Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

A place like a ward is already depressing, but it's even worse now.

But that idiot Bai Jinshan coughed twice, and continued, "It doesn't matter if you seized the house or were reborn, if you are not old wine, you should not be affected by the soul curse."

Fang Zhuo stood still stiffly, his heart fluttering, "Brother Ah San, it won't have any effect if I fall off the horse, right?"

233,"Guess."

"..." Fang Zhuo endured it, "The world won't collapse, right?"

Although in the past in the world, there were occasional situations where people were on the verge of losing their horses, but they would never fall so naked, and there was room for denial.

Today it's out...

Denial means that he can't fight monsters, and can't climb to the top of his life.

Don't deny it, if the boss asks who he is, what will he say?Even if you are restricted and cannot tell the truth, then you should make up a reasonable story.

The atmosphere froze in an instant, and there was no sound.

Bai Jinshan laughed like a lunatic, "It seems that not everyone knows about this."

Fang Zhuo, "..." This man is so fucking annoying.

Jiang Luyan seemed to have just noticed the abnormality in the ward, he turned his head to look over, his eyes were blank for a moment, "Huh?"

Fang Zhuo, "..."

Did you see this reaction?Deaf?

The two looked at each other, and within a few seconds, there was crackling in the air, which was about to catch fire.

Jiang Luyan put his hand into the pocket of his trousers, "You guys talk, I'll go out and make a phone call."

Fang Zhuo squinted his eyes, the big brother's reaction was to carry out the acting to the end, but what?

But that's fine too, you pretend I pretend too, let's build a harmonious society together.

Jiang Luyan walked into the safe passage, leaned against the wall, and rubbed the tingling forehead. The pain came sharply and suddenly, and brought some broken pictures.

He shook his head, frowning more and more tightly, and suddenly fell down.

Outside the door of the safe passage, doctors and nurses come and go, the voices are noisy, and there seem to be two spaces behind the door.

After an unknown amount of time, the man stood up from the ground, sat on the stairs, and smoked a cigarette.

Green smoke curled up from his fingertips, blurring those eyes as black as lacquer.

In the ward, the two were still confronting each other.

In the end, Fang Zhuo was the first to lose. The pig's face on the opposite side was really funny.

He said, "I am indeed not Chen Jiu. Chen Jiu's soul has long been reincarnated."

Bai Jinshan frowned, the pain in his body was spreading, he could even feel the festering of internal organs.

"You go and kill him." He pressed his chest, his face pale, "This is your only choice."

Between the protagonist and the villain, only one can live, this is the rule.

Fang Zhuo understands, but he doesn't like being used as a gun, and he doesn't like being reminded that you are the gun.

"Use my life to stop the gun and save your Bai family?"

Did I have the word Holy Father engraved on my face? Fang Zhuo thought it was funny, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid you will be disappointed, I can protect myself if I don't kill him."

The expression on Bai Jinshan's face was distorted for a moment, and suddenly he put his hands on the edge of the bed and vomited loudly.

Fang Zhuo opened his eyes wide in horror, before he could see what it was, there was an extra layer of mosaic in front of him.

233,"In order to maintain physical and mental health, let's mosaic together."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

He stood at the door and called in the doctor on duty who happened to be patrolling.

The doctor on duty saw the picture on the bed, couldn't hold back his retching, stepped back a few steps and called the nurse for help.

Bai Jinshan was pushed into the operating room and never came out again, but left a note for Fang Zhuo, written in blood.

It said the location of the Bai family's ancestral house and Juyin Array. The former was in a small mountain village hundreds of miles away, and the latter was in a mountain depression just west of Nanshan Cemetery.

When Father Bai rushed to the hospital, Bai Jinshan's body was completely cold.

In less than half an hour, the good person was so thin that he seemed to be sucked dry by something.

The rest of the people who followed looked at Fang Zhuo, like a hungry wolf seeing fresh meat, wishing to pounce on him and tear him to pieces.

Bai Jinshan insisted on going his own way against his master, and even dared to kill Chen Jiu in order to prevent his master from being revived...

It should come as no surprise that he would end up where he is today.

If Bai Jinshan had obeyed the order from the beginning, honestly led the person back to the Bai family, and put his soul into the heart of the formation, he would not have lost his life.

At this moment, everyone is thinking in their hearts, how can they kill the young man in front of them, and present them in front of Bai San to claim credit.

Fang Zhuo was terrified by those eyes, and his heart was jumping with fear.

Just as he was about to smear the soles of his feet and run away, his shoulders were suddenly held down.

Those fingers were slender and fair, with well-defined joints, and smelled a little more of tobacco than usual.

Jiang Luyan looked at Father Bai, and reminded in a low voice, "Death is the most important thing, Mr. Bai should deal with Young Master's funeral first."

Father Bai's face was tense and his eyes were fierce, as if there was some deep hatred between him and Jiang Luyan.

Fang Zhuo wondered, "This uncle has a grudge against the boss?"

It's not just a matter of enmity, it's simply irreconcilable, 233 said, "I don't know."

Fang Zhuo's IQ is a little bit higher than before, so it's not easy to be fooled, "I don't believe it, tell me the truth."

233 It's still the same sentence, Fang Zhuo curled his lips, let alone say it, who cares.

So as soon as he left the hospital, he firmly grabbed the boss's arm, "Do you know Bai Jinshan's father?"

Jiang Luyan said, "I don't know."

Holy crap, did Ah San have an appointment with the boss? It made him want to know even more.

Just as he was about to smear his face and act coquettishly, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang. This was the special ringtone he had set for the old man.

Fang Zhuo picked up the phone, "Master, where are you?"

He didn't know what he said on the other end, his expression changed, and he hung up the phone immediately.

The master said that he brought back a bunch of good things for him. The word "good things" made him panic no matter how he heard it.

"Master is back?"

Fang Zhuo nodded in admiration.

As expected of an old fritter who has been immersed in the shopping malls, he has only seen it once or twice. Master, master, shouts more fluently than him.

This kind of person, when talking about marriage, is the most favorite of the old man.

Fang Zhuo said, "Let's go back now."

Upon hearing this, the Bai family quit. If they ran into someone today, they had to take them back.

A man with his sleeves rolled up stood up and blocked the way, "Mr. Chen can't leave. You have to explain to me alone how Jinshan died."

"Let him go!" Father Bai stood up, "Let's take care of Jinshan's funeral today."

"uncle!"

"Let them go!"

Father Bai's angry appearance was quite capable of bluffing people, the man flinched and stepped aside obediently.

Fang Zhuo felt as if a cat was scratching in his heart, he was sure that Father Bai hadn't entangled, it must be due to the boss.

"What did the boss do, tell me." Fang Zhuo's tone was soft, and his attitude was too good. "I promise that I will devote myself to the next task, really."

233 couldn't bear his appearance the most, it was as if he had a virus, and immediately all adherence to principles went out.

It said, "The big boss made people mess up the Bai family's foreign trade business."

Fang Zhuo gasped, "Can a skinny camel hang like this?"

233 snorted proudly.

When Fang Zhuo looked at Jiang Luyan again, his eyes were different, and he gave a thumbs up, "I just counted, you messed up the business of the Bai family?"

Jiang Luyan couldn't deny it.

Fang Zhuo was elated, "This trick is really good. Even if you have no money, eating is a problem. How can you have the leisure to raise ghosts and harm people?"

In Wuming Temple, the old man was packing up his things.

It was scavenged from some former old buddies.

Now he can only show his skills with his words, and occasionally pinch his fingers to tell his fate. If he is really asked to go into battle to catch ghosts, he will lose his waist in a few strokes.

After packing up his things, he sat on the steps with the wine jar in his arms and looked out.

Not long after, I saw a taxi approaching with the trunk half open and a small eDonkey inside.

Old man, "..."

He stretched his legs and stood up, and at a glance he saw the tall, straight and noble man.

Seeing that the old man was valiant and unharmed, Fang Zhuo secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and stepped up in two or three steps.

When the old man received someone, he was reserved and didn't say anything. He turned around and left, followed by a little apprentice.

The regal Jiang Luyan followed behind with the small electric donkey in one hand.

The old man brought people into the room and laid out all the things one by one.

A large piece of peach wood struck by lightning, ghost stick, jade ruyi, even the emperor's order to invite the God of Wealth, and the most dramatic thing is a white whisk.

I don't know what kind of hair is tied, but it looks oily and smooth.

In addition, there are many bits and pieces.

The old man raised his chin and said, "It's all yours, study it yourself."

Fang Zhuo looked around, pointed to the piece of mahogany, "That's it."

The old man frowned, "What else do you need?"

Fang Zhuo nodded, "That's all, I'll make a canopy ruler myself."

There are runes and laws engraved on all sides of the canopy ruler, just looking at it gives a sense of deterrence, and the shape is slender and easy to hold.

The old man didn't care so much, "Anyway, these are yours, you take them all with you when the time comes."

After speaking, he glanced at the cheap apprentice who was holding the mahogany tree, and added, "These things have been used by my old buddies for many years, and they are somewhat stained with evil spirits, and ordinary brats are nothing to worry about."

Fang Zhuo couldn't hold it all by himself, so he stuffed some for Jiang Luyan, "Thank you, Master."

The old man shook his head. He is also responsible for the matter to this point. Why was he so stupid back then and fell into Bai Laosan's trap.

Seeing that someone was about to leave, I couldn't help but continue to tell, "Don't be brave, run away if you can't do it, don't be ashamed. Keep the green hills, and don't worry about running out of firewood."

Fang Zhuo smiled, "Don't worry, I'm not stupid."

He went back to the next room, dug out a small wooden basin from under the bed, and handed a piece of cinnabar to the man, asking him to add water to grind it, and the more the better.

Then he took out the only small bottle left in his trouser pocket and poured it into the basin.

Then I called Mouse and asked him to come and help.

The mouse knew that the boss had something important to do, so he didn't even dare to make a phone call recently. Now that he knew that he could be useful, he jumped three feet high excitedly, drove a small bread, and rushed to the Taoist temple excitedly.

He was gearing up, "Boss, what do you need me to do?"

Fang Zhuo handed him a few red threads, "Can you weave fishing nets? You won't go online to find tutorials."

The mouse looked bewildered, and turned to look at Jiang Luyan, nearly popping out its eyeballs.

The man had a cold face, holding a red thread in one hand, and weaving it so fast that those who didn't know it thought he was doing some precise research.

As calm as the mouse is on the surface, it is as broken inside as it is.

He dared to guarantee that Mr. Jiang would never have imagined that he would sacrifice his image for a man a month ago to do this.

With a shiver, Baidu Tutorials were learned and compiled, and quickly invested.

Fang Zhuo looked at the harmony in the room with satisfaction, and buried himself in carving his own canopy ruler.

The three of them lived and ate in Wuming Temple for the past few days, except for Jiang Luyan who went out twice, Fang Zhuo and Mouse even had to run to the toilet.

Bai San was completely irritated, throwing a few ghosts to the nameless watch every night, crying and howling.

The old man was so annoyed that he ran out and cursed a few words, threw a few ghost talismans, and finally calmed down.

This afternoon, you're done.

The old man made a divination and told Fang Zhuo to leave at three o'clock in the morning.

After Fang Zhuo prepared all kinds of things, he took advantage of the afternoon to catch up on sleep, and Jiang Luyan grabbed him from the bed as soon as he arrived.

The man carried him into the van, the mouse squinted at the rearview mirror, and took a deep breath.

The same man, the boss can sleep in someone else's arms like a dead pig, but he has to hold his eyelids and drive to the cemetery in the middle of the night.

How can there be such a big gap between people?

Fang Zhuo slept peacefully, and had a dream, in which he became a winner in life, with a big man in his left hand and a golden mountain in his right, Bai San was beaten down by him, and he kowtowed and called his father.

So beautiful.

So he chuckled, woke himself up with a smile, and when he opened his eyes, he met a pair of eyes as deep as an abyss, and his heart skipped a beat.

I was so scared that I let out a groan in my heart.

Taking a closer look, the big brother's eyes were calm, as if the dark and dangerous eyes just now were his hallucinations.

Fang Zhuo rubbed his eyes, sat upright and looked out the window, "What time is it?"

Jiang Luyan, "Thirty past three."

As soon as the voice fell, the car stopped.

At night, Nanshan was shrouded in darkness. Except for the street lights outside the funeral home, the rest of the place was pitch black.

Fang Zhuo left a few talismans for the mouse, telling him to stay where he was and not to get out of the car if anything happened.

Then he grabbed a hoe from the back of the van, dragged Jiang Luyan, and climbed over the wall into the cemetery.

There is not even a street light in the cemetery, Fang Zhuo asked the system to turn on the night vision function, stretched his hand back, "Pull me, I will take you away."

The tone is particularly stalwart.

Jiang Luyan glanced at the moon half-covered by clouds above his head, and took the young man's hand, "Hold it well."

Fang Zhuo clicked his tongue and murmured softly, "Now I know I'm scared, I won't let you follow me, I won't listen, you're clingy."

Jiang Luyan, "..."

Probably because the boss was in hand, the road was unimpeded. The two passed the cemetery and walked into the woods.

It was obviously not winter, but the woods were full of mist, and it was eerily quiet.

Fang Zhuo subconsciously tightened his fingers, feeling something was wrong, and when he looked back, he was gone.

"Damn it, Brother San, I lost the boss."

"..." 233 said, "The protagonist's physique will not cause any accidents, so worry about yourself first."

Fang Zhuo looked around, there was thick fog, and the visibility was less than five meters.

And directly in front of him, the dirty things that had been exterminated before were standing behind the surrounding trees, staring at him.

Fang Zhuo's first reaction was to dig out the thing, but he found that the backpack on his body and the things in his trouser pocket were all gone.

He couldn't even tell whether what was in front of him was reality or an illusion.