Chapter 13 Chapter 13

Xibai called the police and reached out to pull Gu Chi, who seemed to be still staring at him in a daze.

"Let's go first."

Gu Chi felt the warmth coming from Xibai's body, and his steps were not fast, but his chest began to rise and fall violently.

"Where to?"

Hearing this, Xibai turned his head, revealing a small part of his delicate and beautiful profile under the hazy and illusory sunlight shining from above. At

this moment, the two ghosts present saw the golden light flashing in Xibai's eyes and on his body.

The flash on his body was merit.

The flash in his eyes was a faint sharpness.

"How should I put it..."

Xi Bai's lips curled up a little, and his lips were slightly pursed, which made him, who had soft and friendly features, reveal a rare expression of a little conspiracy and cunning at this moment.

He hummed, and even the pair of eyes with eyelashes holding the sunlight curved up.

"First find some evidence and prepare to arrest people."

The eyes of the two ghosts widened at this moment.

The paper ghost thought it was finished at first. After all, although it could not see Gu Chi's origin, the appearance of this person immediately broke the illusion it set up in the furniture city, and even trapped it easily without making a move.

But it didn't expect that the person it wanted to harm would become its benefactor who saved it from danger.

At this time, the paper ghost was both repentant and excited. He looked at Xibai with an excited and grateful mood, wishing he could shed two lines of blood and tears, and then use the blood and tears to write a long thank-you letter to Xibai in person.

It can only be said that it is a pity that Xibai does not know what is in its paper-made brain.

In comparison, Gu Chi's thoughts are much simpler:

- Xibai, cute!

- Xibai at that moment just now was even cuter!

- But what exactly is 110?

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Going down the escalator floor by floor, Xibai turned back and said, "I'll buy you something else?"

Gu Chi nodded lightly.

Xibai not only bought it for Gu Chi, but also bought himself a new gaming chair.

The old one was too big before, and Gu Chi just sat on it, so Xibai planned to give it to him.

When buying a mattress for Gu Chi, an interesting thing happened.

Because the size of the mattress is quite special, most beds are 2m long, but Xibai chose a 2m2 bed for the big Gu Chi.

Usually stores don't have mattresses of this size, and even if they do, they are often overstocked and eventually have to be sold off to clear out the stock.

It just so happened that the store Xibai entered had a mattress that was exactly 1m2*2m2.

The owner had put it at the door for a 20% discount two days ago, but after two days of no one was interested, he took it back.

When he saw Xibai coming today, he saw the "big" Gu Chi next to him at a glance.

So the shopkeeper was overjoyed and was about to say something like "Since you two are so friendly, I'll give you an 12% discount" or "Old customers know that my store's price is the real price, and we basically don't give discounts."

But before he could say anything, Xibai got the better of him.

"Boss, let's take out the 20% off mattress that you've been displaying for two days."

"It's the double-sided mattress with bristles on one side and sponge on the other."

"The xx brand."

There were few customers in the furniture mall, and the shopkeeper knew exactly how many people walked by the store every day. After Xibai exposed the truth, the shopkeeper even knew the brand of the mattress, the direction of placement, and the location of the discount label, so he subconsciously forgot to pretend.

"You, how did you know?"

Xibai glanced at the void beside him.

How did he know?

——Of course he heard it.

Paper ghosts are trapped in the furniture mall for years. They wander around when they have nothing to do. Of course, they are most familiar with the situation of each store.

Xibai suddenly remembered the two shop assistants he met when he entered the furniture mall. They said that they got off work early recently because the furniture mall was not peaceful at night. It must be because the paper ghosts have been resentful these days and they can't help but make some noise at night.

However, there shouldn't be any more in the future.

The exposed store owner honestly moved out the mattress and gave Xibai a bill at a 20% discount.

Xibai ran to various stores and bought table lamps and desktop storage cabinets. Holding the large and small order sheets from various stores, he unknowingly reached the third floor.

Before going to the cashier to pay, Xibai suddenly stopped.

"Help me get it." Xibai stuffed the order form into Gu Chi's hand.

He was worried about the truth of the furniture store and didn't notice Gu Chi's expression at the moment.

Gu Chi hadn't said much since he bought the mattress.

His mood was always up and down.

He could see the paper ghost, and he could see Xibai and the paper ghost "flirting". Although the two had never spoken, considering Xibai's "mind reading", there must have been communication between the two.

Gu Chi was still wondering, what did Xibai and the paper ghost do when they suddenly left just now?

What did that 110 mean?

Is it some mysterious code? I heard from my subordinates that the world is different now. Lovers don't celebrate the Chinese Valentine's Day, but some other festival, which seems to be three numbers.

Could it be this 110?

…Xibai wants to cross 110 with the paper ghost? !

Since they are all ghosts, why can the paper ghost do it, but Xibai was very resistant on the day he entered the dream?

Gu Chi subconsciously clenched his hands, but all he grabbed was a handful of thin paper.

The body temperature that left as soon as it touched him was as if it had never been there, like a feather that was as light as nothing, the tip of the feather gently tickled his heart a few times, leaving a heart-throbbing itch, and then left as if nothing had been done.

It makes people nostalgic, obsessed, and eager, and even gives rise to a bit of resentment.

When he looked up at the back again, Gu Chi didn't know that his expression now really looked a bit like a large dog that was wronged.

Xi Bai was completely unaware of this. He walked to the railing, took photos of the furniture mall from all directions and angles, and sent them to Zhuang Suan.

[White: Little garlic, help me ask your brother, what is the Feng Shui of this place like]

[Shen Suanzi: ???]

[Shen Suanzi: Xi Bao! You have learned bad things!!!]

Xi Bai laughed evilly.

[White: Hurry up, it's urgent!]

[White: I'll treat you to milk tea when I get back!]

Encouraged by a cup of thick cheese and double fleshy grapes, Zhuang Suan quickly came back with Zhuang Shu's reply.

[Shu Shang Riding a Monkey: The picture is not very clear, but it can be roughly determined that it is a formation for fortune, but from the angle of the sunlight, the direction and structure of this formation are more inclined to fire... It is not a conventional formation. Ask Xibai to see if there is a dried-up fountain in the center of this building?]

Xibai had already reached the second floor, and upon hearing this, he looked from the side of the escalator toward the center of the furniture mall.

Zhuang Suan had just created a group for him and Zhuang Shu, and Xibai took a photo and sent it to them.

[White: It really is! [Picture]]

[Shu is riding a monkey: That's right, this is an evil wealth formation]

It is usually said that water can transport wealth, but water often transports positive wealth. Positive wealth is often more difficult and slower to come by, but it is better in that it flows slowly and continuously; whereas side wealth comes quickly, but for a short time.

Businessmen with vision often set up a formation at home, in a company, or in a store that focuses on positive wealth and supplements it with side wealth.

[The Monkey on the Art of War: Even if the main source of income is side income, it doesn't matter. It's just the difference between making quick money and making slow money.]

But there are always people who want to take shortcuts.

[The Monkey on the Art of War: Arrange the fortune array to look like the fire element. Water and fire will counteract each other, and the side income will turn into windfall.]

The banker who has been watching suddenly shows up.

[The Divine Calculator: Windfall? That's not getting rich overnight!]

[The Monkey on the Art of War: Tsk! How did I teach you that everything in the world is born from yin and yang. What's the next sentence?]

[The Divine Calculator: Oh! [ Good fortune and misfortune go hand in hand]

Just as Zhuang Shu said, the Feng Shui wealth formation that goes against the five elements can indeed bring people sudden wealth, but what follows is bound to be a disaster.

[The Divine Calculator: No wonder the furniture store’s business has been getting worse and worse in recent years, it turns out that it is backlashing]

[The Monkey on the Shu: How can it be that simple? How can someone who uses this forbidden formation to seek wealth let himself suffer losses and encounter dangers. The evil formation that goes against the will of heaven often requires human lives to suppress it!]

Xi Bai's eyes swept to the side.

Just as Zhuang Shu said, the evil formation is against heaven and earth, and human lives must be used to suppress the backlash.

And the paper ghost is actually the victim of this evil formation, and the "sacrifice" of this fortune formation belonging to the fire element!

Soon, the police who received the call came and directly sealed off the furniture store.

Under the guidance of the victim's ghost, Xibai informed the police of the location where the furniture store owner had killed someone and buried the body. After about an hour of excavation, the body that had been sealed for many years finally saw the light of day.

The evidence was irrefutable, and the furniture store owner could not deny it and confessed on the spot.

Xibai also saw the person who was escorted out by the police from a distance. He looked emaciated, with dark circles under his eyes almost sinking to his cheeks.

[術上騎个猴: It is natural that setting up the evil formation will backfire. From your description, this boss is estimated to be dying soon]

[術上騎个猴: What happened to the wronged soul that was used as a sacrifice? Did it become a fierce ghost? Send me the address, I will capture the ghost and break the formation at the same time]

Xibai said no, the ghost has been subdued.

He will burn a letter to the Black and White Impermanence later, asking them to capture the ghost.

[Shu Shang Riding a Monkey: Wow, not bad, Xibai, you can even catch ghosts, much more talented than Xiaosuantou]

[The Divine Calculator: ???]

[White: No, I was almost trapped by that ghost, luckily I was with Gu Chi]

[White: You really deserve to be called a very yang person, you broke the illusion of the paper ghost in one go!]

Xibai praised him a lot in the group chat, while on the other side of the phone, Zhuang Shu looked a little puzzled after reading what Xibai said.

Black and gold mist... Is this one included in the various records about the extremely yang horoscope?

He got up and left the room to look for Zhuang Suan.

"Little garlic."

Zhuang Shu pushed the door open and saw Zhuang Suan sitting on the window sill.

He entered his brother's bedroom and sat down, taking the pork jerky on the table, and asked his doubts while chewing it.

But after he finished speaking, he heard no answer.

"Little garlic?"

Zhuang Shu called again, and this time, Zhuang Suan didn't even respond to refute the nickname.

After swallowing the pork jerky in his mouth, Zhuang Shu turned around and found that Zhuang Suan was still sitting there in the same position as before. Upon closer observation, his shoulders seemed to be shaking.

Crying?

Just because he and Xi Bai called him Little Garlic?

Zhuang Shu approached cautiously, leaning over to observe.

He saw Zhuang Suan sitting on the window with his mobile phone in his hand. The screen still displayed the group chat interface of the three of them. He stared at the chat content just now, and he didn't know what he was thinking about, but he didn't cry. He

was still laughing.

He glanced at the screen, and he didn't know what he was thinking about, laughing so hard that his shoulders shook.

While shaking, he repeated a sentence in a low voice.

Zhuang Shu moved closer and heard Zhuang Suan say:

"So sweet..."

"Hehe!"

Zhuang Shu: ...?