I heard that Chen Chang'an would resume normal work after the weekend. Dao Nian's staff members all tried to keep him, and his enthusiastic attitude wanted Chen Chang'an to live here and not leave from now on.

"Mr. Chen, there are so many rooms here, the environment is good, the air is good, and there are many ingredients you like to eat. How many more days do you want to stay?" Liu Mao asked Chen Changan to count the benefits of living here, and he just reached out and pressed Chen Changan to the spot.

"Mr. Liu, I'll come here next time. We all live in the same city anyway, not far away." When we came, Chen Chang'an had empty hands, but when he left, he had a few more sets of clothes and a large bag of melons, flesh and vegetables. His behavior was the standard autumn wind.

"Although it's not far, you will definitely be reluctant to leave you if you leave."

"I have contact with Dao Nian every day, so I will come to play with him on weekends." After Chen Chang'an said this, he looked up at the corridor on the second floor, and the silent Dao Nian, "Is it right, Dao Nian?"

Daonian stared at him for a few seconds: "Come up."

Chen Chang'an ran upstairs in small steps and squatted in front of Dao Nian: "What's wrong?"

A silver men's necklace was worn around his neck, and Dao Nian took back his hand: "Birthday gift."

"My birthday is..." Chen Changan was stunned. Since his parents passed away, he has been celebrating his birthday in the Gregorian calendar because he can't remember the lunar calendar day, and no one deliberately helped him remember it. He was about to say that his birthday was not these few days, but suddenly he remembered that the lunar calendar birthday was this month.

He took out his mobile phone calendar and checked it. Two days later it was his lunar birthday.

"Thank you..." The necklace was a little cold against the neck. Chen Changan looked up at Daonian with a gentle smile, "Daonian, thank you."

Dao Nian didn't know what to say, but seeing Chen Chang'an's eyes shining, he reached out and touched his hair: "Come back early tonight, stay here in my place these two days."

"Ah?" Chen Chang'an was stunned. Is this what he meant to keep him?

"Let's go after your birthday." Dao Nian turned his head and swept the people downstairs with his eyes, "There are many people and the bustling ones."

"This, will this be too troublesome for everyone?" Chen Changan felt a little embarrassed. He celebrated his birthday but kept worrying about his friends. This seemed inappropriate?

"No trouble, no trouble." Liu Mao downstairs shook his head tactfully, "We all hope that Mr. Chen will stay here for a while."

Dao Nian raised her chin and looked at Chen Chang'an.

Chen Changan instantly understood what he meant. He was saying, "Look, they don't feel troublesome."

After understanding, Chen Changan suddenly laughed out loud and hit Daonian's knee with his forehead: "Dao Nian, why are you so cute?"

Daonian blinked, and seemed not very clear about where he was "cute".

Seeing him like this, Chen Changan suddenly laughed out loud, got up, turned downstairs, walked to the door and turned back to see Dao Nian sitting in the corridor looking at him, and waved at him: "I will come back early tonight."

Dao Nian withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened, as if he had just glanced around it.

As for Liu Mao, he quickly took away the placards that Chen Chang'an had packed, for fear that after Chen Chang'an saw it, he thought it would be better to live back home.

After Chen Chang'an left, the door slowly closed and the room returned to its usual quiet appearance.

The soft carpet turned into clouds, the spiral stairs turned into cloud steps in the void, and even the crystal lamp on the ceiling lost its hanging pillars, turning into fist-sized stars, floating quietly in the air.

"Sir, the plague ghost has gone south and may pass by Wuming City." Liu Mao stood solemnly, "The human monk once set up an altar and asked the Nuo God to help."

"The God of Nuo?" Dao Nian seemed to be thinking, what kind of god is this.

"The Nuo God is a priest who specializes in treating epidemic ghosts. Since the last Nuo God disappeared a hundred years ago, no new god has been born." Liu Mao smiled awkwardly, "Although there are still rituals to worship Nuo God in the world, most of them are displayed in literary and artistic form, and do not have much faith power, so it is difficult to give birth to a new god."

Daonian stretched out his hand and showed many pictures in the air, including doctors working overtime to rescue patients, scientific researchers who studied data, businessmen who invested in drug research, countless experimental platforms and medical devices.

"They can do better on their own." Dao Nian clicked one of the pictures, the elderly and weak woman wearing a ventilator and writing the experimental formula with her trembling hands, and several young people crying quietly around her.

They called this old man "teacher".

The index finger pointed at the scene, and the picture disappeared. Dao Nian looked at Liu Mao and the others standing in front of him, "Do you understand?"

Liu Mao was silent.

"Humans are very smart and do not need gods as you imagined." Dao Nian closed his eyes, his face so exquisite that he could not find flaws was full of indifference and ruthlessness. "Maybe, some gods need humans even more."

The room was quiet. When everyone raised their heads, there was no Dao Nian in the corridor. Everyone was a little puzzled. Is this saying that humans are cold and ruthless and don’t need gods, and then they leave the gods behind. Or do they feel that some gods are incompetent. If they are not needed by humans, they cannot even maintain their divine bodies?

As soon as he returned to the office, Shen Changan received cordial condolences from his colleagues. Even Chen Panpan, who likes to eat snacks, generously shared with him a few packs.

However, Aunt Juan, who usually dresses herself up in a delicate manner, looks a little in good spirits today, and even putting on makeup can't cover up the fatigue around her.

Seeing Shen Changan coming in, Gao Shujuan reached out and stuffed a lucky bag to him: "Come on, this is what I brought back from my hometown. You each have one, I have brought it with you these days."

Shen Changan took it, put the lucky bag in his jacket, and said to Gao Shujuan: "Thank you, Aunt Juan, for being so busy, and still thinking about us. You just came back from your hometown. Do you want to take a few more days off?"

"How can I have time to rest..." Gao Shujuan smiled bitterly, and was about to say something, but suddenly noticed something. She looked at Shen Changan carefully, "Have you encountered something in Changan these days?"

"I'm angry when talking about this. Chang'an is crazy." Chen Panpan told Gao Shujuan the best incident that happened a few days ago, "Are you angry about this kind of scum?"

Gao Shujuan wanted to speak but stopped, and met Shen Changan's gaze. After a while, he nodded: "It's quite annoying. If I were here, I would have to scold his ancestors for crying."

"We definitely can't compare to your skills." Chen Panpan nodded repeatedly. Although Aunt Juan wiped the table at the department for nothing now and told you about life chicken soup, when she was doing women and children's security work, she once criticized countless scumbags so much that she almost committed suicide and apologized.

It is said that because she was too sharp and complained many times, she was assigned to their civil service department and lived a peaceful life.

But these are all rumors, and she has never seen the live version, so it is difficult to judge whether it is true or not.

Before we could talk a few times, the police station called and said that we would go to the meeting point soon and allocate patrol routes and time in a unified manner.

Due to insufficient staffing, not only these departments, but also the street office seconded the staffing, and everyone rushed to the gathering square to receive the work operation process sheet and work sign.

Since today is Halloween Eve, the above specifically explained that everyone should work hard today and work overtime.

The patrol was divided into two groups, most of which were matched by men and women. Chen Chang'an and Gao Shujuan were in the same group, mainly responsible for a bus route in the suburbs. After 9 o'clock in the evening, the bus stopped and went to a nearby square with a large traffic flow to meet Ding Yang and Chen Panpan.

The bus company is very happy. In recent years, Halloween has become popular in China. This was a good thing, which means that everyone has a wealthy life and has time to entertain free money. However, due to the different concepts of the older generation and the younger generation, there have been many conflicts. Now the government has specially arranged staff to help their work, and of course they applauded and welcomed them.

Wuming City is not very large, except for rush hours, the bus is not very crowded. Seeing that Aunt Juan's face was really not good, Chen Chang'an was worried that her body would not be able to bear it, so he asked her to sit in the back seat to rest. He came to be responsible for the main supervision work.

Until the afternoon, nothing happened to them. Although some young people dressed up for the holidays, there was nothing out of the ordinary. A girl dressed up as a faceless man came to him to take a photo, because he was too handsome.

After spending most of the day, Chen Chang'an and Aunt Juan took advantage of the bus driver's time in the evening to eat noodles at a nearby noodle restaurant. Halfway through the meal, he suddenly remembered that there were still people waiting for him to go home for dinner today, so he quickly took out his cell phone to call Dao Nian.

"I won't come back tonight."

"I didn't make an appointment with anyone to have dinner. I had to work overtime at night and I could not come back late at night."

"Don't wait for me, go to bed early, remember to drink a glass of milk an hour before going to bed."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Changan saw Aunt Juan sitting opposite him looking at him with a smile, and was a little confused: "Aunt Juan, what are your eyes?"

"I thought you didn't have a girlfriend at a young age, but I didn't expect that there were people at home waiting for you to go back. Nowadays, young people are really amazing." Gao Shujuan gave him a thumbs up, "Take your girlfriend with you next time for dinner and let her wait for you to go back alone."

Chen Changan was stunned for a while before he reacted, and said with a hilarious and hilarious voice: "Aunt Juan, you misunderstood. I have lived in a friend's house in the past few days. I had an appointment to have dinner with him in the evening, but I didn't know that I had to work overtime tonight, so I must tell him in advance."

"friend?"

"Yes, my friend." Chen Chang'an poured some jealousy into the face, "But if he is willing to come for dinner in the future, I want to bring him with me."

When Chen Chang'an thought of Dao Nian's empty house, he was always worried and tried his best to make Dao Nian find some fun in life.

"So that's the case." Gao Shujuan apologized and said, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood."

"It's okay, you care about me too." Chen Chang'an was eating noodles in big mouthfuls. The noodles in this small street noodle restaurant tasted average, but he was really hungry, so he ate a bowl of noodles clean.

When I walked out of the noodle shop, Gao Shujuan asked: "I came to work today and found that the leaves of the tree in the yard were falling more and more severely. Panpan said that the tree seemed to have some disease?"

When Chen Chang'an heard Aunt Juan talk about this, he felt a little guilty. How could he tell Aunt Juan that this old tree that had been growing for hundreds of years was slapped like this by him. Even if he said that, others would probably not believe it.

He touched his nose: "Maybe it is, in addition, autumn is prone to leaves falling off, so it looks a little more serious. Maybe it will slowly return to normal after spring next year."

"You're right." Gao Shujuan lowered her eyelids. She observed here for half a year and found that the tree had a profound cultivation level and could even transform into a human form. So even if she found that the tree had detained the soul and spirit of a living person, she did not dare to take action rashly. Just when she finally understood the habits of this tree demon and was about to ask her colleagues to help save the soul and spirit, she found that the soul of the living person hidden in the heart of the tree was gone.

She thought her soul had been swallowed by the tree, but the next day it was reported that Sun Jia's mind had returned to normal. At that time, she suspected that Chen Chang'an had taken action to rescue his soul. After all, many demons and ghosts who have taken the serious path of cultivation dare not provoke him.

But she soon discovered that Chen Chang'an did not believe in the sayings of ghosts and gods, which meant that he had no idea that there was a monster under the office building, nor did he know how to subdue monsters and ghosts. Since that was the case, how could he bring Sun Jia's soul back from the tree demon?

So, which master who has never made a name for good deeds?

If possible, can this master do good things again, such as eliminating the plague ghost?

After following the bus for a day, Chen Chang'an rushed to the square with Gao Shujuan, head-heavy and lightweight. He watched many businesses around the square conducting Halloween promotions, and shook his head: "These businesses really wish they could celebrate the festival every day."

"Anyway, the businessman is happy, as long as the consumer is happy." Gao Shujuan saw Chen Chang'an's face pale, "Chang'an, if you are tired, let's find a place to sit for a while?"

"I'm fine, but after taking the bus for a long time, my mind is a little shaking." Chen Changan rubbed his temples, "I haven't wanted to squeeze into the bus in the past month."

In the square, some children were dressed up as little wizards by their parents, and ran around with their staff, like moving short winter melons, which were quite cute.

Chen Chang'an had just walked two steps when a fat little boy suddenly stretched out his magic wand and pointed at Chen Chang'an: "Turn into a pumpkin."

"Ah, I've become a pumpkin!" Chen Chang'an cooperated and squatted down, spreading his hands to pretend that it was the pumpkin leaves on the pumpkin. "This great wizard, when did you turn me into a human?"

The little fat man laughed out loud, put his little hand behind him, and walked around Chen Chang'an: "Okay, for your poor sake, I will let you recover from adulthood."

"Thank you, the great wizard." Chen Chang'an stood up and saw that the little fat man's parents were about to come and thank him. He reached out and waved his hand, indicating that they didn't have to come over and turned around and walked towards the center of the square.

In the middle of the square, I don’t know which merchant was doing a promotion, so I invited some folk artists to sing and dance on it. There were people watching the fun all around. Among these audiences, some people dressed as animals, some people dressed as Nie Xiaoqian, and some people dressed as Zhu Bajie, and many children touched their stomachs.

Therefore, no matter what festival is spread to China, the Chinese can enjoy their own interests.

After finally finding Ding Yang and the others in the noisy crowd, Chen Changan saw Ding Yang’s face pale and looked seriously damaged: “What’s wrong with you?”

"Carsick." Chen Panpan said helplessly, "In the afternoon, the passengers in the car were cared for all the way, and a 70-year-old man gave up his seat."

"I don't usually do this, but I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable in the afternoon. Maybe I have a cold." In order to prove that I am a weak chicken with only five combat power, Ding Yang quickly said, "I didn't even dizzy when I took the speed of Chang'an, let alone the bus."

"Speed, what kind of speed?" Chen Changan looked at Ding Yang with an innocent look on his face, "I don't know."

Ding Yang: "..."

Chen Chang'an, I didn't expect you to be such a person.
To be continued...