The Witch

It was almost nine o'clock when Wu Miaomiao arrived home.

Ji Lang sat in the living room and used the remote control aimlessly to change the station. It was obvious that Wu Miaomiao had opened the door and entered, but he seemed to have seen nothing.

Obviously angry.

"Msang Gong, I'm back." Wu Miaomiao didn't realize it at all. After changing his shoes, she ran over excitedly, wanting to show the results of making money today, "Although it took a little longer than I thought, But I have made money."

"Really? It's so powerful, that must have made a lot of money?" Ji Lang said mockingly.

Wu Miaomiao, a student who has just graduated from high school, what kind of job can he find? Can a restaurant help people wash dishes, 3,500 a month?

"I only took the deposit, and the balance payment will be two days later. The other party said that I have to sell the house before I can give it to me. This is the first money I made after seeing the Xiang Gong, and I have to spend it to the Xiang Gong." This is when she is coming back. Just think about it on the way, and if you make money, you need to raise your parents. Of course, you spend it for your parents. After that, Wu Miaomiao took the mobile phone and transferred the 100,000 yuan he just made to Ji Lang's WeChat account.

"The deposit is only 100,000 yuan, and there should be more than 200,000 yuan in a few days." Wu Miaomiao said with some pride and sigh, "The people in the sea market are really rich. I originally wanted to make 300,000 yuan a month, but I didn't expect it. Earn it in one day."

Ji Lang heard the mobile phone prompt and knew that it was Wu Miaomiao who gave her the first money she made. He didn't plan to go to see it, but when it heard that there were more than 100,000, he suddenly became a little bit incredulous. He took his cell phone and clicked on his WeChat account, and he saw a record of collecting 100,000 yuan.

Ji Lang seemed to hear the sound of being slapped in the face, bangs~~

It's not 3,500, it's 100,000, and it's still a deposit, and the balance is still more than 200,000.

Wait, what Wu Miaomiao said just now: "You just said that someone else will sell you the house for the remaining balance payment?"

"Yes." Wu Miaomiao nodded.

"What did you do to let someone sell the house?" This girl would not do anything to commit crimes in order to prove that she can make a lot of money. His nightmare BUFF is enough to attract the attention of the police. Is it possible that Wu Miaomiao will join in, too?

"I did a business with her." Wu Miaomiao replied.

"What kind of business?" You have only been here for a few days, and you can still do business.

"Our business of the Wu family." For Wu Miaomiao, Ji Lang is her future mate. She must marry home when she is twenty years old. It is the other half of her life, so no matter what Ji Lang asks, Wu Miaomiao will answer truthfully, even if it is their witch clan's secret technique, "I used the witch clan's secret technique to help a terminally ill young lady restore his health..."

Then Wu Miaomiao talked to Ji Lang about the general process of this business.

The more Ji Lang listened to, the more frightened he became. He knew that Wu Miaomiao had a secret method of healing. The first two times he was uncomfortable, it was Wu Miaomiao's blessing that was cured by the wizard. However, he was terminally ill and died soon. Can it be done?

Because of the identity of the nightmare, Ji Lang also knows something about the metaphysical world. People in the metaphysical world do have some mysterious techniques, such as gossip calculations, exorcising demons, and drawing a peaceful talisman, a health talisman, and so on. But these abilities are usually limited. Take the safety charm and health charm, the role of the safety charm is mainly to prevent the danger that does not appear, such as warning in advance, or reducing injury when a danger occurs.

The function of health blessing is even simpler. Most of them use spells to make ordinary people more energetic and stronger, and at best they can avoid a cold and fever. These, through a good schedule and exercise, ordinary people can do it themselves.

If everyone can cure diseases through profound arts, then what else the world needs a doctor to do is go to temples and temples to ask for spells. Let a person who is terminally ill and has a short life to regain health, even if it is only a short period of three months, this is equivalent to changing his life against the sky.

"Can you use this technique easily?" Ji Lang thought of the last time that Wu Miaomiao only helped him heal two headaches, and then fell asleep tired. Today, he has cured a terminally ill patient with such a huge consumption. The damage is not small.

"How are you? Is there any physical discomfort?" Ji Lang subconsciously reached out to explore Wu Miaomiao's forehead.

"I'm not tired, don't worry, Xiang Gong." Wu Miaomiao was happy and sweet as if he was filled with nectar.

Oh, Xianggong is worried that he is too tired to go out to work. Xianggong is really virtuous.

Ji Lang touched Wu Miaomiao's forehead, and carefully examined Wu Miaomiao's face for a while, and found that the girl was not as tired and pale as he had imagined, but her eyes were shining, she looked like she was very happy... ?

Ji Lang was startled, let go, and sat back coldly.

Is Wu Miaomiao really okay? Is this girl's ability really so against the sky?

"Is your Wu Clan's ability so powerful? You can cure a terminally ill patient without any loss?" Ji Lang couldn't help asking directly.

"Of course there is loss, but the patient is not cured by me, I am just this medium." Wu Miao said.

"medium?"

"Yeah." Wu Miaomiao thought for a while, and he took out a box of Oreo biscuits and laid out three pieces on the coffee table to explain, "The one in the middle is me, the one on the left is the patient, and the one on the right is an unnatural object with powerful power. ."

"Isn't natural? Ghost, evil?" Ji Lang guessed, "Or me?"

Wu Miaomiao didn't react to ghosts and evil spirits, and finally heard an "I", she couldn't help being stunned, thinking for a while before saying: "In this way, Xiang Gong, you really seem to be a supernatural thing."

"In fact, strictly speaking, all abilities that ordinary people don’t possess are considered unnatural objects, but there are two types of unnatural objects. One is general non-self, and the other is what I just said, non-natural objects with powerful abilities. It’s called a supernatural thing.” Wu Miaomiao explained in detail, “In fact, it’s not difficult to distinguish between mysterious techniques and ghosts after death. These are ordinary unnatural objects. And ghosts and demons are powerful enough to affect ordinary people. Human power is a supernatural thing. There are only supernatural things that can change lives against the sky and cure terminally ill patients."

"You mean, you used the power of supernatural objects to heal the patient named Han Meng?" Ji Lang probably understood.

"Yeah." Wu Miaomiao continued, "I am a wizard. Although the characteristics of my abilities are not the same as those of ordinary people in Xuanmen, my power is also limited by ordinary people. At best, I can only do well. Dream dolls, or wizard’s blessings, I can’t do anything about diseases like this. But the magic of the witch clan allows me to transform the power of supernatural objects. So my role is to collect money, find suitable supernatural objects, and then convert energy , To help both parties complete the transaction and ensure that both parties will not breach the contract during the transaction period."

After listening, Ji Lang stayed silent for a long time. Even if you didn't use your own power to help the patient named Han Meng heal, but your method of combining the evil spirits to cure the disease is still against the sky, okay?

"Then why do those supernatural things believe you?" Human beings don't say anything. People who are dying don't dare to try anything, but supernatural things like demons and ghosts are different.

"If you don't believe it, don't believe it. I just asked them to do business, and I didn't force them to do business." Wu Miaomiao spread his hands indifferently.

what? Is that so? Can it still be like this? Was it so?

Ji Lang always felt that something was wrong, but couldn't tell.

"You just said that most supernatural objects are dangerous and evil things like ghosts and demons. Wouldn't it be dangerous for you to trade with such things?" Ji Lang worried.

"Msang Gong, if you say this, I'm going to be angry, don't you still believe me?" Wu Miaomiao said suddenly in anger.

Ji Lang was a little dumbfounded. This seemed to be the first time Wu Miaomiao showed his anger in front of him. Did he say something wrong? Obviously caring about her. Could it be that this girl has a strong professional self-esteem and can't allow others to doubt her ability?

While Ji Lang was thinking about how to explain, he listened to Wu Miaomiao's aggrieved voice and continued: "The supernatural things are not all dangerous and evil, and the grandfather is also a supernatural thing. I like you very much. Or, you are my grandfather. Never believed that I like you?"

"..." Ji Lang, who thought he had said something wrong, was caught off guard by being confessed.

Ji Lang was stunned for almost a minute, his face turned from shock to shock, and then from shock to faint embarrassment, and then a pale pink gradually revealed on his white face.

"I mean, ghosts, demons are dangerous and evil, what if you provoke them." In order to hide his uncomfortableness, Ji Lang took the biscuit representing the supernatural on the table and unpacked it fiercely. , Stuffed it into his mouth.

Well, it's so sweet, Ji Lang twisted his eyebrows in disgust.

"This, I won't." Wu Miaomiao explained, "Didn't I say it before? Our wizards have a very keen perception. If it is a supernatural object that is very evil or has evil thoughts towards me, I would not choose him. It's a deal. Moreover, the supernatural beings summoned by my formation are usually weaker than me. They are obedient and obedient. If they are not obedient, let me clean it up!"

As soon as Wu Miaomiao's words fell, something in her backpack suddenly moved.

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Ji Lang's understanding of the mysterious technique is only superficial, as long as Wu Miaomiao feels that there is no problem, he will not interfere too much. And the purpose of his waiting here today is not to discuss supernatural objects with Wu Miaomiao, but to get Wu Miaomiao to apply for college application.

Ji Lang went back to the room and took out his computer and put it on the coffee table. Then he pressed the keyboard twice, unlocked the password, and pushed it to Wu Miaomiao: "Sit down and report the university application."

Wu Miaomiao froze, why did he still have to apply for college? Hasn't he already made 300,000 yuan?

"I... haven't I already proven that I can make money?" Wu Miaomiao looked reluctant.

"This is not a matter of money or money, even if you can make money, you must go to college." Ji Lang said seriously.

"Didn't the country only stipulate that nine-year compulsory education must be enrolled? It didn't say that you must go to college." Wu Miaomiao argued.

"Nine-year compulsory education is..." Ji Lang was about to preach when he suddenly found that Wu Miaomiao seemed to be resisting school, which made him a little strange, "You hate school so much?"

"Somewhat." Wu Miaomiao nodded.

It's not a bit, it's very.

"Why?" Ji Lang asked, "because of poor grades?"

"No, it's just that I was sleepy as soon as I was in class, I don't know what's going on, and then the teacher and classmates don't like me." Wu Miaomiao said aggrieved, "I don't want to be with people who don't like me."

If you still go to school, it will take five days a week to stay in the same classroom with people you don’t like.

"University is different, college sleeps..." Didn't Wu Miaomiao deliberately be lazy in class?

"Msang Gong, I really don't want to go." Wu Miaomiao said softly.

Ji Lang suddenly felt soft when seeing Wu Miaomiao's pitiful appearance.

Forget it, anyway, she was sleepy as soon as she was in class, and was rejected by her classmates and teachers. It seems that her grades are not so bad, maybe she didn't even pass the college entrance examination, or...

No, since Mr. Zhou asked her to apply for a volunteer, her score must have reached the admission line. Even if it is a third-rate university, she has to go to the university, or she will regret it later.

"What if I must let you go to college?" Ji Lang asked.

Wu Miaomiao's expression suddenly became more aggrieved. She grabbed the corners of her clothes and whispered for a while before whispering: "Then...then I'll take your care."

This tone is against one's intentions.

Ji Lang was silent, and suddenly shut the computer back with a snap.

"It's up to you, your life, you decide on your own." Ji Lang stood up, "I have left for you to eat in the kitchen. If you haven't finished eating, use the microwave to heat it up, and I will rest first."

"Miangong, you specially reserved dinner for me, thank you." Wu Miaomiao's face was surprised. Not only did Miangong save himself dinner, he didn't force himself to go to college. It's great, double happiness.

Who left you for dinner, I just ordered two of them habitually.

Ji Lang looked at Wu Miaomiao's back who ran into the kitchen with joy, with an inexplicable chest tightness.

After tossing, she chatted with Ji Lang for so long. When Wu Miaomiao finished eating and taking a bath, it was late, and she was also a little sleepy. Back in the room, Wu Miaomiao took out a puppet doll with a little cinnabar on his forehead from her bag and placed it on the desk by the window.

"You have heard what I just said. You will stay here for the next three months. I will let you out as soon as the three months are up." Wu Miaomiao yawned sleepily and hugged him. The cursed doll was already lying on the bed, "Your soul is a little weak, and the despair of this doll and Han Meng can help you repair your soul."

After saying this, Wu Miaomiao fell asleep deeply.

Wu Miaomiao slept in a hurry and forgot to close the window tightly. In the early morning, a gust of wind blew in, and the doll doll on the blowing table swayed and fell on the table.

Guitong subconsciously struggled to stand up, and then he was taken aback for a moment, he actually stood up? Can you move?

Then, Gui Tong consciously began to stretch his limbs, and then he found that he was really active. Although this puppet doll trapped his spirit body and prevented him from getting out, he seemed to merge with this puppet doll.

Guitong was originally a seven or eight-year-old child. After he became a ghost, he had not been able to touch the real object for a long time. At this time, he found that he had regained his senses, and suddenly he couldn't stand it anymore. He quietly glanced at Wu Miaomiao on the bed, and when he saw her sleeping deeply, he sneaked up to the edge of the table and looked down.

so high.

The ghost boy looked around for a while, then followed the foot of the table and began to crawl down, perhaps because of the relationship between using this puppet doll at the beginning, and halfway through the crawl, the ghost boy didn't catch it. Haw fell to the ground.

Guitong closed his eyes subconsciously, waiting for the next pain, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't feel at all. Even playing and playing on the ground is very comfortable.

Is it because the body is made of cotton, so it doesn't hurt to fall.

The ghost boy jumped up happily, stepped on his short legs, slid down the corner to the door, and then crawled the door for a long time before unscrewing the door.

After leaving the room, Gui Tong unconsciously leaned against the corner and took a breath for the boss. Although he could not feel physically exhausted, he was inexplicably tired after having been busy for so long.

After taking a break, the ghost boy began to observe this strange house silently. He is a ghost himself, so it is not difficult to see things in the dark. He quickly saw the layout of the house clearly.

Afterwards, Guitong's gaze was fixed on a bag of blue and black biscuits in the center of the living room.

This is Oreo, he had eaten it once when he was alive, and he still remembers the taste.

Uncontrollably, Gui Boy climbed onto the coffee table, put his two little cotton hands on Oreo's biscuits, groping tangledly.

If you eat a piece, the wizard shouldn't find it.

It's okay to find out, but I helped her earn more than 300,000 yuan, which is a lot of money, and I can buy a lot of such biscuits.

After making up his mind, Gui Tong was no longer polite, and began to tear the packaging with both hands, but he tore and tore, tore and tore, tore for a long time, the packaging paper was not damaged at all. Afterwards, the ghost boy looked at his little cotton hand, only to realize that the little cotton hand had no fingers at all~~

Just as Guitong was depressed, a slender white palm suddenly appeared beside him and took away the Oreo cookies that he hadn't opened for a long time.

who is it? !

Gui Tong was taken aback, turned around to look, and saw a man in a nightgown covered in black hostility. This is the boyfriend of the witch. He heard the witch yelling for justice in the bag just now.

By the way, the witch seems to have said just now that her father-in-law is a supernatural thing. With such a heavy hostility and sullenness, this guy is about to catch up with the ghost king. It has only been three years since the Gui Boy became a ghost. Although his hostility has grown very fast, he is still a little afraid of going to the Ghost King. Just when he was hesitating whether to jump off the coffee table and rush back to the room, he saw that the ghost king-like man suddenly opened the biscuit packaging bag and put a black and white, sweet and delicious biscuit in his. Around.

This is... for yourself?

"Eat." Ji Lang felt it when the ghost boy sneaked out of Wu Miaomiao's room. When he came out of the room, he happened to see the slap-sized puppet doll working hard to unpack the biscuit bag, and then opened it for a long time. , Only later realized that he had no fingers.

The little guy seemed to be hit hard, staring down at his fingerless palm for a long time, his dumb look was stupid and funny.

Guitong looked at Ji Lang and the biscuits at his feet, thinking that he was eating for himself anyway, not white or not, so he bent down and picked up the biscuit that was half a person tall, and took a bite. .

Then... only one crumb of the biscuit was rubbed off.

"Puff!" Ji Lang couldn't help but laughed.

Looking forward to it for a long time, can't you really eat it?

"Sure enough, the object resembles the shape of the owner, and the baby raised is so stupid."

When Gui Tong heard that Ji Lang was laughing at himself, he was suddenly out of anger. He was already sad when he couldn't eat cookies, and now he is still being laughed at. And he has no power now, and he can't fight back at all. The most important thing is that this person seems to be more powerful than when he was powerful.

Guitong was very sad, and slammed the biscuit in his hand fiercely, sulking on the coffee table with his legs in his arms.

Ji Lang is usually not a good person, but he is not so cruel that even a five-centimeter-high puppet doll can be bullied: "Why don't you ask your master tomorrow and let her find a way to give you biscuits."

"She is not my master." Gui Boy's thin voice came from the puppet, because there was no ghostly spirit in his body, his voice was less gloomy and terrible, and more childish.

"Then you are..." Ji Lang thought for a while and guessed, "Are you the supernatural thing she traded today?"

Guitong gave a hum.

"Are you an evil ghost or a ghost?"

"Ligui." Guitong replied.

"How old are you?" The voice shouldn't be loud.

The ghost boy ignored him, still squatting and sulking.

Ji Lang is speechless, isn't it just a biscuit? Until now, he is only seven or eight years old.

"Come on, eat, you should be able to eat now." Ji Lang pushed Oreo to the feet of the ghost boy.

Guitong hesitated, but finally failed to resist the temptation, tried to open his mouth and take a bite, and then harvested a mouthful of sweetness. Guitong's eyes lit up suddenly, and he chuckled the biscuit and ate it.

Ji Lang shook his head, walked to the other side, turned on the floor lamp, and a blanket of warm yellow light suddenly spread the carpet.

"It turns out that ghosts can really eat human sacrifices." He just thought that the little guy is a ghost, so he can eat the sacrifices, so he meditated in his heart to offer the biscuits in front of him to the little guy. He didn't expect it to be true. It's done.

"I... can I have another piece?" Guitong quickly finished the Oreo cookie. Of course, this cookie was still intact in Ji Lang's eyes, but it was tasteless.

"Ordinary ghosts are very afraid of me. You are brave." Ji Lang was a little bit curious. At first, he thought this little guy was Wu Miao's insignificant doll, so he was not afraid to be so close to him. At this moment, knowing that the other party is a terrible ghost, he is still not afraid of him. If it is not for his weakening, then this little guy is a very powerful ghost.

"I'm also scared, but now I am in this doll, and I don't feel the suppression of your hostility." The ghost boy ate other people's food and wanted to eat it again, so he became very talkative.

Is it because of Wu Miaomiao? That girl was never afraid of him.

Ji Lang opened another biscuit and handed it to the ghost boy: "How old?"

Guitong looked at Oreo, who was about to get it, and replied without thinking: "I was seven and a half years old when I died. I have just died for three years."

Ji Lang put the biscuits down.

The ghost boy clicked, ate half of it, turned around and asked Ji Lang: "Why don't you ask me how I died?"

"Does it have anything to do with me?" Ji Lang said indifferently.

Guitong was not angry either: "It's better not to ask, I don't want to say it again."

Ji Lang raised his eyebrows: kind of character.