Chapter 6
The fact that Xie Changshi had been in a coma for a month was no secret within the Xie family. During this period, many people were waiting for an opportunity to take over.
But to Rong Jing, who had just come out of the coffin, it was very unfamiliar.
Rong Jing was curious. She half-lay on the bed, tilted her head downward, revealing a pair of clear eyes under the moonlight. She asked him, "Why did you sleep for a month?"
"I met a powerful ghost." Xie Changshi said slowly.
Back then, after Taoist Taixu sealed the mirror in the coffin, he left Xie Changshi a white jade dragon-shaped pendant, which disappeared without a trace the next day. Xie Changshi knew that the jade pendant was a life-saving magic tool, so like the red string, he always carried it with him.
That night he returned to the villa from the company. As soon as he opened the door, all the lights in the house went out, the curtains opened automatically without wind, and a strong ghostly aura permeated the entire space.
Having been haunted by ghosts for years, Xie Changshi knew the enemy was up to no good and should not be underestimated. Without hesitation, he threw the white jade dragon pendant, colliding head-on with the evil ghost. The ghost screamed and howled, its face grim as it tore at his body.
But as time passed, the white jade dragon-shaped pendant turned into powder, but the evil ghost that was burned by the magic weapon gradually recovered and stared at Xie Changshi with its scarlet eyes again.
If the red rope hadn't helped to block it at the last moment, he would have been in a coma for more than just a month.
Rong Jing could already guess how critical the situation was just by listening to the description. He clenched his fists in anger and asked, "Where's that ghost?"
"It ran away," Xie Changshi replied, "It was seriously injured and should go get some treatment."
Rong Jing snorted in his heart when he heard this.
That evil ghost had better not come to the door again, otherwise he will beat it into a ball and kick it back and forth.
"Thank you Changshi." The room was silent for less than a minute before Rong Jing spoke again.
Xie Changshi looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"
Rong Jing pointed at himself half hanging on the bed railing and said seriously, "I feel a little uncomfortable like this."
Xie Changshi's mouth twitched.
It would be strange if this posture, which is more twisting than a cat's, is comfortable.
"Then lie down well."
"I want to lie down with you, and we can talk quietly under the quilt."
"……no."
"Why?"
“It’s too crowded.”
Rong Jing craned his neck to look down again. Okay, he admitted that the single bed was a bit cramped for the two of them, and with a bit of regret, he sank back into his own bed. But within two seconds, he poked his head out again and asked Xie Changshi, "Xie Changshi, can you tell me how you've been these past twelve years? Any fun things? Oh, and how were your college entrance exam scores? Did you really crush that perennial runner-up?"
Although Rong Jing didn't know much about human society, after being influenced by what he saw and heard that year, he knew that the college entrance examination was the most important thing for a high school student.
Xie Changshi recalled the past twelve years.
The strange thing is that he is a man with a very good memory, but most of his memories have become blurred.
However, every detail of the year I lived with Rong Jing can quickly appear in my mind.
In the end, he only answered the following question: "I transferred schools before the college entrance examination. I was the second-best student in the province that year."
Rong Jing said regretfully, "Did he manage to take advantage of the situation?"
Xie Changshi wanted to laugh when the word "picking up a bargain" came out of Rong Jing's mouth. Lu Yunji, the person involved, often joked about how he got the provincial top scorer by chance, so he still felt resentful about it for so long.
Xie Changshi said: "Now he is my vice president."
oh--
Rong Jing dragged out his voice, unexpectedly: "He is your little brother."
That's still the eternal second place.
Xie Changshi: “…”
If you have to say so, it's not impossible.
…
That night, Rong Jing kept his eyes open until dawn, and Xie Changshi also kept his eyes open until dawn.
The next morning, Song Qing, who received a message from his boss Mr. Xie, came to Room 803 with breakfast. When he put the breakfast on the table, he couldn't help but look at Rong Jing.
Rong Jing changed into new clothes today. He wore a white hooded sweatshirt with an exaggerated colorful skull on the chest, and knee-length black shorts, revealing his two white legs.
Special Assistant Song doesn't really understand how young people dress.
However, it cannot be denied that Rong Jing looks really good in this outfit, which makes his skin look whiter and makes him look smaller and more obedient.
Well, Mr. Xie in their family is becoming more like a pervert.
"What are you thinking about?" The sudden voice reached his ears. Song Qing's body seemed to have self-awareness. He straightened his back and spoke as if reporting on the progress of his work: "I'm thinking--"
Just after saying three words, he suddenly reacted and gave Xie Changshi an awkward smile, and quickly said, "Nothing, nothing. Mr. Xie, do you think this breakfast is okay?"
Xie Changshi lowered his eyes and looked.
As his special assistant, Song Qing knew his taste very well. However, today, perhaps because he knew that there was someone else next to him, the breakfast he prepared was not so simple, and all kinds of strange and exotic pastries were prepared.
Like coaxing a child.
Little did they know that little zombies are very easy to keep alive.
He nodded to Song Qing, and then said, "Rong Jing, come and have dinner."
"I'm coming." Rong Jing threw down his toothbrush, washed his face hastily, quickly came to the dining table and sat down obediently, taking a bite of the osmanthus cake. The cake was soft and glutinous, and the red bean paste filling was slightly sweet, which was his favorite taste.
He squinted his eyes like a cat, showing an expression of enjoyment. He glanced at Song Qing who was looking at him curiously, and suddenly paused.
His eyes fell on Song Qing's shoulder.
At the same time, a dark mass seemed to have sensed something and shrank quietly.
Rong Jing swallowed the osmanthus cake and asked Song Qing, "Do you feel a little heavy on your shoulders?"
Song Qing was stunned and felt surprised.
Last night, he stayed at the best hotel in Tingyang City and slept soundly. Logically, he should have woken up feeling refreshed. But for some reason, as he drove to the tube-shaped building with his breakfast, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. The numbness, the stiffness of a shoulder caused by a heavy object crushing the nerves, gradually emerged. In the few minutes he had been standing in Room 803, he had already silently rubbed his right shoulder many times.
But how did Rong Jing know?
He remembered that Rong Jing had been washing up in the bathroom just now, right?
Rong Jing's words aroused Song Qing's suspicion and also attracted Xie Changshi's attention.
The man, dressed in a shirt and trousers, walked to the dining table with his coffee and sat down, his eyelids slightly raised: "What's wrong with him?"
Rong Jing bit his chopsticks and answered vaguely, "The ghost we met in the elevator yesterday was lying on his shoulder."
Song Qing: “???”
What is this? He understands every word, so how come the combination of them becomes so strange?
Cheng Puyu: “???”
It was hidden, how could this person still see it?
In the silence, Song Qing stiffened his body and dared not move, but his eyes could not stop looking at his shoulder. Rong Jing saw this and kindly reminded him, "You are seeing it wrong. It is now lying on your left shoulder."
Song Qing: “…”
Cheng Puyu: “…”
Cheng Puyu gritted his teeth and resigned himself to getting off Song Qing's body. A pitch-black mass suddenly covered the transparent air and gradually lengthened under Song Qing's dull gaze, growing limbs and a head, and even the blurry ghost face showed clear facial features.
Song Qing: “…”
His worldview began to reshape at this moment, and he quickly thought of the coffin that was pushed open in the South City Cemetery.
He swallowed uncomfortably and looked towards his boss, Mr. Xie, for help. However, Mr. Xie just calmly lowered his eyes and drank his coffee, saying, "You'll see more in the future, so you can get used to it in advance."
Song Qing: “…”
ah?
Is this human language?
He silently leaned towards Xie Changshi, trying to seek a sense of security.
On the other side, Cheng Puyu, who had revealed his true form, seemed to disdain Song Qing's behavior. He curled his lips in disdain and whispered, "I didn't mean to lie on him. After you two left the elevator yesterday, I found that I could leave the mall. However, I couldn't go anywhere else, so I kept wandering around the door of your house."
Until this morning, Song Qing showed up.
"I just want to see if I can get out of here by lying on him."
As a result, this plan was discovered by Rong Jing before it was realized.
Cheng Puyu felt that he was really unlucky.
After hearing this explanation, Rong Jing focused on Cheng Puyu's words, "I can leave that mall." He asked curiously, "Weren't you able to leave the mall before you met us? How did you die?"
Cheng Puyu opened his mouth and didn't want to answer, but when his eyes moved to Rong Jing's beautiful fingers holding the chopsticks, he felt pain again.
So he said decisively: "Three years ago, I went out for a late-night snack with my friends and woke up like this."
He pointed to his current appearance.
Rong Jing seemed to be lost in thought. The cause of death was unknown, and he was trapped in the mall and unable to leave. It seemed that what happened to Cheng Puyu was not a small matter.
He tugged at Xie Changshi's clothes and asked with bright eyes, "Shall we help it?"
Xie Changshi lowered his eyes and looked at him for a long time before replying, "Okay."
Rong Jing said happily: "I will discuss it with the ancestor when the time comes, and I will give you half of the merit."
Then, without caring about breakfast, he approached Cheng Puyu and asked, "Do you want to find out the whole story and then reincarnate?"
Cheng Puyu had already witnessed Rong Jing's power yesterday and knew that he was definitely not an ordinary person.
How can ordinary people hit it?
but……
It pursed its lips and asked softly, "I wanted to eat him yesterday, and you still want to send me to reincarnate?"
"Well, didn't I beat you up before? It's just tit for tat."
Cheng Puyu lowered his eyes and said nothing for a while.
…
Because he took a job at the last minute, Rong Jing couldn't go back to Yancheng with Xie Changshi for a while.
Xie Changshi didn't reply either, but he spent most of his time working online in the tube building.
Song Qing was sent out with Rong Jing to investigate the secret of Cheng Puyu.
Rong Jing replied to Fang Yu's message while sitting in the back seat of the black Maybach. Around eight o'clock this morning, Fang Yu accepted Rong Jing's friend request and sent a voice message to Rong Jing around eleven o'clock:
"Master Rong, thank you so much for your divination. I'm likely going to get a promotion!"
Rong Jing replied: "Congratulations."
When he looked up, he saw Song Qingzheng looking at him through the rearview mirror.
Rong Jing blinked and asked, "Does Special Assistant Song also want to ask me for a fortune-telling?"
Song Qing was caught red-handed and was a little embarrassed at first, but when he heard Rong Jing's words, he became extremely curious: "Can you tell fortunes?"
"Of course." Rong Jing raised his chin. "I grew up in a Taoist temple. I know everything that the old Taoist grandfather knows. He often praises me as a genius."
Then he stretched out his hand and gestured a number: "One hexagram is five hundred."
Song Qing's annual salary was one million, so even if it was fifty thousand, let alone five hundred, he would give the money without blinking an eye for Xie Changshi's sake. He didn't hesitate and nodded immediately: "Okay, after the matter is settled, please tell me your fortune."
Rong Jing was a little excited after earning five hundred in just a few words.
The vehicle sped away and soon stopped on Changtangzhuang Street under the jurisdiction of Tingyang City.
Cheng Puyu poked his head out from the back seat, squinted his eyes, and turned around twice. There was a long-lost joy in his eyes. He pointed in a certain direction and said to Song Qing and Rong Jing, "I used to live there."
The two looked over and found that Cheng Puyu was pointing at a hot pot restaurant.
"My family used to run a hot pot restaurant, but it exploded and my parents died in the accident, so we sold it to someone else."
From then on, Cheng Puyu lived alone.
"My home is above the hot pot restaurant."
Rong Jing hummed and looked at Song Qing. The latter nodded and walked to the fruit shop next to the hot pot restaurant.
This fruit shop looked quite old; a piece of the overhead sign was missing. The proprietress was leaning back on a recliner near the door, listening to the radio and dozing off with her eyes closed.
Song Qing called out "Boss Lady" and asked, "How much are these oranges per pound?"
"Three."
"Okay, give me a bag and I'll fill it."
As he carried the oranges to be weighed, Song Qing casually asked, "Boss, I have a question for you. Didn't a family live here before? Their parents ran a hot pot restaurant, and then something happened, leaving them with only one child?"
The proprietress thought about it and understood: "You are talking about the Cheng family, right? Their child is called Pu Yu."
"Yes, yes, I just want to ask you about Cheng Puyu."
"Why are you asking about Pu Yu?" The proprietress looked Song Qing up and down. As the president's assistant, Song Qing always wore a suit and tie and looked respectable, not like a bad guy. She hesitated for a moment and told the truth, "Pu Yu went somewhere else three years ago."
"Went somewhere else?" Song Qing keenly sensed something was wrong and asked quickly, "Where did he go? What did he do? Do you know?"
"First, tell me why you're asking about the unpolished jade."
"Oh, he owes me money and I can't find him, so I came to ask around."
Owe money and haven’t paid it back?
The proprietress frowned, feeling that this behavior was inconsistent with her understanding of the child Pu Yu, but when she thought about the child leaving Changtang Village without saying a word, she felt that the matter might be true.
So she said, "I'm not sure where he went, but he said he went out to make a lot of money."
"Who told you that he went out to make a lot of money?" Song Qing asked, his eyes turning as he uttered a name, "Zhang Yu?"
The proprietress was stunned: "You still know Zhang Yu, yes, it was that kid Zhang Yu who said that."
After hearing this, Song Qing didn't ask any more questions. He just smiled and said thank you, then returned to the car with the oranges.
Handing the orange to Rong Jing, he repeated the conversation between him and the proprietress.
Rong Jing blinked.
Zhangyu.
Isn’t that the friend who had supper with Cheng Puyu?
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