It hurts to smash a ghost with gold

In the narrow space of the elevator, sharp black lines were drawn.

Liang Yueyang sighed softly and took a step back, suddenly raised his eyes sparkling brightly, opened his hands, his figure flashed forward, and instantly held the two delicate necks firmly in his hands, and then suddenly pressed down on the ground.

The mother and daughter looked blankly at the light on the top of the elevator, and their bodies slid lightly to the ground.

A dark mist oozes from Liang Yueyang's palm. He squats halfway, clamping the necks of the two of them, and his voice is faint, as if he is a little regretful: "I won't listen to what I said."

The young mother's hair was disheveled, and she subconsciously held Liang Yueyang's throat-locking wrist, staring straight at his face, as if looking at a friend she knew: "When I saw you, why didn't you follow?"

"Crack-"

The elevator suddenly tilted to one side, Liang Yueyang frowned, looked at the woman hesitantly, and said to himself: "You didn't do it."

With a louder "click", the elevator turned even more violently, and the entire space was tilted by an arc.

Liang Yueyang let go of his hand, feeling the infinite pressure from above the elevator, cut off in annoyance, and stopped paying attention to the movements of the mother and daughter, looked at the numbers flashing on the screen on the ninth and tenth floors, and took out his phone in frustration.

At this moment, the phone buzzed.

"Hello." Liang Yueyang replied weakly.

Yun Mao's voice was hoarse with exhaustion and shortness of breath: "Brother, don't worry about other things, come down and take care of this crazy man."

Through Yun Mao's voice, Qiao Jin's panting voice appeared from time to time, mixed with swear words and muffled sounds.

"I can't control him anymore." Liang Yueyang tapped the elevator with his toes, his voice muffled, "The elevator is broken, find someone to fix it."

"???" Yun Mao was silent for a moment, and the scene was a little awkward.

There was no one else around, Liang Yueyang covered his forehead in embarrassment, but his voice was calm: "I'm stuck between the ninth floor and the tenth floor."

Yun Mao took a big breath and let it out: "I'm so busy." In addition to serious work and filming, he had to watch the crazy Qiao Jin and rescue the owner in the elevator.

"I'll let this lunatic go to the ninth floor to accompany you." Yun Mao made a quick decision, and the voice of his conversation with Qiao Jin came out faintly, "Hey, you go to the ninth floor, don't run away here!"

"What?" Qiao Jin's voice was getting closer and closer to the microphone, "I need someone to accompany me when I'm stuck in the elevator, he's claustrophobic?"

"No!" Yun Mao replied fiercely, "You are an eyesore here, hurry up."

Then hang up or not?Liang Yueyang looked at the screen of the phone hesitantly, the faint light hit his face very penetrating.

"Hello." Jokin's breathless and panting voice came into the microphone.

Liang Yueyang gave an absent-minded "hmm".

"I thought you were omnipotent, and you were tripped before going up the stairs?" Qiao Jin joked.

"You're panting like you've been beaten." Liang Yueyang replied calmly.

Qiao Jin clicked his tongue: "Don't sound so cold. Are you claustrophobic? This thing seems quite scary."

"No." Liang Yueyang took a deep breath, trying to relax his tone, trying to soften his tone.

Hearing this deep breath in Qiaojin's ears, the meaning becomes more thought-provoking, or is it a dead tsundere who doesn't like being decent?Well, let's not break it down.

Qiao Jin's "kind" Ba La La opened the chatter box: "This staircase is quite beautiful, but each step is too short, I can directly step on three spaces."

"Yeah." Liang Yueyang listened to each sentence, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere was quite good. Usually, there was nothing to talk about, and there was no nonsense. Now in this situation of doing nothing, it's not bad to hear people talking nonsense.

"I didn't say that, there are too many dusty things." After climbing six or seven flights of stairs, Qiaojin's tone was already unstable, and the content of the chat began to tend to complain.

Liang Yueyang was startled, holding the phone, suddenly remembered something, turned around with an innocent face...forgot that there was another pair here.

The mother and daughter looked as usual, and they were whispering for a long time, but Liang Yueyang didn't notice it at all. He chuckled, that's right, at night, he was already comparable to a ghost.

"Did you see a lot?" Liang Yueyang questioned, "Be careful to avoid it."

"I won't avoid it anymore." Qiao Jin began to lisp, as if he was talking with an egg in his mouth.

Liang Yueyang touched his eyelids: "Why?"

"Can't avoid it!" Qiao Jin gritted his teeth and replied, a muffled sound came from the microphone, accompanied by a huge friction sound.

Listening to a series of sound effects, Liang Yueyang pondered for two seconds: "...are you beating them?"

Qiao Jin's voice was more muffled, and his nasal sound was also very obvious. He breathed out a sigh of relief: "Yes, we have reached the ninth floor."

How come there are so many of them all of a sudden?Liang Yueyang frowned, as I said before, with so many people and so much yang energy, ghosts should not gather in this kind of place.

"Come to the elevator." Liang Yueyang instructed.

Qiao Jin smiled and said: "Of course, I was here to accompany you. Who knows when the professional cat will be looking for will arrive, so please bear with it."

Liang Yueyang also had no intention of correcting his misunderstanding of himself, with a serious voice: "Stand in front of the elevator and look at the gap in the middle."

After finishing speaking, he squatted down and stretched out his hand to stick to the gap below, the dark mist slowly moved in the palm of his hand.

"Did you see anything?" Liang Yueyang asked softly.

Qiao Jin stood outside the elevator, above the silver elevator door, some silver-gray things gradually seeped out. Compared with those fuzzy gray ghosts, this mist was clear and specific. He was slightly curious, but not afraid at all. He reached out and grabbed a handful: "I see, the silver-gray gas."

The mist wrapped around Jojin's wrist, slowly diluted, the color was close to nothingness, and then spread flat along the curve of the body.

"It seems to be attached to the outside of my body?" Jokin asked, observing his big hand, "but it's too rare to be seen."

Liang Yueyang chuckled: "It's fine if you don't suck it in."

"What are these strange things?" Qiao Jin muttered, and suddenly his tone rose, "Huh, so fast? It seems that someone is coming."

Liang Yueyang didn't expect people to be so fast, so he raised his eyebrows and replied "Yes".Just as he was about to speak, the phone made a high-pitched sound, which hurt people's brains.

Lifting the phone far away with cold eyes, Liang Yueyang exuded absolute coercion, with his back to the mother and daughter, his voice was cold: "Finally can't take it anymore?"