When Boss Pi met Wen Xi, a scholar and ghost, he was walking around and throwing garbage after eating. He just stood in front of the sorting trash can to clean it up. With a raised hand, the garbage was thrown into the bucket, and a white jade jar fell into his arms.
Pixiu is a Pixiu who can bring good luck and wealth. He holds the white jade jar and looks left and right, looking up and down, thinking that if he can attract wealth and treasure, he won't be able to directly slam into his arms, right
Could it be that Tiandao, the eccentric nest, finally opened his eyes and knew that the monster was his own son
Boss Pi held up the jar and glanced at it, remembering that the Hou Jing waiter in the store broke a pickle jar with his hands and feet.
It's just that this jar is a little evil, someone should have cast a spell on it, so that the things in this jar cannot be reincarnated. This kind of pickled thing Pixiu has seen a lot, and generally the ones who are blocked are either unlucky or black-hearted ghosts.
He thought about it and reached out and grabbed it on the jar, tore off the magic spell and crushed it into ashes.
No matter what was in the jar, he had to ask for it, and there was no reason to give the pickled jar that he got.
But as soon as the spell became ashes, he smelled the faint gluttonous smell on the jar.
Taotie, a fugitive from a century-old economic case, has committed many crimes of fraud and robbery. Pixiu was deeply affected by it, and his many years of savings were deceived by the gluttons along with the sleeping mountain.
He stared at the jar and suddenly his hands trembled, thinking to himself that this man who killed a thousand knives was slaughtered outside and was made into kimchi by the Cantonese
Damn, want to die before the money is paid
Boss Pi opened the jar, and a strong fragrance wafted out from it. Although the smell of gluttonous food became stronger, his brows loosened, and he was sure that it was not gluttonous food.
But it's not enough to seal a layer of spells on the outside. Inside the jar, there are still people's bones soaked and locked in the soul. I don't know how much hatred it is.
He put the jar on the ground, reached out and knocked on the wall of the altar, calling out to his soul: "If you are conscious, come out and speak."
There was no movement in the jar for a long time, Pi Xiu was a little impatient, and he directly reached out and grabbed the soul that was about to dissipate.
Wen Xi woke up leisurely, only to feel that he had had a very long dream. In the dream, he was rich and magnificent. He was still the youngest of the Wen family, and the number one dude in the capital.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the man in front of him at first sight.
A red light flashed in front of his eyes, dusty memories were opened, and the scene of officers and soldiers rushing into the house to raid the house appeared before him. The faces of the people in front of him were repeated and staggered from those vicious faces, and Wen Xi suddenly struggled and screamed.
Boss Pi made him shut up and quiet down with one finger.
In addition to the strong incense that soaked into the bones in the jar, this scholar's body was intertwined with the scent of soul-soothing and gluttonous food. Pixiu sniffed carefully, his face gloomy.
"Why do you smell like gluttonous food?" Pi Xiu squeezed the scholar's handsome face and asked, "Tell me where gluttonous food is, and I will guarantee you a good pregnancy in the next life."
Boss Kepi is too fierce, and his hands are too strong, the scholar just opened his mouth and said a word, and his head dizzy.
If it wasn't for Boss Pi who took the initiative to put the person into the jar again, and rushed back to the store with all his strength holding the jar to give him some incense to calm his soul, this scholar and ghost would have been scattered long ago, where would he be able to sit on his sofa and watch TV
Seeing that Wenxi stopped talking again, Pi Xiu stretched out his hand to tug at the hair on his cheek, and said casually, "You just woke up and don't know what the world is now and needs time to adapt, so I'll let you think about it, but you've watched all this TV series. After a dozen, I have read a cabinet of books, and I have done two sets of college entrance examination papers, so I should get used to it.”
Wen Xi still did not speak.
"Speak." Pi Xiu said lightly, "Don't make me angry."
"I'm used to it." Wen Xi said with a flattering smile at Pi Xiu, and said softly like a person: "Just ask, as long as I know, I will definitely know everything and say everything."
Boss Pi snorted, thinking that Wen Xi was still acquainted, and he didn't waste his soul-fishing treasure in vain.
"As long as you tell me where the gluttonous food is, when the weather cools down this year, I will send you to reincarnate to ensure that you will live a safe and rich life in the next life."
Wen Xi was startled and asked, "Why wait for the weather to cool down?"
"Because it's too hot in summer, you have to stay for me to cool off." Pixiu frowned at the weather forecast on the TV: "Damn, why is it so hot in May."
Wen Xi laughed angrily, but when Pi Xiu looked at it, he immediately fell down and wrote a novel: "Taotie is a strange beast, I have never seen it before."
"Naturally it won't appear in front of people in the form of a beast. That ugly thing Taotie likes to show off in the world wearing a good-looking human skin." Pixiu cursed with disdain, and then asked, "Have you ever seen Appetite before? Very nice person."
Wen Xi pressed: "The appetite is particularly good? How good is it?"
"Have you seen a rice bucket that can eat a cow in one breath?" Boss Pi thought about it and continued to add more: "Add five chickens, six geese and ten fish."
Wen Xi: …
Wenxi: "I've never seen it before."
Boss Pi frowned, and the body temperature that had just dropped seemed to rise again. He pulled Wen Xi's arm to his face, and the cold touch calmed him down.
Wen Xi was holding his arm and didn't dare to move. He was so angry that he even made a smile on his face, and asked thoughtfully, "Are you more comfortable this way?"
Pixiu nodded, still asking, "Really haven't seen it?"
"No." Wen Xi answered affirmatively.
Pixiu: "Then why is this gluttonous glutton dying for you? If it wasn't for him, you would have been locked in that hellish altar and lost your soul long ago."
"I don't know." Wen Xi shook his head.
"Then how did you die? Tell me who's name and name, and I'll check it out myself." Pixiu stared into his eyes: "If you don't say it yourself, I can still find out in some other way, only but… "
"I really can't remember." Wen Xi turned pale and smiled at Pi Xiu: "Of course I dare not lie to you, but now the things in my head are all mixed up, and my soul is incomplete, I just remember My surname Wen used to be the son of a wealthy family, and I don't remember anything else."
Pixiu frowned, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a bead curtain rattle at the door.
"Boss, the food is ready."
The monkey spirit behind the bead curtain trembled a little, afraid that he might interrupt the boss's good deeds, so he boldly said, "Do you need me to serve it for you?"
After a while, a voice came: "No, I'll go down right now."
The monkey spirit then retired and went downstairs as if receiving an amnesty.
Pixiu looked
Wen Xi went downstairs for the first time and felt as if everyone was looking at him. But when he looked over, everyone avoided their sight.
Just the same as when he was alive.
He sneered in his heart, but his face was flat, and he followed Pi Xiu honestly. When he stood at the table and looked at it, the tableware and chopsticks on the table were all set. Except for Pixiu's jade chopsticks and gold bowls, the rest were ordinary porcelain bowls and wooden chopsticks.
But after counting the number, I found that I didn't have my own bowls and chopsticks, not even my own seat.
He frowned and was about to speak, when he saw a young servant coming over with a bowl of medicine and stammering: "Old, boss, the medicine, the medicine is ready."
Pixiu glanced at it, and then told the boy to get a spoon.
Wen Xi was sitting beside him, the widened throne was padded with thick cotton cushions, and a layer of mahjong mats were laid on the cushions, which seemed a bit nondescript.
The feeling of sitting on it is novel, Wen Xi touched the strange-looking mat under him and thought, if the bamboo block was replaced by jade, it would probably be cooler.
But he took a look at the body shape of the people around him, and if he wanted to replace it with jade, the thing beside him, whether it was a monster or a monster, would all shatter as soon as he sat, but it was a waste of heaven.
The child brought a porcelain white spoon over, and Pi Xiu pushed the bowl of medicine in front of Wen Xi: "This is medicine for your soul, drink it."
Wen Xi didn't take the medicine, but looked at the fresh food in front of the shoes.
"What is this?" Wen Xi looked at the dishes in front of Eyelid Repair, most of which were bland tofu and vegetables, which was incompatible with his own feeling. This kind of vicious person should be eating meat and drinking in big bowls. How can he be like a monk
He looked at the dishes with red oil and chunks of meat floating in front of the shop assistants and said, "Why do you eat differently from them?"
Pi Xiu took a sip of tofu and ate it: "Because it's cool to eat these."
When he saw Wenxi staring at him eating without taking medicine, he frowned and was about to say what to look at, but he remembered that this old ghost had been sealed in a jar for hundreds of years and hadn't seen the light. He probably wanted to eat but couldn't speak.
Boss Pi put down his chopsticks and brought the bowl of medicine to Wenxi's mouth: "Drink the medicine first, and then eat after drinking."
Wen Xi looked at him: "Can ghosts eat?"
This question was thought-provoking, and the entire dining room suddenly became quiet. Even Pi Xiu's face darkened. He put the bowl directly to Wen Xi's mouth and said in a vicious voice, "Drink!"
Okay, just drink it, you can't die again anyway.
Wen Xi drank the medicine with Pi Xiu's hand. The bitter taste made even ghosts tremble, which made him wonder if it was a bowl of poison. After drinking the last sip, he coughed so hard that he leaned on Pi Xiu and wished he could take it all. Spit back to him.
"Why are you drinking so fast?" Pixiu patted him on the back, thinking that if he coughed to death, where would he go to find an ice pillow that suits him.
Seeing that the person in his arms was dizzy, dizzy, and trembling on his shoulders, Boss Pi couldn't help but ask the little stammer who brought the medicine: "Did you watch this medicine fry?"
Xiaojiba nodded in horror: "Yes, I'm guarding to fry it."
Wen Xi coughed for a while and recovered, sat up straight and said, "I didn't expect it to be so bitter."
"It's really so bitter?" Pi Xiu thought to himself that he didn't feel so bitter when he drank it before. He couldn't believe he took the bowl and drank the remaining medicine into his mouth, and spit it out within a second.
Wen Xi: …
Pixiu became angry, slammed the bowl on the table, and yelled at the monsters and monsters staring at him: "What are you doing staring at Laozi, is there any food on my face? Eat!"
The monsters under the seat all started to eat, and they lowered their heads and dared not look at the boss a second time.
Wen Xi was sitting on the side with a complicated mood, wanted to laugh but couldn't, but he really wanted to laugh, so he could only hold back the napkin he had pulled aside and hand it over to Pi Xiu to wipe his mouth.
Boss Pi was so impetuous that he was choked by a mouthful of bitter medicine, and his body became hot again. He grabbed Wen Xi's hand and pulled him directly into his arms.
Xiao Zhiba stood to the side so frightened that he couldn't speak, and asked tremblingly, "Old, boss, do you want to give the boss and the lady a pair of bowls and chopsticks, didn't the old lady just say you want to eat, eat?"
Pi Xiu frowned when he heard the words: "Boss lady? Where did you get the boss lady, I don't have a mother."
Wen Xi: …
Wenxi: Damn, I really dare to talk about a man.