Panguan

In fact, I took the initiative to come to Xiping Garden today for this purpose.

When he first entered the store, he quietly paid attention, but he didn't find any trace, and he didn't expect it to be at the back door.

When he heard it, he sighed, closed his eyes, and the scene in front of him became quiet. A trace as thin as water marks snaked to the edge of the wall and slipped into the Wangquan Mansion. After that, it was too shallow to find.

So in fact, it has nothing to do with Xie Wen, but Wangquan Mansion?

He opened his eyes after hearing it for a few seconds, frowning in thought.

Until the door behind him creaked.

"Why are you stupidly standing outside?" Xie Wen's voice sounded.

When smelling: "..."

Why is there food chasing him.

"See if the rain has stopped." Wen Shi turned around and entered the short corridor.

His hands were stained with rust from the railing, and he had to go to the sink to wash it again.

Xie asked also seems to have just washed his hands. He didn't rush back to the table, he just closed the door and took out a paper towel when he passed over.

The action brought a very light wind, obviously there was nothing, but when I smelled it, I felt that the strong evil spirit surrounded me.

He paused as he washed his hands, and his drooping eyes closed lightly.

Compared to the dining table, it is narrow and quiet. Perhaps because it was too quiet, those invisible things had a particularly strong sense of existence.

When he smelled, he lifted his eyelids, glanced at Xie Wen in the mirror, and saw that the other party was leaning against the wall behind him, meticulously putting on his gloves, as if waiting for him.

"Have you seen your own spirit?" Wen Shi suddenly said.

"Huh?" Xie Wen grabbed the edge of the glove and raised his eyes, "What do you mean?"

Not all judges can easily see the spirit of others, they are more of a feeling. For example, when I saw Xia Qiao, I felt that he was very clean, and when I saw Xie Wen, I felt that his karma was too heavy, and the more extreme it was, the easier it was to be perceived.

If they want to really see what the spirit looks like, they have to work hard and use other means.

Like Wen Shi, it is rare.

"Forget it." Impulsively, he dropped his eyes and pulled out a piece of paper towel when he smelled it. He was about to say, "When I didn't say it," when Xie Wen whispered "Oh": "You mean that I have a spiritual appearance. Those karma and evil spirits? Have you seen them."

"Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

When he looked at Wen through the mirror, his voice was low and deep, with a hint of hoarseness caused by coughing.

Maybe it's because the surrounding is too quiet. When I heard these words, there was an inexplicable charm.

He still stood in front of the pool with his back to Xie Wen, threw away the wiped paper, lowered his eyes for a moment, and suddenly asked, "If I say, can I help you melt a little?"

This time Xie asked really stunned.

He looked at Wen Shi for a long time and said, "Do you know what it takes to move something on an ordinary person?"

Anyone who has been a judge knows that for those who have been caged, the scattered black mist is a kind of vent and relief. As long as the people who are released from the cage are strong enough, they can all melt away.

But for a good normal person, it is not that simple to move the things on his body. No one has really studied this matter.

As a result, others can be full after eating, and do not take this kind of food as food.

This one screened out 99% of people other than Wen Shi.

Second, when Wen Shi used to stock up a lot of things, he didn't worry about eating at all.

So even he didn't know.

He was stopped when he heard the question, but the growing hunger made him unable to think of any answer, only a hint of irritability.

He held the joints with his downed hands, and said nothing, just about to say, "That's it."

But I heard Xie Wen say: "Forget it, try it."

He raised his eyes when he smelled: "Are you serious?"

Xie Wen stood up straight, let go of both hands, and smiled helplessly: "How to do it? Tell me the process, do you want to close your eyes?"

Wen Shi finally turned around to face him: "No need."

"You don't have to do anything." Wen Shi closed his eyes and said, "I'll come."

At that moment, Xie Wenshen's charming and demonic spirit appeared in his "eyes", and the black energy shot up into the sky, like a group of snakes twisting in knots.

Obviously the most evil, but quietly standing in front of him. The distance is not far away, and when you are close enough to smell it, you are surrounded by it.

When he smelled, he tried to stretch out his hand, and his lightly contoured fingers hooked a black mist.

Time seemed to suddenly stand still, and in the next second, the black mist suddenly became reckless and poured into his body along his fingertips.

It was an indescribable feeling...

The heartburn hunger was slowly suppressed, but another strange emotion turned up.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little sad.

When he smelled it, his fingers curled up and pulled back suddenly.

He opened his eyes, raised his head with frown, and found that Xie Wen was looking at him halfway down.

"Boss—" Lao Mao's voice came from the other end of the short corridor, "Someone is looking for it!"

Wen Shi recovered from his stunnedness, took a step back, and turned sideways to make way for him, "The clerk called you."

"Are you okay?" Xie Wen glanced over there and said to Wen Shi.

"It's okay." Wen Shi said.

The previous sadness seemed to be only for a moment, and it disappeared in an instant.

So much so that he himself can't remember what happened just now, and all that is left is

A feeling that I accidentally said.