C177 biyang longevity

Di Fusheng is really my classmate, and knows me very well. I really don't have a driver's license. I learned how to drive from a tractor.

The Mr. Zhao gave me a lot of face, he said to Di Fusheng: "I'm used to sitting in his car, let him drive instead."

Fusheng hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, then let him drive."

Then he pulled the door open and sat in the back seat.

Mr. Zhao and I got on the carriage, and Xia Xin got on as well. None of us said a word as we sat in the car.

Fusheng became a little impatient and said to me, "Old Jiu, why don't you drive? Don't you? "Let me teach you. This one is Li He, and that one is the throttle …"

I coughed and said, "Let's go in your limousine. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for a van to be left on the road? "

"What's wrong with that?" How much is your van worth? I can't take them all, at most two thousand dollars, right? "

I said, "The car was rented, not mine, and I can't just throw it away."

"No wonder," said Fusheng, "I was wondering how you got into the car. You can also rent a better one. Wasn't the purpose of renting a car to act cool? Won't you be a fool to rent a crappy bread? How much? Thirty-one days? Do you want to pay for it? "

When the Mr. Zhao heard this, he became annoyed and said to Fu Sheng, "You get down, and drive the van to lead the way."

Fusheng was stunned. "What?"

Mr. Zhao immediately opened the car door and kicked Fu Sheng out.

Fusheng stumbled and fell to the ground, where he was lying on the ground, chewing on a piece of sh * t. He turned around and looked at Mr. Zhao, but did not dare to get angry, and got into the minivan feeling wronged. It took him a while to set the van on fire, and then he led the way.

It took me a while to set the Volkswagen on fire. To be honest, I really don't know much about driving this car.

The rich were in the town. In his words, they could be considered half city people. We followed the van around the town, then came to a big house.

The house was huge, with a big yard and things planted inside. Ordinary farmers like to grow vegetables in the yard, but the rich families are different. They are rich and grow many flowers in the yard.

We crossed the yard and came to a two-story building. "Come in," said Hock Seng. My parents are here. "

When we entered, we saw two people sitting in the living room. A man and a woman should be the Zhai Fu. They were sitting and sighing to each other, and when they saw Hock Seng come in, they managed to squeeze out a smile.

"Don't worry," said Fusheng, "I have invited the master."

Zhai Fu stood up and extended his hand out towards me. "Greetings, Master."

Just as I was about to shake hands with the Zhai Fu, Fu Sheng pulled his arm away. This brat is Hu Chujiu, have you not seen him before? "

Zhai Mai also extended her hand out towards Xia Xin, "Greetings, master."

Fusheng took her hand back. "That's not it either."

He turned to Mr. Zhao and said, "Master, why are you hiding in the back?"

The Mr. Zhao said in an aggrieved tone, "I don't want to hide either. The two of them have always been blocking my way …"

After we sat down, the Zhai Mai first poured a cup of tea for each of us, then said to the Mr. Zhao: "I heard that you have the ability to become a ghost master?"

Mr. Zhao nodded: "No need to call me master, just call me Mr. Zhao. "Tell me, what is the situation with Fusheng?"

The Zhai Fu said, "Fu Cheng recently had the habit of sleepwalking. When he wakes up every morning, he won't be in his bed. Even if the door is locked tight, he would still think of ways to get out. I can't sleep at night, and I can't sleep well. "I'm always worried that something might have happened to him."

Fusheng was an impatient one and said to Zhai Fu: "Dad, you didn't hit the nail on the head." He said to Mr. Zhao, "My problem is not as simple as sleepwalking. There were several times when I was woken up and found myself sitting on the second floor's railing. Not to mention that I once tied a rope to a beam and almost hanged myself. "

Mr. Zhao said, "Suicide?"

"Yes, yes, that is suicide. I always feel like I'm going to commit suicide. "I feel like I'm not sleepwalking. Maybe I'm being tangled by something dirty." "… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …

Mr. Zhao nodded. Then he came closer and whispered to me, "Eldest Nephew, your chance to train is here. Do you want to help him catch ghosts?"

I said, "How would I catch a ghost?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "No one is born with this ability. Sooner or later, we will have to go to Hades. It will be good for you to have some skills. "

I scratched my head and said to Mr. Zhao: "I think it's better for you to come out. Catch that thing quickly so we can go to Cypress City to look for Master Xue."

The Mr. Zhao laughed and said to me: "We stayed in the Cypress City for so long, did you find the Master Xue?"

I was stunned. "No, but …"

The Mr. Zhao said, "It's nothing. Before the time comes, the Master Xue will not appear. Fusheng is your classmate, you wouldn't just stand by and watch him die, right? "

I could only nod my head, and said to Di Fusheng: "Ah, Fusheng, in truth, I have learnt some things outside these past few years, do you want me to help you?"

Fusheng rolled his eyes. "Ninth Brother, are you messing with me? What can a bookworm like you do? If you're short of money, tell me. Our construction team is short of people. Don't try to cheat me like that. "

I said to Mr. Zhao: "Can we go?"

Mr. Zhao pulled me back: "Just treat it as doing good deeds and doing good deeds. Endure it, endure it. "

Then he cleared his throat and said to Fusheng, "This Eldest Nephew of mine is my true successor. I could tell there was something wrong with you. Even though my Eldest Nephew isn't as powerful as I am, it's more or less the same.

Only after hearing this did Fusheng shut his mouth.

I asked him, "When did your sleepwalking begin?"

"It began the day I saw you."

I turned my head to Mr. Zhao and said, "It can't be that you did it, right?"

Mr. Zhao said, "How is that possible? Don't suspect me."

At this time, the Zhai Mai at the side said, "That day was his birthday, so he ate a cake and drank some wine. I didn't sleep until well into the night. Who would have thought that I would start to wander around in my dreams after lying down for just a short while? "

I nodded, thinking maybe that was the real reason.

"Have you done anything wrong before?" I asked.

"No," said Fusheng.

I can't believe it. When he was in school, for example, he had done quite a lot of things like peeping at girls going to the toilet and leading a bunch of little scoundrels to bully poor students.

But no matter how much I asked, rich Sheng refused to admit it.

I had to ask another question. "When you were sleepwalking, were you dreaming?"

Fusheng said, "Dreams, dreams of all sorts of things. But I forgot everything when I woke up. "

After I asked a few questions, I got a little bored. Fusheng would answer any question he asked, but the content of his answers was useless.

I pulled Mr. Zhao into the courtyard and said, "This brat is too uncooperative, I really can't ask. What did you see? Just tell me. "

Mr. Zhao said, "His parents definitely know about the matters concerning Fu Sheng. But they didn't say, and I don't know why yet. I can tell you about Fusheng, but don't tell anyone. "

I nodded.

The Mr. Zhao said, "I know a bit of the ways of meeting face to face. But the first time I saw Fusheng, I was confused. "Later, when I didn't eat a single mouthful in the restaurant, I gave Fusheng a look. What do you think I saw in the end?"

Puzzled, I asked, "What did you see?"

Mr. Zhao said, "He has two lifespan."

I looked at Mr. Zhao in shock. "What do you mean by two lifespans? Can a person die twice? "

Mr. Zhao thought for a moment, then said to me: "I am also confused by the reason behind this. Let me give you an analogy. Have you ever seen a caterpillar? "

I said, "Yes. Why did you bring up such a disgusting thing? "

The Mr. Zhao said, "The caterpillar is disgusting, but the butterfly is not disgusting. Do you know how it turned into a butterfly? "

I said, "Who doesn't know? After a long period of time, the caterpillar spits silk and wraps itself up, turning itself into a chrysalis in the cocoon, and then into a butterfly that drills out of the cocoon. "

Mr. Zhao said, "Then, do you think that butterflies are made from caterpillars?"

I said, "That must be it. Is there any doubt about it?"

Mr. Zhao said, "Look at the possibility of that. When a butterfly laid its eggs, it wanted to give birth to a butterfly, but its eggs were relatively small. It wasn't like an egg or a duck's egg. It was big and nutritious enough to ensure the hatching of chickens and ducks. So the egg became a caterpillar. And the real butterfly is still hidden inside the caterpillar's body. "

I looked at Mr. Zhao with my mouth agape, not knowing where these weird thoughts came from.

The Mr. Zhao continued, "Later on, the caterpillars went around eating, growing bigger and bigger. When he was old enough, he began to spew silk to make cocoons, which turned into pupae. As for this cocoon, it was actually a new egg. The nutrients in the new egg are sufficient, so the butterfly can come out and flap its wings. "

I scratched my head. "You mean, caterpillars can only walk and eat eggs?"

Mr. Zhao nodded.

I chuckled dryly. "Do you have a scientific basis for this?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "Whether or not there is scientific basis, I will make an analogy. I think only this theory can explain the fact that Fusheng has two lifespans. "

I was startled for a moment, and then I understood what Mr. Zhao meant. I whispered, "You mean, Fusheng is actually an active egg? There's something inside his body? "

Mr. Zhao made a sound, "When the time comes, that thing will use his body as nourishment to break out of the cocoon and be reborn."

I took a deep breath. "What are you?"

Mr. Zhao replied, "I don't know either. But it must not be an easy way out. "