It hurts to smash a ghost with gold

Liang Yueyang stopped suddenly, raised his eyelids slightly, and slowly raised his neck. The floors were deeply imprinted in his dark pupils: "How many floors are there here?"

"Huh?" Unexpectedly, he suddenly said such a digression, and Qiao Jin was stunned for a moment, "All the way to the nineteenth floor. There is a second floor below."

"Floor 21." Liang Yueyang spit out the number slowly, turned around and looked at the lively crew, frowning, "Do you need to use so many?"

Why did the topic get farther and farther away, Qiao Jin pouted: "It's not necessary at all, at most five or six floors, and another building will be used for the distant view."

"Is this building managed?" Liang Yueyang continued to walk towards the lounge, "Is there any accommodation above?"

"There seems to be management. There is also a hotel up there," Qiao Jin shrugged. "The leading actors like Yun Mao live in famous places. In this building, there are little famous actors who live with the team. personnel."

Liang Yueyang was quite surprised: "What about you?"

"I didn't expect you to be a chatterbox." Qiao Jin squinted, suppressed a smile, put his palm on the door, and tilted his head to look at the man, "Here we are."

Liang Yueyang bit her inner lip with her teeth, and said expressionlessly, "Go in."

The lounge is full of fish and dragons, and there is no lock. Because it is still a busy working time, the lounge is still deserted.

Qiao Jin tugged at his collar, pretending to be a little hot, opened the door to find an empty seat, and searched for Zeng Feiwen's location by the way.

Liang Yueyang followed behind, closed his eyes and shook them slightly, then opened them again, everything in front of him was slightly different, and he saw the different colors in it at a glance.

"he?"

The man's voice was deep, and Qiao Jin followed Liang Yueyang's gaze to see Zeng Feiwen who was shrunk into a ball. He was startled, looked back at him, and hurried forward.

Zeng Fei's text is thin, and his body is even more inconspicuous when curled up.He was lying alone on the messy floor with no one else around him, looking pitiful and helpless.

"Hello!" Qiao Jin straightened Zeng Feiwen who was reclined, flattened his convulsed legs, and was about to slap his cheek when the man with his eyes closed struggled with his hands, the veins on the back of his hands bursting, he opened his eyes suddenly, and the whole body The eyes are all pale.

Liang Yueyang's eyes were sharp for a moment, he grabbed Qiao Jin's shoulder with his left hand and pulled it back, and his right hand stepped forward to grab the man's raised wrist extremely quickly.

The pale hand stood two inches in front of his eyes. Qiao Jin blinked, and calmly pressed Zeng Feiwen's hand back to his abdomen. He looked at the tired people around him, but he didn't notice this situation, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?" What's the matter?"

"Does he just live in this building?" Liang Yueyang squatted behind Qiao Jin, the two of them were almost close to each other, and the gap between the two could be seen when the chest throbbed when talking.

Qiao Jin's face turned bitter for a moment: "You don't mean that there is something wrong with this building, do you? There are so many men, and the yang energy is so strong, ghosts don't dare to make trouble. He should live here."

"Look at the skin color." Liang Yueyang pointed his finger on the man's wrist, and the skin of the two immediately showed a difference.

Zeng Feiwen's skin was pale with crimson red, and the redness was still intermittent, as if the blood had coagulated under the skin piece by piece.

"Why didn't you send him to the hospital?" Liang Yueyang said in a serious tone.

Qiao Jin sighed: "He said it's not serious, rest and rest, everyone is busy, so no one will take care of it. Is it finished now?"

"Wait." Liang Yueyang touched his eyelids, put his fingers together, and tapped on Zeng Feiwen's palm, slowly pulling out a red branch.

"Is it really contagious?" Qiaojin clenched his teeth and hugged his chin, and shook hands with him himself, aggrieved.

After the branch hovered for a long time, a small Bianhua flower appeared. Qiaojin gave a slight snort. The shape of the flower was very incomplete, as if it had been bitten by a dog.

Liang Yueyang's eyes dimmed, and he stared at the little ghost at the end of the flower. He was a child of thirteen or fourteen, and was biting the flower tightly. A translucent head protruded from the man's palm. His eyes did not have the innocence that a child should have. On the contrary, it was crazy.

The big sun beside him was full of yang energy, Liang Yueyang waved his hand to signal him to back away, Qiao Jin raised his eyebrows and followed the gesture back and forth, muttering in his heart.

Without hesitation, Liang Yueyang quickly grabbed the little ghost by the neck, and pulled his body out of the man's palm. The little ghost let out a tragic howl, with a sharp and ear-piercing voice.The people around did not perceive it, and Liang Yueyang among them just gave the little ghost a cool look.

Qiao Jin's eyes were piercing. He saw Zeng Feiwen's body startled, and his skin and expression seemed to be instantly tainted with life, and he was no longer a pool of stagnant water. The man who stood up was obviously holding something in his hand, so he couldn't see it.

"Is it going to fall again?" Qiao Jin was secretly laughing, when Liang Yueyang turned his head and looked at him with intriguing eyes, and then walked over step by step.

The little ghost in his hand didn't have a normal mind at all, and was extremely stupid. That is to say, his soul was incomplete, and it was considered quite lucky to have a ghost shape.

"Just take it away." Qiao Jin recalled the scene where the man held the fish and walked towards him, his arm hurt, he smiled flatteringly, "Don't come near me."

"You force me to ask." Liang Yueyang raised his arms and pointed the kid at Qiao Jin's face.Yang Qi, a good torture tool for extorting confessions.

The corner of Qiao Jin's mouth twitched, looking at the cloud of air in front of him, the Bian Hua floating in the air, his fingers staring at Liang Yueyang became cross-eyed.

He shot the man with dissatisfied eyes: "At least tell me what is this thing in front of me? A Lycoris? Or a weasel?"

He really can't see it?I didn't see the ghost I met with Mao Mao, why did I see it last time?

Liang Yueyang calmed down for a while and replied calmly, "A little devil, looks like a human being."

good words.Qiao Jin rolled his eyes and completed the task in a quick tone: "...Where did you come from, why do you want to possess?"

Liang Yueyang moved his hand forward a lot in an instant.The scorching breath made the little ghost howl, he yelled twice, but his eyes fixed on Qiaojin dreamily, as if he saw something he liked, he opened his mouth, and his hands relaxed, and the other shore flower was light and leisurely. He slid down to the ground, and his body moved forward by two points.

This was beyond Liang Yueyang's expectation. When the kid moved, he burst out with astonishing power in an instant, and was caught off guard and almost threw himself on Qiao Jin's body.

A trace of surprise flashed in Liang Yueyang's eyes. He frowned and made a quick decision. He raised his wrist, pressed his palm against the kid's back, and clasped his palms together.

The little ghost smirked and looked deeply at Qiao Jin, but unfortunately he didn't rush forward, and the ghostly body had dissipated into nothingness in an instant.

Bianhua was lying on the ground softly, and a big clenched fist was close to his eyes, Qiaojin couldn't imagine what happened in just a few seconds, he asked in a daze: "What's the situation? "