The Ultimate Blue Seal

Then he slowly slid down the wall behind him, his eyes were dark and he didn't know anything.

Dimly, Su Qing felt as if he was floating, swaying with the wind, not knowing where it was blown by the wind, after a while, he felt that the scenery in front of him was a bit familiar, and he looked carefully. , I actually found myself back home.

He didn't have a clear consciousness. When he got here, he felt tense. He said that there are still people waiting for him to throw himself into the snare. Why did he come here?

At this moment, a person passed by, Su Qing was in a daze, standing in the middle of the street, it was too late to hide-it was Xiao Wu, the nanny invited by the Su family.

Su Qing's heart was beating faster and faster, and suddenly she didn't know what to do, but Xiao Wu just walked straight towards him, and if he passed by him casually, he didn't even see anyone. Su Qing was stunned, stood in the middle of the street for a while, couldn't help catching up, and patted Xiao Wu's shoulder, but his palm passed directly through her shoulder.

Suddenly he had a strange thought-is he dead?

Su Qing walked in the direction of home, walking up the familiar stairs, trying to reach out and push the door, but his arm passed through the door. Then Su Qing realized that he had more skills in wall penetration, smiled bitterly, and walked directly. Went in.

Su Chengde has always been busy with business, and the Su family’s dinner is also late. It was dark this time, and Su Chengde sat down to eat.

Xiao Wu didn't eat at the table with him, put the food on the table, and went to the kitchen to eat by himself. At a big dining table, only Su Chengde sat there, looking a little lonely.

Su walked over gently, slowly approached Su Chengde, hugged his back from behind, hanging from his father like he did when he was very young. When I was young, I felt that Su Chengde was really thick with shoulders, and he could be lifted up with a little effort, but now he found that Su Chengde seemed to have shrunk, but how thin he looked.

After that, Su Qing's gaze crossed Su Chengde's shoulder and looked on the table.

For so many years, the old man hasn’t improved his life. If he didn’t go out to socialize and eat at home, he would always eat light rice with coarse tea, and he didn’t pay attention to it. The rice was fried overnight with scallion oil, and he could eat it deliciously. .

Su Qing sighed secretly, and suddenly, his whole body was shocked-besides Su Chengde's own tableware, there were two other pictures on the table.

One is reserved for Su Qing's mother, the father and son are tacit, the other...

His eyes were hot and he blurted out: "Dad..."

Su Chengde, who was devouring it, moved for a while, looked around suspiciously, and called out the nanny: "Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu?"

The little nanny came out: "Hey, uncle, what's the matter?"

Su Chengde asked: "I seemed to have heard someone talking just now, was it you?"

Xiao Wu was taken aback: "Me? I don't have one."

Su Chengde replied thoughtfully, nodded, no longer entangled. Su Qing sighed and walked around the dining table before trying to sit down opposite Su Chengde.

But at this time, there seemed to be a black hole outside the window, desperately sucking him out, Su Qing stretched out his hand to reach Su Chengde, who was within easy reach, but couldn't resist the huge attraction.

"Dad! Dad! You give me a hand..." He yelled, but Su Chengde couldn't hear him. Su Chengde just raised his head in a puzzled manner, looking towards Su Qing, as if he could feel something vaguely. There was something wrong, and after a while, I felt nervous again, shook his head, and continued to lower his head to eat.

Su Qing felt that he was being swept away by a hurricane, and it was dark, and then his body suddenly fell. He twitched and opened his eyes.

He found himself lying on a hard board, a shriveled old man, craned his neck to look at him. The old man saw him open his eyes, grinned, his teeth grew inside and out, very abstract, his face wrinkled, and he looked like a big chrysanthemum: "Oh, young man, wake up quickly."

Su Qing's pupils shrank, and he turned over and sat up. The sharp pain from one leg made him stagnate. He turned his head and looked at this very non-mainstream old man who was dressed like a monk with some caution.

The old man happily poured a glass of water and handed it to him, but Su Qing did not reach out to take it, just glanced at him, and asked with a somewhat unkind tone: "Who are you?"

"Tsk, the young people nowadays really don't understand how to respect the elders. Look, my old man tried to drag you back with this old bone, but he didn't save others."

Su Qing followed his gaze and found that her injured leg had been simply treated and bandaged. Before she let it go, she heard the old man continue to say: "Is it possible that you are willing to lie there with a corpse? In the corner of the corner, waiting for the police station to invite you to have tea?"

Su Qing shuddered and stared straight at the old man: "You see the dead, and you dare to get me back. Who are you?"

"Oh, oh." The old man didn't answer his words, shook his head, and took out a cigarette stick from the bedside in a hurry - Su Qing always felt that his dad smoking a dry cigarette would be retro enough. There is also a caveman who smokes a pole.

The old man spewed clouds and mists on his own. It seemed that he didn't mean to answer his words at all. Su Qing endured the pain, and with a grin, he moved his two legs off the bed and looked at the room.

At this time, he discovered the weirdness of this room—the place is not big, the cement floor, a mahogany sword hung at the door, and some yellow talisman paper, cinnabar, etc. were scattered everywhere. Su Qing's eyes twitched. , Could not help asking: "I said, what do you do?"

I saw the old man spit out a sip of white smoke slowly, and said slowly: "The great luck is small, the universe and the five elements, the world is returned to the heart of the old man, count the ups and downs of your life, count how many peach blossoms you have, hey, the old man is the……"

Su Qing let out a "bah", supporting herself with one foot on the ground, "Dare to love is an old liar for fortune-telling."

The old man blew his beard and stared, took a cigarette stick to beat Su Qing. Su Qing grabbed him and threw it back into his arms with an unkind expression. After thinking about something, he dragged his injured leg and leaned on one. On the big wooden cabinet, he folded his hands on his chest and asked, "Hey, old man, I ask you, is it the one-hundred-and-five-hundred-and-five Liu Daqing who you fooled and brought a group of people to beat him?"

The old man shook his head and said, "That kind man...oh, let’s tell you, old man, I have calculated that he will have a catastrophe recently. Oh, that is big or small. If you are lucky, you will get a punch. If it is not, it will be a disaster of blood and light. He is predestined with me, and I am taking advantage of the situation to dissolve him..."

Su Qing said, "Don't talk nonsense if you speak human words."

The old man's deflated mouth was already deflated: "It's me."

Su Qing sneered: "Then you ran away by yourself, and then went back to see if Liu Daqing was dead, right?"

The old man squeezed his neck: "Nonsense, I was to see if his calamity was over..."

Su Qing frowned: "That person... is he really dead?"

The old man fell silent, with a mysterious look on his shriveled face, and then took the cigarette back into his mouth again, took a deep breath and spit it out. Only after a cloud of mist, he whispered: "Deadly It’s not easy for this person to die. From my perspective, he was scared to death alive."

Su Qing was taken aback, a little unclear, so when he saw the old fortune-telling liar, he felt calm, thinking that there was no difference between what he said and farting, so listen to what he did.

So he moved with difficulty and started to walk outside, and the old man behind him said leisurely: "If you go out here, there will be a **** disaster, young man, think twice before acting."

Su Qing paused and turned around. From this perspective, the old liar was in the smoke and fire, as if he was a bit immortal, and couldn't help asking: "You can say... What does it mean? Why are you saving me?"

The old man laughed silently. He is getting older, but his eyes are not muddy like ordinary old people. There is a little light from the dark eyes: "I know that you are talented and possess special skills, which are different from ordinary people. , I also know that if you are not going well recently, there will be a catastrophe, but... it is not impossible to escape."

When he said this, he stopped and saw that Su Qing was looking at him, and he stretched out his hand and grinned: "Old rules, save three hundred calamities, five hundred catastrophes, what about you... it's so dangerous, you have to add two more. Hundred, only cash, no card, no check..."

Su Qingjia smiled pretendingly: "Old god, you are such a god, you know what my surname is, what is my family, and where is my mother, is my mother in good health?"

The old man waved his hand, pinched his fingers as if it were true, and shook his tail and said, "Young people are filial. Don't worry. From my perspective, Ling Ci is at the peak of the Spring and Autumn Period. For a hundred-year-old life style, I should go out more this year and live in a house with a south-facing window. You will be lucky and smooth."

Su Qing: "Go to your uncle, my mother is dead early."

The old liar choked, waved his hand and said, "That's right, Ling Ci has passed Wangchuanhe, and reincarnated. The dust returned to the dust in the previous life is naturally not counted. Old man, I counted her life's fate. grid."

Su Qing ignored his nonsense, and really remembered one thing in his heart. He took out three hundred yuan from his pocket, thought about it, and stuffed it back two more. Under the hungry eyes of the old liar, he threw the yuan to In his arms: "You go to Liu Daqing's house, and bring me a child named Tu Tutu. I will give you another one when I come back."

The old liar said: "Two!"

Su Qing happily agreed: "Okay, go."

I thought, it’s you.

The old liar tossed himself a lot, put on a pair of sunglasses, pretended to be a blind man, picked up a stick from nowhere, knocked around and went out, Su Qing knelt on the ground with a grin and opened it. Bandage on his leg-he still doesn't know whether the bullet that injured his leg is still there, and he can't believe the bandaging technique of the old liar.

At this moment, Hu Bugui's voice rang in his ears: "Su Qing, are you in C city?"

After Su Qing had a meal, Hu Bugui couldn't hear his reply and was anxious: "Did you meet'them'? Are you injured? How is the situation now?"

The eagerness in his voice was not adulterated, Su Qing felt it, and he raised his hand subconsciously, but gently touched his finger on the false ear studs and then retracted again.

Su Qing lowered her eyes and slowly removed the bandage, thinking in her heart, forget it, this time I'll do it myself.

At that time Su Qing was going to die, but Hu Bugui thought he was choked by the dust, and now Hu Bugui was going crazy, Su Qing thought he was just out of duty, and felt a little bit sorry.

In this way, the word "thinking" is actually the biggest curse in the world.