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Chi Xiaochi stood up staggeringly, pulled out a can of Laoshan from under a pile of messy clothes, pulled the can ring, and grunted it down.

Mechanical sound coolly: "Are you afraid of poison?"

Chi Xiaochi bitterly said, "A poison is a solution to all sorrows."

Mechanical sound: "..." mental retardation.

Fortunately, although there was no sound in 061, the world line information was imported into Chi Xiaochi brain as much as possible.

As the woman's head said just now, the original owner Song Chunyang is a little laughing stick.

His main job is students, and his side job is to show Feng Shui to new homes with his grandmother.

Grandmother is an old man with a cold-skinned and elegant temperament. She has a good reputation in the industry and is even more mysterious to outsiders. She has a grass house next to a temple with a great incense in her hometown. She sits and listens to it, and judges it. Whenever a blessed Lord comes, he will report the character of his birthday and what he wants to do. Write down the answers they want and explain them one by one.

Song Chunyang's father was not motivated by this. In the words of his grandmother, his son had no talent in this area, could not tell the cause and effect, could not distinguish the niches, and it was also a good thing not to enter the industry.

Song Chunyang's father thought his mother was an old priest and was ashamed of it.

But Song Chunyang didn't think so.

He can see some strange things from an early age. He was not sensible when he was a kid, and was often scared by strange things.

He didn't understand why the elder brother next door was carrying a sister with bleeding wrists, and he didn't understand why he obviously saw his grandmother's best friend Grandma Lin accompany her husband on their loving sunset bridge, everyone said Grandma Lin died for many years.

Song Chunyang's grandmother was very sorry for this crying grandson. He often touched his forehead and said, "Take care of your eyes. This is a treasure given to you by heaven, so that you can understand what is cause and effect earlier than others."

Song Chunyang's pupils are heterochromatic, with amber on one side and blue on the other. How does it look like a product of a genetic mutation?

Fortunately, Song Chunyang is the president. In addition to these eyes, he has gathered all the advantages of his parents, and also carried out very detailed personal optimization. His nose, nose, eyebrows, and eyebrows are beautiful and terrible. He was a white and tender glutinous rice dumpling from childhood. He has always been a grade when he went to school. A mascot-like existence.

His most beautiful thing is a pair of eyes, bright and bright, Hitomi is just right, and has a special texture, like a delicate workmanship.

He talked about human skin and was very pleased. He was often scared by the sudden appearance of ghosts and screamed, but after a while he tempted to chat with them again and again, but he gave him a vote of ghost friends.

He often murmured to himself: "My name is up for psychological comfort."

After all, Song Chunyang will still help some ghosts who are not very grieved and look like they do n’t make his liver tremble, and occasionally ask some familiar ghosts to take a peek at the front table during the monthly exam. Learn to answer multiple choice questions.

He believes in cause and effect, so he will not use his ability to do too much.

But Song Chunyang is always willing to hide.

Some people in the nearby city asked Fa to ask his grandmother to go home to see Feng Shui. Song Chunyang was worried that it would be inconvenient for the grandmother to go by himself. He would follow him whenever he had no class.

Grandma's eyes are also not the same as normal people. She should be able to see the "qi" on people and things, so she only needs to turn around in and out of the house to point out the shortcomings of Feng Shui and Ways to change Feng Shui.

However, the senses were difficult to communicate, and Song Chunyang could not understand what it was like.

The grandmother is responsible for pointing out the problem, and he is responsible for placing the relocated items in the location designated by the grandmother.

He was young, and the head of the household would not have believed him, but his eyes were different in color, and he looked very mysterious.

Whenever the head of the household showed awe, Song Chunyang always pretended to be a little blind.

After all, his glass-like eyes, as long as he remained still, looked just like a blind man.

He can easily bypass all obstacles, put down the changed things exactly according to the angle of the grandmother, and then return to the grandmother. This always makes the head of the family feel more mysterious and respectfully send the grandchildren away.

As soon as he came within the safe range, Song Chunyang couldn't help laughing.

Grandmother never dismantled his tricks, looked at him tenderly, and said helplessly, "You."

In his college year, the 66-year-old grandmother died.

Before he died, his grandmother said to Song Chunyang, who was always crying with him, "Child, cause and effect are the most trustworthy."

After the college entrance examination, he attended a nursing college next door to a well-known medical university in the country. The nursing college was as small as a toilet in a medical university, but Song Chunyang often went to the medical university to play.

The young guy Song Chunyang said that entering medical university feels like going home. At medical university, it feels much better than at home. All of them are handsome guys. They speak nicely, and they like it very much.

He met the senior Yuan Yuanshan in the student-run Lingyi Community, and since then he has met him.

Yuan Benshan is two years older than him. He is the first grade and is very romantic. He is excellent in all aspects.

He once thought that Yuan Benshan was his cause and effect.

He said affectionately to Yuan Benshan: "Yuan Yuan, I meet you because of cause and effect."

After listening to his words, Yuan Benshan poked at the tip of his nose: "Because of the math exam for the college entrance examination?"

Song Chunyang proudly said, "Where, seventy-two?"

Yuan Benshan: "Rounded to seventy."

Song Chunyang: "Nonsense, rounding to 100."

Yuan Benshan couldn't help him, so he hugged him up high: "Oh well, listen to you, my little **** stick."

Yuan Benshan knew the yin and yang eyes of Song Chunyang, but he never believed it. The reason why he joined the Spiritual Society, he just likes the novelty of hunting strangeness, and never really believes in the existence of ghosts.

Song Chunyang aggrieved, "You have a passing road ahead of you."

Yuan Ben smiled and bowed politely to the air in front: "Hello."

The ghost dressed as the passing student was frightened, and immediately returned with a gift: "Good school."

Song Chunyang giggled, and Yuan Benshan did not have a temper.

When Song Chunyang was in his sophomore year, Yuan Benshan was busy. Song Chunyang would cross kilometers every day, pack food, and give warmth to the male ticket next door.

... sometimes giving flesh.

"Thousands of miles send chrysanthemums." Song Chunyang leaned in Yuan Benshan's arms, suffering a handsome and lovely face, "the etiquette is light and affectionate."

Yuan Benshan took Song Chunyang's mouth and squeezed his nose: "You."

Song Chunyang lay in Yuan Benshan's arms and smiled coquettishly: "Lao Yuan, you have to hurt me."

Yuan Benshan gently touched his waist: "Does it hurt, does it hurt?"

Two people rolled together, playing in a ball.

They were always sweet, but one day something strange happened.

During the winter solstice, Yuan Benshan went to an old-fashioned library to borrow materials. Song Chunyang didn't go to him. He bought dumpling powder in the dormitory.

When Song Chunyang wanted to go to the supermarket to buy a small rolling pin or use a 2B pencil to make up, Yuan Benshan called.

On the phone, Yuan Benshan asked a headless question: "Pure Yang, do you really have yin and yang eyes?"

Song Chunyang obediently said, "Ah? Yeah."

Yuan Benshan also explained why he asked this question: "I looked through the information here and found that there are many records about yin and yang eyes."

Song Chunyang said sweetly, "Aren't you going to learn."

Yuan Benshan said: "When you see the information about you, you have to double it."

Even if this matter was revealed, Song Chunyang made a large pot of dumplings, and when he came back, he went to Yuan Benshan to send it, even his good friend and the auntie Guan Guan gave a copy.

Song Chunyang has a good-looking mouth and a sweeter mouth. An aunt takes a bite, which is more effective than his wife's meditation oral solution. She coaxed Aunt Guan to put Xinna's new insole in his hand.

In contrast, I probably remembered something. Yuan Benshan reacted lightly, but he ate all the dumplings and asked a lot about Song Chunyang's family affairs.

Of course, Song Chunyang knew everything, and specifically mentioned many things about his grandmother.

About half a month later, Yuan Benshan's business was about to come to an end. He asked Song Chunyang to go out to watch a movie at 8pm.

Song Chunyang wore his newly purchased white down jacket and a snowy woolen cap. Two fluffy **** dangled, making his eyebrows very beautiful and his lips red and white.

He arrived at the agreed tea shop, but Yuan Benshan was late, so he naturally walked into the shop and bought Yuan Benshan a cup of lemon citron tea. He asked for a cup of tea and drank pearls.

This shop is close to closing. I did not expect Song Chunyang to go in and found that there were a lot of customers. Many people locked Song Chunyang with strange eyes and said nothing.

Song Chunyang was a little baffled, but after confirming that these people were not ghosts, he sat down and waited for Yuan Benshan.

When a girl passed him, her hand was crooked and she intentionally spilled hot tea on him.

Song Chunyang, who was drenched with half-length milk tea, suddenly stood up: "Look!"

Before he spoke, the girl said fiercely: "Take my milk tea off! You pay!"

Song Chunyang was scalded like a little nutria, and his neck was all red. When he undressed with his teeth grinned, he hurriedly asked the girl: "Is it hot ?! Is it hot?"

The girl stared blankly at him, the evil spirit had just disappeared.

In this sacred work, the thick mist rolled over and surrounded the tea shop.

The little girl who just made milk tea for him stepped out of the counter and took off the apron.

From now on, her eyes are red. Song Chunyang thought she was in love, but her next words made Song Chunyang more confused: "... it's too late."

As soon as the words fell, Song Chunyang suddenly changed color.

He was inspired, so he could clearly feel that there were countless strange things walking in the steep white mist outside the tea shop.

Those who had numb eyes just gathered slowly to the tea table.

The only person who paid attention to Song Chunyang was the girl who poured milk tea on him and tried to drive him out of the shop.

She explained to him what he had met.

In short, he broke into a main system that feeds on the energy of fear.

The main system will open the door of the alien space at any time within the specified time and pull a certain batch of people into the parallel space-time. In this space, extremely horrible things will happen. Arrive in real space in time, wait for teleportation, and spend some time in alien space.

As soon as the time is up, the system of full meals will let them out.

Song Chunyang knew that ghosts and gods existed, so he quickly accepted the situation and tried to control the snoring teeth: "If you die in a different space ..."

The girl whispered, "So in reality, your existence will be erased. No one will remember who you are anymore."

Song Chunyang had tears in his eyes.

The girl comforted him: "I am performing the task for the third time. As long as it is completed ten times, this unilateral contract can be ended. It should have been notified to you by your system, but I thought about it in advance It's better to tell you. "

"system?"

"Responsible for giving tasks, recording the number of tasks, notifying the remaining time of the task, and giving the key information of survival as the survival time increases ... We often have accidental incidents here. The first task of a newcomer is just a trial. , If you can survive to the end, there will be a personal system automatically bound to you. "

Song Chunyang looked around tearfully.

When Song Chunyang accidentally ran here and sat down just now, no one wanted to remind Song Chunyang. One is because they have tried many times. To be honest, no one has believed them. The second is that almost everyone is thinking badly and can pull in one. Is an.

Song Chunyang's voice was almost inaudible: "What is this mission ..."

The girl replied, "Hide and seek."