"I'll come here to teach two people a lesson." Zhang Ze answered casually, and then wanted to ask what Xicheng was doing.

But he found that Xicheng was looking at him with a suspicious look.

"what?"

"I warn you." Xicheng said and hiccupped." Although we are friends now, we are not monsters after all. If you are in trouble and hurt humans, I will definitely not watch as a monster catcher."

It's coming again, inexplicably suspicious.

With Wu Rui's previous reaction at the bottom, Zhang Ze's reaction to Xicheng was not surprising.

Moreover, along the way, Zhang Ze also figured it out that he was inexplicably hostile to the cat demon? In fact, Wu Rui and Xicheng were worried that he was not because of his cat's problem, but mainly because of his identity as the demon.

Just imagine if you are a human being and have a monster around you, you will definitely be a little worried. If you are not a person of my race, your heart will be different.

So Zhang Ze was too lazy to argue with Xicheng, and cut in contempt and said, "I won't watch it? Can you beat me if you really do something?"

"Uh..." Xicheng slapped his mouth a little embarrassedly, grabbed the wine bottle and took a sip to hide his guilt.

Zhang Ze did not continue this topic and asked Xicheng: "What the hell are you doing?"

After asking, I suddenly felt a sudden change in my heart, remembering the main reason why Xicheng tried hard to make money. The beast spirit mark was opened and I immediately felt that Xicheng's mother was in the hospitalized building.

He had met Xicheng's mother last time, so he still had some impression of her and said unexpectedly: "Okay, you're moving fast enough. Is your mother hospitalized? I heard that the beds in this hospital are very tight."

Xicheng got the money yesterday, but his mother was admitted to the hospital today. It would be very difficult to deal with if she didn’t know anyone.

"Hehe" Xicheng smiled bitterly when he heard this and sighed: "You don't understand this, you can arrange a bed when you come. There are two situations: one is someone you know at home, and the other is someone you really can't wait for the disease."

The suffering of life can indeed force life to become a philosopher. A rough man like Xicheng can speak with a tone.

Zhang Ze's heart sank. The last time he saw Xicheng's mother, he found that her forehead was covered with dark clouds. It was probably after so long that it must have been aggravated again.

"What's your mother's situation now?" Zhang Ze asked with concern.

Xicheng didn't say anything, suddenly looked up and stuffed the half bottle of beer left in the bottle. Then he sighed and said in a trembling voice: "It's still one month left."

Last time I met Xicheng's mother, Zhang Ze could see that she was a very gentle and kind woman, and she was not too old. It was indeed difficult to accept that she had died so early.

Zhang Ze once lost his mother, so he naturally knew the taste and couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for Xicheng.

"Is there anything I can help? I still have tens of thousands of dollars, otherwise..." Zhang Ze asked Xicheng sincerely. Xicheng hung his head and raised his hand to wave it.

"It's useless, it's no longer a matter of money. Alas~" Xicheng sighed heavily again: "I really regret it. When I was a child, I kept practicing kung fu with my father and learning to catch monsters. My studies were so useless. Later, my father died and my mother asked me to go to school well, but I didn't take it to heart. I missed too much class and couldn't keep up. The more I couldn't keep up, the more I didn't want to learn, the less I didn't want to keep up."

Xicheng threw the wine bottle in the trash can next to it and continued, "As a result, I came to society early. In addition to being a waiter, I could also deliver express delivery and water. You said I wanted to treat my mother early and not to be delayed until now."

He blocked his eyes with his hands, wiped the corners of his eyes quietly in the darkness, and whispered: "Sometimes now I think that if I can use my life to extend my mother's life, I'm happy, but this life..."

"Wait." Zhang Ze's head flashed, and he suddenly remembered something: "I seem to be able to help your mother stay."

"Really or not?" Xicheng put down his hand, stared at Zhang Ze's eyes brightly, and swept away the decline just now.

Zhang Ze pulled the corner of his mouth. He now doubted in his eyes whether Xicheng was pretending to be pitiful to him just now, just to find a way to save his mother.

Seeing that Zhang Ze was gone, Xicheng was anxious and grabbed Zhang Ze's body and shook it and said, "You really have a way? Let me tell you, if you can really help my mother's life, I can be a cow and a horse for you."

"You let me go first." Zhang Ze said calmly.

Xicheng also found himself abrupt, so he carefully placed Zhang Ze on the chair and stroked the hair that was messed up by him twice.

"You said, you said."

Zhang Ze then said again: "To be honest, I don't know if it can be done. Do you still remember the small stones they picked out from the bat's body?"

Xicheng reacted for a moment, and immediately knew what Zhang Ze was talking about, nodded: "Well, what's wrong?"

Zhang Ze: "Didn't they say they lost one of that little stone? In fact, I picked it up."

Xicheng nodded again, and hope vaguely ignited in his heart. The men in black were willing to spend 30,000 yuan to find the small stone, proving that the small stone was definitely not simple. As expected, Zhang Ze continued.

"I went back and tried that little stone, which contained very strong vitality."

"Vision?" Xicheng repeated the sentence seriously and asked: "What you mean is..."

"I mean, that stone should help your mother recover. But! The problem now is, I don't know how to use that thing." Zhang Ze said truthfully.

Xicheng didn't say anything, his eyes kept blinking, as if he was thinking hard, recalling something. He suddenly murmured: "I understand, I understand."

Xicheng suddenly pulled the tool kit in front of him and reached in. He tried hard to bara, and the things inside were rumbling.

"What are you looking for?" Zhang Ze looked in his bag curiously, and saw various magical instruments, money, cigarette boxes, lighters, tissues, and payment receipts mixed together.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you can't respect these magic weapons?" Zhang Ze sighed regretfully.

"Finally found it!" Xicheng finally grabbed something from his bag. Zhang Ze looked in his hand and said that he really knew this thing, it was a prayer wheel.

It is the thing that Tibetans hold in their hands on the road of prayer and keep shaking, holding a prayer drum in their hands.

The one in Xicheng's hand looked like an old object. The wooden handle below was grinded with grease, and the barrel above was made of silver. Because it was placed all year round, it had oxidized to black.
Chapter completed!