Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

The Xu family is one of the wealthy families in Chi City. The Xu couple has two sons, the eldest son Xu Zhuo and the younger son Xu Yanqing.

The Xu couple is a model couple in the circle. They are still in love after many years of marriage and they also pay great attention to the upbringing of their children.

Such a peaceful life should have continued, but perhaps from the moment the name "Xu Yanqing" appeared, the Xu family could no longer continue their peaceful life.

No one knew why the Xu couple gave their youngest son such a name, but it was just the same name as a treacherous prime minister, so it was no big deal.

The real incident started when Xu Yanqing fell down the stairs.

Xu Yanqing always liked to talk to himself, and others just thought he was a child entertaining himself, and no one paid much attention until the ten-year-old Xu Yanqing woke up in the hospital, crying and saying that his "mysterious friend" pushed him down the stairs. Only then did the adults realize that there seemed to be something wrong with this child.

From his description, people learned that the "mysterious friend" he mentioned was a ghost.

This is ridiculous and no one believes it. They would rather believe that the child has mental illness at such a young age.

People advised the Xu family to send him to the hospital for treatment, but the Xu couple were unwilling to do so, firmly believing that their child was not mentally ill.

This seemed to be true, because various supernatural events occurred in the Xu family and they encountered many unexpected events.

So people came to another conclusion: he was the reincarnation of a treacherous prime minister and was getting his retribution.

As Xu Yanqing grew older, the supernatural events became more frequent and more serious. He seemed to be ill, and his face was always pale and sickly.

Finally, when Xu Yanqing was fifteen years old, he took the initiative to move out of the Xu residence, and the Xu family suddenly became peaceful.

Gu Ling frowned: "He was only fifteen years old at that time, how could he take care of himself?"

Wang Daniu curled his lips: "Can a rich man let himself be wronged?"

The Xu family bought him a house, never lacked his money, hired a nanny to come and cook for them regularly, and would occasionally ask Xu Yanqing to stay at their house for a while.

But Xu Yanqing would only agree once or twice out of ten times.

Xu Xiang's reincarnation was really as miserable as the original owner had worried.

Gu Ling thought about his past life and felt a little emotional. Too many people died in the Shura War.

In this life, Xu Yanqing's extremely yang constitution and the sins he committed in his previous life made him an abnormal attractor of ghosts, but it was precisely his extremely yang constitution that helped him suppress his resentment.

However, as I get older, this physical condition can no longer be suppressed.

If the Xu family had not been wealthy, and if Xu Yanqing had not met many heavenly masters in recent years because of Xu Yanqing, Xu Yanqing might not have been able to grow up peacefully.

The world is full of ghosts, and Gu Ling can't always be by his side to protect him. What should he do if he encounters danger?

Gu Ling was frowning, worried that the target of his mission might die midway. His eyes caught sight of Wang Daniu who was happily gossiping.

She had an idea and she wanted to say it now.

"this……"

"Wang Daniu."

"Xiao Wang, I have a difficult task for you. Will you let me down?"

Wang Daniu secretly took a step back: "Sir, I am just a 50-year-old ghost. I can't fight."

"Help me protect someone." Gu Ling took out a ghost bead, "This is for you."

Ghosts can directly absorb ghost beads to increase their strength.

And this ghost bead can directly transform him from a top-ranking ghost soldier (seventh-rank heavenly master) to a middle-ranking ghost messenger (fifth-rank heavenly master).

Wang Daniu took a step forward, stood straight, and gave an awkward salute: "I promise to complete the task!"

……

In the office, the old professor looked at Gu Ling who looked well-behaved in front of him, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

He looked through the review in his hand again, his expression indescribable.

The writing is beautiful, the words are gorgeous, the emotions are sincere, and this is the content...

If you say it is a review of an art exhibition, it is clearly written by a person; if you say it is not a review, it is indeed a record of what the person saw and heard at the art exhibition.

It’s hard to review. It’s too hard to review.

Gu Ling was annoyed by the old professor's hesitation, so she took the initiative to say, "Professor, if you have something to say, just tell me directly."

The professor put down his 5,000-word review and sighed inexplicably: "I know that the students in your department admire Xu Yanqing very much. It is understandable that you are a little excited to see him. But you can't write 4,000 words about Xu Yanqing in your 5,000-word review, right?"

To be honest, she was really writing about the works in the art exhibition, but as she was writing it just... went a little off track.

Just as I started to review the movie last night, Wang Daniu rushed in. After hearing about Xu Yanqing's story, Gu Ling's mind was full of the pale and gloomy young man at the art exhibition.

You can't blame her for this! She was originally planning to paint a picture of white plum blossoms. The debate between the young and the old at the art exhibition was so interesting, so is there anything wrong with her writing about this?

Xu Yanqing is her mission target. He has a miserable life, is frail, and is good-looking. Is there anything wrong with her paying a little more attention to him?

completely fine!

So Gu Ling said confidently: "You didn't say that we can't write about people!"

Old professor: “…” What a sharp-tongued girl.

Gu Ling thought back to what the old professor had just said and felt a little strange: "Eh? What do you mean? Is Xu Yanqing famous?"

Wang Daniu mainly told her about Xu Yanqing's family situation and didn't say anything else.

Gu Ling's shamelessness and the 4,000-word description of Xu Yanqing's impressions of the art exhibition made the old professor not believe at all that she didn't know Xu Yanqing, and he just thought she was playing crazy.

So he stuffed the review into Gu Ling's arms and pushed Gu Ling out with an impatient look on his face. He shook his head: "Humph! Young people nowadays never speak the truth."

Gu Ling put the review he had worked so hard to write all night into his schoolbag and walked along the small path in the school, thinking that he would ask about Xu Yanqing's matter when he returned home in the evening.

She was thinking about Xu Yanqing in her heart, when she suddenly saw in the distance a malice as thick as black fog that ordinary people could not see, as well as the same resentment as herself.

It is the golden autumn, and the red maples planted on both sides of the school road are just like the red flowers in March, extremely warm and brilliant.

There was a shallow layer of fallen leaves on the ground, and on top of the leaves was a boy curled up, holding his stomach and wailing in pain.

Standing next to him was a young man with pale complexion and gloomy temperament. It was Xu Yanqing.

He lowered his head slightly to look at the boy. His slightly long hair covered most of his forehead. His light-colored lips were tightly pursed. His expressionless face made him look unapproachable.

The sunlight clearly shone through the branches of the tree and fell on him, but it seemed to be blocked by something and could not touch him at all.

Ordinary people couldn't see it, but Gu Ling could clearly see the thick resentment like a terrible demon, which completely enveloped Xu Yanqing and made his figure almost invisible.

So much so that he was clearly standing in the sun, but he looked as if he had just returned from hell.

Those resentments were tempting the evil thoughts deep in his heart.

However, are these grievances too heavy?

Gu Ling trotted over and grabbed Xu Yanqing's wrist. The moment their wrists touched, the resentment in him suddenly calmed down like a mouse meeting a cat.

Only the strong malice was exposed in front of Gu Ling without any cover.

Gu Ling pretended not to notice and gave him a standard bright smile showing eight teeth: "What a coincidence!"

a few minutes ago.