True and False Daughters Joined Forces [Metaphysics] - Chapter 237

Could it be a masochistic hobby at work? People, demons, and ghosts can’t help but think.

Ma Jinghui sat on the ground, Xu was a little tired after holding the same position for a long time, he put his legs together, hugged his knees, rested his chin on it, and the whole ghost curled up.

“I have nowhere to go.”

Maybe he didn’t feel it himself, and he didn’t know what his actions meant, let alone the loneliness and sadness in his eyes when he said this.

—Like an insecure child.

Or maybe, he grew up so big that he never felt safe.

Because on the path of his life just set sail, the parents who should have given him the most peace of mind and the source of his sense of security, unexpectedly became the role of plundering his sense of security.

Noticing this, Su Yunshao frowned slightly.

Ma Jinghui thought that Su Yunshao’s frown was because he was impatient with the speed of his grinding, and said hurriedly: “I didn’t know anything when I first woke up, and when they used lanterns to **** all the women’s souls away, I escaped with my life. Zed was discovered later. It was the boss who thought that I could transform myself into a woman and appreciate my extraordinary craftsmanship, so he left me to teach the employees how to make up.”

After staying in a lonely world that is not understood by others for a long time, it is really rare and joyful to meet someone who can understand him, value his craftsmanship, and be willing to hire him.

The ancients once said that a scholar dies for a confidant, and Ma Jinghui may be like that.

Su Yunshao: “Is it the boss of the club? Is it a man or a woman?”

Ma Jinghui: “He’s a male boss, with a good body and biceps. He’s the kind of guy who can tell he has eight pack abs in his clothes. Everyone calls him Boss Fang, but I don’t know what his name is. I didn’t dare to ask.”

If the sentence “Scholars die for confidants” can be applied once, it can be applied a second time today. Who made the boss have only one confidant in the clubhouse, and there are such a large group in the Su family?

And… what Ma Jinghui didn’t say is that he has transvestites, transgenderism, masochism, and many other hobbies that cannot be treated by outsiders, but the Miyoshi citizens who grew up under the red flag never thought of harming anyone.

He felt that it was right for him to practice the truth of “the righteous one gets more help, but the one who loses the righteousness has little help”.

Ma Jinghui squeezed the tissue that Ruan Mei gave him and successfully persuaded himself to sell the seller’s boss.

“That day, I hid on the ceiling as usual…”

It was an abandoned factory that I don’t know where, with yellow headlights hanging from the top, the lights were faint, and the old exhaust fans made a heavy and harsh sound.

In the first room, a group of people wearing masks who could not see their faces killed the abducted women, bled their blood, stripped their clothes, shaved off their hair like ordinary meat ingredients, washed them with water, and the corpses were neatly arranged. Stack it on the cart and push it to the second room.

The second room is full of glass jars with a simple up and down transfer mechanism. Put the corpse on the mechanism, put the body in the glass jar and soak it for a long time, then fish it out, stack it together and send it on a cart. next room.

The liquid in the glass jar was boiled, condensed, etc. to extract the grease, dripped into white candles, and sent to the fourth room.

In the third room was a skilled butcher who cut the white and wrinkled corpse that had been soaked in the liquid for a long time without blinking an eye, and quickly cut off the thickest part of the body fat. Randomly dropped on the ground.

Someone will come and throw the corpse into a garbage truck, and send one piece to the incinerator to be burned.

The fourth room next door was where the corpse oil was finally made, and it was also the room that Ma Jinghui went to the most.

Because compared to the previous three rooms, the pieces of fatty meat hung with white candles looked the least bloody, the least cruel, and full of resentment, he could become stronger by absorbing one or two. Some.

He tried to get out of there, but he abandoned the large wasteland near the factory. He didn’t have a mobile phone. He didn’t know the way or the direction. Make yourself stronger first.

When he wanted to talk, Ma Jinghui said that he was very careful, and it was those details that made the people and ghosts present quite uncomfortable.

Yuanyuan sighed, “I haven’t wanted to eat meat for a long time.”

Su’s mother covered her mouth and felt nauseated: “Then let’s be vegetarian for the time being in our family.”

This opinion was agreed by all the goblins and ghosts.

Su Yunshao was contemplating and did not express his opinion.

The whole process of making corpse oil completely treats women as a piece of “raw material” or “meat”. How can they ignore women so much?

That boss Fang wouldn’t have been hostile to all women because of a woman’s injury? Even if it was what she thought, this kind of behavior was really too much.

“Have you heard any gossip about that Boss Fang?”

When it comes to gossip, Su Ma and the goblin cubs are no longer disgusting, and they all look at Ma Jinghui attentively.

Ma Jinghui: “…” I didn’t expect you to be such a monster!

Damn, we get along too well!

He is the only ghost in the beauty club, and he is a man. The boss doesn’t let him go out to disturb other employees. Only the bluetooth headset at the front desk is connected to the monitoring room where he is in the whole club. However, for some reason, Ma Jinghui rarely communicates with the front desk. say.

It was rare to meet a group of people who love to gossip, and he could not wait to take out everything he knew.

After racking his brains for a while, Ma Jinghui said mysteriously, “Boss Fang and the lady at the front desk have an affair.”

Ruan Mei: “Oh, the overbearing president loves the front desk.”

Yunxi: “Isn’t this the plot of the president’s stand-in lover?”

Ge Yue: “I think it’s the president’s wife running with the ball, or the sadomasochistic version.”

The three ghosts who are addicted to romance novels and TV dramas almost quarreled over the grudges between Boss Fang and the lady at the front desk.

Ma Jinghui was stunned, “Is your usual life so colorful?”

Ruan Mei, Yunxi, and Ge Yue glanced at each other and felt that although this fellow had some problems with his personality and hobbies, he could make up, change clothes, and love gossip.

To sum it up: just barely.

Ruan Mei: “Adults never ask us to do this or that. Everything is negotiable. When you have nothing to do, just read novels at home, watch dramas, and laugh at the cubs. Don’t mention how happy you are when you are young.”

Yunxi: “I also traveled at home and abroad. As long as adults provide us with a lot of food in the world, we can eat it again.”

Ge Yue: “The main thing is that everyone has a company together. A ghost is too lonely. If something happens, you don’t take care of it, and if it is taken away by someone else’s Taoist priest to work as a coolie, it will be a blessing. face, you know you should follow her!”

Ma Jinghui suddenly realized that he didn’t even know that there were so many benefits to being a ghost envoy, so he was a little cautious now.

The round almond eyes opened wide and wide, looking at Su Yunshao innocently like a deer: “Sir~~~”

The twists and turns of the ecstasy sound made Su Yunshao goosebumps all over his body.

“Don’t call me that.”

If you don’t lose your life, you will die.

Ma Jinghui laughed and changed to a normal way of speaking: “Can I be the ghost of Miss Sister? I just have a hard time talking about my hobbies. You can use it as you like in other areas. You can use me as a sandbag to vent your anger, I don’t Will resist, and cooperate very well. Well, if you want to vent about that, that’s fine. To be honest, I have a few Ts in my hard drive, and I have a lot of theoretical experience, so I can do it.”

Ruan Mei: ! !

“Sister, borrow one to speak.”

People, demons, ghosts: “…”

“Cough, cough…” Ruan Mei hurriedly looked for something to make up for when she realized that something terrible had been revealed, “I didn’t think there were so many underage cubs at the scene, and I couldn’t say the eighteen forbidden things in front of them. Do you want to pull the sisters aside and put them back after education?”

It was not the first time that Su Yunshao knew that Ruan Mei liked this kind of color, and she was very calm.

The last time I painted the scene of the best peace symbol for Huixin, Ruan Mei also wrote a small composition of 500 words. In a few sentences, I sketched the picture of a monk who was ravaged and his eyes were blurred and charming. I didn’t write a bit of meat in the whole process, but there was color everywhere.

He is an old driver who is used to stepping on the bottom line of harmony and knows the essence of stream-of-consciousness driving.

With this in mind, Ruan Mei is afraid that she will try her best to persuade her to accept Ma Jinghui.

Su Yunshao sighed secretly, but to be honest, she was also a little bit interested in those Ts, ahem.

“Why do you want to be my ghost?”

At that moment, Ma Jinghui’s mind flashed many reasons such as “You don’t discriminate against me”, “I want to be friends with you” and so on. His thoughts were very messy and chaotic. At the end, he only spoke a few words.

“I want to have a home,” he said.

The short five words made the living room lose its voice for a moment, and it was so silent that only a few steady or rapid breathing could be heard.

“Having a home” is such a mundane and ordinary wish?

But for Ma Jinghui, he grew up with the strange eyes and beatings and scoldings of his family, so he didn’t dare to tell others about his ideas. Because of hobbies and outstanding craftsmanship, he was stared at by bad people and died.

What he desires most is a place where he can rest in peace, simple and humble.

Su Yunshao even accepted the calyx, and there was no reason to reject Ma Jinghui—mainly because he did not kill anyone or a ghost, he just obediently absorbed grievances and grew up, but only had a special hobby and personality.

“When I’m my ghost, you have to follow my rules. If you think you can do it, talk about other things.”

Yunxi Ruan Mei enthusiastically told the few rules, the most important thing is that blood and sins are not allowed on the hands, it is best to do good deeds and accumulate merits, and it is also convenient to cast a good child in the next life.

“It’s the same as when you were a human, what’s the problem?” Ma Jinghui patted his chest and agreed.

Seeing that his sincerity did not seem like a lie, Su Yunshao wrote a ghost envoy contract and added a second male ghost envoy after signing it.

Ma Jinghui stroked the flat chest, he couldn’t touch the line, but he could feel that there was an invisible and intangible connection between himself and Su Yunshao.

It seems that the heart that has been floating in the air finally has a place to rest on the ground, very practical.

“Thank you, sir!” Ma Jinghui took on the role very quickly, his eyes were bright, and he was very eager to make a major contribution to the master as a new ghost envoy.

“Is there anything else you want to ask, my lord? I am your ghost now. I belong to you completely in body and mind, and I will never hide my secrets from you.”

Su Yunshao has completely given up the idea of ​​letting the ghosts change the title of “adult”, and they can ignore some strange speeches as they please.

“Are the beauticians in the club aware?”

“They’re all ordinary people who don’t know it. If they knew that the product was mixed with corpse oil, they would definitely not use it secretly.” After a pause, Ma Jinghui said again, “Of course, people who don’t think corpse oil will continue to be used are not excluded. , but I didn’t hear them mention it when I was wandering in the clubhouse, so it’s possible that they didn’t know about it.”

Others may really not know about it, but the lady at the front desk may not.

The entire beauty club was lit with scented candles doped with corpse oil, but the front desk was not stained with any resentment, so it could be seen that something was protecting her from resentment.

Su Yunshao thought of the gossip that had just been diverted from the topic: “Is Boss Fang a member of Xuanmen?”

“Yes.” Ma Jinghui is very sure, because… “I was discovered and caught by Boss Fang when he came to the factory to inspect the situation. I begged him to let me go. Boss Fang was surprised when he found out that I was a man and asked him clearly. Whatever the situation, let me teach the beauticians to make up, and after the training, let me go to work in the monitoring room.”

Thoroughly draining every cent of Ma Jinghui’s use value, extraordinarily ghosts make the best use of them.

A mysterious person who can see ghosts, catch ghosts, and use ghosts…

Su Yunshao pressed his thoughts and asked, “How do you know the relationship between Boss Fang and the lady at the front desk?”

“They all kissed and went to bed in an empty room. Could it not be that kind of relationship?”

Glancing at the many goblin cubs present, Ma Jinghui consciously lost his words, but he couldn’t take back what he said, and there was nothing he could do if he scratched his head, “Then what, you understand.”

Whether it is an adult or a minor, everyone understands it, nodding his head and not asking too much.

Only Ruan Mei’s eyes flashed a faint green light. If it weren’t for the inappropriate occasion, I’m afraid that she would have to take her new acquaintance to the corner and have a good chat about how to kiss and go to bed for her little one. The composition library adds to the building blocks.

After confirming that the relationship was true, Su Yunshao knew where to start to inquire about the identity of the boss.

Suddenly there was a flash of inspiration, “You said that you have seen the same bracelet as me in Boss Fang’s place?”

“right.”

“How many beads does his bracelet have?”

Ma Jinghui said: “There are seventeen in total. Boss Fang asked me to pay attention to this kind of beads, and he took down the string and showed it to me. I looked at it carefully and thought the number seventeen was very strange, so I always remembered it.”

The mantra was still in effect, Ma Jinghui didn’t lie, but Su Yunshao didn’t believe Fang Youde would do it from the bottom of his heart.

Perhaps there was another man with seventeen locust wood beads on a bracelet, a burly man with the surname Fang who could control ghosts. It’s a bit of a coincidence, but it’s not impossible.

With this expectation, Su Yunshao said to Bai Xiaoshu, “Is there a photo of Fang Youde?”

“Yes.” At this time, he suddenly asked for Fang Youde’s photo, and Bai Xiaomo couldn’t think about it. He immediately took his seat and found that all the characteristics were very consistent.

Fang Youde’s reputation in the Xuanmen world is not as upright and kind as Huixin’s. At first glance, it is the light of the right way, but that’s mainly because Fang Youde is practicing Ghost Repelling. Su Yunshao, who was a ghost messenger with **** sins, was different. Any useful ghost would be accepted.

Although the ghost who was accepted by Fang Youde as a ghost messenger did not do evil again and would help others under his urging, this behavior was criticized by many people, which made his reputation and reputation mixed.

However, it is undeniable that Fang Youde is the mainstay of the new generation of power in the Xuanmen world – he has been the best genius of the ghost control faction in recent years, and there are rumors that he is expected to cultivate a ghost king.

If such a genius of Xuanmen, who has attracted much attention from all sides, is found to be secretly involved in this kind of thing, he is afraid that it will cause a big hole in the Xuanmen world.

It is very likely that the elders of the Ghost Control Sect could not contain this mess.

Bai Xiaoshu’s heart was turbulent, and he enlarged the photo he found, focusing on placing Fang Youde’s face in the center of the tablet, without passing Su Yunshao’s hand, so he showed it to Ma Jinghui.

“do you know it?”

“It’s him!” Ma Jinghui nodded, “He’s Boss Fang!”