Hot Spring Mental Hospital

Chapter 26 Ward No. 26

"What?" Quan Lu was taken aback, "What does this mean?"

He asked again: "I came back, but he didn't come back, what does that mean?"

Yue Rensheng frowned: "In the past few days, he has been thinking about how to return to his body, and then he found me. When I was young, I learned some Taoism and some yin and yang techniques with my master in Zhongnan Mountain, so I tried to help him. , I just wanted to give it a try, but I didn’t expect it to actually work.”

"It's just—" Yue Rensheng said again, "As expected, I'm still not good at learning, and something went wrong on the way. Your soul returned to your body, but his soul didn't."

As he spoke, Yue Rensheng took out two identical, small hourglasses from his pocket. One was no different from a normal hourglass, but the condition of the other was shocking.

It was pinned in the palm of Yue Rensheng, but the golden quicksand floated in the glass bottle like flying dust.

Quan Lu couldn't help but widen his eyes: "What does this mean?"

"This is yours," Yue Rensheng handed Quan Lu the hourglass bottle that was the same as a normal hourglass, and the golden hourglass inside was lying calmly on the bottom of the bottle, "This is his."

Now Quan Lu understands that the golden quicksand is like a soul, and his one has sunk to the bottom, which means that his soul has returned to his body, but the one of Quan Lu...

"I don't know where his soul is..." Yue Rensheng said angrily, "So I hope you can help me find it."

"But on the phone, didn't you say that you helped me?" Quan Lu felt very strange.

"..." Yue Rensheng paused for a while, and could only explain: "If I ask you to help me, you will refuse."

……

What kind of cold-blooded animal do you think of me!

Quan Lu was very angry.

"Of course I also want to help you. The question is how?" Quan Lu asked, "Although I am the person involved, I don't understand Taoism or anything."

Hearing what Quan Lu said, Yue Rensheng finally loosened his frown.

"It's all right," he said, "as long as you say yes."

The corner of Quan Lu's mouth twitched.

Seemingly aware of Quan Lu's nervousness, Yue Rensheng said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to hurt you."

Quan Lu was a little embarrassed: "No, I don't doubt you or anything..."

"Then what should I do?" Quan Lu asked.

Yue Rensheng said: "Come with me."

Next, Yue Rensheng, who was dressed in strange clothes, walked forward, and Quan Lu followed behind on his bicycle, and the two came to a remote small attic.

Quan Lu has never been here before, it is very remote, and there are several alleys around.

The small attic is like a small Western-style bungalow, small, tall, and the walls are covered with vines, giving it a romantic feel.There is a garden next to the small attic, with many dwarf shrubs, and there is a rose shelf in the innermost part, full of rose flowers, and a small pool, artificial, probably used to water the garden.

In short, this building gives Quan Lu the feeling that he has come to the small garden of the last century in Western movies.

Yue Rensheng walked into the small attic with ease, and Quan Lu put away his bicycle and followed him in.

The interior decoration is similar to the exterior, it is a kind of petty bourgeoisie western style.

But the frightening thing is that on the Victorian flower table, there is actually a portrait of Taoism enshrined. Quan Lu doesn't know much about this aspect, and he doesn't know who is in the portrait. Moreover, there is an incense stand on the table , Incense is still burning in the incense table, and there are also offerings of melons and fruits for convenience.

Quan Lu: "..."

He looked around, and found that the Western-style decoration was covered with yellow talismans. Some Quan deer didn't recognize it, but the Quan deer pasted on the gate definitely knew it.

On the white door, there is an impressive "Home and everything prospers, and the town house is safe"!

Quan Lu: "..."

Quan Lu's heart was basically broken.

Yue Rensheng didn't seem to understand Quan Lu's mood, he said, "This is my home."

Quan Lu: "..."

It is very suitable for Yue Rensheng, after all, they are all full of an indescribable feeling of speechlessness.

Yue Rensheng took Quan Lu up to a room on the second floor.

According to Yue Rensheng, this is his own room.

Quan Lu looked at Yue Rensheng's room, it was very tidy, with yellow talismans pasted on the four corners of the roof.

Quan Lu: "..."

Anyway, Quan Lu is still not fully able to accept the decoration of Yueren Sheng's family.

Yue Rensheng greeted Quan Lu to sit down casually, then found a large stack of yellow talismans, painted on it, and pasted the drawn pictures on Quan Lu's forehead.

Then he found another incense burner, found some incense sticks and lit it, and a puff of smoke with a refreshing aroma rose from the room.

Like a witch, Yue Rensheng lowered his head and said something to the incense burner. Quan Lu thought about eavesdropping carefully, but the sad thing was that he couldn't understand what Yue Rensheng was muttering at all.

It may be a spell, and ordinary people cannot feel it.

Quan Lu said so in his heart.

Then, Yue Rensheng pulled out a small rattle, and knelt down in front of Quan Lu. Under the background of the white smoke rising from the incense burner, Yue Rensheng, who was wearing a Taoist robe in the white smoke, really looked so immortal The appearance of wind tunnel bone.

Just thinking about it, Quan Lu felt that the yellow talisman on his face was torn off.

Then, Yue Rensheng's face was enlarged in front of Quan Lu.

Quan Lu looked at the other person's close face: "...?"

Yue Rensheng suddenly jumped up and down like a chicken blood, and then muttered to Quan Lu something that might be a spell, or something in Martian language.

Then Yue Rensheng made a move, and he beat up Quan Lu.

Yes, fat beating.

After being beaten, Quan Lu struggled to get up from the ground: "...you...you..."

He even said two things about you, but unfortunately he couldn't finish. He was in so much pain that he couldn't push Yue Rensheng's head into the toilet.

Yue Rensheng said: "This is to open up your tendons."

Quan Lu: "...I choose death."

Then, Yue Rensheng found a large glass jar from his refrigerator. It was dark, a bit like sesame paste.

Yes, yes, he let Quan Lu finish his drink.

Strictly speaking, he pinched Quan Lu's mouth and forcefully poured it in.

Quan Lu felt as if he had arrived in ancient times and was being tortured by the Ten Great Tortures.

Does he have a grudge against Yue Rensheng, and now Yue Rensheng is doing all this to revenge him?

"I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on for a while." Yue Rensheng said calmly.

Quan Lu: "..."

It was disgusting, sticky, and tasted like stale milk.

Is it too late for me to repent now?

Of course it was too late, I was beaten and drank the sesame paste, if I didn't persist, wouldn't I be sorry for what I had done?

But soon Quan Lu regretted it, because he saw that Yue Rensheng found a small home appliance from nowhere.

Quan Lu knows that thing, every time his mother makes dumplings, he will find out this thing.

This is a meat grinder.

"What do you want to do!" Quan Lu said in horror, "Now is a society ruled by law, you, you, you..."

Yue Rensheng comforted him expressionlessly: "Don't be afraid."

As he spoke, he found a piece of meat from the refrigerator and put it in a meat grinder to grind it.

The corner of Quan Lu's mouth trembled: "You wouldn't tell me to eat raw meat, would you?"

"It's a good idea," Yue Rensheng said, "Make beef dumplings and eat them later, use the time wisely."

Quan Lu: "..."

Can't you just do this again in a while?

I'm sorry, but with such a colleague I choose to die.

While the meat grinder was making the sound of grinding meat, Yue Rensheng walked up to Quan Lu with a bowl of water in his hand.

"Pa." With a sound, he poured all the bowl of water on Quan Lu's face.

Quan Lu: "..."

What to do, since he stepped into this door, he felt that he was being insulted all the time.

After pouring the bowl, Yue Rensheng cleared his throat, pointed his index finger between Quan Lu's brows, and shouted: "The soul is turning—!"

Quan Lu: "..."

Half a minute later, Quan Lu looked at Yue Rensheng blankly.

Yue Rensheng: "..."

Quan Lu: "..."

Yue Rensheng continued to press on the center of Quan Lu's eyebrows without giving up, and shouted: "The soul is turning—!"

Obviously it was still useless, Quan Lu still looked at the other party with a very blank look.

Yue Rensheng: "..."

"The soul is turning? The soul is returning?" Yue Rensheng yelled a few slogans uncertainly.

Quan Lu: "..."

"That..." Quan Lu asked in a low voice, "Did you shout the wrong slogan?"

Yue Rensheng shouted a few more slogans as if he didn't believe in evil, but Quan Lu looked at him blankly.

In the end, Yue Rensheng was lost. He sat down on the ground and wailed, "Soul, turn around!"

Still useless.

"So..." Quan Lu's mouth twitched, and he asked cautiously, "You have done so much, now I can understand that it is all useless work?"

"Yes." Yue Rensheng replied without apology.

"Oh." Quan Lu sat up, then tore off the yellow paper on his face, looked at Yue Rensheng calmly and smiled.

Yue Rensheng only felt a burst of cold air hit his face, he still had that paralyzed face, but his eyes had already betrayed his nervousness: "..."

Quan Lu beat up Yue Rensheng, the unreliable god stick, viciously.

When he left Yue Rensheng's house, Yue Rensheng was still sitting on the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and said to himself with a paralyzed face: "I have already changed into a Taoist uniform for this ceremony, why is this result, why why?"

The corner of Quan Lu's mouth twitched: "...Believe in you, it is better to believe in the official Weibo of Traditional Taoism Network."

Quan Lu got on his bicycle and left Yue Rensheng's eccentric small western-style building.

×××

Ever since he was hospitalized, Quan Lu hadn't been out on the street for a long time, and the noisy sounds on the street made Quan Lu feel like he was back in the past.

A storefront caught his attention.

This is a record store, which seems to be newly opened, decorated in a very high-end atmosphere, with a European and American style.

Quan Lu didn't pay much attention to this aspect, but the poster pasted in front of the store attracted his attention.

"The Anniversary Selected Collection of Music Superstar Zhang Zhedi."

The following is the issuing company, Senhai.

Isn't that the record company Lian Mu was with before?

Quan Lu stopped his bicycle and looked at the poster carefully.

Although he didn't pay attention, he still knew Zhang Zhedi.

This person has a woman's face, and with the recent trend of unisex clothing in the entertainment industry, he looks like a woman on the poster. He is still a vulgar woman, extremely seductive.

"Bitch." Quan Lu couldn't help but say something.

He walked into the record store and asked the lady at the counter, "Is there any record by Lian Mu?"

"Oh," the counter lady pushed her glasses, then smiled a little embarrassedly: "Sorry, no more."

Quan Lu originally wanted to leave, but the counter lady said indignantly: "His previous albums are all blocked. We had stock in them, but they were all recalled. Now there is no legitimate sales channel for his previous albums."

Quan Lu understood.

Lian Mu was banned in the record industry, it's fine if the previous records were sold, and all the unsold records were taken back by that perverted company, even if he was at a loss, he would be banned.

How much hatred does Lian Mu have with the record company?

"However," the lady at the counter smiled mysteriously, "When Lian Mu participated in the TV talent show, there was a DVD of the talent show, which was released by the TV station at that time, not the one that was only edited by Lian Mu alone, it was a full set. Oh, but we're here for in-store viewing only, not for sale or copies."

With that said, the counter lady pointed to the single mini-audio room at the back of the store.

With a complicated mood, Quan Lu entered the audio-visual room, which was only the size of a toilet cubicle, holding a receipt of [-] yuan.

There was only one machine inside, and the counter lady fiddled with it for a while, then handed Quan Lu a headset.

"Okay, it's alright."

Because it has been a long time ago, the picture is a bit blurred, but the faces of the characters can still be discerned.

…That year, non-mainstream killers were popular, and many players had either red or green hair.