A Bug’s Desire To Survive

Just when Yuan Chu rescued Mu Zixian, in a hotel not far from the hotel, a thin man in black was pale, blood was rising, and cracks appeared on the wooden doll on the table. The broken spell caused a lot of damage to him, and there is a price to pay for this sorcery, such as longevity, health, or luck, and so on. But as long as enough luck is plundered, all disasters can be offset.

He is currently unable to determine whether someone is interfering, or some accident has occurred. Judging from the degree of backlash, even if it is artificial, the opponent's ability is very limited.

A look of wickedness flashed in the thin man's eyes, he picked up a new wooden puppet, moved his hand, muttered words in his mouth, and began to perform the operation again.

The old villa stood in the dark, the cold wind whistled around, the shadows of the trees swirled, and a whimper like Devil May could be vaguely heard.

Mu Zixian stood at the door of the villa, inexplicably feeling a chill running down his back.

"here is……"

"Yinshan."

Mu Zixian knew that Yinshan was the property of the He family, and he and his sister had come to worship the ancestors of the He family before, but the feeling at that time was completely different from now.

"Please come in." Yuan Chu opened the door, and the lights inside automatically turned on.

Mu Zixian didn't think much, walked in slowly, looked around, there seemed to be nothing unusual, just a little cold.

"Why did you bring me here?" he asked hesitantly.

"Meet someone." Yuan Chu led him towards the second floor.

"Who?" He asked, but he already had a guess in his heart. The He family actually placed He Jinxiu here? This is the resting place of the ancestors of the He family. Not to mention a child, even adults are not suitable for long-term living.

A flash of anger flashed in Mu Zixian's eyes, his hands clenched into fists.

Yuan Chu pushed open the door of He Jinxiu's room, and immediately a cold ghostly energy rushed towards his face.

Mu Zixian felt that his footsteps were heavy, he could barely move, and stood stiffly at the door.

The lights came on, and the scene in the room came into his eyes.

There is no decoration in the simple arrangement, the curtains are drawn tightly, and there is a handsome young man lying on the bed.

Although he had been carefully nursed back to the beginning, He Jinxiu was still not as healthy as other peers.

"This is Jin Xiu?" Mu Zixian couldn't believe it. The smart and lovely child in my memory, who should have lived a life of fine clothes and food, is now thrown here like an outcast without anyone taking care of him.

"Yes." Yuan Chu came to the bed and whispered, "Master Jinxiu."

Hearing the familiar voice, the young man opened his eyes sleepily, and looked at her in a daze.

"Jin Xiu!" Mu Zixian strode over, trying his best to suppress his emotions, and said warmly, "I'm your uncle, do you remember?"

The young man glanced at him lightly, and then his eyes moved to Yuan Chu.

"Master Jinxiu, will you get up? Let's talk." Yuan Chu stretched out his hand to help, but the boy took the initiative to take her hand and sat up slowly.

Seeing the abnormality, Mu Zixian's face changed slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "He...?"

Yuan Chu, while helping the boy set the pillow, replied: "After the death of Master Jinxiu's parents, he was imprisoned here, and a formation was set up around him to steal his luck."

"Imprisonment? Formation? Taking luck?" Mu Zixian felt extremely absurd, "Are they all crazy?!"

"Whether you believe it or not, there are indeed some incredible powers in this world." Yuan Chu explained patiently, "Master Jinxiu has great luck, but his own strength is weak. He is the best prey for some evil people. They use sorcery. , to strip off the soul of Young Master Jin Xiu, and then share his luck until his lifespan is exhausted."

A living person is treated as a captive animal, allowing others to take and ask for anything.

Mu Zixian couldn't believe what this child had gone through.

Yuan Chu said again: "Master Jinxiu has been imprisoned here for more than four years. His soul is separated, his mind is incomplete, and he can't take care of himself."

Over four years...

Mu Zixian was so angry that he pinched his fingernails into his flesh.

"I'm going to take him out of here!" He gritted his teeth, "I'm going to take the He family to court!!!"

He originally thought that abandoning this child was the worst thing they had done, who knew that they were more mad than he thought.

"Have you forgotten what happened today?" Yuan Chu reminded, "Because someone lowered his head and almost died inexplicably, do you think you can deal with them by normal means?"

Mu Zixian's face was ashen, he remembered the dangers that had occurred not long ago, and realized the danger. The intangible means of killing the other party are hard to guard against, and I am afraid that we can only seek the help of experts.

Suddenly, Mu Zixian raised his head and stared at Yuan Chu.

"Can you help me?"

Yuan Chu couldn't help but look at him with the same expectant look as He Jinxiu.

"I can't help directly, but I can introduce a few masters to you." Originally, he could protect them from harm, but he couldn't deal with those people himself.

"That's enough!" Mu Zixian has already contacted his people and will arrive in two days.

After a moment of silence, he asked again, "Can Jin Xiu return to normal?"

"Yes." The original affirmed.

"That's good." Mu Zixian's expression softened a little, he sat on the edge of the bed, lightly held the boy's hand, and solemnly promised, "Jin Xiu, don't worry, my uncle will definitely help you get justice!"

He thought that his sister would live a happy life, but he didn't expect her to die inexplicably.

He must investigate the cause of death of his sister and brother-in-law. If the borrowing of luck is true, then their death is probably not an accident.

At this moment, a cloudy wind suddenly appeared all around, forming a whirlwind that swept away towards Mu Zixian.

Mu Zixian stood there dumbfounded, not knowing why.

He Guigui roared angrily, and the ghostly energy was surging, like a wave that rushed the gloomy wind into pieces.

"Pfft!" In a certain hotel, the thin man spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person instantly aged ten years, and the wooden doll in his hand was also blown to pieces.

"What's the matter?" Mu Zixian had no idea that he had just walked around the gate of **** again.

"It's okay." Yuan Chu replied lightly.

It is also considered unlucky for the head-lowering division. After one failure, he even wanted to come a second time. He Guigui may have nothing to do outside, but within the range of the villa, any magical attack can be rebounded, and the effect is doubled.

A murder that comes and goes faster.

After staying in the villa for two hours, Mu Zixian, who had not slept all night, had to leave until the sky turned white.

"Wait a moment." Yuan Chu took out a pen and paper, "Let's play with us for a while before we leave."

Mu Zixian: "?"

He Guigui: ?

He Jinxiu: m(゜?゜)m

A few minutes later, Yuan Chu, He Jinxiu, and Mu Zixian sat cross-legged on the carpet, clasping their fingers and holding a pencil.

"Pixian Penxian, you are my life, if you want to continue your relationship with me, please draw a circle on the paper." The soft voice echoed in the room, He Guigui and Mu Zixian showed the same confused expressions on their faces , why did you suddenly play pen fairy?

The pencil drew a twisted circle on the paper.

"Pixian Penxian, are you willing to protect Mr. Mu Zixian?" Yuan Chu continued.

He Guigui: ? ? ?

Mu Zixian: ? ? ?

He Jinxiu: m (゜▽゜)d

Seeing that the pencil didn't respond, Yuan Chu asked again.

The pencil hesitantly circled "yes."

Yuan Chu: "Then, are you willing to share some of your luck with Mr. Mu Zixian?"

He Guigui realized something and responded quickly this time.

"Miss Yuan, who are you?" Mu Zixian looked at the pencil in his hand in surprise, then looked at Yuan Chu on the opposite side.

Yuan Chu did not answer his question and continued: "If you agree, please write your name on the blank space of the paper."

The three words "He, Jin, Xiu" were written down neatly with each stroke of the pencil.

Mu Zixian stared blankly at these words, then for some reason, tears fell without warning.

That child, right here, in another form.

"Okay, if you want to leave, please exit the paper."

"Wait." Mu Zixian hurriedly stopped, "Is the pen immortal Jin Xiu? Tell him, uncle is sorry for him, I should have come back to see you sooner, I hope you don't blame me."

The pencil moved slowly but firmly to the word "No".

Mu Zixian covered his mouth, crying and laughing like a fool, his elegant image was gone.

He Guigui: [A forty-year-old person is still like an immature young man. 】

He complained and looked disdainful, but his body slowly raised his hand and put it on Mu Zixian's shoulder, but his eyes were always looking at the original, as if this action was just an operation of the arm's self-consciousness.

Mu Zixian looked at He Jinxiu gently, his eyes full of emotion.

After the Pen Immortal game, Yuan Chu folded the white paper with He Jinxiu's name on it and handed it to Mu Zixian: "Take it close to your body, don't let it leave you three meters away, it can protect you from sorcery. "

Mu Zixian put away the paper talisman cautiously, without doubting his efficacy at all.

Drawing a talisman is one of the correct usages of the Son of Fortune. All those close to him can be blessed by him, but some people want to kill chickens and get their eggs.

Words are the best medium for transmitting power. In his soul state, the effect of drawing talismans is even better, including the exam papers he has done before. If ordinary students get it, it is not a dream to become a scholar.

Before dawn, Yuan Chu drove Mu Zixian back to the hotel, and recommended several masters to him, all of whom were well-known and decent people in the metaphysics.

"Thank you." Before leaving, Mu Zixian thanked him earnestly. Not only because she saved her own life, but also because of her help and care for Jin Xiu.

"No." Yuan Chu waved his hand and flew away.

On the other hand, He Mingyuan also received the news that the head descendant was seriously injured, and was shocked.

"Mu Zixian is surrounded by experts." The head-lowering master said fiercely, "Now that the grass is out of the way, if you want to kill him, you must give me another sum of money."

He Mingyuan was naturally reluctant, but the method of the head-lowering division made him fearful, and he could not let Mu Zixian continue to live, so he finally agreed.

After paying money to the headmaster, He Mingyuan eagerly slapped him, but what he was waiting for was the news that he had fled abroad.

Head Descending Master: He is not stupid if he wants to die even if he knows he is lost! It is the right choice for an excellent head descender to make a fortune and leave.

He Mingyuan was so angry that he had no choice but to turn back to Qiu Zhen.

Qiu Zhen was very dissatisfied with his distrust, and said coldly: "I don't know if there are experts around Mu Zixian, but I'm sure that there must be experts around your nephew."

The author has something to say: Pen Immortal: After brushing mathematics and doing exam papers, I have another skill: drawing symbols.