Mao Sandao was awakened by the sound of Mao Qiu'er. He straightened his head tiredly and slowly wiped the scratches on the "Visit Book".
Mao Sandao didn't even have to think about it, this must be a visitor, it was not unusual.
It would be strange if there were no guests.
"Fooball, come back."
Furball got back into the carton and stared at the door with his head stuck out.
After a while, Mao Sandao heard extremely slow and heavy footsteps entering the store.
Mao Sandao opened the "Visit Book" unhurriedly, not bothering to look at the appearance of the visitor.
In his eyes, no matter how beautiful or ugly the face is, after being possessed, the person's mental state will become a ball.
No matter how good-looking it is, it won't be anywhere, and no matter how ugly it is, it won't be anywhere.
After unscrewing the pen cap, Mao Sandao held the pen in one hand and supported his heavy head with the other, opening his mouth wide and yawning.
"what name?"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but yawn.
However, he got no response from the guest.
"Hey, hey, I want to ask you something, what's your name?" Mao Sandao tapped the table and asked again.
"Japanese don't understand!"
Snap!
Mao Sandao was stunned and the pen in his hand fell to the ground.
Wa didn't understand. He was all too familiar with this extremely uncommon and unliterary name.
Mao Sandao looked up and saw standing in front of him an immature man wearing a set of extremely loose designer clothes, with messy hair, droopy eyelids, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.
Sure enough, such names with the same name and surname are rare, and Mao Sandao has a particularly deep memory of the first guest he received in the bookstore.
"You... why are you here again?!"
Mao Sandao was undoubtedly surprised by this repeat customer.
He couldn't figure out what prompted Wa to come to the bookstore again.
Could it be that he made a special trip to thank the soul-capturing soul?
Or are you just passing by and stopping by to take a look at yourself?
NO!
impossible!
Mao Sandao felt that his idea was pure nonsense!
He didn't believe that a Japanese who looked like a doll could be so boring.
In short, he felt that the possibility was almost zero.
Coming here is definitely not easy!
"I want money."
Wo didn't understand and his tone was still slow.
"Isn't the money already given to you?" Mao Sandao stared at Wa Bubai and asked, "Why do you still need more money?"
"Not enough!" Wabu didn't understand, as if he was in a daze, and slapped the table with a loud "Pah!", his eyes suddenly bloodshot as he stared at Mao Sandao, and his words suddenly became fierce, "I - want -a lot of!"
Every word made Mao Sandao feel like a needle pricking into his heart.
Are people’s hearts so greedy?
Mao Sandao tried his best to calm down, picked up the pen on the ground and screwed on the cap: "You will kill yourself!"
Bang!
"I-want-money!" Wabu didn't know what to do, he kicked his chair over and grabbed his hair hard, as if he was in pain, "Give-me-money!"
Mao Sandao hesitated. Before, he had only taken one soul and three souls. If he exchanged the souls again, there would be very few souls left by the Japanese.
This is already the case after being ingested one soul and three souls. What will happen if another soul is ingested? Mao Sandao didn't know, and he was too scared to figure it out.
"Why are you talking so much? Take him down or you will be responsible for the consequences!"
At this time, Dou Kui's voice sounded in Mao Sandao's ears, and his tone was very unkind.
Mao Sandao closed the "Visit Book" and slowly stood up with the soul bottle: "In that case, come with me!"
After all, he was still intimidated by Doukui's momentum.
Furthermore, facing the Japanese who didn't understand at this time, Mao Sandao felt that he might not be able to persuade him to come back if he continued to persuade him.
Arriving at the secret room, Mao Sandao put down candles as usual and called for Japanese to step in.
But just when Mao Sandao was about to put his hand on the head of Wo Bingweng's head, he was stunned.
"Same as before, normal operation."
Doukui seemed to have seen through Mao Sandao's worries, so he whispered in his ear.
Mao Sandao nodded, adjusted his breathing, put his hand on the top of Ni Banshang's head again, and began to capture the soul.
The time to absorb the soul this time was obviously longer than that of all previous guests.
Mao Sandao guessed that perhaps this was due to the second intake, so the time would be longer than the first time.
In addition, the color of the miniature man formed by condensed souls is also a bit richer.
After ingesting the soul, Wo Wanshuang's face darkened several times, as if his face was evenly coated with a light layer of ink.
It took a long time for Wa Bo to open his eyes. Mao Sandao saw that the pupils of his eyes were obviously enlarged compared to before, and they were even dimmer than when they came.
Wo didn't know how to stand in the middle of the candles, but he didn't move, as motionless as a log.
Mao Sandao pushed Wo Shishi's body. It felt stiff and cold to the touch, like a layer of frost on the outside of a tall tree.
"Why are you in such a hurry!" Doukui said impatiently, "Everything needs time to buffer!"
Mao Sandao put down his hand and looked at Japan quietly.
Finally, Wu didn't know how to move his head, and turned around very slowly towards the passage.
The pace sometimes stumbles, sometimes is steady, sometimes goes fast, and sometimes pauses, which is very abnormal.
After losing sight of the Japanese figure, Mao Sandao asked: "Did you just take in one soul and three souls?"
"Um."
"If that's the case, then doesn't he only have one soul left?"
"That's the theory."
Mao Sandao said loudly: "Then why do you still want his soul? If you lose one soul and three souls, won't he be completely useless?"
"Why are you so excited? Doesn't he still have a soul?"
Mao Sandao shouted: "Do you think he looks any different from a corpse?! He just can move and walk, nothing else is known!
You ruined a person's life, tell me, what will his parents do next? ! "
"It sounds like you have a lot of resentment towards me. I said that he still has a soul. As long as he still has a soul, he will be fine!"
Mao Sandao asked: "What about Han Yu? Isn't Han Yu dead?"
Doukui's tone also became more serious: "Let me tell you again, Han Yu was an accident, he fell to death because he wanted to kill you.
Besides, all this is because of you. If you hadn't met him, I believe he would be living well in his own world and be happy! "
Mao Sandao's chest heaved with anger. He clenched the soul bottle containing the Japanese soul in his hand and cursed: "Don't fucking put a shit basin on my head. If you don't want his soul, he will lose his mind and go crazy." kill me?"
After a moment of silence, Doukui's tone became calmer: "Since you can't accept it, you can choose to leave."
"Damn it, I don't want to do this kind of shameful thing anymore!" Mao Sandao threw the soul bottle in his hand heavily on the sofa, "Don't even think about threatening me with my friend's life, just go and get it if you have the ability! "
Yes, Mao Sandao really wanted to give up.
Of course, he didn't believe that Doukui would really kill Jiao Qiu'er.
Mao Sandao clearly remembered Doukui saying at that time that Jiao Qiu'er was the trump card in his hand and the most powerful bargaining chip for him to control himself.
Therefore, Doukui will not easily touch the focus ball until the last step.
Mao Sandao judged that Doukui would definitely not hurt Jiao Qiu'er at this time. At most, he would give in after beating himself up.
