Wish you good luck?

Fang Shan looked at him accusingly: "Do you want to part ways with me?"

Wei Sushen didn't correct the idiom, and said in a low, pleasant voice, "There's nothing I can do."

Fang Shan said in a miserable voice, "They say the peacock flies southeast, and pauses every five miles..."

When reciting, always pay attention to your surroundings, trying to find a chance to leave.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Following Fang Can's earth-shattering and soul-stirring accusation, Fang Xinghai's gaze was already slashing over like a knife.

Fang Shan stood there, with only a pair of beautiful hands that didn't know where to put them and a back that was deliberately straight.

It's easy to hypnotize him about other things, but the problem is that he doesn't have a father. If the person standing in front of him is a programmer, there is still a possibility of self-deception.

"I..." Fang Shan opened his mouth and uttered the first syllable.

Fang Xinghai's gaze became sharper: "Who are you?"

Fang Shan thought yelling "I'm a bastard" was quite appropriate. He quickly suppressed the thought and his brain raced. In a moment, he put on a grief-stricken expression: "So you really don't know I exist. I am..."

Having said this, his body fell backwards limply. The moment he landed, he found that his body was tilted and moved sideways 30 degrees, finally falling on Wei Sushen.

Under the unfriendly gaze, Wei Sushen calmly pinched Fang Shan's philtrum, but there was no response.

"He's so angry he won't wake up for a while." Wei Sushen lied expressionlessly and was about to carry him away. But Fang Shan's feet dug into the ground like a thousand-year-old tree demon, and he kept muttering in his ear, "Don't carry me like a princess."

Wei Sushen's eyelids twitched, and he tightened his arms, not allowing him to refuse.

Just as they were about to leave the troubled place, Fang Xinghai suddenly shouted, "Wait."

Wei Sushen stopped and turned his face slightly. His facial lines were hard and serious, just like the tone of his voice at the moment: "Mr. Fang, don't just focus on your career. Being a good person is also important."

He left with an ambiguous remark and a sneer.

Fang Xinghai cursed angrily, "The Wei family brats are becoming more and more rampant." Then he glared at Fang Can and said, "And you, what nonsense were you just talking about?"

The more he stirred the muddy water, the darker the situation became. As soon as Fang Xinghai opened his mouth, Fang Can's expression darkened. Normally, Fang Can was known for his composure, but now his emotions were surging, and he had no desire to argue. He simply said, "The hotel isn't safe. It's best to return home early."

Fang Xinghai frowned. He had only been here for less than two days, and he had no clue about Chen Yu's situation. "I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain to your grandfather."

At the beginning, they vowed to investigate Chen Yu's suicide thoroughly.

The recent experience shocked Fang Can's brain nerves: "There may be something dirty in the hotel."

Fang Xinghai shook his head: "I don't care what secrets you have with the Wei family, but remember not to talk nonsense again."

Without waiting for Fang Can to speak, he called the front desk to ask someone to clean up the soup on the floor.

Food was spilled at the door, making it impossible to close it. Before the cleaning staff came, the empty corridor could be seen at a glance.

Fang Xinghai originally bought seafood noodles with a rich sauce, but even with the doors and windows for air circulation, there was no smell of food in the room.

Fang Can couldn't help but ask, "Dad, do you smell the seafood?"

Fang Xinghai looked at him with a look that said 'nonsense': "Of course."

Fang Can felt cold all over, and the unknown creature hiding in the dark seemed to be still staring at him.

The night came quietly in the midst of wandering thoughts.

In the darkness, any slight movement is enough to make people tremble with fear.

Fang Can called out "Dad" softly, but Fang Xinghai just turned over and continued to sleep.

It suddenly started to rain heavily outside the window. Fang Can remembered that Chen Yu also committed suicide on a rainy night. He had seen photos of the scene. His brain was washed away by the rain, which was horrifying.

And now, it is very likely that I will be the next person to die in vain.

Fang Can closed his eyes for less than three seconds and opened them again. In fear, he put on his shoes and tiptoed out, trying not to make any noise.

605.

The knock on the door interrupted the sweet dream. Fang Shan kicked Wei Sushen... and went to open the door.

Wei Sushen was a light sleeper, and the sound of rain and knocking on the door followed one after another, making his sleep uneasy.

Without a peephole, he couldn't observe what was happening outside. As Wei Sushen walked over, he took a small fruit knife from the table and hid it in his sleeve.

After the door opened, a pale face suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Is it you?"

Being able to see living people made Fang Can breathe a sigh of relief, as if he had escaped from the shackles of danger.

The scene was too chaotic during the day, but he clearly felt that the current flowing into his body seemed to come from Fang Shan. He looked towards the bed and said, "I'm coming to find him."

Fang Shan stood up and made a cup of tea, then said calmly, "I didn't ask for any special services."

Fang Can's face darkened. He couldn't understand how Wei Sushen could get along harmoniously with someone with such a bad personality.

Fang Shan leaned against the bedside, holding a teacup, and said lazily, "If you have something to say, get up and report it."

Fang Can thought about it, and finally couldn't help asking: "Are you a ghost exorcist?"

Fang Shan took a sip of tea to dispel the sleepiness: "Thinking is a disease."

Fang Can: "But I clearly felt..."

Fang Shan rolled his eyes and shrugged, as if he was completely unaware.

Fang Can: "Let's talk business, what do you want?"

"I'm not a businessman," Fang Shan hinted. "My only concern is crosstalk. I want more people to appreciate this art form."

Fang Can suppressed the strange feeling in his heart: "Only if you help me solve the problem, I can guarantee..."

Fang Shan made a gesture to keep quiet and said with a smile, "As long as your heart is sincere, that's all."

If you say too much, it will be difficult to deal with if the task settlement system determines that you are cheating.

Fang Shan hooked his finger, and Fang Can stepped over: "What do I need to do?"

Fang Shan opened the window: "Let's blow away the bad luck first."

Leaving Fang Can in front of the window, Fang Shan walked over to Wei Sushen and said, "Excuse me for a moment."

Wei Sushen glanced around and found that there was no place to hide.

Fang Shan walked into the bathroom: "Come quickly."

“…”

Wei Sushen finally walked in, his expression stern, but there was always a sense of playfulness in his words: "How come I didn't know that you were also an exorcist?"

Fang Shan said inexplicably: "Collect some interest first."

Wei Sushen seemed to think of something and chuckled.

Fang Shan pointed at himself and said, "I, the system, protect my child."

Fang Can nearly cost the host his life because he was still counting on the other party to increase attendance. He couldn't get back the loss immediately, but it wouldn't be difficult to make him pay a price.

Wei Sushen: "I'm afraid Fang Can really think of you as a ghost exorcist."

Fang Shan smiled and said, "If that's the case, I'd be unworthy of this title if I didn't smear some incense ash on him and hold a ritual for him."

Wei Sushen's eyes suddenly became more serious: "What on earth is attached to Fang Can?"

Fang Shan had clearly mentioned that every plane has its limitations. Without spiritual energy in this world, there would be no ghosts or evil spirits. Fang Can's mind seemed fine, as if driven by an unknown force.

"There is no conclusion yet." Fang Shan glanced to the side.

"Same kind..." Wei Sushen repeated what Fang Shan had said and looked at him: "Are there other systems nearby?"

Fang Shan didn't deliberately avoid the topic: "According to the program's calculation trajectory, the two systems shouldn't encounter each other in the same plane. Of course, there are exceptions, but it's hard to say right now whether it's Chen Bingying's system that's causing the trouble, or if there are other systems involved."

Wei Sushen: "The system can also kill people?"

Fang Shan smiled. "People have good and evil, and so do systems. If I'm not mistaken, Chen Yu is definitely not the first victim. Those who died should all be people from wealthy families. Some systems can collect luck by hunting down people with good luck."

Wei Sushen raised his eyebrows: "Interesting."

Thanks to Fang Shan, he once thought that all systems were of the same type.

Fang Shan's eyes were sinister: "Host, are you saying that I'm a fake?"

Wei Sushen: "...You are very nice."

Fang Shan temporarily stopped discussing this topic: "Cherish the person in front of you, what do you want to do with the host outside?"

Wei Sushen thought for a moment and said, "Copy the Tao Te Ching a hundred times."

Fang Shan looked at him with a very meaningful look.

Wei Sushen asked, "Too cruel?"

Fang Shan shook his head, feeling that this was the host with the poorest imagination he had ever seen.

A cold wind blew in his face, and Fang Can wrapped himself in a blanket. When he learned that they were going to copy the Tao Te Ching, he asked doubtfully, "Are you sure this isn't retaliation?"

Wei Sushen said calmly: "The door is right there, you can go out at any time."

It is unknown how much resentment is hidden under his obscure eyes, but at least at this moment he chose to copy the "Tao Te Ching" as required.

Fang Shan looked at his expression, which looked like he had suffered humiliation, and then looked at Wei Sushen, who had a hint of pleasure in his eyes. For a moment, he didn't understand how rich people defined honor and shame.

Before daybreak, there was a sound of knocking on the door.

Fang Shan went to open the door, and sure enough, he saw Fang Xinghai standing at the door angrily. He pushed Fang Shan away and stared at Fang Can: "Don't tell me you had a nightmare again."

Fang Can copied the Tao Te Ching all night, his eyes full of fatigue: "I came here to talk about brotherhood."

At the last moment, his rationality reminded him that this was his own son, so Fang Xinghai clenched his fist and didn't swing. He turned around and squinted at Fang Shan: "I don't care what means you used to make him believe such a ridiculous statement. But I promise..."

At this point, he paused, and said threateningly: "You will pay the price for your words and actions."

He stopped talking and it seemed like he had already thought of a way to deal with people.

After saying this, he turned and walked out.

The light of day dispelled the fear in his heart. Fang Can breathed a sigh of relief and followed Fang Xinghai.

The room was quiet again, and Fang Shan's eyes were full of smiles. With Fang Can's guarantee last night, the attendance rate was guaranteed again. Next, he just had to wait patiently for the performance day to arrive.

The rain outside had stopped at some point. Fang Shan stretched lazily. "I hope that father and son are smart and don't think about leaving the hotel now."

Now that you have been targeted, leaving rashly may very likely anger the other party.

Before he could finish his words, he heard a faint cry for help.

When he sighed, Wei Sushen said coldly, "It seems they are not as smart as you think."

Fang Shan thought seriously about whether to stand by and watch the man die, and finally decided to compromise for the sake of the ticket.

The situation was worse than expected. When Fang Shan broke in, Fang Can and Fang Xinghai seemed to have lost their souls and showed signs of jumping out of the window.

Generally, people who commit suicide are heartbroken, but these people's faces are full of fear.

Fang Shan glanced at Wei Sushen and said, "In fact, we have done our best by saving Fang Can."

Fang Xinghai, who was struggling to survive, tried to control his body, turned his pale face and shouted, "Son!"

Fang Shan was stunned by this shout.

Seeing that he was unmoved, Fang Xinghai pried his fingers tightly against the window crack to stop himself from falling further, and begged for help in a hoarse voice: "I am your father, save me!"