MTL - He Has To Be Human, Right? !-Chapter 6 Forced to repay his kindness, in the middle of the night he ran into the evil and bullied the weak, fearing that he would be repaid...

The next day, when the fortune teller woke up, he felt his right eye twitching wildly.

Sure enough, after leaving the stall for a while, a strong and familiar murderous aura hit.

The fortune teller didn't even want the torn paper for setting up the stall, and turned around and ran away.

It's a pity that before he took two steps, a bright light dazzled his dog's eyes.

The sharp head of the shovel chopped the ground with a "duh", successfully nailing the fortune teller in place. He looked at Ye Ying who was holding a shovel in one hand, and wailed: "You woman, why do you carry a shovel all day long?"

"Urban beauties like us, of course, need to bring some exquisite self-defense gadgets." Ye Ying looked at the fortune teller with a grinning grin: "Your nephew has caused trouble, so please sit down as an uncle."

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"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

After listening to Ye Ying's narration, the fortune teller opened the folding fan in his hand, and looked at Ye Ying sitting opposite with a frown through the small sunglasses: "Sixth Lord, he is not that kind of person, why would he care about you?"

"Sixth Master?" Ye Ying slapped the Coke on the table and raised her eyebrows: "You are so respectful to your nephew, why do you still have an honorific title?"

"Ah, I..." The fortune teller consciously made a slip of the tongue, raised his fan to cover half of his face, and his eyes rolled around.

"I've seen something wrong with you for a long time."

Ye Ying grabbed the fan and threw it aside. She analyzed with a grim expression: "As the man's guest, you didn't attend the wedding banquet at all. What kind of nephew, there is a high probability that it is fake."

She glanced up and down the fortune-telling table, and suddenly stretched out her hand and pointed angrily: "You liar, you are not a weasel at all!"

A stone in the quiet fast food restaurant stirred up waves, and everyone looked up in their direction.

The orderers were all attracted attention and frowned: "What's going on?"

"I don't know. Encounter in another world, enjoy the delicious food." The customer lowered his voice impatiently: "Hurry up and eat."

"Sorry sir, this is McDonald's."

"..."

The fortune teller hurriedly pressed Ye Ying's hand down: "Don't yell, don't yell, I can't do it."

Ye Ying looked at him with hatred, and the fortune teller helplessly raised her hands: "You are right, I am not Huang Xian, nor Liu Ye's uncle."

He sighed: "This matter has to start two hundred years ago."

Ye Ying got up: "Why don't I go to the bathroom first, and send me a WeChat message when you say the one hundred and ninety-nine and a half years."

The fortune teller reached out and hooked her T-shirt: "I was wrong, I was wrong, let me keep it simple."

As he spoke, he took out a business card from his pocket and slid it to Ye Ying from the table.

Ye Ying was surprised—all fortune tellers have business cards these days? !

The content on the business card was similar to what was written on the fortune-telling booth, except that there were two big characters on the left of "ancestral fortune-telling": Zuo Huai.

...The name is quite artistic, Ye Ying frowned: "Your ancestors really did this?"

Zuo Huai nodded, his eyes were empty, as if he was recalling: "To be specific, what I'm talking about is about the ancestors."

He lowered his voice, mysteriously: "One day, an old ancestor... had a ghost encounter."

The ancestor Zuo Huai mentioned was Hua'er, who was a 28-year-old girl, and one day she came down from the mountain to cut pigs and grass and developed a high fever.

After burning for three full days, the medicine and stone were not cured. People are also groggy, talking nonsense.

Her father was at a loss what to do, afraid that people would be fooled, so he invited a famous witch from ten miles and eight villages to show her.

The sorcerer is also a disciple of the horse, with a fairy family on her shoulders. When she arrived at Zuo's house, she just sat down on the edge of the kang, when Hua'er, who had been lying in bed for three days and unconscious, grabbed her wrist.

Under the dim oil lamp, Hua'er's face is split between light and dark. Her face was flushed abnormally, and she was so thin that she lost her appearance, but the corners of her chapped mouth were raised high, and she pulled out a ferocious smile.

Hua'er's eyes turned white, but she couldn't see any pupils. The whites of her eyes covered with cobweb-like bloodshot eyes were slightly blue-yellow, like old and inferior enamel.

Her lips parted, and from her throat hummed a strange, cracked tune.

The tune hangs high, like a very thin strand of hair, entangled and pulled in Hua'er's throat. The sorceress' old cloudy eyes were shining brightly, and she saw the shadow on the fire wall behind at a glance.

The oil lamp was placed on the kang table, and the shadows of the flowers were stretched to be huge, and they looked like ghosts under the shaking of the lamp shadows. It squirmed, like a weird creature independent of people.

The sorceress stared closely at the black shadow, watching it move slowly as if it was alive.

The huge head with loose hair splits from the shadows, and the slender neck sticks out like a dry tree trunk, twisting out of the rugged angle that non-humans can do.

As the black shadow gradually took shape, the treacherous tone in Hua'er's mouth became higher and higher until she lost her voice.

In the end, the monster on the fire wall formed a humanoid outline as if giving birth, but the flower shut up.

She looked at the witch quietly with the whites of her eyes, and said only one sentence: "It... came down."

In the next second, something exploded instantly, splashing red and white everywhere!

Ye Ying: "..."

She looked indifferently at the Strawberry Xindi that was crushed in Zuo Huai's hand, her complexion was grim for a moment, and then recovered.

"It seems that you don't understand the value of life."

Zuo Huai's eyes fell on the shovel beside Ye Ying, and he flinched: "Sorry, I was too excited and couldn't control it."

Ye Ying frowned impatiently: "Did I ask you to focus?"

"In short, it was because of alarming the sixth master that Hua'er—that is, the second aunt of my third master's great aunt—no, it should be said that the entire Zuojia Village was saved."

Zuo Huai finally succumbed to her lust, and this time his answer was very succinct: "In order to repay the favor, the Zuo family has passed down from generation to generation, and used the art of fortune telling to find a suitable partner for Liu Ye."

He looked at Ye Ying and smiled flatteringly: "It's not been more than two hundred years, and I finally found you, an old man who perfectly matches Liu Ye's fate."

Ye Ying smiled.

In fact, she is good-looking, but she has been working hard and overtime for many years, which makes her look very tired and haggard.

But her smile was like soda soaked in nectar, it was sweet and refreshing, and it went straight to her heart.

The first time Zuo Huai saw her smile, he lost his mind for a moment, but the next second he was pulled back to reality by Ye Ying's furious roar.

"Shouldn't your family pay back the debt your family owes him?! If you want to repay the favor, why don't you promise it yourself?!"

"Yeah, don't talk nonsense." Zuo Huai hugged his thin self in surprise, "How dare I insult a **** like Liu Ye?"

Do you want me to blaspheme? !

What did I do wrong, you want to target me like this? !

Wait, is the point about profanity? ! Shouldn't the point be that you're the same **** as him? !

Ye Ying covered her face, and a dark voice came out from between her fingers: "I don't care. Go and tell him not to harass me with such inferior means!"

She slowly put down her hand, baring her teeth and showing a fierce smile: "I can't beat him, but I don't mind letting him lose his only 'uncle'!"

Zuo Huai shivered violently.

But he still had the courage to raise his hand like a primary school student to ask: "Actually... when you told me about this just now, I had some doubts."

Zuo Huai looked at Ye Ying's expression, and tentatively questioned: "Although Liu Ye is not a human being, he is an immortal at least, so he wouldn't do such a shameless thing. Is there something... wrong?"

"Mistake?"

Ye Ying looked at him with an unkind expression: "Besides him, who else have I offended recently? And that sentence, and my voice—obviously he possessed me."

How could it not be him!

Are supernatural phenomena everyday? ! So easy to happen? !

Her attitude was too tough, Zuo Huai had no choice but to nod.

"The sixth master will probably be back soon in the past two days. I'll ask him again."

He sighed and looked at Ye Ying: "Although he is handsome, very rich, and heinously strong - but a twisted melon is not sweet after all, alas."

Ye Ying: "..."

I always feel like you're secretly brainwashing me.

She waved her hand, too lazy to talk to him, got up to leave.

The fortune teller behind him suddenly said, "I actually want to ask..."

"Let the fart out all at once." Ye Ying was impatient.

The fortune-telling conditioned reflexively cowardly, but the rebellious psychology also came up, and protested with a stiff neck: "You are so cowardly every time you are scared, why are you so arrogant when you see me?"

Ye Ying raised her eyelids, and looked at him condescendingly: "After all, he is a fairy with magic power, are you?"

Zuo Huai: ...

Is bullying the weak and fearing the hard all so righteous now?

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"Can you really do it yourself?"

Tao Zi asked anxiously on the other end of the phone: "Your mental state... I'm really worried."

"It's okay, my parents will fly to see me later."

Ye Ying comforted herself while cooking for herself: "There is only a dozen or so days in between, what can happen?"

Tao Zi was still worried, but she couldn't hold her back, so she had to give up.

After cooking, Ye Ying brought all the food to the living room, turned on the TV, and chose a comedy movie for dinner.

The living room was filled with the sound coming from the TV, and while she was eating and watching, she giggled from time to time.

Just when he saw the funniest part, a shadow flickered out of the corner of his eye. Ye Ying raised her head suddenly, her eyes raised.

The ceiling is empty, except for the soft white light of the ceiling lamp.

Ye Ying breathed a sigh of relief, secretly laughing at her nervousness.

It was only then that she realized that although she was watching a movie, she was actually listening to the changes around her tensely.

Damn weasel, Ye Ying took a bite of the meatloaf.

He made her look like a snake, and she was frightened. If it wasn't for the weasel being a protected animal, she would have to smack him all over the face.

...But it's just thinking about it, just like what she said before - after all, Huang Xize is a high-spirited wolf who has lived for an indefinitely long time, and every time she dares to use her anger to find Zuo Huai to scatter the raft.

Ye Ying turned her gaze back to watch the movie, forcing herself to ignore her uneasiness.

But I don't know what's going on, there is always a slightly shaking shadow in my peripheral vision, as if the thrown rope ring is still hanging on the ceiling lamp.

Even though she told herself over and over again that this was an illusion, Ye Ying still felt creepy.

But when I thought that it was made by weasels, the horror was reduced a lot.

Oh, man—no, male wolf.

It's just a trick to get my attention.

Ye Ying calmed down a little, took a shower and went to bed after killing time.

Before going to bed, she meditated for a second, then ran to the door and brought the protective shovel to the bed, and then fell asleep peacefully.

Not long after, half of Ye Ying's foot stepped into the dreamland.

She feels light in her body. The dream is like water, supporting her to levitate. Just a second before entering the dream country, there was the sound of thumping footsteps, as if a child was running around the house.

The faint sound of bells rang out accompanied by the giggling of children, with an empty echo. The sound surrounds her three-dimensionally at 360 degrees, surrounding her bedside.

Ye Ying frowned in deep sleepiness, what the **** is this weasel doing?

She resisted the heavy sleepiness and struggled to open her eyes, and her eyes naturally fell on the floor.

It was empty, and there were no children at all.

Just as Ye Ying relaxed her heart, a burst of laughter exploded in her ears like thunder in the silent night!

She trembled all over, turned over and lay on her back suddenly, and saw something crouching on the dim ceiling.

It was a... at first glance it looked like a spider, but it was huge.

Ye Ying's consciousness came back, her eyes gradually focused, and she finally saw the appearance of that thing clearly.

There are no normal muscle curves on the huge but skinny twisted body, only the valgus ribs are clearly visible, and there are eight thin and lonely...

leg.

There are no arms, only short, toddler-like legs with bent knees, and the bony soles of the feet are firmly planted on the ceiling as if they are sticky.

Ye Ying opened her mouth, but didn't make any sound.

The eight legs are arranged on both sides of the torso, and at each end of the torso, there is a sarcoma-like head of a young child.

They are staring at her.