After Bai Yueguang disappeared, I was forced to become a ghost hunter

Seeing him turn around, Zhang Xingke raised the corners of his mouth and smiled through the glass. He smiled in a nonchalant way, with one shoulder leaning half against the glass, standing still.He pointed to the door and signaled Rong Zhen to open it for him, it seemed that yesterday's unhappiness had sunk the golden light on his body, and it had disappeared.Rong Zhen got up subconsciously, facing Mo Xiancong, who was looking worried, he realized that this was not his house.

"Mr. Rong is familiar with Young Master Zhang?" Mo Xiancong was an actor after all, and the displeasure flashed across his face just now.

"He helped me move here." Rong Zhen's answer was clever and ambiguous.

When Mo Xiancong heard this, he nodded, as if he had suddenly realized.

"What does this boy's expression mean, who is mocking who can't afford this house!" Zhao Yilong lay on the sofa, with his feet directly on the coffee table.

People are right.I can't afford it, not only I can't afford it, but you can't afford it either.Rong Zhen slandered a few words, and then saw Mo Xiancong get up to open the door.

Rong Zhen: "Why is he here?"

Zhao Yilong had a smirk on his face: "You have to ask him, maybe I miss you again."

Thinking of the awkward scene of the two of them yesterday, Rong Zhen couldn't laugh.

Zhao Yilong: "Why do you change your face as fast as that actor, I think you are very happy to see him just now?"

Rong Zhen was speechless, how could she tell that she was happy?

"Young Master Zhang is here today, what advice do you have?" Mo Xiancong led Zhang Xingke into the living room politely, he didn't see any unpleasantness just now, only polite.

Worthy of being an actor.

Zhang Xingke was impolite, and sat down next to Rong Zhen, no matter how close he was, then put his hand on Rong Zhen's shoulder cheaply, with a light touch, and quickly withdrew, allowing Rong Zhen this The kind of person who hates physical contact has no time to refuse.

"I saw my boyfriend at your house, so why don't you come in and protect him!" Zhang Xingke said, still out of tune as usual.

Rong Zhen's face turned red.

Fortunately, the film king turned around to pour water, so he didn't see it.

"Mr. Rong is your boyfriend?" Mo Xiancong smiled, this time feeling it was from the heart, "Stop kidding, Young Master Zhang, you are not in good shape all day long, don't harm other people's teachers."

He put the water in front of Zhang Xingke and sat down too.

Zhang Xingke collapsed on the sofa, "Why isn't it my boyfriend, it's my boyfriend! Otherwise, can I take over and live here, but I haven't seen him yet, but I let you see him first."

"I didn't know Mr. Rong still had this status. I'm offended."

The two of them chatted like they were very familiar.

Zhang Xingke: "Why did you trick my people into your home?"

Mo Xiancong said with a smile on his face, "I read the news recently, you, Teacher Rong, are very popular, you know me, and you like to ask God, such a powerful master, I can't invite you home, Light it up for me?"

Zhang Xingke: "The things in your house are so consecrated that they can reflect, so don't bother."

Zhao Yilong laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up, like watching a Korean drama.

Mo Xiancong: "The main reason is that I saw Teacher Rong himself for the first time yesterday, and I was amazed. It's a pity that such a handsome person doesn't enter the entertainment industry."

Zhang Xingke straightened up quickly after he had just collapsed, "That's no good, your circle is too chaotic, and it will lead our teacher Rong to death later."

Mo Xiancong: "Isn't your circle in chaos? It's the same everywhere."

Rong Zhen, who was teased back and forth, remained silent.

The two of them were at war with each other, and it sounded like they didn't know each other at this moment, but they seemed to have enmity.

After discussing swords in Huashan for more than 20 rounds, Mo Xiancong finally said, "Since Master Zhang is here, why don't you go around my room with Mr. Rong and see my new vase from the Qing Dynasty?"

Zhang Xingke: "Succeed, it's just that your things are too expensive, and I'm messy and broke them, so don't make me pay for them!"

Mo Xiancong smiled, stood up and greeted the two guests, "Then let's take a look first?"

Rong Zhen seemed to have received an amnesty, and finally stood up, the two of them were still arguing in front, Rong Zhen took a few steps back on purpose, Zhao Yilong leaned over, "The best actor is indeed the best actor, the front is polite, but the back is a firecracker!"

Rong Zhen thought to himself, maybe if everyone stays with Zhang Xingke, it will become a firecracker.

"Didn't you say that there is something wrong with the bedroom? Let's go and have a look." Rong Zhen followed Zhao Yilong, turned a corner, and gently shook off the two people in front of him.

Normally, only Mo Xiancong lives in such a big house. Although there are many bedrooms, most of them have no signs of living in them.The room that Zhao Yilong took Rong Zhen into was obviously used on a daily basis. The room smelled of cologne, and there were several nests of different shades on the bed that obviously someone had slept in.

This room has a good orientation, with a huge bay window, through which the sun shines through, making half of the room warm.

The decoration is the same as the living room, with a uniform frigid style.The milky white walls, the black wooden bed, and the navy blue bedding are the kind of navy blue with a gray tone, which looks very stylish.There is no bedside table in the room, so a shelf with the width of the bed is pressed above the head of the bed.

The floor is covered with a somewhat exotic carpet, connected to a separate bathroom, and a room with a closed door.

"Is it the cloakroom?" Rong Zhen felt something was wrong with this room.

He walked over and pressed the handle hard, and the door was locked from the inside.

locked room?in the bedroom?

Strange!

It was so strange, Rong Zhen peeped in through the crack of the door, the crack of the door was too narrow and pitch black, nothing could be seen.

"Things are here, where are you looking?" Zhao Yilong called him.

Rong Zhen turned his head, Zhao Yilong was floating beside the bed, pointing at the head of the bed.

"Here we come." Rong Zhen promised, by accident, he turned around and glanced at the crack of the door, and then he was stunned.

Inside there were two eyes staring at him.

Rong Zhen pressed the doorknob with his hand, sweating all over.

"What's the matter with you?" Seeing that Rong Zhen didn't move, Zhao Yilong flew over.

"Is there anything in here?" Rong Zhen pointed to the locked room.

"This room? No."

Zhao Yilong said no, logically speaking there was no.

However, there is no strange thing. Why should the door be locked in broad daylight?

"I said, can you grasp the key point and go over to see it quickly, and they will come in a while."

Rong Zhen was dragged by Zhao Yilong, walked to the bed, and saw the so-called interesting things at a glance.Hanging on the shelf next to the bed is an ethnic woven fabric that echoes the style of the carpet. It is something like a hydrangea. It is round and as big as an adult's head. The chain link pattern is very similar to the kind of souvenirs sold in tourist attractions.

"Yes, you can tell at a glance that there is something wrong with it." Zhao Yilong praised him.

Rong Zhen didn't answer for a moment, "Hush!" He told Zhao Yilong who was about to open his mouth again to shut up.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."

He heard it again, the voice he had just heard in the living room.It's the same voice, just a lot louder.

"Yeah... woo woo woo..."

echoed throughout the empty room.

Think of the eyes in the crack of the door just now.It's scary.

Rong Zhen grabbed the charm in his pocket again.

"You can hear it too?" Zhao Yilong floated across to Rong Zhen, still grinning, "Yes, you are better than Zhang Xingke, he can't hear you."

Seeing Zhao Yilong teasing, Rong Zhen guessed that there should be no danger, so he relaxed a little, "What's that sound?"

Zhao Yilong: "Are you listening?"

Rong Zhen shook her head, "I sound like a cat meowing, I asked just now, Mo Xiancong doesn't keep pets."

Zhao Yilong leaned over mysteriously, "There is a voice that sounds like a cat meowing, think again."

It was very similar to meowing. Rong Zhen felt that he lacked knowledge in this area, so he shook his head.

"Fool, you haven't heard of it... Does the cry of a baby sound like a kitten?" Zhao Yilong was very proud that Rong Zhen couldn't figure it out, and Chen Ken persuaded, "Watch more TV dramas to gain knowledge."

Ignoring Zhao Yilong's provocation, Rong Zhen's heart skipped a beat.

"Baby screams!"

He himself doesn't have the opportunity to get in touch with the baby, so he can't tell the difference, but Zhao Yilong reminded him that the sound next to his ear is indeed exactly the same as the baby's babbling.

Like, no, just baby cries.

Why is there a baby screaming in a single Emperor's house?

Rong Zhen took a look at this clear room, it didn't look like there was a little beibei lying there.Suddenly there was a chill behind his back, just now Zhao Yilong said, "Zhang Xingke can't hear you!"

"Isn't this a living baby?" Rong Zhen couldn't help but tighten his grip on Fu's hand.

Zhao Yilong: "Of course not! A movie star like Mo Xiancong, the gossip that spreads out is that he has a wife, and he has never heard of having a child."

Rong Zhen: "What is that?!"

Zhao Yilong pointed to the round ethnic hanging ornament on the head of the bed.

Rong Zhen felt nauseous for a while, no way.

Zhao Yilong: "Don't make a fuss, it's normal. It's a well-known sorcery. Unborn children are made into Gu, some are spheres, some are placed in the stomach of dolls, or other forms, consecrated by an expert. Put it at home, keep it, let it do things for you."

"Hanging a child who died young on the bedside?" This behavior shattered Rong Zhen's three views. When people become superstitious, it can really scare people to death.

"It's too much, and there are still people eating."

Rong Zhen waved his hand to tell Zhao Yilong to shut up, feeling sick to his stomach.

Zhao Yilong continued to popularize, "It's very spiritual. It's called raising little ghosts among the people. It's actually a kind of spirit control technique, which is to arrest the souls of children who have not yet been reincarnated. Anyone with a little background can do it, but this kind of behavior is extremely damaging to morality, so not many people are willing to do it."

Rong Zhen expressed shock, "There are still people willing to do it?!"

Zhao Yilong: "With a lot of money, there must be a brave man. Raising a little ghost is easy to say, as long as you satisfy the wish of the little ghost head, it is not easy to say. It is not easy to say, but it will kill you. Of course, it depends on who you are. What kind of child is it, and who is helping you do it.”

Mo Xiancong looked at the gentleness, but he didn't expect to dare to do such a thing behind his back!

The author has something to say: Thank you lucky f for peeling off your minecraft piece by piece! ! !meme