Millions of cannon fodder cross the river [Quick Transmigration]

Sing_coco: I found something interesting, please repay me, this lunatic said before that he wrote all the lyrics and music.I picked up a sheet music exactly like this one from a Yinyue website, claiming that there should be absolutely no sheet music for any attempt.The original post was deleted after being uploaded in the past two days. It was found in an old post ten years ago. The original author is dead.The dead also take advantage of it, and deserve retribution.

Today, I am still a salted fish: a highly toxic combination.

Barbell-like laughter: There are enough people who come here to spread conspiracy theories and superstitions. Don’t talk nonsense without a hard hammer.

I think the sky is crazy: there is definitely something wrong with the captain, I think the captain is a bit pitiful, he has not even been released on the poker official blog, he is simply excluded.I've heard that Luqu's background is not small, what player has the right to remove the captain?

1539879233: I specially registered a small account to reply. I am an employee of wx. There are indeed four people in the poker team, but the captain has been pushed out by others.The captain is usually very low-key, because he is a backup dancer and has been looked down upon by the other three people, and it doesn't matter if he is capable.Lu Qu is a particularly disgusting person, he is the lover of our immediate boss, and he has some background in his family, and usually bullies the captain the most.But recently, our boss has become abnormal. It is estimated that the people who come into contact with Lu Qu will not end well. I have always felt that he is very annoying.

"Aren't you afraid of getting burned? Public opinion has already started to turn to you." Gu Yunzhi frowned and asked.

Lan Yang's attitude was calm, as if he didn't feel anything about these things at all: "Do you think a person who has no future and maybe will disappear tomorrow will care about these things?"

Gu Yunzhi turned his head and glanced at the ancient mirror placed in the center of the table inadvertently. His body stiffened for a moment, and then he leaned back.

After a while, he reached out to touch Lan Yang: "Here comes what you want to see."

Lan Yang followed his line of sight to look at the mirror, and saw Shang Fan sitting stiffly behind the desk in the mirror, and in the direction of his horrified gaze, a woman with a strange appearance who seemed to be scorched all over was standing straight stand there.

There were still some dense cracks on the scorched skin, and as she moved forward suddenly, there was a slight sound of cracking and falling.

It felt like watching a horror movie from God's perspective.

This ghost... It's fine to walk slowly, but also to drop slag, will it smash yourself to pieces when you run?

"Where is the deer song?" Lan Yang wondered why it was Shang Fan's turn so soon, after all his green plum had been jumping under the curse for so long.

Gu Yunzhi pointed to his head and said, "They sent him to the hospital."

Just when the thing was about to walk in front of Shang Fan, the door of the office was suddenly opened from the outside.

The secretary walked into the office with a stack of unprocessed documents. At this time, the inanimate body had also disappeared.

Lan Yang looked anxiously, and asked, "What did it come out for?"

"Probably because I'm tired of playing the deer song, come out to relax." Gu Yunzhi sighed softly, and resumed his original sitting posture.

Lan Yang seemed to see something, and looked at him with complicated eyes: "Are you afraid of ghosts?"

"No, it's too ugly, I don't want to see it." It was obviously a quibble.

Lan Yang automatically ignored his last sentence, and said again: "Are you the head of the demon cultivator? How can you be afraid of ghosts? Aren't ghosts and ghosts supposed to see you every day?"

"Demons are different from ghosts. No one of my subordinates can grow up like this." Gu Yunzhi pointed out the mistake in his words, and then corrected, "I don't control demon cultivators. To be precise, demon cultivators and Taoist cultivators They are all human cultivators, not the same species as demon cultivators. There are very few ghost cultivators wandering in the world. It makes sense, aren’t sea monsters and water monsters people’s names for creatures whose appearance is beyond their ability to bear? A large part of them are deformed.”

After listening to him talk so much, all in all, it made Lan Yang confirm one thing.

"You are afraid of ghosts, you are pretending that you are not afraid now." Lan Yang mercilessly exposed him.

After a while, Gu Yunzhi choked out another three words: "It's afraid of me."

Lan Yang snorted and said mockingly, "If you weren't a demon cultivator, you would probably be covered with Buddhist beads by now."

"Why do you insist on entangled with this issue with me? I can easily kill it with my little finger." Gu Yunzhi began to speak with strength.

Lan Yang nodded and said: "Oh, just like me in the past, I have the ability to stab anyone to death with a knife in my hand, but I dare not. But if I have a knife in my hand now, I dare to stab you It's a pity that poking you to pieces won't kill you."

"You can buy an open knife, but that thing is not as useful as a bodhi seed." Gu Yunzhi took the mirror from the table in his hand, "The two musicians have also been taken away, and now only Lu Ge, Lu Qu, and Shang Fan are left. The key is Lu Ge, although he has been stepping on the border, he has never been in touch with the media itself."

"Yes." Lan Yang picked up the water glass, took a sip, paused for a long time before continuing, "Don't you just hum the tune? When Shang Fan was playing and singing, he sat beside him and hummed for a while. , I think there are many other people who have done this before, and that wraith was bound by you and bumped into walls, and it hasn't touched Lu Ge yet."

Gu Yunzhi said: "This is simple, just like the deer song, tie them together."

When Shang Fan and Lu Ge came to their senses and realized that Lu Qu's words were not false, they came to find Lan Yang again, but it was already too late to say anything.

The way to hide from other people is to not be home, or pretend not to be home, and pretend this is not my home.

The doorbell still came on time today.

"It's your turn to open the door. I've been pretending I'm not at home for two days." Lan Yang stretched out her leg and kicked Gu Yunzhi.

The other party helplessly wiped off the shallow shoe prints on the trouser legs, stood up and walked out.

And Lan Yang was still sitting on the sofa, holding the ancient mirror in both hands, and saw the outside of the house through the mirror.

This time, Shang Fan and Lu Ge came to the door together, and then they were sent away by Gu Yunzhi.

Lu Ge's condition is fine, but his complexion is not as calm as before, and Shang Fan's face is indeed pale, not only at the moment, both eye circles are somewhat sunken and black, and the whites of his eyes are bloodshot.

That ghost thing recently found a fun way to play, messing with the brothers surnamed Lu during the day, and harassing/harassing Shang Fan at night.

As the top leader of the company, Shang Fan has a lot of work waiting for him to deal with in person every day. Counting it, he has not closed his eyes for about four days.

According to this rhythm, even if that thing doesn't take the initiative to finish it, sooner or later it will wear him down.

Gu Yunzhi, who drove away the two people, returned to the living room. He reached out and took away the ancient mirror from Lan Yang's hand: "You spend fifteen hours a day looking at it, and the other nine hours are spent sleeping."

How can a person survive only by sleeping?

"There are meals, washing, and watching the news." Lan Yang added.

Gu Yunzhi's eyes revealed a hint of worry: "You were not like this in the first place."

Lan Yang leaned her head on the back of the sofa: "I'm tired, and even if I do this, I don't worry about the problems that will affect my body now, and I don't have to worry about what I will do if I don't work hard, so I have no reason to restrain myself. Walk in those rules and regulations by yourself?"

Gu Yunzhi sat beside him, put the mirror face down, and put it on the table.

"Aren't you bored?" he asked.

"Bored and tired, I choose to be bored now." Lan Yang said wearily.

To be honest, if a person does not have any ideological burden of family and affection, and does not need to work hard to get whatever he needs and wants, he can see the bad luck of the person he hates every day, and even his body is hurting. It's not my own, and even because the original owner has disappeared, there is no need to worry about who will be in the future.

Is there any reason to desperately maintain it?

The patience of the resentment body is limited, and when it gets tired of playing, supernatural phenomena will gradually be staged one after another.

Lan Yang saw with his own eyes how Shang Fan was locked in his office during working hours, struggling and screaming out of thin air. Obviously no place was ignited, but his whole body seemed to be on fire, and his skin was red from the very beginning. Burns appear and later the whole body is scorched black.

He fell from the office chair to the ground and desperately crawled toward the door, but even if he reached the door, he couldn't open it and escape.

In the end, it became a charred corpse.

"Speaking of which, ten years ago, she was also a member of this company. You didn't read those materials. At that time, the person sitting in this position was Shang Fan's father. When the incident happened, he took the first step to protect the company's reputation. All the news was blocked for a while, and even the information of the relevant personnel was almost destroyed." Gu Yunzhi shook his head and laughed sarcastically, "Now is the time for the father to pay his debts."

Lan Yang's gaze still stayed on the mirror, and he said: "As expected of father and son, they all do the same thing. Speaking of it..."

"What?" Gu Yunzhi turned to look at him.

Lan Yang looked at him: "Didn't you say that you can go back a few years at most, so what's the matter with the world you are in? The time I went is far from the origin of the original timeline. It’s been more than a few years.”