Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

"What are you waiting for, come here by yourself." The old man ordered with a serious face.

A cloud of Yin Qi quickly condensed in the void, circling around Fang Zhuo's body, refusing to leave.

He pursed his lips, looked at the old man with a guilty conscience, and said in a low voice, "Hey, I lied to you as a puppy."

The cloud of Yin Qi dissipated all of a sudden, and when it gathered again, it was already in the courtyard in front of the main hall.

There are several tall sycamore trees in the yard, which rustle when the night wind blows.

At this moment, I don't know which rooster in the neighborhood suddenly crowed. Fang Zhuo took out his mobile phone and looked at it. It was already fourteen fourteen, and it would be dawn if we dragged on.

The old man glanced at the sky and walked to the middle of the courtyard, "The sins you have done, you have to swallow the fruit no matter how bitter you are. I can't promise to save you. It's all up to you to go any further in the future."

The pervert was silent, just glanced in Fang Zhuo's direction.

Even though he couldn't even see the other person's eyes, Fang Zhuo still felt his heart being pinched, "Why do I think he is pitiful?"

233,"It's quite pitiful."

The old man also glanced at Fang Zhuo and snorted, but he didn't see that the friendship between one person and one soul was quite deep.

He said sharply, "Don't look at it, just say it if you can't help it."

After speaking, without waiting for the rest of the people to react, he threw the yellow talisman out.

The five yellow talismans fell in the five directions of southeast, northwest, and middle respectively, enclosing the lecherous ghosts. The old man did nothing, standing on the side with his hands behind his back, staring at the center with frowns.

Fang Zhuo was nervous, he stayed close to the mouse, and watched every move of the coloring ghost without blinking.

The black shadow was still standing upright at first, but it didn't take long before it began to twist, and even had a tendency to collapse.

Black smoke billowed from his body, and if one looked carefully, one could hear a sizzling sound, similar to the sound of flesh being burned.

Fang Zhuo pained him silently. Just as he was about to get closer, the old man glared at him, so he had no choice but to take back his half-stepped foot.

"Is he all right?" Fang Zhuo's tone was worried, as if he was talking to himself.

"No." The mouse glanced at him, with a distraught and anxious look, just like his wife was dying.

He was a little envious of the relationship between the other party and the boss, and couldn't help but sigh, "Boss, have you known him for a long time, longer than me?"

Fang Zhuo lowered his eyes, his voice was low and inaudible, "It's been so long that I have forgotten when I met him."

After careful calculation, he and the boss have known seven worlds, and they must have spent eight or nine hundred years together. It can be said that they are very old couples.

Seeing that his expression was darker than before, Mouse thought he had said something wrong, so he silently closed his mouth and didn't say anything.

He didn't know if he was thinking too much, but he always felt that the boss's feelings for the ghost were unusual, like a friend, but also a more intimate relationship.

In the silent air, the burning sound of sizzle became more and more intense.

Fang Zhuo raised his head suddenly, and saw that the black shadow had shrunk into a ball, squatting on the ground tremblingly, he endured the pain of being forcibly stripped of Yin Qi and evil Qi, and remained silent.

The old man raised his eyebrows, "If you can't bear it, it can end here."

The pervert remained silent, trembling and twitching in embarrassment.

Fang Zhuo walked behind the old man and said in a low voice, "Come on."

The old man snorted coldly, and turned his gaze back again.Seeing that the master didn't intend to drive people away, Fang Zhuo squatted down, his eyes level with the pervert.

The soul body wrapped in the evil spirit gradually revealed its original appearance, with a cold white face, black hair, and a pair of star-like eyes.

The pervert tilted his head, smiled softly, and said in a hoarse voice, "What you say is what you say."

At this time, Fang Zhuo stood up with a blushing face, and retreated behind the old man when he still had time to think about that matter.

Not only how long has passed, the night is gradually repelled by the morning light, and the first ray of dawn is projected from behind the distant mountain peaks.

In the center of the yellow talisman, the soul body that had been eroded beyond recognition by the evil spirit revealed its original appearance.

He was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and black leather shoes on his feet. The only bad thing was that his body was translucent, so thin that it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"Jiang Luyan." Fang Zhuo called out hesitantly.

The pervert frowned slightly, looked sideways, and pursed his lips in displeasure.

Probably because of the soul body, Fang Zhuo felt that the eyes staring at him were a bit hollow.

Seeing that the other party didn't answer, he struggled repeatedly, and finally shouted, "Yan...Yanyan."

Before, the lecherous ghost had blurred facial features, not to mention calling nicknames, even if he said "I want to have sex with you" to that face, he could say it without distraction.

Now that this face can distinguish the facial features, he is timid instead, his heartbeat is not in control, and he is a little out of control.

The pervert walked out of the magic circle. It was obviously a light wisp of soul, but it left obvious footprints on the ashes of the yellow talisman.

The old man's face looks much better than before. You know, stripping out the evil spirit that has merged into the soul is like purgatory for the soul body.

Only when you try it will you know how painful it really is.

Before returning to hermitage, he had dealt with a soul-leaving incident, and that person was his senior brother.

The brother's soul was snatched away by a female ghost, and when he was called back, he was already full of evil spirits and resentment. During the stripping process, because he couldn't bear the extreme pain, he actually tore himself to pieces.

Apart from other things, the young man in front of him is at least stronger than his senior brother in terms of willpower.

"Young man is not bad..." It was rare for the old man to praise someone, but the other party didn't appreciate it and just passed in front of him.

"En." The pervert responded, looking at the young man intently.

Fang Zhuo didn't dare to look up from those eyes, feeling guilty for no reason, "Are you okay."

The pervert frowned slightly, and said for a while that it was okay.

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, the sky would be dawn soon, the corners of his mouth were pressed down in displeasure, his brows were furrowed, "I'm afraid I can't do it today, I don't have enough time."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

Pervert, "Wait for me tonight."

Boss, big brother, the previous appointment was purely for coaxing ghosts, so it can't be taken seriously.

Fang Zhuo's chest and brain were hurting, whether it was a fight between a ghost and a ghost, or a fight between a soul, he had obstacles in his heart.

Just as he was about to pretend to be a fool, his earlobe suddenly felt cold, as if he had been rubbed. When he looked up again, the other party had disappeared.

The old man was still suffocating the anger of being ignored by ghosts, he gave Fang Zhuo a hard look, and flung his sleeves away.

Fang Zhuo was at a loss, "Master, what happened to him?"

The mouse shook his head, "It's normal to be old and have a weird temper."

Fang Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, no, the master must be greedy for alcohol.

So at dawn, he dragged the mouse back to the urban area, and after walking around for half a morning, he finally bought two jars of hand-brewed Nurhong.

It is said that this wine has been cellared for 30 years, and you can already smell the faint aroma of the wine without opening it.The wine was fragrant and the price was too expensive. One-third of the money in the original owner's card was directly swiped away.

Fang Zhuo buried his head in pain and took a few deep breaths, as if he could get back his original smell.

When the two carried the wine jar back, the old man was still sitting on the threshold of the gate, holding a jug of low-quality wine, drinking with great relish.

After the two of them approached and saw clearly what they were holding, his eyes widened instantly, he snatched the wine, tore off the red cloth that sealed the altar, and poured two gulps into his mouth on the spot.

"Good wine!" The old man was so happy that his eyes were narrowed into two slits, and then he heard the two of them say they wanted to leave.

He frowned and stared at Fang Zhuo for a few seconds, clicked his tongue, put down the wine jar with a bang, and said in an uncompromising tone, "Wait here."

After speaking, he got up and entered the room.

When he came back again, he had a jade pendant of a yin-yang fish in his hand.

The jade pendant is made of Hetian blue flower, and the black and white colors are cleverly distributed, forming a two-color Tai Chi.

When the jade pendant was thrown into Fang Zhuo's hands, 233 suddenly said, "Your cheap master really has a lot of good things."

But no, just this small piece in my hand is worth ten thousand.

Who is the old man?

"Don't be dumb, it's just for you." The old man licked his lips, took out a small porcelain cup from his body, and poured himself a cup, "Put this thing on your body, and when you come to find you again, Let him live in it and nourish his soul."

"Thank you, master." Fang Zhuo immediately hung the jade pendant around his neck, thought for a while, and stuffed it into his clothes properly.

Seeing his cautious attitude, the old man twitched the corner of his mouth in satisfaction and waved away.

Not long after Fang Zhuo and Mouse arrived near the apartment, the car sent by Jiang Hao arrived.

The driver's attitude is much more talkative than last time, "This time about our young master, thanks to Mr. Chen."

Fang Zhuo, "Oh."

driver,"……"

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became awkward.

Mouse was worried that too much nonsense would affect the boss's mastery at this time, so he typed a few lines on his mobile phone and sent it.

The phone in his hand vibrated, Fang Zhuo lowered his eyes.

——Boss, I think you are getting more and more fairy-like, I will take care of the money-smelling things in the future, and you can just pretend to be aggressive.

He twitched the corner of his mouth and locked the screen, which was regarded as the default setting.

Seeing that the boss agreed, the mouse even straightened its waist.

Not long after, the car entered the bustling city center and parked outside the tea house.

Jiang Hao stood at the door to greet him as before, the only difference was that he had eager eyes and opened the door for Fang Zhuo himself.

Jiang Hao, "Mr. Chen."

Fang Zhuo nodded at him, bowed to get out of the car, and glanced at the scratches on the other's face.

He asked, "Mr. Jiang, why didn't he stay at home to recover from his injuries for two more days?" There were obvious scratches on both faces, and those who didn't know thought they were caught by a woman.

A trace of coldness flashed across Jiang Hao's eyes, and then he said with a smile, "It's a small injury, it's the most important thing to invite Mr. Chen to dinner."

I have to admit that this flattering was refreshing, Fang Zhuo and Mouse looked at each other and stopped talking.

Jiang Hao booked a private room, approached the door, and suddenly said, "Mr. Chen, I have a friend who admired you very much after hearing what happened that night. He insisted on letting me introduce the two of you. I want to get to know someone more. , maybe there will be an extra business, so I will agree for you on my own initiative."

Fang Zhuo raised his eyebrows, "Friend?"

He has always had doubts about Jiang Hao, and now he has brought out a friend, who knows what this friend is, whether it is an enemy or a friend.

...things are getting interesting.

Fang Zhuo did not refuse, and said with a smile, "Mr. Jiang is really thinking of me."

"That's the reason." Seeing that Fang Zhuo didn't directly object, Jiang Hao automatically ignored the second half of the sentence.

He stretched out his hand to open the door and invited the distinguished guest in.

Sandalwood was lit in the room, and a beautiful woman in a cheongsam with exquisite makeup was sitting sideways with her knees together, making Kung Fu tea with an elegant posture.

The big beauty knew who she was going to serve today, so when the other person sat down, she immediately leaned up, deliberately put two bulging balls on his arm, and rubbed her arms vaguely.

The goosebumps on Fang Zhuo's neck popped up all of a sudden, and he quickly moved his butt down.

The big beauty smiled shyly, with a charming look in the corner of her eyes, she also moved over, trying to stick it again.

This time Fang Zhuo stood up directly, sat across from him, and looked at Jiang Hao with a drooping face.

Jiang Hao didn't expect that the beautiful woman he carefully arranged would have zero attraction in front of Chen Jiu, so he reacted quickly after being stunned, "If Mr. Chen is not satisfied, let's change another one?"

Fang Zhuo's face turned darker, and he smiled on the surface, "There is no place that can satisfy me."

All the service personnel in the tea house are selected through layers of selection, not to mention that they are all angels, but whether it is appearance or figure, they are definitely at the upper-middle level.

He didn't believe it anymore, Chen Jiuhui really didn't like any of them?

Without further ado, Jiang Hao took out his mobile phone and ordered to the other end, "Call me two more girls, and I want the most beautiful one."

Fang Zhuo shook his head and threw down a heavy weight, "Mr. Jiang, it's not a question of whether you are pretty or not, it's a question of wrong gender."

Suddenly, the whole box fell into a deathly silence.

The mouse was dumbfounded, and stupidly pulled out its ears, thinking that he had heard wrongly, "Boss, you..."

Fang Zhuo didn't feel any discomfort after coming out of the closet, "Is there a problem?"

"No, no, no, I don't have any problems." He looked at his crotch tremblingly, with a terrible guess in his heart.

Fang Zhuo kicked him directly, kicking away the terrible conjecture.

Jiang Hao has been in sensual places for many years, and his mental quality is strong, so he immediately said, "Then I will ask someone to pick two beautiful boys over."

Fang Zhuo said, "No, let's talk about business first."

"Just the few of us chatting, it's so dull and boring." Jiang Hao continued to lobby, "I asked the manager to bring a few more, with different styles. There is always one you like."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

Things are not quite right, why did Jiang Hao suddenly become a pimp, desperately trying to force people into him.

"The style I like is not available here." Fang Zhuo planned to make a big move to block Jiang Hao's way.

Jiang Hao asked persistently, "As long as you can tell, I will definitely find it for you."

Fang Zhuo laughed softly, leaned back on the back of the chair, his eyes lightly fell on the open box door.

"I want someone like Jiang Luyan, can you find it?" In order to completely dispel Jiang Hao's evil intentions, when he said this, he deliberately raised his voice, with a hint of provocation in his tone.

But before Jiang Hao could show his expression, Fang Zhuo's face froze.

As soon as the words fell, a familiar figure passed by the door, not only passed by, but also glanced at him inexplicably.

Fang Zhuo read the death notice from it.

There was a thump in my heart, it couldn't be such a coincidence, "Brother Ah San, was Jiang Yanyan outside the door just now?"

233 was struck by the word Yanyan, his voice was unsteady, "...it's him, it's him."