Based on the principle of sending Buddha to the West, Xiang Que did another loss-making thing and turned into a psychological counselor.
Situ Ziqing, who locked himself in the room, was in a lonely and closed world. The curtains pulled the room and it was pitch black, with only a trace of light shining on the ground. Situ Ziqing on the ground looked far less than she usually showed outside.
Strong, cold and indifferent.
Situ Ziqing was like a confused and weak lamb, curled up on the carpet, with her head on her left hand and her right hand holding a wine bottle. There was a second and third wine bottle scattered beside her.
There are two situations where you can’t drink too much wine. One is when you are extremely excited and the other is when you are extremely sad. Obviously, Situ Ziqing now belongs to the latter one.
When a person's spirit is subject to a huge impact, alcohol paralysis does not necessarily work, because alcohol is completely wiped out by people's emotions and emotions. No matter how much you drink, the more you drink, the more you think, the less you drink.
Xiang Quei came in without attracting her attention. Situ Ziqing was still lying on the carpet, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, and then unconsciously putting the bottle mouth into her mouth.
Xiangque crossed his legs and sat on the carpet facing her.
Situ Ziqing didn't look at him, nor did he speak.
Xiang Que glanced next to him, there was a whole box of red wine. He pulled out a bottle from it and opened it and took two big mouthfuls. Then he took an empty wine bottle and placed it at his feet.
I lit a cigarette.
Xiang Quexiang blew up the ashes into the mouth of the bottle and suddenly said softly: "The dead are gone, and the living are like this, in fact, it is similar to farting, right? Yes, I feel the same way, because
The person you said this must have never died, so they are not qualified to understand your feelings, nor can they understand your heart. This is easy to say, but you definitely don't feel it, but...
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Xiang Que picked up the bottle and touched the wine in Situ Ziqing's hand and said, "Then you said everyone is dead, who are you doing this for? In fact, I regret not being able to accompany you when you were alive.
Mr. Situ, I regret that he was unable to stay by his side when he died, right? It’s useless to regret your intestines. Now, why don’t I give you an idea to make up for this regret? It will definitely make up for it.
I never lie to women.”
In fact, there is a rule in this world. When a man says this to a woman under what circumstances, then this guy will definitely start to deceive women. It's true.
Situ Ziqing, who was lying down, had a slight fluctuation in his eyes and glanced at him.
Xiang Que bared his teeth and said, "I am a Taoist priest. Do you know what the concept of Chinese Taoist priests? Catching ghosts and warding off evil spirits are all minor ways. A more awesome Taoist priests can communicate with yin and yang for two generations, otherwise I will let you
Meet your dad?"
Situ Ziqing's eyes fluctuated a little obvious because of this sentence, and his breathing became a little rapid. Xiang Que, who was sitting opposite him, clearly felt her desire.
This woman is so capable of putting emotions into her heart!
Xiang Que took a sip of wine and said lightly: "When Mr. Situ Shengyun has a prerequisite, he died and went to the underworld. If you want to see him, you will naturally have to go to the underworld... Or
You're dead, I can guarantee that I'll meet him immediately if you die."
"Swish" Situ Ziqing's eyes stared at Xiang Que, revealing that this anger was a little suppressed.
Xiang Que lit another cigarette, sucked it slowly, then lowered his head and leaned into her and said, "Die or not? See or not? If you want to see him, I will send you over. If you don't want to die, why do you have to do this?"
"Then have you ever died of your father?" Situ Ziqing suddenly spoke.
Xiangque smoked, looked out the window and said, "My parents are alive, but the thing that makes me more painful than you is that when your father is alive, you can meet him, have dinner, chat, etc., but
My parents were alive but couldn't get along with them. I was sent to the mountain since I was ten years old. I went down the mountain half a year ago and stayed away. My master told me that I will not get along with my parents after I was ten years old. You tell me
Is it more miserable than you? I can only rush home to attend the funeral after receiving the call on the day they die... In the past few decades, is there a difference between having parents and not having parents?
?You at least have the opportunity to live under the wings of your parents, but I can only live in my memory of them.”
Xiang Que took a few deep puffs of cigarettes, threw the cigarette butt into the bottle, then dried the remaining half of the bottle of wine and stood up from the ground.
"Miss Situ Er, since you don't want to die, don't do it anymore. Keep your energy on your own. You will have someone coming from the United States tomorrow. You still have to receive it. Think about whether your father has nothing to do.
I have not done the matter yet. If you don’t die, you will understand all these things to comfort him. If you want to die, you will find me at any time and I will arrange it for you.”
"Bang" Xiang Que walked out of the room and closed the door, and Situ Ziqing drank all the remaining wine in his hand.
Late at night that day, twelve o'clock.
Fatty Wang came back in a dilemma. After entering the room, he threw a box in front of Xiang Que.
"What you said is really right. There is indeed a doll buried under that tombstone."
Xiang Que opened the box, and there was a doll covered in soil, with Situ Shengyun's birth date and five broken silver needles written on it.
"Do you know this thing?"
Wang Xuanzhen said: "I don't know much about the substitute. In ancient times, the empresses stabbed villains with needles, especially in the Ming and Qing dynasties. The concubines in the backyard of the deep palace loved this thing the most, and whoever was most proud of it would be the most.
Her birth date and horoscope and her belongings were obtained and the whole villain tugged on it, but the person who was pricked was in unbearable pain, and it would not be as fatal as it could be."
"What you said is all about fur, which is used by the martial arts warlock." Xiang Que clamped the doll and shook it, saying, "This is different, it is also called a substitute doll, but it is two concepts... This is a spirit
Baozong's secret technique for sect-secting, but as far as I know, this secret technique has disappeared for hundreds of years, and Lingbaozong has long ceased to exist. How could anyone understand it?"
"Chinese culture is profound, especially hidden sects and Taoist sects. Some are hidden in the mountains and some are hidden in the countryside. You don't know when awesome monsters and snakes will pop up," Wang Xuanzhen pointed at himself and said.
: "For example, do ordinary people know about our family? It's so low-key that it's outrageous."