At this time, the door in the corner suddenly opened.

Xiao Tianshi and Fan Xiu came out of the small dark room with Canghuai, holding the box in their arms.

Fan Xiu put the archives on the table and looked at Fu Tong: "Big Boss, we have basically understood the matter of Cang Huai, and the rest is the problem of the six desires."

"How did you solve it before?"

"Restrained, the seal that should be sealed, the soul that should be dispersed."

"Then follow the customs."

"This time it's not good... Canghuai said that the things inside are unusual, and the only people who can clear it out are you and the boss."

"I'll do it."

The last word ended with a hand suddenly came from behind, and before he could pick up the ghost wooden box.

It's Fu Qianyuan.

I don’t know when it came, but there was a layer of light green fog around me, and I looked at Fu Tong deeply.

Fu Tong just pretended not to see it. Fu Qianyuan was a little disappointed and didn't say anything. He lowered his eyes and slowly opened the box.

The indoor temperature dropped sharply, and sharp laughter was heard around, as if laughing and crying, strange people.

Bai Tang and Huang Lang are relatively timid and dare not look at each other. Fan Xiu and Rao She lowered their heads fearlessly and saw a smiley vine wood face in the wooden box. This face looks like

It was alive, and when my eyes rolled, a thick black mist kept pouring out from it.

The little Tianshi took out the talisman carefully. As soon as the talisman was taken, Fu Qianyuan stretched out his hand and lit it on the forehead of the human face regardless of slightness or seriousness.

Yes, just have it.

The ghost crying echoed around him stopped for a moment, and the human face had no room for struggle, and it turned into powder under Fu Qianyuan.

The black fog dissipates and the room temperature returns to normal.

Rao She and Fan Xiu stood there quietly, feeling that the feeling of winning was too sudden and not good, which made them feel a little at a loss.

The two of them were silent for a while. At the end, Master Xiaotian said first: "Boss, is this...this is the end?"

Fu Qianyuan nodded lightly, took out a new square box from behind, and moved the things in the ghost wooden box very carefully.

Fu Tong glanced at him unconsciously with his light, and was stunned after seeing the things in the box.

The small round stones in the Longmian River.

Beige flowers by the lake.

A chewed brush.

Half-written copybook.

There are also little Yazi baby made of the hair you replaced.

...

There are all kinds of gadgets that Fu Tong once gave to Fu Qianyuan.

Fu Qianyuan said that what is placed in the ghost wooden box is his desires and obsessions.

Fu Tong was stunned.

At this time, Fu Qianyuan also moved the last thing.

He put away the new box and slowly swept his fingers on the crack on the surface of the ghost wooden box. There was a sudden recovery and there was no trace of cracking.

As they were changed, Cang Huai's appearance was originally eight points similar to Fu Qianyuan, but now, they only have one point at most.

But it's still very good.

A few people looked over together.

Canghuai smiled and said, "Stop looking, this is actually what I am like. I used to be because of the things in the box. Do you understand the fake skin?"

Fake skin painting.

Very remarkable.

But the matter has been resolved at least.

Several people suddenly became busy again, Fan Xiu made follow-up records, Bai Tang filed, Cang Huai kept wiping the ghost wooden box in his arms, Huang Lang took Lu Chuan's business card and retracted back to the corner, and continued to hesitate when to call.

Fu Tong also returned to the window and deliberately did not look at Fu Qianyuan. He sat outside expressionlessly for more than an hour. After the wall clock reached 11 o'clock, he almost left in a hurry.

It was still raining outside, there were not many people on the road, just a few umbrellas.

Fu Tong looked at it quietly for more than ten minutes, finally lowered his head, poked the call list and called Wen Rong.

Wen Rong is connected, but the microphone is very messy, and many sounds are mixed together, so it is hard to say what it is.

Fu Tong didn't say anything and waited quietly.

After waiting for half a minute, Wen Rong finally calmed down: "Something happened just now, can you hear it now? What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I just want to talk to you, but you're very busy, so I won't--"

Wen Rong heard that Fu Tong was in a bad mood and did not intend to let him retreat: "I'm not busy, what's wrong with you? Forget it, let's just say to you, where are you?"

"Longdu Building."

"My studio is not far from there. You go there first, I'll arrive soon."

Fu Tong said softly: "Okay."

Wen Rong hung up the phone, went to the back and said hello to the little assistant, and hurried out without waiting for a response.

Behind the studio assistant stood there, looking at two-thirds of the murals left in front of him, and then thought about everything he would face later, and was in tears.

Why is life so desperate?

Ying.

Ying.

Ying.
Chapter completed!