That is Xiao Hei's fantasy and crocodile tears.
At the moment his daughter jumped off the building to die, Xiao Hei wished he could jump down with her.
This idea turned into an obsession and turned into a loud bang in the world of ghost stories.
The black cat is the embodiment of Xiao Hei's love and the embodiment of Xiao Hei's desire.
Just when Su Qingyu realized most of the truth, the dilapidated and ruined houses all returned to their appearance on the first day.
Dad, mom, brother, and even grandma who went to the hospital, all stood neatly in front of Su Qingyu.
They didn't say anything, just waved at Su Qingyu.
Everyone had a kind smile on their face.
The door opened, and unlike the original darkness, there was light outside.
The black cat squatted at the door playing with its tail. When the light shone on it, it turned into ashes.
Su Qingyu reached the S-level clearance standard and unlocked the copy, but the notes she recorded in the copy could not be taken away.
Even if she concentrated highly and listened carefully these days, it would be impossible for her to understand the strange language proficiently in such a short time.
Time passes by every second.
Su Qingyu took out a tribute card.
The tribute card depicts a stern-looking young man, seven feet eight inches tall, as thin as a bamboo, dressed in black clothes, with a sword at his waist.
There is a line of small words written on the back of the card: You can use it by using one finger or paying 100 ghost money.
Su Qingyu threw out 100 ghost money and offering cards at the same time.
Accompanied by a puff of white smoke, the man in the card appeared.
The young man with black hair, black eyes, pale skin and a ghostly look had a huge hole in his heart.
His right hand is made of bones, and his left hand is made of flesh and blood.
"May I have your name?"
The young man pointed to the empty space on his chest and said, "My name is Wuxin."
If you get close to the empty space in his heart, you can hear the whistling wind.
"Why don't you have a heart?"
"I was originally a junior general of the Shen family. Because the emperor was suspicious of me, I was stripped of my surname and had my heart cut out and died."
"Can you read?"
The boy nodded.
"Very good, help me write a test paper."
The young man stretched out his bony right hand: "Master, give me your heart, and I will help you."
Tribute cards are divided into white, green, blue, gold and red.
The tribute cards of Wuxin and Shuangxi are different. Shuangxi’s card is white, while Wuxin’s card is gold.
Su Qingyu could feel that Wuxin was a strange and powerful being.
"Can I use ghost money instead?"
Wuxin's fingers moved: "Does the master have 10,000 ghost money?"
Although Wuxin's face showed no expression, Su Qingyu always felt that he heard contempt in his words.
Su Qingyu recalled the first time she asked Shuangxi whether Guiyi had feelings, Shuangxi's answer was full of uncertainty.
Wuxin raised his chin slightly. His eyes were dark, without any white.
"Master, you should be thankful that we did not meet in a dungeon, otherwise, you would have died for sure."
It's really a weird and funny story.
Su Qingyu directly took out the Tiandi Bank card, moved his mind, and took out ten thousand ghost money from it.
A stack of paper money for the dead fell into Wuxin's palm, which was only a skeleton left. As Su Qingyu wished, Wuxin began to look at the questions on the tablet.