There will always be 2

"Let's talk about it." I'm impatient. Why do I talk about some hard business history? I don't start a business.

"Later, when I invited a customer to talk about business one night, I was entangled by a woman." The man summed it up quickly.

"Bulls, a series of lies." The old monk took a mouthful of saliva.

"It's not the truth. You are full of lies. I really want to beat you.

When the man said, his eyes flashed and he was not a good thing at first sight.

"How can I help you solve it if you don't tell me seriously?" I threatened.

"After being entangled by a woman, I died as soon as I failed." The man's voice became smaller and smaller: "But it's not good for her to pester me." In the second half of the sentence, the man's voice suddenly became righteous: "Those poor people can only ask me for money. I feel sorry for them, but I didn't expect them to kick their noses. Shameless."

"They?" I noticed the keywords in the words.

"What?" He pretended to be stupid for me.

"How many did you accidentally kill?" I waited for him with my eyes and forced him to feel that all my blood had entered my eyes, because I knew that my eyes had such an effect that could make people slightly enter the state of hypnosis.

"Ha ha..." The old monk interrupted me with laughter: "White, don't use evil eyes on this kind of person. It will waste energy."

"Evil eye?" For the first time, I knew the origin of my eyes.

"This is what will be said later. Now get rid of this annoying fly in front of you." The old monk said to the man who was still confused, "Heaven can forgive himself for doing evil. You go. I won't help you. Bai Bai, let's go into the room and talk about it.

Because it was about myself, I obediently followed the old monk into the door and left the man outside alone.

"You are so simple. Where are the two kids in your family?" It's not the first time for the old monk to come in. He dislikes simplicity every day. Don't come.

"..." If it's usual, I would definitely refute a few words, but now I put up with it for the time being and said kindly, "Master knows my eyes?"

"Well, I know."

This old man, don't say anything if you don't ask.

"So you always know about the cause and effect of this eye?" I asked humbly.

"I know. The old man talks too much and is thirsty.

The old man directly turned his feet up.

"Master, please wait. I'll make tea right away."

"I'm not used to drinking it."

What the old monk said behind my back almost made me fall. I knew that he had bad intentions. Last time Qin went out and got me some good red robes. This old man was for my red robes and Cordyceps.

I reluctantly put a few cordyceps in the cup, which are all my life and roots. I almost couldn't help spitting in it.

"I don't drink a mouthful of water, don't put ingredients in it." This monk has eyes behind him. He knows such a personal thing.

I secretly scolded myself for thinking about my good things, which I saved myself.

"Okay, don't be stingy. When the monk gives you a good thing one day, don't be petty." The monk took the tea I made, blew the foam, took a sip, and squeaked his lips: "It's still your cordyceps."

"When will you bring something?" I remember his promise.

"You just care about everything and don't want to know the origin of your eyes?"

The old monk said unhappily.

"You said what you said." I can't beat it.

"So this tea?" The old monk raised his teacup.

"You can come anytime." I continued to nod and bow.

"In addition, these red eyes are generally congested only when they are extremely angry or happy and sad. But that's also temporary, unstable, and you know how to fix it? The old monk still sells bends at this time.

"I don't know." I shook my head cooperatively, asked shamelessly, and interpreted my ignorance vividly.

"Well, that is, I have seen an extremely tragic scene, and there are many ghosts in my eyes. You can fix the color of your eyes in red. That's why we always regard people with red eyes as monsters.

"You said there was a ghost in my eyes?" I had a chill. It was really disgusting.

"No." The old monk deliberately behaved obediently.

"Didn't you say..." Did I misunderstand?

"Of course not, the eyes are the windows of the soul, and so many grievances have entered your heart. Once you get angry or encounter any dangerous situation, you will show some ability through your eyes. I didn't expect you to experience such a thing at a young age. The monk sighed.

"Is there any harm?" I asked.

"Of course, there is a gain and a loss. The more frequently you use it, the stronger your ability will be. When the resentment of the wrong soul occupies your heart, you will be finished."

After listening to the old monk's words, I thought about it. It's true. I hardly found any ability in my eyes before, but only recently I found that it can confuse people for a short time. Now it's getting easier to use.

Have you found it? This is me, for you to consider not letting you interfere. Your skin is as tough as spider silk now. But after all, it's not a steel bone. Let me think about what other ability you have? You are sent by the Qin family, and there should be a so-called soul weapon. The old monk just finished drinking tea at this time: "Have some more water."

I ran to get the boiling water bottle.

"Is there any harm?" I was afraid to ask.

"Yes, think, if you use your own soul to cut others, your own soul will also be damaged. The Qin family has always been so capable, far less than the way that other families have given up for a long time. In the end, the soul weapon is either crazy or dead, so I advise you to stop using it.

"Why do you know everything?" I knew that he could not get anything from Qin Su and Qin Fengjiu's mouths.

"I'm scared. Why are you afraid of me? I just live for a long time. I don't know anything.

"Can you tell me what you know?"

"Yes, I think you like it, and it's okay to tell you, but if you want to chat, you have to have something to eat." The old monk smelled his nose in the air.

"I don't have anything to eat?" I quickly stood in front of him.

"Don't be so stingy. There are so many goods in my stomach. I slowly told you and smelled the smell of old mountain ginseng. Take it out, Bai Bai.

I gave in and had to take out the old mountain ginseng that Qin Jingang gave me.

"What a good thing. It's not seen in the market. Sure enough, the Qin family is rich, which is much more delicious than radish."

I looked sadly at the old monk staring at the tiger. My mother, I only have a little left. He hurriedly grabbed his hand and slowly squatted on one side and nibbled it.

"It tastes good, but it's delicious to stew old, hens and chickens, but it's going to be there now."

Old man, it's not good to eat it.

"Say it quickly." I urged.

"You may already know that in mythology, Hongjun's ancestor divided the world into three worlds. All walks of life are parallel and intersect with each other, but they all have a common point, but they rarely mention the Western blissium in Buddhism. We monks exist in the human world."

"So your temple is far more fragrant than the Taoist temple or something." I despise this kind of self-bragging.

"It's true. In fact, Western bliss are in this world." The old monk threw this blockbuster directly at me.

"No way?"

"I will."

"What do you want to say?" After talking for a long time, I can't tell the point.

"I'm old, so I can't think of anything. Don't interrupt me, or I will forget where I said and where I just said?"

"Say the soul weapon." I won't tell him where to say, just say what I want to know most.

"Oh, by the way, the soul weapon is a weapon transformed by the soul. Originally, there is nothing to cut the soul, but it is bad to use it to cut the physical object. When do you think those old antiques of the Qin family have used soul weapons? They are all a group of shady means.

Hearing what the old monk said, I realized that I had not seen those masters and previous owners use any soul weapons. Do they already know that soul weapons are harmful to their health? But what is the reason for not preventing us from continuing to use it? In this trial, I didn't see many people. Even if I later went into the grave with some so-called winners to receive the so-called rewards, those winners had nothing extraordinary. In other words, none of these people had a superior IQ except Qin Su. I don't believe that the amazing genius characters in a family are those people, and I don't believe it. So those characters have been retained? Maybe it was a mistake for us to come here.

Thinking of these, I was suddenly frightened and looked up at the monk.

"What did you think of?" The monk smiled and said, "The people who come here come here voluntarily. I don't know if you are either?"

"What do you mean?" I suddenly stood up and felt dizzy.

"The last person to leave every house here can't leave this town." The monk's smiling face became unfathomable.

"What do you mean?" I still asked.

"There are 99 houses here, and one person in each household can never be separated, and only outsiders can come in. You are the new owner of this house, and the old owner is dead.

"Then why can Qin Su and Qin Fengjiu go out?"

"Because you are the first person to step into the ownerless house."

This town that has never met and can't leave? Do you know Qin Yu and Qin Fengjiu? If you know it, you have colluded with the second master at the beginning. Since the time of the meeting with the host, Qin Su fell on me on the second half of my footsteps on purpose? Is it to blur my sight?

"Are you scared? Are you in the dark? The monk laughed and said, "No matter what reason you come in, you can't get out anyway. You can live in peace."

"What about you? How did you get in? Don't want to go out?" I asked.

"Think about it, why don't you want to go out? I tried it in the early years, but it doesn't work. Everyone can come and go freely except the owners of each room."

"I don't believe it. I will go out." I said firmly.

I don't want to die here all my life. Always in a passive state.