"It's this, the bitter fruit, the 'Mianzi' with strange demonic power..." The demonic golem turned into by Paipsi whispered in Mu Longquan's ear, "Eat that big, male fruit for her, and take the other one for that young man to eat."

"Very good, now, eat this bigger one." Mu Longquan walked forward, gently took the two fruits from her hand, and used a little force to break the two villains apart.

There seemed to be a faint cry. Mu Longquan was stunned for a moment, and listened carefully, but there was nothing left.

Shaking his head, he didn't pay attention to this matter anymore. After a brief observation, he found the bigger fruit and handed it to Xu Hui's mouth: "Eat it and you can take revenge."

Xu Hui looked at the fruit that was leaning against her mouth. It was like a sleeping boy, curled up on the man's palm. There was a faint red light flowing inside the milky white fruit body. It could be seen that the facial features were beautiful and very pitying.

Is this kind of little thing that can make you revenge?

He opened his mouth mechanically, Xu Hui took the fruit into her mouth and bit it gently. The bright red pulp overflowed a little, dyeing her pale lips red.

"Sleep, tomorrow, everything will be different." Mu Longquan smiled and gently wiped Xu Hui's eyelids. Pippsy was also singing a blurry spell at high speed. A ray of light gradually lit up in the ward. When it dimmed, there was no one in front of the bed.

Xu Hui looked at the door in a daze. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether she was dreaming or something had happened. She subconsciously touched her lips, but there was a strange feeling from her slender fingertips. When she looked down, there was already a blood-skinned red color on it.

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After leaving the elevator, Mu Longquan took a deep breath of the fresh and cool air in the night wind, and he vomited it out until he couldn't hold it in his mouth. "To be serious, this is my first business."

He told Pepsi in his heart that he had completed the task for half, and his mood was relaxed, and his steps became leisurely. He slowly walked out of the hospital door, forming a sharp contrast with the people who were in a hurry.

"Well, you did a good job just now. I think you have a lot of potential. Maybe you can become a very good agent in the future." Pipsy, who was lurking in Mu Longquan's neckline, still maintaining the form of a demonic figure, whispered.

"Hehe, thank you." Mu Longquan smiled, his eyes falling on the shadows that were not physically located around him, as if he remembered something: "By the way, Black Ball, I can understand that there are so many ghosts in the hospital, but why did you see so many when you went to the bank that day? It seems to be more dense than here!"

"Those are not ghosts, but just ‘sub-souls’..." Paipsi seemed to snorted slightly, "It seems that the place where the palms touched will leave body temperature, and the souls will leave traces when they come to this world. We call them ‘sub-souls’. There are too many souls in this world who are obsessed with money, so when they die, those traces of their masters will gather in the place where money is concentrated according to their remaining instincts - you have not yet gone to the underground fortress where the country has reserved gold to see. The density of the ‘sub-souls’ there is almost completely blocking people's sight. It seems that the flies on watermelons in summer are densely packed and disgusting, vomiting~~"

"'Second Soul', I've learned new things." Mu Longquan nodded seriously, remembering new knowledge in his mind. Before he knew it, he had begun to consciously accept his identity as a demon merchant: "So many 'second Souls' gathering will have no effect on the human body, right?"

"It should not be a big impact or trace, but according to common sense, bank employees are surrounded by them all day long. If they are not very cheerful or even pessimistic, they are more likely to be infected by them. The mild ones will cause depression, and the severe ones may cause suicide. However, it is very rare - don't ask me, I'm just the knowledge I get from other people's reports."

"Oh? Has anyone done research on this?"

Mu Longquan asked with interest that since Paipsi filed a ‘report’, it means that there are special personnel responsible for studying this issue.

"Well, after all, this is a new problem that arises after the population explosion. The secondary souls had quickly dissipated and would not gather together like this, so we know very little about this. Some of them are good at analyzing. The gods and demons who made the production also tried some of them, and it seemed that there was no result." Pipsy shrugged, although no one saw it: "So, let them do this."

"The gods are not omnipotent!" Mu Longquan wanted to laugh a little, but his eyes suddenly paused, and his steps temporarily stopped for a few seconds. Then he turned his direction and walked towards a figure sitting on the steps at the hospital entrance.

It seems...father!

Mu Longquan felt a little warm in his heart. He looked at the hunched figure sitting on the steps from behind. Under the snow-white headlight at the door, the simple clothes faintly emitted some deep sweat stains on the back of the back, vaguely revealing the black words "xx ammonia fat" on the T-shirt inside. When the night wind blew, it brought the choking smell of the dry tobacco leaves he was familiar with. The earthy smoke he was holding was silently folded to his mouth and the big hands that were covered with dry patterns. The edges of his nails were black and cracked, as if soaked in ink.

Really, it's like a father.

Mu Longquan twitched his nose, which was suddenly sore, and he couldn't help but walk over and sat down on the steps. His faces covered with deep wrinkles turned around and looked at him, then turned back indifferently, and sucked a big mouthful of choking cigarettes.

The middle-aged man who looked very similar to his father from behind, whose silhouette looked even more powerful than his father's hunched back. His face without any expression stared indifferently at the street lights in the distance. Behind the red-edged cigarette paper in his pocket, a piece of green paper was faintly exposed, and several small printed fonts looked very eye-catching.

Mu Longquan, who came to the hospital once today, already knew what it was. In fact, there was no need to explore. Just from this person's face, Mu Longquan had roughly guessed what he was worried about - the kind of sadness full of helplessness, the kind of sadness that hated God's unfairness but had nowhere to complain, and the apology and smile that was hidden in wrinkles facing his closest person but was powerless. He had already seen it on the face of his kind and cowardly father many times.

“Lack of money?”

Mu Longquan took out his cigarette box, shook it, revealing half of the filter and handed it to the man.

As if he was hesitating for a moment, the wrinkled old face raised up and looked at Mu Longquan, then looked at the cigarette box, and then hesitated and wiped the earth smoke in his hand on the cement floor.

"Um."

I didn't say anything, it was just a very simple word. The lighter's flame jumped between the two, making the old face look extremely silent.

"How many?"

After lit a cigarette for the other party, Mu Longquan lit one himself, his heart was very heavy, as if filled with a solemn and sour liquid, his whole spine was sour, and his fingers holding the cigarette were trembling slightly.

“80,000.”

Still a simple answer with a strong accent, the man took a deep breath of cigarette but was choked. While coughing, a little tears came out.

"I'll give it to you."

Mu Longquan blurted out in a low voice, as if he had not thought about it at all.

The wrinkled face turned violently, and the turbid eyes flashed with excitement. After looking at Mu Longquan up and down for a while, it slowly went out.

"Baby, I've received your feelings. You don't look like a rich person or a student, right? You still have to study and be filial to your parents in the future. That one doesn't cost money."

The face, which was overwhelmed by wrinkles, smiled reluctantly, stretched out its rough big hand as if it wanted to touch Mu Longquan's head, but hesitated in the air for a moment, and patted his shoulder gently. "Study hard."

The vague smile disappeared, and the man turned his head and continued to smoke hard. After taking a deep breath, he had to hold it in for a long time before he vomited it slowly.

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