Chapter 127 Pit

He raised his head,
Squinting his eyes.
Lao Xu was handsome, more handsome than most women,
But he wasn't effeminate at all.

Crying,
Was wrong,
At least at this time,
He didn't want to cry.

His parents' souls were taken away from here,
Unlike ordinary people,
Xu Qinglang's parents had actually passed away when he was very young,
But here,
More than a year ago,
It was still a place where a family of three lived.

So Lao Xu always felt that his parents were still here, and he also had the last traces left by his parents.
In front of the deceased,
It was traditional to only report good news, not bad. The living worked hard in the yang world, so don't let the deceased worry about it on the other side.

So,
He couldn't cry.

Before,
A small square table,
Xu Qinglang, who had been busy all day, would continue to cook a few of his specialties himself,
And he would change the variety to do it,
Because he was afraid that his parents would get tired of eating it.

In fact,
When he was almost a street urchin and sent to the noodle shop by that director to learn the craft,
He really only knew how to make noodles.

Did you think,
You could learn a Manchu Han Imperial Feast in a noodle shop?

For a long time,
Lao Xu could only make noodles, kneading the dough, rolling the noodles, adjusting the soup,
He could even be extremely precise about the time the noodles were cooked in the soup pot,
Therefore, the sauerkraut noodles he made could make Cuihua'er exclaim with satisfaction and admit her inferiority!

But he really didn't know much about other things.

His cooking skills,
Most of them were practiced in this small noodle shop, when he made different dishes for his parents every night.

Sichuan cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, Shandong cuisine, Huaiyang cuisine,
Lao Xu had made them all.

As the saying goes, being a chef won't let your parents go hungry. Lao Xu's idea at that time was so pure.

If Zhou Ze hadn't drifted here when he became a dead soul,
If that sister-in-law hadn't participated in this self-righteous plan,
Even if Wang Ke's wife hadn't gone to get her hair done that day and casually dropped her daughter off at the bookstore to read and pass the time,
Perhaps,
Now his parents,
Would still be here.

Thinking back on anything, there are too many coincidences. It seems that it wouldn't have happened if any one link was missing.

Just like everyone, their births are also unique,
The same parents,
Another chance,
The child born would definitely not be the same child.

Your birth,
Was when you were still a sperm,
Striving forward,
Fighting to be the best,
Overcoming all difficulties,
Kicking in the dark,
Using dirty tricks,
Diplomacy,
After all kinds of hardships and relying on great luck,
You finally defeated thousands of competitors,
And finally got the chance to drill into that lovely egg,
So, people, never take your life lightly, never talk about suicide lightly. This is not only unfair to your parents and relatives, but also unfair to yourself when you were still an ignorant sperm who did everything to make your birth happen.

Xu Qinglang's eyes looked at the central position of the store,
He remembered,
That day,
The little loli was standing in that position,
She opened her mouth,
She stuck out her tongue,
She, in front of him,
Snatched away his parents!

Hate it?
Hate it!
Hate it!

In fact, he did hate it at the time. He even hated it so much that he didn't dare to attack the little loli, because that was a ghost messenger (gui chai). For him, who was only a small Xuan cultivator at the time, ghost messengers were terrifying beings.

Therefore, his hatred at that time shifted to Zhou Ze;
For this reason,
When Zhou Ze came to eat at his place that day,
He even put poison in the food.

Jealousy,
Jealousy,
Why were you also a person who had returned as a dead soul,
Why didn't the ghost messenger deal with you?
Why do you still exist here?
Why did the ghost messenger only catch my parents?

This has nothing to do with magnanimity, nor does it have anything to do with cowardice, nor does it have anything to do with one's own character. When a person loses what is most important to them, when they endure the most intense pain in their life,
They will always inexplicably produce some extreme thoughts and ideas,
Even a saint can't avoid it.

Back then, Boss Zhou,
Was probably only a few seconds away from dying from poisoning.

If Boss Zhou had been a little more impatient, and his eating manners had been a little more unsightly,
There wouldn't have been a Late Night Bookstore later,
There wouldn't have been Yingying,
And there wouldn't have been everything that is now.

Hate it?
Hate it!
Hate it...

But later, when he saw the little loli in the bookstore next door, he actually didn't hate her that much. Even when he and the little loli lived together later, he didn't feel that he hated her that much.

Because he understood,
From the little loli's point of view, what she did back then was actually not wrong;
Of course,
It's absurd to try to put yourself in someone else's shoes when it comes to your parents.

But Xu Qinglang himself also knew that his forced retention of his parents' souls at that time was actually a selfish act. He knew that if he kept them for another year or two, his parents would probably completely lose the chance to be reborn.

He was actually using ways that harmed his parents,
To fulfill his filial piety,
It was like a dream,
Being forcibly awakened.

The woman stood there, looking at the man's "hypocritical behavior." A sneer appeared on her face.
"I appeared here because of you?"

Xu Qinglang heard this,
Was stunned for a moment,
Nodded,
And said:
"I'm sorry, I only know and have contacted your Sea God (Hai Shen) Lord."

The implication was,
Sorry,
I want to trick others, but I don't know anyone else,
I only know your family,
If I don't trick you,
There's really no one else to trick.

I can't,
Trick my own boss, or trick Ying Gou?

Sorry,
That,
I really can't trick them...

"Greedy..." The woman hadn't finished speaking,
Suddenly, huge runes fell on both sides of the noodle shop's walls,
These runes,
Were so big that if they were given to Lao Dao, he wouldn't need to hide them in his crotch anymore.
Let Lao Dao roll them up to make underwear, or even make pants and a coat with some to spare.

"Rise!"
Xu Qinglang lightly tapped his finger on the table.

"Buzz!"
The talisman papers on the walls on both sides began to burn,
Streams of blue light shone out from within.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The woman suddenly squatted down,
Screaming hysterically,
Xu Qinglang picked up most of the bottle of wine on the table,
Slowly poured it all on the ground,
The floor tiles were actually the same as those in Xu Qinglang's room, all dug with fine grooves,
After pouring the wine,
He took out a talisman,
And threw it on the ground,
The talisman paper instantly turned black,
The grooves on the ground also turned black,
A strange array of runes appeared on the ground.

"Disciple, I'm doing this all for your own good. You have good aptitude. I was afraid that you would be greedy for the comfort of your home, so I helped you kill your parents. How about it, am I good to you?"
"Disciple, why are you so unpromising? You've wasted all the effort I put into you!"
"I cultivated you, not hesitating to kill your parents, putting in so much effort, but when I came back, I saw that you just became a cook for me?"

That master's words,
Echoed in Xu Qinglang's mind over and over again,
Xu Qinglang's eyes began to turn red,
Not the red of sadness,
But the red of anger!

He kept taking deep breaths, his body began to tremble slightly,
That night,
He was in the bathtub, detoxifying the corpse poison,
His master appeared,
The words he said to him, the truth he told him,
Were like bolts of lightning striking his heart.

Lawyer An later came to the bookstore and encouraged Xu Qinglang's spirit of drawing talismans and striving, but he didn't really think highly of him.

In Lawyer An's eyes, the first person in the bookstore worth cultivating was definitely that boss,
Holding the ghost messenger certificate left by Lord Taishan Fujun,
There was also the former owner of the Nether Sea living in his body,
But this guy,
Wasn't easy to deal with, wasn't easy to persuade!
It was like a salted fish eating a turtle that had just swallowed a weight.

Therefore, from a practical point of view, the ones most worth cultivating were first the little loli, this woman already had the intention of climbing up desperately, and secondly the little monkey, a natural spirit monkey, amazing.

Next, it wasn't Xu Qinglang, but the zombie who only knew how to smile foolishly.

For Lawyer An,
People who only strive but have no talent or development prospects are just so-so.

This kind of person is suitable for giving speeches at spiritual civilization conferences, which can play a little bit of a supervisory role and purify the salted fish atmosphere of the bookstore.

But everyone who has been through it knows that these conferences are useless.

However,
Lawyer An was still wrong,
Lawyer An wasn't just wrong for the first time,
The first time he was wrong was when he got "coffee, newspapers and sugar,"
Letting him know that the person who only knew how to bask in the sun wasn't just basking in the sun.

The second was with Xu Qinglang,
He drew a lot of useless talismans,
Lao Dao scavenged a lot of them like he was collecting scraps,
For example, the talisman called "Water Dragon Chant (Shui Long Yin),"
The effect was the same as a squirt gun.

But that was just scrap, like the waste left over from making fine furniture, wood shavings;
The decoration in the bookstore room,
The decoration in this store,
Was the real progress Xu Qinglang had made during this time,
The old man valued his aptitude, not hesitating to kill his parents,
Back then, Lao Xu was groping and researching on his own, and he could even make a "human skin puppet" while cooking noodles, to find his parents' souls;
This was like a folk scientist who graduated from elementary school, who built a real airplane that could fly without any other information.

After the runes on the ground appeared,
Combined with the stimulation of the huge talismans on the walls,
The woman's screams were even more miserable,
Xu Qinglang stepped forward,
His hands grabbed the woman's cheeks,
These cheeks that were seventy percent similar to the woman who died in his arms,
It's a pity,
He knew,
She wasn't her,
That her,
Was already dead,
She died after completing her mission in order to fulfill the Sea God's flawless reputation.

Xu Qinglang's hands,
Didn't actually use much force,
He was just gently stroking the woman's face,
Trying to find the temperature of the night of passion he had with that woman on the bed in the hotel.

But as his hands gently rubbed,
The woman's face in front of him began to slowly peel,
The human face began to be slowly peeled off,
The letter began to spit out,
The green skin was revealed,
The huge but empty eyes were revealed,
The human face,
Was slowly turning into,
A snake head...