The taxi stopped downstairs at Cheng Baize's studio. As soon as I got out of the car with the packed vegetables and the bottle of red wine, my phone rang again. I picked up the phone: "I'm here, go upstairs right now!"
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Now that Cheng Baize is in a hurry, what have he been doing?! If he hadn't run away, he would have almost finished the meal.
"Are you and your second great god coming up together?"
I frowned. To be honest, I didn't like hearing Cheng Baize speak in such a low voice. He felt so helpless. I glanced at Zong Bao and said, "Yeah, what's wrong?"
"Come up yourself."
"How can that be done? I can't..."
"Come up yourself, otherwise we won't meet today."
Hey, I have a bad temper: "What's wrong with you? Didn't you say everything you said on the phone was fine before? What's wrong with you?"
"I repeat, come up yourself."
I took a deep breath, yes, I can bear it, I have to see what you are going to do tonight!
I hung up my phone and looked around. Fortunately, there was an express hotel opposite the building of Cheng Baize's studio. I took out my wallet and ID card and handed it to Zong Bao: "Zong Bao, go to the hotel and get a room, and then I can help you."
I'll open one, and after a while I'll ask Cheng Baize what's going on, and then go back to the hotel to rest."
Zong Bao looked back at the hotel, then looked at me: "It's very expensive."
I breathed out: "There is no way, we can't go to my sister-in-law's house so late. Originally, I planned to... Hey, forget it, just go and get two rooms. Express hotels are not expensive, you can
Just go and ask. If you think the price is unacceptable, then you can get a double standard room, which is enough for one night. After meeting Sister Li tomorrow, we will take the train back."
Zong Bao looked at me and said nothing for a long time. I didn’t understand what he meant. “Zong Bao, what’s wrong with you?”
"without."
Zong Bao shook his head and glanced at me: "I feel something is wrong."
"Did the old fairy in me tell you anything?"
"No."
Zong Bao replied, raised his feet and walked directly to the other side of the road. I was standing there, something was wrong. I don’t know what kind of evil wind Cheng Baize had today. None of his actions were normal. Otherwise, I would
I originally planned to take Zong Bao to his studio to make things happen, but what he just said on the phone was really annoying. Besides, I can't let Zong Bao just stand waiting for me on the street. It's really nothing.
My son is happy.
I took the elevator upstairs with all kinds of thoughts in my mind. When I walked to the door of Cheng Baize's studio, I instantly felt a chill, as if I had fallen headlong into a freezer. My face was so excited.
I felt numb. It was a hot summer day outside. I looked up and saw that the air conditioner was turned on too high.
I raised my hand and was about to knock on the door, but I vaguely saw a few wisps of red air curled up on the door. I touched the door lightly with my finger, and the air immediately dissipated. I frowned and felt angry.
I immediately took a step back and looked at the door carefully. If I were to enter an unfamiliar door at this moment, I would never go in when I saw this scene. The color red means disaster, which means blood and light.
Hidden, that is to say, I am the victim!
"I have a bloody disaster..."
I muttered softly, if it had been before, maybe I didn't know how to deal with it even if I saw it, and maybe I would feel that I was wrong——
But at this moment, my mind is extremely clear. I need to be cautious in case of disaster, otherwise my skills are of no use. Thinking, I first put down the things in my hands, and then took out a cigarette case from my pocket.
What's inside is not cigarettes, but sandalwood that I cut neatly at home. I put it in the cigarette case for convenience of carrying. Of course, it's also for convenience. Generally, I'm still a little averse to smoking to please immortals when I'm not particularly in a hurry.
Son's.
Because the office building where Cheng Baize's studio is located is quite large, there are many surveillance cameras. I looked around and found a corner, avoiding both the door of Cheng Baize's studio and those cameras, thus saving security.
I feel like I'm not normal.
After I found the place, I sat directly on the ground, crossed my legs, closed my eyes and meditated for a minute or two. In fact, Onmyoji tells people's fortunes and prevents disasters by just looking at them, because having distracting thoughts in the mind is equivalent to half-heartedness, and sometimes
It’s easy to be confused, so generally the more particular a college student is, the more time slots he will have when showing things to others, for example, from 8 a.m. to 11 a.m., after this time, you will
It felt like he was an ordinary person, because at this time he began to relax his mind and start thinking about other things. Even if he saw something, he would not say anything anymore. First of all, he is famous. If he is doing two things,
If you speak inaccurately under certain circumstances, it is easy for people to criticize you. Secondly, it is a taboo in our industry. If people don't let you see it, don't say more. It can easily cause trouble.
After I felt that the distracting thoughts in my mind had been eliminated, I let out a gentle breath, then opened my eyes, held three sticks of incense parallel to each other with my fingers and middle fingers, lit it with a lighter, and then silently chanted "Three Great Immortals" in my mouth, "I feel three sticks."
The smoke from the incense rose straight up in the form of white mist and lingered for a long time. I opened my mouth to the cigarette: "Jiaolong dares to ask Old Xian'er, where did the disaster come from?!!"
Then, I actually felt that the fingers holding the sandalwood felt a little hot, and my eyes lit up: "Skip the incense?!"
He looked directly at the half-filled cigarette box, then picked up the cigarette box with his other free hand and dumped it on the ground. The sandalwood was very thin. Normally, if the cigarettes were poured out like this, not to mention breaking them, they would be messed up.
There is a group, but there is no one. They seem to be arranged in an orderly manner on the marble floor——
I slowly opened my eyes wide. The sandalwood held between my fingers had burned to the point of scalding my hands without even realizing it. Looking at the Chinese character that was finally arranged in the sandalwood, I just felt like there was a roar in my head.
"Procedure……"
His lips were a little numb and he muttered, "How could it be the word 'Cheng'!"
Even if the red smoke I saw appeared on the door of Cheng Baize's studio, I didn't think about him at all, but how could my bloody disaster come from him!
Just as I was thinking about it, the sandalwood with the word "Cheng" in it started to break down bit by bit, as if it was being crushed by something, and finally only a layer of incense ash was left on the marble floor. I frowned, why?
What kind of intention?
I smelled a hint of burnt pig hair in the air. When I came back to my senses, I felt the stinging pain on my fingers holding the incense sticks. I hurriedly let go of my hand. The three sticks were shorter than match sticks.
The incense immediately fell on the word 'Cheng' that turned into ashes. At the same time, a breeze blew up in the empty office building, and the word 'Cheng' that turned into ashes was blown away.