The Witch

Wu Miaomiao didn't expect to hear such a story, and she was a little moved in her heart.

"For more than seven hundred years, your sister's remnant soul has almost merged with your soul. If you forcibly peel it off, you will be very painful." The soul is forcibly torn apart, and the pain is comparable to that of lingering lateness, or even worse. Because ghosts in the astral state cannot be unconscious, they must be awake and be stunned.

"Believe me, something more painful than this, I have experienced it 700 years ago." Seven hundred years ago, my sister could split her soul for him, how could he not be able to do it 700 years later. To be precise, if he could forcibly separate the soul of his sister and return it to her sister, he would have done it a long time ago.

"You said before that you made a deal with a senior wizard, and used your cultivation base to exchange for another person to regain the light. This person is your sister?" Wu Miaomiao asked.

"Yeah." The ghost boy hummed, with a melancholy expression, "I know that my sister will be crippled after she is reincarnated, so I found her after she was reincarnated, only to find that she was missing her eyes. Then I found the wizard and used it for a century The repair base repaired her eyes."

"No wonder your cultivation base seems to be only six hundred years old." Wu Miaomiao nodded thoughtfully, and continued to ask, "Then since you have found our Wu clan's predecessor so long ago, and that one The predecessor's doll is about to be developed, why don't you just let her strip your soul directly, instead of waiting until now."

"Not at that time." Gui Gongzi explained, "When I turned into a ghost, I was too hostile, and because of my sister's remnant soul supplement, my soul was not scattered. So at that time, if I strip my soul..."

"Will the soul fly away?" Wu Miaomiao raised her eyebrows.

"If it's just like this, I'm not afraid." The ghost boy knew that Wu Miaomiao had misunderstood that he was afraid of death, so he was not angry, but continued to calmly complain, "After I turned into a ghost, I immediately went to find the enemy and destroy him. The whole family. The great feud has been reported, and even if the soul is scattered, I have no regrets, but my sister’s remnant soul and my soul have been integrated. If my soul was scattered at that time, and the wizard had forcibly saved my sister’s remnant soul, The hostility after my soul dissipates will be attached to the remnant soul of my sister."

Wu Miaomiao understands the consequences of being possessed by Li Gui's hostility, please refer to the situation of Aunt Dong Yongyuan. Moreover, the devil's strength is comparable to that of a ghost general. It is estimated that within a few days of her younger sister's recovery, she will be ghostized. After death, she will directly inherit the strength of the devil's ghost general, and she will never be born again.

"Can your soul bear it now?" Wu Miaomiao asked.

The ghost nodded, and then gave a deep bow to Wu Miaomiao, begging to say: "Also ask the wizard for help. After that, Yuanbai can conclude a blood contract with you and serve for life."

This blood contract has the same effect as the Diao family's blood sacrifice method. Once it is successfully concluded, as long as Wu Miaomiao's blood relatives are descendants, they can manipulate the ghost son. And this time it was a contract concluded voluntarily by Young Master Gui, and its effectiveness would only be stronger.

"Don't, we wizards do business, we always only charge 10% of the client's net worth. Whoever wants you to serve for life, don't want to break the rules of my wizard clan." Wu Miaomiao said in disgust.

Gui Gongzi was taken aback for a moment, with mixed emotions in his eyes.

Ji Lang glanced at his wife: "So principled?"

"That is." Wu Miaomiao saw the Xianggong "praising" herself, and immediately raised her chest and said with a high voice, "We wizards, doing business is the most honest."

Ji Lang chuckled, did not speak, only thought that Wu Miaomiao was very cute.

The ghost boy is so clever, he immediately understood that Wu Miaomiao had agreed to his request, so he immediately bowed and bowed to the ground, thanking him in gratitude: "Thank you sorcerer."

"Don't thank you so quickly, let's figure out the rewards first." The so-called eating and wise, since being hurt by the poverty of five hundred yuan, Wu Miaomiao has developed the habit of negotiating prices in advance.

"Please speak." Gui Gongzi said generously.

Isn't he generous? He originally planned to bankrupt his family and sell himself, but Wu Miaomiao didn't agree and even negotiated the price with him. No matter how you talk about this price, he is taking advantage.

"First of all, I have to ask for the 800,000 in the association. If your former master can't get the 800,000, you must make up for the remaining money." Wu Miaomiao demanded.

"Yes." Gui Gongzi agreed.

"Secondly, my charging standard is one-tenth of the client's total net worth, but you..." Wu Miaomiao glanced at the ghost boy, embarrassed, "Your net worth is hard to estimate."

"You can open one at will." Gui Gongzi said.

"That won't work, I can't charge you more. If you charge too much, the rules will be broken. If so, I might as well not do this business." Wu Miao said.

"Huh?" Gui Gongzi was dumbfounded, what does this mean? Could it be said that my wealth cannot be estimated, so the wizard business would not be done? How can this work?

The ghost son looked at Wu Miaomiao with eyesight, but he didn't dare to remind him. He was afraid that he was rushing, and Wu Miaomiao felt annoyed, and what should he do if he regrets it again.

Wu Miaomiao thought about it hard: How to estimate the net worth of this ghost? She has only done business with people, not with ghosts.

"Oh, my head hurts." Wu Miaomiao looked at Ji Lang for help, "Miangong, I can't estimate it."

"Then don't take this business at all." Ji Lang said simply and neatly.

"Don't, don't. If you want to pick it up, you must pick it up." The ghost boy became anxious. "Look...do you think this works?"

The ghost of the young master quickly turned his brain far away, and then quickly said: "I am a ghost, and I have no money. If I say that my net worth is, I am afraid that I can only cultivate in this body. How do you think I give you one-tenth of the cultivation?"

"Your cultivation base was born with your grievances, why do you want to pass the grievances to me." Wu Miaomiao glanced at him.

"That...that..." The ghost boy kept thinking, and soon thought of another idea, "Then look at this, my cultivation base will not pass to you, but this body cultivation base will be used for you, I will sell my body to you, with One tenth of your life span is the term."

Wu Miaomiao frowned.

Gui Gongzi continued to explain: "It is reasonable to say that the time limit should be based on the length of my existence, but I am a ghost and cannot be reborn, so as long as I don’t lose my soul, I am almost immortal, so the time limit cannot be calculated. So just follow your time limit, the wizard."

"Then I don't know how long I can live." Wu Miao said.

"Then it will be based on the average life span of your wizards, or one hundred years." The ghost son said immediately.

This is the most fair calculation method he can think of, and it should be able to conform to the rules of the witch clan.

Wu Miaomiao still hesitated, she didn't know if this algorithm could work, she had never tried it.

"Or so." The ghost boy gritted his teeth and continued, "I have worked for you for ten years, and we signed a contract. After a hundred years, I will blew myself up. In this way, even one tenth of my life span."

"You..." Wu Miaomiao was a little moved.

In order to return his eyes to his younger sister, the ghost boy blew himself up?

"Ten years is too long. In a hundred years, who knows if you will have a way to terminate the contract, or do something unfavorable to us in order to terminate the contract. Just like what you do to your former master now." Ji Lang suddenly said.

Young Master Gui was stunned, and then his eyes flashed with determination: "Then you set a deadline."

"One day." Ji Lang said quickly, "This day you helped us catch the ghost hexagram, and Miao Miao took it to the association for bonus, and then helped you treat your sister. Ten days should be enough."

The ghost son was startled, so that he could only live for another ten days?

Ji Lang looked at the hesitation in Gui Gongzi's eyes, and a hint of sarcasm flashed through his eyes.

Ji Lang had said to Wu Miaomiao before that in his eyes, there was no good person, and he had always used the greatest malice to save people's hearts. He said so, and he did so. At the very beginning, the ghost boy said that the reason why he did not directly strip his soul through the wizard for the first time was because his soul was stripped at that time. Not only would his soul be dissipated, he would also pass on his own hostility to his sister. . But this is only his side words. After all, he is afraid of passing on his hostility to his sister, or is he afraid that he will be dissipated. Only he knows this matter, and no one can verify it.

The fear of death is human nature, and ghosts are changed by humans, so naturally.

In fact, Ji Lang didn't want to intervene. After all, this is a matter of the Wu clan, and Miao Miao should decide whether to accept business. But from the suggestion made by Young Master Gui, Ji Lang knew that if Miao Miao took over this business, he must keep Young Master Gui by her side. Not to get the power of the ghost boy, but to complete the contract.

But this ghost boy is too smart. From the beginning of the meeting to making his own request, the steps are interlocking, as if he had already calculated it. With his IQ and cultivation base, how could that stupid cat steal the phalanx, there must be the calculation of the ghost boy. I said that I would look at Miao Miao more, and I would never let any hidden dangers stay with Miao Miao. As for the story about his life experience and his sister that Gui Gongzi just said, Ji Lang didn't care whether it was true or not.

In his heart, apart from Wu Miaomiao, what does the joys and sorrows of others have to do with him.

"Msang Gong." Wu Miaomiao pulled Ji Lang's sleeves, and when Ji Lang looked over, she reminded, "Your phone rang just now, it seems that someone has sent you a message."

Ji Lang looked at Wu Miaomiao who was winking at him, took out the phone from his pocket thoughtfully, opened it, and saw a WeChat message from Wu Miaomiao.

Wu Miaomiao: [Msang Gong, ten days will not be too few, this ghost boy looks quite pitiful. And keeping him can really help the doll to improve. 】

Obviously, Wu Miaomiao wanted to intercede with the ghost son, but didn't want to question herself face to face.

Ji Lang didn't turn his head to look at Wu Miaomiao, but directly edited with his mobile phone: [The doll just needs his grievances. When he dies, I can extract it. 】

Before, the resentment on Dong Yongyuan's aunt was extracted by Ji Lang from his hostility. That time it was okay, and this time it was okay.

Wu Miaomiao looked at the phone, then looked at the ghost boy, and sighed.

Ji Lang glanced at Wu Miaomiao and sent another message: [Of course, his request is you. If you want to answer it, just answer it. 】

He was just helping check, but the main intention was to look at Wu Miaomiao himself.

After reading this news, Wu Miaomiao almost replied without hesitation: [No, I listen to him, although he is very pitiful. But there are many poor people, but there is only one Xiang Gong. 】

Looking at the last sentence on WeChat, Ji Lang's heart jumped violently.

Ji Lang: [If he agrees to my condition just now, you can follow his second proposal. 】

The second proposal is to take Wu Miaomiao's lifespan as the time limit and serve one-tenth of the year.

Wu Miaomiao's eyes lit up and he nodded heavily, then put away the phone and raised his eyes to look at the ghost boy. At this time, the ghost son was also looking at her.

To be precise, when they were all holding a cell phone and sending messages in front of him, the ghost son was already looking at them. It just seemed that they were still communicating, so they didn't bother. As for what they were communicating, the ghost boy could probably guess a little too. But obviously, between the two people, it was Ji Lang who had a greater right to speak, so he didn't report any hope, but just waited quietly.

"What about your decision?" Wu Miaomiao asked directly.

"I agree." The ghost son said without hesitation, "ten days are ten days."

In fact, compared to being a ghost servant, there is nothing bad about being scattered.

"Okay, I'll take the business. But... I have never used this charging method. I don't know if it will succeed." Wu Miaomiao pretended to hesitate for a while, and then said, "Let's do this, just According to your suggestion above, we will try one by one, and see which charging method is successful, we will charge according to which method. The first one, let’s do it according to my birthday. My master has lived to 120 Years old, I think I should be the same."

Gui Gongzi blinked, first glanced at Wu Miaomiao in a daze, and then went to see Ji Lang, and asked happily, "Can...is it possible?"

"I listen to her." Ji Lang said lightly.

"Have you heard, my grandfather listened to me." Wu Miaomiao smiled, sticking in her waist, and raising her head, feeling that she has a special face.

"Well, I listen to you." Ji Lang agreed again with a serious smile, and even nodded.

People are like Liu Meier:...

Smart as a ghost:...

You lie to ghosts!

Based on their life experience, they have already seen through which of these two people listens to whom.