Although the four Dong Yongyuan admired their boss's wife from the bottom of their hearts, this admiration could not support them to hold the look of their boss. Several people got up in a hurry and hurriedly found excuses to leave.
Dismissing the annoying guy, Ji Lang turned his head and stared at Wu Miaomiao again. He really didn’t know what reason to use to persuade a student who was tired of studying. He just said: “There are still two days left to apply for the exam. I will give you the computer. You report now."
"I can make money without going to school, really." In order to prove that she really has the ability to make money and support her family, Wu Miaomiao felt that she urgently needed to show it, "Or I will go out and make a fortune now."
"..." Ji Lang.
Is this a matter of money or not?
"How much do you want me to earn? You say a number, and I promise to earn it back for you." She wants to let Xiang Gong know that not only can she make money, but she can also make money.
"Making money is waiting for you to finish college," Ji Lang insisted.
Miangong, he still doesn't believe in himself, no, he must prove it immediately.
However, when I was in the stockade, I could support my family by earning 10,000 yuan a month. The market here seems to be very expensive. How much is appropriate?
"Dongdong, Xiaobei." Wu Miaomiao turned and yelled in the direction of the office area.
"Eh."
"Huh eh."
The two called the master and the other two watching the excitement, the four of them turned out from the office area together.
Finally, I can watch the excitement in an open and honest manner.
"What is your monthly salary?" Wu Miaomiao asked directly.
Work, salary? This is personal privacy, madam boss.
"Boss, my salary is the lowest in our company, only..."
"I want the highest one." Dong Yongyuan was interrupted by Wu Miaomiao before he could finish.
The lowest, it certainly can't show their earning power.
"Ah, I know this too." As a publicity, personnel, assistant, and administrative team, Dong Yongyuan immediately showed his ability to calculate wages as a personnel. "The highest salary last month was Yiguan. He sold it. A short story of 30,000 words, plus a salary of 80,000 a month. It was Shan Junyi last month who got 85,000."
"You are five thousand more than me? Why?" Knowing the other party's salary, Yi Guan was immediately angry.
"Who makes you make more typos than me." Shan Junyi snorted coldly.
"When I didn't know, did you make a fortune secretly?" Last month, last month, Beifan, who had a salary of only 30,000, suddenly shed sad tears.
"It's okay, you give me a few stories you wrote yourself, and I will go out this month to push you." Dong Yongyuan patted Bei Fan comfortably on the shoulder.
This buddy has been a little sad recently, and he has also encountered a liver-digger, who can help.
Eighty thousand, eighty-five? Is that enough for me to earn one hundred thousand? Adding the mate's share, it's 200,000. Then I earn 300,000 yuan, Xianggong looks more expensive, so I can make more money for him to spend. Although Xiang Gong himself has a job, I want to let him know that he works when he wants to work, and I can support him when he doesn't want to work.
"Then I earn 300,000 yuan a month." Wu Miaomiao immediately clapped herself, "I will go out to make money now, and I will go home by myself at night."
After finishing talking, without waiting for Ji Lang to agree, he ran out with his bag on his back.
Ji Lang turned around to stop. Although he stretched out his hand quickly, Wu Miaomiao ran faster and ran out the door in the blink of an eye. From a distance, she heard her guaranteed voice: "Msang Gong, I will bring you tonight. Go home with the money."
Ji Lang's face turned black, and he didn't want to eat anymore. He turned around and saw the pretentious group of four, and gave him a fierce look.
No one in the four-person group received Ji Lang's eyes directly, but they all shuddered subconsciously.
"The city gate caught fire."
"It hurts the pond fish."
"No disaster."
"Don't drag the text, for fear that others won't know that you are an editor." Dong Yongyuan rolled his eyes suddenly, and he rarely bullied him in idioms.
After complaining, Dong Yongyuan looked in the direction of the gate with some worry.
Earning 300,000 yuan a month, the annual salary is 3.6 million yuan. The average salary in Haishi is 10,086. The reason why the four people in their studio have high salaries is because the owner's copyright is sold well, so the bonus is relatively generous. The proprietress just finished the college entrance examination. How can a student who has no education, no background and no skills make so much money?
Wait, technology?
The boss has skills! ! !
I'm going, the lady boss doesn't want to make money through some crooked ways...Ah, bah, it's a mysterious technique.
No, I have to remind me. Dong Yongyuan hurriedly turned out his mobile phone and found Wu Miaomiao’s WeChat. He thought about words, deleted and deleted, and finally sent a reminder that he didn’t consciously reveal his identity: [Lady Boss, We want to make money honestly, but we can't go through crooked ways. 】
Soon, Wu Miaomiao's WeChat came back: [Don't worry, I will make money. 】
"..." Dong Yongyuan.
How can I rest assured? I don't want to go to the association to give you a small report ah ah ah ah ah!
After Wu Miaomiao went out of the studio, she didn't worry about what to do. Instead, she went to the Internet celebrity cake shop on Ma You Road and spent an hour in line to buy a cake. Then she sat in the shop and went to the opposite side I bought a cup of milk tea at the milk tea shop, and then wandered aimlessly with the milk tea all the way, until the night was low, and when the sky was getting dark, she seemed to find something, and looked straight to the southeast. The roof of a building.
There is a cloud of dark gray energy fluctuating there. The area of energy is huge. It is two meters wide and seven or eight meters high. The gray energy is filled with black energy. There is not much black energy. It's not that Wu Miaomiao's eyesight is good enough.
"The negative energy is so heavy, but the grievance is only so small, so you will become my first customer." When the business came to the door, Wu Miaomiao suddenly came to his spirits and quickly approached in the direction of the gray energy.
About ten minutes later, Wu Miaomiao arrived at his destination. This was a tertiary A hospital, and the gray energy was on the roof of the inpatient department of the tertiary hospital. On the top of the building, a breath of despair, is this going to commit suicide by jumping off the building?
Wu Miaomiao raised his head and glanced, only to see that the gray energy fluctuated more and more violently, and he secretly said a bad sound.
This person won't be jumping right away, wait five minutes for me.
Wu Miao ran anxiously and rushed into the building.
On the top of the building, a young woman in a hospital gown stood calmly on the terrace at the edge of the top floor, and was about to step out a little further. The evening breeze was blowing her sparse long hair. She was looking up at the sky, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Han Meng, don't think about it, call your uncle and aunt again." A young man's soul floated in front of the woman, shouting hoarsely.
"Han Meng, when you come down, didn't the doctor say that there are still three months left? Don't give up easily. If you die, there will be nothing! Han Meng, did you hear that!"
In the sky, an airplane flew by with flashing lights, and a wry smile suddenly appeared on Han Meng's expressionless face: "I thought I could see the stars for the last time."
After speaking, Han Meng took another step forward.
"No!" The male ghost yelled anxiously, reached out his hand to push Han Meng's body, trying to push the person back, but couldn't touch anything, "You wait, wait, wait a while and you will be able to I saw the stars."
At this time, the male ghost only hoped that Han Meng could wait a little longer to see the stars, maybe after a while she suddenly figured out that she didn't want to die, or who could find Han Meng on the top of the building and come up to stop her.
Han Meng glanced at the phone beside her feet last, and there was her suicide note in it.
"Parents, I'm leaving, you guys are fine..."
"No!" the male ghost yelled in despair.
Suddenly, Han Meng stopped.
The male ghost widened his eyes in surprise. Could it be that Han Meng heard his own voice just now.
"No, don't jump. Wait, wait a minute, I'm exhausted." Wu Miaomiao gasped, and everyone couldn't stand up straight. "I ran from three streets away, but I was exhausted. Wait. I'll rest for a while."
Han Meng turned his head and saw that it was a girl who looked like a high school student. This girl grew up very beautifully. Her thick long hair was braided into two thick black braids, and her white face turned into a healthy camel red because of her rush.
How wonderful, youthful age, thick long hair, and...healthy. These, she once had.
"Little sister, the top of the building is dangerous, you go down, and don't go to the back door for a while..." Han Meng didn't want his death to cast a psychological shadow on the girl, and planned to wait until the girl left before jumping down.
"No, little sister, don't go, she will jump off the building after you leave, you will stop her soon." The male ghost rushed to Wu Miaomiao's face and kept shouting.
He knew that he was a ghost now, and the living could not see him, but he waited for a long time, only the girl who looked like a high school student appeared, and he could only go to the doctor in a hurry.
"I know, don't yell, just tell me to rest for a while." Ah, the road in this city is so winding, looking at only three streets, she is so far away, her stomach hurts.
As soon as she said this, the male ghost and Han Meng were both stunned.
Han Meng: I didn't shout.
Male ghost: Can you hear me?
"Can you hear me?!" The male ghost shouted suddenly.
Wu Miaomiao felt that if she didn't do anything, she would be yelled at by this male ghost, so she barely stood up straight with her hands on her hips: "Then what, young lady, are you planning to jump off the building?"
Han Meng's expression changed slightly. As soon as she was about to speak, she saw the girl waved her hand again: "Don't deny it, you just want to jump off the building."
Han Meng was silent and did not speak, and he began to hesitate whether to jump in front of this girl. If she jumps, it will probably leave a big psychological shadow on the girl, but if she doesn’t jump, the girl will tell her about her jumping off the building, and then it will be difficult for her to find a chance again.
"Miss Sister, what's your name?" Wu Miaomiao finally panted her breath now, but she still stood there and did not approach, fearing to stimulate Han Meng.
"She's Han Meng." The male ghost replied instead of Han Meng.
"Han Meng is." Wu Miaomiao nodded.
"How do you know my name?" Han Meng looked at Wu Miaomiao suspiciously.
"Can you really hear me?" The male ghost stopped in front of Wu Miaomiao excitedly.
"Get up and block it." Wu Miaomiao pushed aside the male ghost who was blocking her vision. The male ghost suddenly floated away like a paper man blown by the wind.
"You, what were you doing just now?" Han Meng always felt that this girl was a little weird. The wave just now seemed to have really pushed something away.
"Hello, formally introduce myself, my name is Wu Miaomiao, and I am a wizard." Wu Miaomiao introduced herself with a smile.
"wizard?!"
"That's right, I was shopping on a pedestrian street three streets away just now, and just saw you about to jump off the building, so I rushed over to do a business with you." Wu Miaomiao briefly explained the whole story of his coming.
"The pedestrian street outside the three streets? How can you see me there?" Even standing at the gate of the hospital, you can't see it.
"How to put it, what I saw is not you, but the anger on your body." Wu Miaomiao explained.
"gas?"
"Popularly speaking, it is negative energy. In the process of preparing to commit suicide, the despair in your body reached its peak, and the negative energy swelled to a height of seven or eight meters." Wu Miaomiao explained, "I followed this. "
That group of negative energy is still high, and it hasn't faded because of her appearance. It seems that this young lady named Han Meng is determined to die.
Han Meng's face was full of unbelief. Even if she was about to commit suicide, she was an atheist when she was alive. It is difficult to change things like Sanguan before death.
"You are a wizard? No wonder you can hear me." The male ghost finally floated back. "Han Meng doesn't believe you. You can say more words to prove your ability."
Also, this is not near the stockade. Not everyone believes in wizards. It takes a little effort to make people believe in themselves.
"Wait a minute." Wu Miaomiao pulled out a dreamy doll from her backpack, then glanced at the male ghost around her, eagerly looking at her male ghost, and then pointed her finger, "Attract the spirit, possess the body."
The male ghost only felt that he was sucked away by a burst of suction. When he came back to his senses, he found that his vision had changed. He seemed to have become very small, and he was standing in the palm of the wizard's hand.
"You should be her friend, go and say it yourself." After speaking, Wu Miaomiao put the possessed doll on the ground.
The male ghost tried to step his legs twice, hey, there is a touch, although it is soft, but there is a touch. The male ghost was overjoyed. He turned around and ran in the direction of Han Meng. He yelled as he ran, "Han Meng, I am Qi Rui. I died seven days ago, your patient. We swear to Fighting the illness to the last minute."
Ah, I can still make a sound.
Han Meng looked at a slap-sized puppet doll like a ghost, and ran towards her quickly on the ground, saying that he was Qi Rui while running. If it hadn't been for her determination to die, she would have fainted now.
"Han Meng, why are you so stupid? Didn't the doctor tell you that you still have three months to live. Why are you so hard to think about it? What if you jump off the building, your uncles and aunts, you leave the savings to them, neither of them nor the old I’ll be happy.” Qi Rui, the doll version, tried to climb onto the terrace where Han Meng was standing, but it was too short to climb up. In the end, he could only jump under the steps in a hurry. "If you really don't want to drag Auntie and them, you can stay with them for three more months, and you will have nothing when you die."
"Are you really Qi Rui?" Although it looks like a baby, the voice is clearly Qi Rui's, and he knows so many things about himself.
"Yes, it's me." The baby version of Qi Rui anxiously said, "Today, for the first seven days, I came back to visit my family and came to the hospital to see you. I didn't expect you to commit suicide. Why are you so stupid?
"Brother Qi Rui, our disease can't be cured. Even if I stand firm, I can live up to three months and spend a lot of money." After confirming Qi Rui's identity, Han Meng broke down and cried, "Look. My hair is less than last time."
"Chemotherapy will be like this..."
"But it can't be cured." Han Meng roared, "If it can't be cured, won't you die?"
She watched Qi Rui breathlessly in front of her.
"I'm not afraid of death anymore, really, but I'm afraid of pain, I'm afraid that my parents will be sad, I don't want to be like you, I can only stay in bed with a tube in the last month." Han Meng said desperately, "I'm just Twenty-eight years old, originally, I originally planned to take my parents to travel around the world when I was 30 years old. I worked hard to make money. I was the best in our class and made the most money. But now the money is used to treat my own illness. Anyway, it can't be cured, so what else can I do? At least, I can save some money for my parents to provide for the elderly, which is a bit of filial piety."
"But you are what your uncles and aunts need. You can spend one more day with them, which is most precious to them."
"But every time they come to see me, their eyes are swollen. Anyway, it will be painful, so let this pain be short-lived, just as...just stop the loss in time." Han Meng said, "I really can't stand it, Brother Qi Rui. "
"Eh, what, can we talk about business now?" Wu Miaomiao felt that it was almost time for her turn to play at this time.
One person and one puppet then remembered Wu Miaomiao.
"What business?" Han Meng remembered that when the girl appeared just now, she seemed to have said that she was going to do business with herself.
"I have heard the conversation you have just now." Wu Miaomiao repeated it briefly, "Your name is Han Meng, twenty-eight years old, because you have... a serious illness, you will die soon, and you only have three months of life. So I want to commit suicide to end the pain and leave a savings for my parents to provide for the elderly. Then, if I can restore your body to a normal level in the next three months, will you do this business?"
"What did you say?" Han Meng walked down the terrace excitedly.
Seeing Han Meng finally walked down from the edge of the dangerous terrace, the doll version of Qi Rui let out a long sigh of relief, holding her chest with her small hands.
"But you have to give me money and some other things." Wu Miaomiao said quickly.
"How much?! What?"
"For money, I want one-tenth of your total net worth. Other things will not be known until then, but they must be useless to you. Can you change it?" Wu Miaomiao asked.
If you use one-tenth of your net worth and something that is useless to you, you can get your health back. Will you change it?
"Change." Han Meng said without hesitation.
"I need to remind you that one-tenth of your wealth can only be exchanged for three months of health, not a cure for this disease. When the time is up, you will still die of the disease." Wu Miao said.
"I know, I change!" Han Meng said firmly.
"Okay, then I'll find one...cough... ready to conclude the bond." Wu Miaomiao took out a box of red cinnabar from his backpack, opened it and dipped it with his finger, and squatted directly on the ground to start painting.
In a short while, a complex and mysterious pattern appeared on the ground. The pattern looked extremely complicated, with only one eye on the left and one on the right that were very eye-catching.
"Well, give me a drop of your blood." Wu Miaomiao said to Han Meng.
Han Meng did not hesitate and stretched out his hand directly, his slender and white wrists were full of blue veins and pinholes.
Wu Miaomiao put the painted cinnabar on the lid and put it back in his backpack, then took out a slender silver needle from the inside and poked it lightly on Han Meng's white index finger.
A drop of blood fell from the fingertips and dripped into the formation.
Wu Miaomiao let go of Han Meng, and the witching power of his palm was condensed, and then he slapped the center of the formation with a palm, chanting the spell: "In the name of a wizard, summon the right spirit."
The red cinnabar suddenly burst out with a burst of black and red light, and the pattern inside actually moved.
At the same time, in an abandoned orphanage half a city away from the hospital, Xu Wei and his colleagues in the two metaphysical associations were exorcizing ghosts. A hostile ghost boy, about seven or eight years old, was trapped in the center by three people. His eyes were fierce.
"Ghost boy, you can catch it without holding your hands." Xu Wei pointed to the ghost boy with the peach wood sword in his hand, "If you do anything wrong, be careful we will break you up."
"You smelly Taoist priests, get out!" Guitong shouted sternly.
"Brother Xu, we have been persuading you for a long time. This ghost boy and little ghost is obsessed with no regrets. If you just break it up, look at his blood and light, it must have been stained with life." One of the young Taoist priests wearing a Taoist robe Said.
Xu Wei frowned, and finally agreed: "Okay, let's do it together."
The three of them used their spiritual power at the same time and stabled towards the little ghost in the middle. The little ghost stared at him. When he was about to fight to the death, a burst of strange energy suddenly enveloped him, and then his entire ghost disappeared in the same place.
"what happened?"
"Where is the ghost boy?"
The three people who threw a blank look at each other on the original ground.
The ghost boy was carried into a dark space by a mass of witch power. When the little ghost was upset, a slightly mysterious female voice sounded.
"With the despair of the dying person, you can exchange your strength for three months, are you willing to exchange it?"
"Change." Guitong knew that if he didn't change, he would definitely be sent back by the owner of this voice. Then he would die tonight, so he would change it anyway.
"Okay, the deal is established. In the name of a wizard, I will make a contract for you."
As the words fell, the little ghost only felt that the power in his body was being emptied. He was a little panicked, but an instinct was telling him that this was only temporary and he would not be in danger.
The roof of the hospital.
"Alright." Wu Miaomiao clapped her hands and said to Han Meng, "The contract is complete, pay."
Han Meng was still a little dazed at this time, because just now, a strange force seemed to have entered her body, and then she suddenly felt that she was much stronger. The physical trauma caused by the long-term chemotherapy seems to be slowly repaired, and the body pain is also alleviating.
"I...I..." Can it really be changed back to the way it was before the illness?
At this time, Wu Miaomiao's cell phone rang suddenly, she clicked on it and found that Ji Lang had sent her a voice WeChat.
Xianggong looking for me? Wu Miaomiao's eyes lit up and she couldn't wait to open her ears to listen.
"It's eight o'clock, why aren't you going home?!" Ji Lang's voice was filled with suppressed anger.
Wu Miaomiao panicked immediately. It was eight o'clock, why is it eight o'clock: "What about it, pay the money soon, I will call me to go home, I have to go back, hurry up."
Han Meng was still a little dazed at this time. Fortunately, when she agreed to the transaction, she had already estimated her net worth: "I spent some money on medical treatment, and now I have more than 100,000 in savings, but I still have a set of sea The house in the city is not big in size, probably worth about three million. I need to sell the house to get cash for you."
"Yes, you can give me one hundred thousand first, and you will call me back for the rest." Wu Miaomiao handed over his mobile phone, and the two added WeChat.
Han Meng didn't hesitate, and immediately used WeChat to transfer 100,000 to Wu Miaomiao.
"Then what, you will be discharged tomorrow. In the next 48 hours, your body will recover slowly, and staying in the hospital will cause doubt. Also, our contract must be kept secret." Wu Miaomiao rushed home and quickly After finishing his instructions, he ran away without looking back. While running, she could still hear her sending messages.
"Msang-gong, I'll be back, already on the way."
"I'm leaving too." Qi Rui, the baby version of Qi Rui who had been silent since the conclusion of the bond, suddenly said.
"Qi Rui?" Han Meng was a little bit sad.
"The time is almost here, I have to go back and see my mother." The first seven recollections, he can only stay for one day, and he has to go back at midnight.
"Well, see you in three months." Han Meng smiled.
See you in three months, it's in the underworld.
The doll version of Qi Rui touched Han Meng’s nose with her little hand. This time she was not sad, but blessed: “Be happy for these three months.”
"Yeah." Han Meng nodded heavily.
Although the four Dong Yongyuan admired their boss's wife from the bottom of their hearts, this admiration could not support them to hold the look of their boss. Several people got up in a hurry and hurriedly found excuses to leave.
Dismissing the annoying guy, Ji Lang turned his head and stared at Wu Miaomiao again. He really didn’t know what reason to use to persuade a student who was tired of studying. He just said: “There are still two days left to apply for the exam. I will give you the computer. You report now."
"I can make money without going to school, really." In order to prove that she really has the ability to make money and support her family, Wu Miaomiao felt that she urgently needed to show it, "Or I will go out and make a fortune now."
"..." Ji Lang.
Is this a matter of money or not?
"How much do you want me to earn? You say a number, and I promise to earn it back for you." She wants to let Xiang Gong know that not only can she make money, but she can also make money.
"Making money is waiting for you to finish college," Ji Lang insisted.
Miangong, he still doesn't believe in himself, no, he must prove it immediately.
However, when I was in the stockade, I could support my family by earning 10,000 yuan a month. The market here seems to be very expensive. How much is appropriate?
"Dongdong, Xiaobei." Wu Miaomiao turned and yelled in the direction of the office area.
"Eh."
"Huh eh."
The two called the master and the other two watching the excitement, the four of them turned out from the office area together.
Finally, I can watch the excitement in an open and honest manner.
"What is your monthly salary?" Wu Miaomiao asked directly.
Work, salary? This is personal privacy, madam boss.
"Boss, my salary is the lowest in our company, only..."
"I want the highest one." Dong Yongyuan was interrupted by Wu Miaomiao before he could finish.
The lowest, it certainly can't show their earning power.
"Ah, I know this too." As a publicity, personnel, assistant, and administrative team, Dong Yongyuan immediately showed his ability to calculate wages as a personnel. "The highest salary last month was Yiguan. He sold it. A short story of 30,000 words, plus a salary of 80,000 a month. It was Shan Junyi last month who got 85,000."
"You are five thousand more than me? Why?" Knowing the other party's salary, Yi Guan was immediately angry.
"Who makes you make more typos than me." Shan Junyi snorted coldly.
"When I didn't know, did you make a fortune secretly?" Last month, last month, Beifan, who had a salary of only 30,000, suddenly shed sad tears.
"It's okay, you give me a few stories you wrote yourself, and I will go out this month to push you." Dong Yongyuan patted Bei Fan comfortably on the shoulder.
This buddy has been a little sad recently, and he has also encountered a liver-digger, who can help.
Eighty thousand, eighty-five? Is that enough for me to earn one hundred thousand? Adding the mate's share, it's 200,000. Then I earn 300,000 yuan, Xianggong looks more expensive, so I can make more money for him to spend. Although Xiang Gong himself has a job, I want to let him know that he works when he wants to work, and I can support him when he doesn't want to work.
"Then I earn 300,000 yuan a month." Wu Miaomiao immediately clapped herself, "I will go out to make money now, and I will go home by myself at night."
After finishing talking, without waiting for Ji Lang to agree, he ran out with his bag on his back.
Ji Lang turned around to stop. Although he stretched out his hand quickly, Wu Miaomiao ran faster and ran out the door in the blink of an eye. From a distance, she heard her guaranteed voice: "Msang Gong, I will bring you tonight. Go home with the money."
Ji Lang's face turned black, and he didn't want to eat anymore. He turned around and saw the pretentious group of four, and gave him a fierce look.
No one in the four-person group received Ji Lang's eyes directly, but they all shuddered subconsciously.
"The city gate caught fire."
"It hurts the pond fish."
"No disaster."
"Don't drag the text, for fear that others won't know that you are an editor." Dong Yongyuan rolled his eyes suddenly, and he rarely bullied him in idioms.
After complaining, Dong Yongyuan looked in the direction of the gate with some worry.
Earning 300,000 yuan a month, the annual salary is 3.6 million yuan. The average salary in Haishi is 10,086. The reason why the four people in their studio have high salaries is because the owner's copyright is sold well, so the bonus is relatively generous. The proprietress just finished the college entrance examination. How can a student who has no education, no background and no skills make so much money?
Wait, technology?
The boss has skills! ! !
I'm going, the lady boss doesn't want to make money through some crooked ways...Ah, bah, it's a mysterious technique.
No, I have to remind me. Dong Yongyuan hurriedly turned out his mobile phone and found Wu Miaomiao’s WeChat. He thought about words, deleted and deleted, and finally sent a reminder that he didn’t consciously reveal his identity: [Lady Boss, We want to make money honestly, but we can't go through crooked ways. 】
Soon, Wu Miaomiao's WeChat came back: [Don't worry, I will make money. 】
"..." Dong Yongyuan.
How can I rest assured? I don't want to go to the association to give you a small report ah ah ah ah ah!
After Wu Miaomiao went out of the studio, she didn't worry about what to do. Instead, she went to the Internet celebrity cake shop on Ma You Road and spent an hour in line to buy a cake. Then she sat in the shop and went to the opposite side I bought a cup of milk tea at the milk tea shop, and then wandered aimlessly with the milk tea all the way, until the night was low, and when the sky was getting dark, she seemed to find something, and looked straight to the southeast. The roof of a building.
There is a cloud of dark gray energy fluctuating there. The area of energy is huge. It is two meters wide and seven or eight meters high. The gray energy is filled with black energy. There is not much black energy. It's not that Wu Miaomiao's eyesight is good enough.
"The negative energy is so heavy, but the grievance is only so small, so you will become my first customer." When the business came to the door, Wu Miaomiao suddenly came to his spirits and quickly approached in the direction of the gray energy.
About ten minutes later, Wu Miaomiao arrived at his destination. This was a tertiary A hospital, and the gray energy was on the roof of the inpatient department of the tertiary hospital. On the top of the building, a breath of despair, is this going to commit suicide by jumping off the building?
Wu Miaomiao raised his head and glanced, only to see that the gray energy fluctuated more and more violently, and he secretly said a bad sound.
This person won't be jumping right away, wait five minutes for me.
Wu Miao ran anxiously and rushed into the building.
On the top of the building, a young woman in a hospital gown stood calmly on the terrace at the edge of the top floor, and was about to step out a little further. The evening breeze was blowing her sparse long hair. She was looking up at the sky, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Han Meng, don't think about it, call your uncle and aunt again." A young man's soul floated in front of the woman, shouting hoarsely.
"Han Meng, when you come down, didn't the doctor say that there are still three months left? Don't give up easily. If you die, there will be nothing! Han Meng, did you hear that!"
In the sky, an airplane flew by with flashing lights, and a wry smile suddenly appeared on Han Meng's expressionless face: "I thought I could see the stars for the last time."
After speaking, Han Meng took another step forward.
"No!" The male ghost yelled anxiously, reached out his hand to push Han Meng's body, trying to push the person back, but couldn't touch anything, "You wait, wait, wait a while and you will be able to I saw the stars."
At this time, the male ghost only hoped that Han Meng could wait a little longer to see the stars, maybe after a while she suddenly figured out that she didn't want to die, or who could find Han Meng on the top of the building and come up to stop her.
Han Meng glanced at the phone beside her feet last, and there was her suicide note in it.
"Parents, I'm leaving, you guys are fine..."
"No!" the male ghost yelled in despair.
Suddenly, Han Meng stopped.
The male ghost widened his eyes in surprise. Could it be that Han Meng heard his own voice just now.
"No, don't jump. Wait, wait a minute, I'm exhausted." Wu Miaomiao gasped, and everyone couldn't stand up straight. "I ran from three streets away, but I was exhausted. Wait. I'll rest for a while."
Han Meng turned his head and saw that it was a girl who looked like a high school student. This girl grew up very beautifully. Her thick long hair was braided into two thick black braids, and her white face turned into a healthy camel red because of her rush.
How wonderful, youthful age, thick long hair, and...healthy. These, she once had.
"Little sister, the top of the building is dangerous, you go down, and don't go to the back door for a while..." Han Meng didn't want his death to cast a psychological shadow on the girl, and planned to wait until the girl left before jumping down.
"No, little sister, don't go, she will jump off the building after you leave, you will stop her soon." The male ghost rushed to Wu Miaomiao's face and kept shouting.
He knew that he was a ghost now, and the living could not see him, but he waited for a long time, only the girl who looked like a high school student appeared, and he could only go to the doctor in a hurry.
"I know, don't yell, just tell me to rest for a while." Ah, the road in this city is so winding, looking at only three streets, she is so far away, her stomach hurts.
As soon as she said this, the male ghost and Han Meng were both stunned.
Han Meng: I didn't shout.
Male ghost: Can you hear me?
"Can you hear me?!" The male ghost shouted suddenly.
Wu Miaomiao felt that if she didn't do anything, she would be yelled at by this male ghost, so she barely stood up straight with her hands on her hips: "Then what, young lady, are you planning to jump off the building?"
Han Meng's expression changed slightly. As soon as she was about to speak, she saw the girl waved her hand again: "Don't deny it, you just want to jump off the building."
Han Meng was silent and did not speak, and he began to hesitate whether to jump in front of this girl. If she jumps, it will probably leave a big psychological shadow on the girl, but if she doesn’t jump, the girl will tell her about her jumping off the building, and then it will be difficult for her to find a chance again.
"Miss Sister, what's your name?" Wu Miaomiao finally panted her breath now, but she still stood there and did not approach, fearing to stimulate Han Meng.
"She's Han Meng." The male ghost replied instead of Han Meng.
"Han Meng is." Wu Miaomiao nodded.
"How do you know my name?" Han Meng looked at Wu Miaomiao suspiciously.
"Can you really hear me?" The male ghost stopped in front of Wu Miaomiao excitedly.
"Get up and block it." Wu Miaomiao pushed aside the male ghost who was blocking her vision. The male ghost suddenly floated away like a paper man blown by the wind.
"You, what were you doing just now?" Han Meng always felt that this girl was a little weird. The wave just now seemed to have really pushed something away.
"Hello, formally introduce myself, my name is Wu Miaomiao, and I am a wizard." Wu Miaomiao introduced herself with a smile.
"wizard?!"
"That's right, I was shopping on a pedestrian street three streets away just now, and just saw you about to jump off the building, so I rushed over to do a business with you." Wu Miaomiao briefly explained the whole story of his coming.
"The pedestrian street outside the three streets? How can you see me there?" Even standing at the gate of the hospital, you can't see it.
"How to put it, what I saw is not you, but the anger on your body." Wu Miaomiao explained.
"gas?"
"Popularly speaking, it is negative energy. In the process of preparing to commit suicide, the despair in your body reached its peak, and the negative energy swelled to a height of seven or eight meters." Wu Miaomiao explained, "I followed this. "
That group of negative energy is still high, and it hasn't faded because of her appearance. It seems that this young lady named Han Meng is determined to die.
Han Meng's face was full of unbelief. Even if she was about to commit suicide, she was an atheist when she was alive. It is difficult to change things like Sanguan before death.
"You are a wizard? No wonder you can hear me." The male ghost finally floated back. "Han Meng doesn't believe you. You can say more words to prove your ability."
Also, this is not near the stockade. Not everyone believes in wizards. It takes a little effort to make people believe in themselves.
"Wait a minute." Wu Miaomiao pulled out a dreamy doll from her backpack, then glanced at the male ghost around her, eagerly looking at her male ghost, and then pointed her finger, "Attract the spirit, possess the body."
The male ghost only felt that he was sucked away by a burst of suction. When he came back to his senses, he found that his vision had changed. He seemed to have become very small, and he was standing in the palm of the wizard's hand.
"You should be her friend, go and say it yourself." After speaking, Wu Miaomiao put the possessed doll on the ground.
The male ghost tried to step his legs twice, hey, there is a touch, although it is soft, but there is a touch. The male ghost was overjoyed. He turned around and ran in the direction of Han Meng. He yelled as he ran, "Han Meng, I am Qi Rui. I died seven days ago, your patient. We swear to Fighting the illness to the last minute."
Ah, I can still make a sound.
Han Meng looked at a slap-sized puppet doll like a ghost, and ran towards her quickly on the ground, saying that he was Qi Rui while running. If it hadn't been for her determination to die, she would have fainted now.
"Han Meng, why are you so stupid? Didn't the doctor tell you that you still have three months to live. Why are you so hard to think about it? What if you jump off the building, your uncles and aunts, you leave the savings to them, neither of them nor the old I’ll be happy.” Qi Rui, the doll version, tried to climb onto the terrace where Han Meng was standing, but it was too short to climb up. In the end, he could only jump under the steps in a hurry. "If you really don't want to drag Auntie and them, you can stay with them for three more months, and you will have nothing when you die."
"Are you really Qi Rui?" Although it looks like a baby, the voice is clearly Qi Rui's, and he knows so many things about himself.
"Yes, it's me." The baby version of Qi Rui anxiously said, "Today, for the first seven days, I came back to visit my family and came to the hospital to see you. I didn't expect you to commit suicide. Why are you so stupid?
"Brother Qi Rui, our disease can't be cured. Even if I stand firm, I can live up to three months and spend a lot of money." After confirming Qi Rui's identity, Han Meng broke down and cried, "Look. My hair is less than last time."
"Chemotherapy will be like this..."
"But it can't be cured." Han Meng roared, "If it can't be cured, won't you die?"
She watched Qi Rui breathlessly in front of her.
"I'm not afraid of death anymore, really, but I'm afraid of pain, I'm afraid that my parents will be sad, I don't want to be like you, I can only stay in bed with a tube in the last month." Han Meng said desperately, "I'm just Twenty-eight years old, originally, I originally planned to take my parents to travel around the world when I was 30 years old. I worked hard to make money. I was the best in our class and made the most money. But now the money is used to treat my own illness. Anyway, it can't be cured, so what else can I do? At least, I can save some money for my parents to provide for the elderly, which is a bit of filial piety."
"But you are what your uncles and aunts need. You can spend one more day with them, which is most precious to them."
"But every time they come to see me, their eyes are swollen. Anyway, it will be painful, so let this pain be short-lived, just as...just stop the loss in time." Han Meng said, "I really can't stand it, Brother Qi Rui. "
"Eh, what, can we talk about business now?" Wu Miaomiao felt that it was almost time for her turn to play at this time.
One person and one puppet then remembered Wu Miaomiao.
"What business?" Han Meng remembered that when the girl appeared just now, she seemed to have said that she was going to do business with herself.
"I have heard the conversation you have just now." Wu Miaomiao repeated it briefly, "Your name is Han Meng, twenty-eight years old, because you have... a serious illness, you will die soon, and you only have three months of life. So I want to commit suicide to end the pain and leave a savings for my parents to provide for the elderly. Then, if I can restore your body to a normal level in the next three months, will you do this business?"
"What did you say?" Han Meng walked down the terrace excitedly.
Seeing Han Meng finally walked down from the edge of the dangerous terrace, the doll version of Qi Rui let out a long sigh of relief, holding her chest with her small hands.
"But you have to give me money and some other things." Wu Miaomiao said quickly.
"How much?! What?"
"For money, I want one-tenth of your total net worth. Other things will not be known until then, but they must be useless to you. Can you change it?" Wu Miaomiao asked.
If you use one-tenth of your net worth and something that is useless to you, you can get your health back. Will you change it?
"Change." Han Meng said without hesitation.
"I need to remind you that one-tenth of your wealth can only be exchanged for three months of health, not a cure for this disease. When the time is up, you will still die of the disease." Wu Miao said.
"I know, I change!" Han Meng said firmly.
"Okay, then I'll find one...cough... ready to conclude the bond." Wu Miaomiao took out a box of red cinnabar from his backpack, opened it and dipped it with his finger, and squatted directly on the ground to start painting.
In a short while, a complex and mysterious pattern appeared on the ground. The pattern looked extremely complicated, with only one eye on the left and one on the right that were very eye-catching.
"Well, give me a drop of your blood." Wu Miaomiao said to Han Meng.
Han Meng did not hesitate and stretched out his hand directly, his slender and white wrists were full of blue veins and pinholes.
Wu Miaomiao put the painted cinnabar on the lid and put it back in his backpack, then took out a slender silver needle from the inside and poked it lightly on Han Meng's white index finger.
A drop of blood fell from the fingertips and dripped into the formation.
Wu Miaomiao let go of Han Meng, and the witching power of his palm was condensed, and then he slapped the center of the formation with a palm, chanting the spell: "In the name of a wizard, summon the right spirit."
The red cinnabar suddenly burst out with a burst of black and red light, and the pattern inside actually moved.
At the same time, in an abandoned orphanage half a city away from the hospital, Xu Wei and his colleagues in the two metaphysical associations were exorcizing ghosts. A hostile ghost boy, about seven or eight years old, was trapped in the center by three people. His eyes were fierce.
"Ghost boy, you can catch it without holding your hands." Xu Wei pointed to the ghost boy with the peach wood sword in his hand, "If you do anything wrong, be careful we will break you up."
"You smelly Taoist priests, get out!" Guitong shouted sternly.
"Brother Xu, we have been persuading you for a long time. This ghost boy and little ghost is obsessed with no regrets. If you just break it up, look at his blood and light, it must have been stained with life." One of the young Taoist priests wearing a Taoist robe Said.
Xu Wei frowned, and finally agreed: "Okay, let's do it together."
The three of them used their spiritual power at the same time and stabled towards the little ghost in the middle. The little ghost stared at him. When he was about to fight to the death, a burst of strange energy suddenly enveloped him, and then his entire ghost disappeared in the same place.
"what happened?"
"Where is the ghost boy?"
The three people who threw a blank look at each other on the original ground.
The ghost boy was carried into a dark space by a mass of witch power. When the little ghost was upset, a slightly mysterious female voice sounded.
"With the despair of the dying person, you can exchange your strength for three months, are you willing to exchange it?"
"Change." Guitong knew that if he didn't change, he would definitely be sent back by the owner of this voice. Then he would die tonight, so he would change it anyway.
"Okay, the deal is established. In the name of a wizard, I will make a contract for you."
As the words fell, the little ghost only felt that the power in his body was being emptied. He was a little panicked, but an instinct was telling him that this was only temporary and he would not be in danger.
The roof of the hospital.
"Alright." Wu Miaomiao clapped her hands and said to Han Meng, "The contract is complete, pay."
Han Meng was still a little dazed at this time, because just now, a strange force seemed to have entered her body, and then she suddenly felt that she was much stronger. The physical trauma caused by the long-term chemotherapy seems to be slowly repaired, and the body pain is also alleviating.
"I...I..." Can it really be changed back to the way it was before the illness?
At this time, Wu Miaomiao's cell phone rang suddenly, she clicked on it and found that Ji Lang had sent her a voice WeChat.
Xianggong looking for me? Wu Miaomiao's eyes lit up and she couldn't wait to open her ears to listen.
"It's eight o'clock, why aren't you going home?!" Ji Lang's voice was filled with suppressed anger.
Wu Miaomiao panicked immediately. It was eight o'clock, why is it eight o'clock: "What about it, pay the money soon, I will call me to go home, I have to go back, hurry up."
Han Meng was still a little dazed at this time. Fortunately, when she agreed to the transaction, she had already estimated her net worth: "I spent some money on medical treatment, and now I have more than 100,000 in savings, but I still have a set of sea The house in the city is not big in size, probably worth about three million. I need to sell the house to get cash for you."
"Yes, you can give me one hundred thousand first, and you will call me back for the rest." Wu Miaomiao handed over his mobile phone, and the two added WeChat.
Han Meng didn't hesitate, and immediately used WeChat to transfer 100,000 to Wu Miaomiao.
"Then what, you will be discharged tomorrow. In the next 48 hours, your body will recover slowly, and staying in the hospital will cause doubt. Also, our contract must be kept secret." Wu Miaomiao rushed home and quickly After finishing his instructions, he ran away without looking back. While running, she could still hear her sending messages.
"Msang-gong, I'll be back, already on the way."
"I'm leaving too." Qi Rui, the baby version of Qi Rui who had been silent since the conclusion of the bond, suddenly said.
"Qi Rui?" Han Meng was a little bit sad.
"The time is almost here, I have to go back and see my mother." The first seven recollections, he can only stay for one day, and he has to go back at midnight.
"Well, see you in three months." Han Meng smiled.
See you in three months, it's in the underworld.
The doll version of Qi Rui touched Han Meng’s nose with her little hand. This time she was not sad, but blessed: “Be happy for these three months.”
"Yeah." Han Meng nodded heavily.
