Bend that ghost

Unsurprisingly, Lu Li found a blood-soaked paper figurine in the taxi that caused the accident. It was weird and eerie.

Wen Zhijiang was even more puzzled. Such a similar killing method appeared on two completely different people who had no intersection. It's just that one of them has been cremated now, while the other's body is still there, but its soul is gone.

However, Wen Zhijiang was very curious about the young man named Jiang Cheng. Since Qiao Mu was a member of the local psychic world, he asked one more question about the young master of the Jiang family, but Qiao Mu said blankly: "...according to As far as I know, there is only one young master in the Jiang family, and that is Jiang Chen."

Wen Zhijiang keenly smelled the smell of a rich and powerful dog blood drama at [-] o'clock.

Xiang Sheng thoughtfully prepared the guest rooms, and he was especially considerate to Lu Li and Wen Zhijiang—one for Qiao Mujian and Shaobai, one for Lu Li and one for Wen Zhijiang.

In a bedroom with a simple style, there are light-colored curtains and light-colored carpets. An elegant and handsome young man stands in front of the window. The light refracted into the room casts a faint halo on his body. The young man is holding the floor-to-ceiling window with one hand , frowning slightly and pursing thin lips.

A pair of well-proportioned hands hugged the young man from behind, and a low-mellow voice like red wine sounded: "What is the young master thinking? So fascinated?"

Wen Zhijiang leaned against Lu Li's arms, his back pressed against the man's chest, and sighed helplessly, "...can you stop calling me by this name?"

"Why not?" Lu Li frowned, resting his chin on Wen Zhijiang's shoulder, and quickly changed the subject: "Tonight's summoning may not be successful, but it's a pity that you haven't practiced the Yinshan method, otherwise the spiritual body's summoning effect will be better than that of a stranger like me. .”

"Why?" Wen Zhijiang's attention was immediately attracted.

Lu Li's eyes darkened, and he sneered: "Jiang Chen's soul has been imprisoned in all likelihood, and this kind of soul is usually impossible to summon. I just want to find out where Jiang Chen's soul is trapped by summoning the soul. You It's a spirit body, and the induction between spirit bodies is stronger than mine."

Wen Zhijiang was silent, his eyes were unclear.

Lu Li had nothing to do with the young master whose emotions fluctuated completely without rules, so he could only show his good character of not being ashamed to ask, "What's the matter, young master?"

Wen Zhijiang pursed his lips and said seriously, "I think I'm pretty lucky."

"Why?" Lu Li was taken aback. Isn't the young master's mentality... too good?

Wen Zhijiang didn't take it seriously, turned his head to look back, and looked at Lu Li with undisguised seriousness in his eyes, and said, "Compared to that Young Master Jiang who was lying on the hospital bed, who was alive and didn't know who was caught, I am Fortunately, even though I'm dead..."

Lu Li's expression was complicated. At this moment, should he agree...or comfort?It's really hard to guess what the young master of his family is thinking.

Wen Zhijiang added another sentence: "And there is not even a tombstone."

The corner of Lu Li's eyes twitched. How did the topic get brought up on the tombstone?

It's just that at this point, the young master was really wronged.His death was so unclear that he didn't even dare to erect a tombstone.The man's eyes darkened, and he kissed Wen Zhijiang's cheek twice affectionately.

Suddenly there was a quarrel downstairs. Although the sound insulation of the room is good, it cannot support the second floor with the window open.Wen Zhijiang looked over and saw a man wearing an off-white sweater arguing with Xiang Sheng downstairs. The man was talking fiercely with an angry expression on his face, while Xiang Sheng was full of tears, and all the bodyguards looked at each other No one moved.

The worst thing was that Qiao Mu was still squatting beside him, eating melon seeds while watching a play, so leisurely.

Wen Zhijiang held his forehead weakly, "Why do I always feel that Qiao Mu is making trouble?"

Lu Li agrees and agrees: "Your intuition is not wrong."

The provocative Qiao Mu raised his head and just saw the two intimate people behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, and mouthed: "Master, come!"

Wen Zhijiang turned to look at Lu Li, "What does he mean?"

Lu Li took the opportunity to pinch Wen Zhijiang's face, and said with a smile, "I told you to go out to scare people."

"Scary?" Wen Zhijiang's expression was subtle. When Lu Li was in a stable state, Wen Zhijiang really didn't think he was a ghost. He even retained an important characteristic of being a human being—breathing.

Lu Li laughed, and leaned into Wen Zhijiang's ear and said, "You don't know, this guy was said to be a magic stick before, but he turned around and got a corpse over there, scaring him to lie on the bed for a month. There is a saying in the Tao, the brat That's why it's difficult, and the guy below is probably looking for trouble again, so Qiao Mu wants you to teach him a lesson."

Wen Zhijiang showed embarrassment, lowered his head in rare embarrassment, and said helplessly: "...But I don't scare people. Up to now, I don't feel that I am different from when I was alive, except that occasionally people can't see me."

Lu Li raised his eyebrows, hugged the person in his arms tighter, and laughed out loud, "Don't underestimate yourself, after all, you are a spirit body higher than ghosts, go out and scare that kid later."

Seeing the malicious smile on Lu Li's lips, Wen Zhijiang nodded slightly.

He also wanted to know the difference between being a ghost and being a human.

Xiang Sheng downstairs was miserable, Feng Zhen was Jiang Chen's childhood friend, this time Jiang Chen had an accident, Feng Zhen never agreed to let Jiang Chen go back to the villa, this time he heard that Xiang Sheng had invited a few mages back, and at that time It exploded, and they went straight to Jiang Chen's villa to make trouble.

Feng Zhen gritted his teeth and looked at Xiang Sheng who was smiling apologetically. He wished he could punch him, and growled, "Xiang Sheng! Are you fucking stupid?! Ah?!" Pointing at Qiao Mu who was watching a play, he said angrily: "Did you get Jiang Chen out of the hospital and expect these gods to cure him?"

But Xiang Sheng did not back down, allowing Feng Zhen to scold his head and face, took a deep breath, and said solemnly: "Young Master Feng, I understand that you have doubts about my approach, but I have my reasons. If Young Master Feng It's really good for Young Master Chen, please trust me this time."

Feng Zhenqi's teeth were itchy. He used to see that Xiang Sheng was steady and capable in his work. How could he be unreliable once Jiang Chen fell down?Jiang Chen didn't take him to the hospital when he was sick, but instead invited some magic sticks to treat his illness. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he couldn't become a genius anymore. Why do they still engage in these feudal superstitions?

"Xiang Sheng, I don't care how deceitful this group of people are, they even subdued you, but now you get rid of them immediately! Also, I want to see Jiang Chen's doctor and ask them to tell me Jiang Chen's details. The current situation!" Feng Zhen said forcefully, without giving Xiang Sheng a chance to refuse.

At this moment, a cold, magnetic voice sounded like a quiet spring: "Young Master Feng? You said just now, who should be cleared out?"

The ending sound of the upward pick was a bit tough and threatening. Everyone looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a tall and slender figure slowly walking out of the shadows. Step by step, it was obviously stepping on the ground, but it made people feel a little nervous. A feeling that he is floating over.For a while, the sunny weather became chilly, and many people had goosebumps.

Especially Feng Zhen, when those clear icy eyes stared at him, their eyes were extraordinarily cold, and an inexplicable chill ran up his back, his throat seemed to be pinched tightly by an invisible hand, but he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth. I can't move up and down, like falling into an ice cave, the chill is biting.

If people in the spiritual medium world were around, they would have seen that Feng Zhen was tightly imprisoned by a billowing black mist.

At that moment, Feng Zhen's pupils shrank slightly, and he felt that the handsome young man standing in front of him was not human.