Can asked Young Master Yu indifferently.

Yu Shao avoided answering, and gently persuaded: "You have been entangled with him for a hundred years, and he would rather not go to reincarnation and stay in the world to find you. If I don't completely eliminate the cause and effect, even if I save him now, in the next life, in the next life, he will be the one who will kill you." Will find you again."

Mr. Watering Can said indifferently: "In the next life, I will not be me anymore, I will take care of what it does."

Young Master Yu seemed to be choked up, and didn't answer for a long time, but the teacher took the words tremblingly: "Wen Yuan, you hate me so much that you don't even want to think of me?"

I instantly recognized the cause and effect. It seems that the teacher and Mr. Watering Can were not in love with each other in the previous life.

I have to humbly admit that this delights me quite a bit.

"Why don't you just forget it and talk about it in your next life?"

Yu Shao persuaded the teacher again.

Without turning his head, the teacher said fiercely, "You either shut up, or you have saved me!"

"Come on, I don't want to interfere with your affairs."

Saying so, that Young Master Yu actually left.

I was dumbfounded, isn't he a celestial master?

Where is his industry conscience!

"Book white."

I swallowed my saliva and asked Mr. Watering Can, "Is there any way for you to leave directly from the balcony?"

Mr. Watering Can gave me a weird look, pursed his lips and said, "I won't go, you go."

As he spoke, he took out his phone again and asked that Young Master Yu, "Young Master Yu, since you are not willing to help me save that century-old ghost, then help me take this thousand-year-old ghost away. The price is still one hundred thousand."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was swept into the room by a gust of wind, and I realized that the sunlight had become much weaker before I knew it.

"Let go of Shubai, what's coming at me!"

I rushed into the room without hesitation, and stretched out my arms like an eagle guarding a cub to block Mr. Watering Can.

The teacher didn't say a word, just flicked his fingers, and in an instant I was thrown to the ceiling by a strong force, and then fell back to the ground, pinning my limbs and being unable to move.

"Wen Yuan, remember your past life carefully."

The teacher walked towards Mr. Watering Can step by step, speaking softly.

Mr. Watering Can didn’t move at all, just let him approach like that, my heart sank, I’m afraid that Mr. Watering Can, like me, was also bound by some kind of magic spell.

Probably the teacher will not do anything to him, just want him to remember the things in his previous life.

I tried my best to comfort myself in my heart, but when I saw the teacher's forehead touching the forehead of Mr. Watering Can, I still couldn't help but burst into tears.

As soon as the teacher took his forehead away, Mr. Watering Can fell down.

Fortunately, the teacher caught him in time and did not let him hit the ground.

However, his eyes were closed tightly, his nose did not rise and fall, and he looked dead.

"What did you do to him?"

I asked tremblingly.

The teacher ignored me and just stared at Mr. Watering Can with piercing eyes.

I have never hated my incompetence like this for a moment, and the resentment in my heart poured straight to my limbs like a tidal wave breaking a bank.

In the surging tide, I suddenly discovered that my limbs that were nailed to death seemed to be a little...loose?

I forced myself to calm down, and silently washed my limbs with those tides like a martial arts master rushing to the acupuncture points. At the same time, I looked anxiously at Mr. Watering Can, hoping for his breathing, hoping that he would open his eyes, and calculating how to catch him by surprise. snatched him from his master.

Just when I felt that I could finally completely control my body, Mr. Watering Can actually opened his eyes. He looked at me fixedly, opened his lips lightly, and spit out two words: "Shu Bai. "

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