Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

"Dad, it's done." Xie Bowen handed the last candle figurine to Meng Zezhi.

Meng Zezhi took it, and skillfully picked up the burnt embroidery needle with tweezers and pierced a small black hole in the little man's stomach, and then put the little man into the sink.

76 figurines of candles are neatly placed in the sink, which looks a bit creepy.

Meng Zezhi took out a piece of talisman and pasted it on the water outlet of the faucet, and finally unscrewed the valve. The tap water fell into the sink along the talisman, and soon submerged the little candle figurine in the sink, overflowing.

After finishing this, he took out the towel on the shelf and wiped the water off his hands.

Han Daqin took the opportunity to get closer: "Uncle Xie, did Hou Wanhua offend you?"

"Yeah." Meng Ze replied in a rather salty way: "By the way, why are you free to come to my place today?"

Hearing this, Han Daqin immediately put the matter of Hou Wanhua behind him, and said awkwardly, "Isn't this about Wan Zihuai?"

It's not that he doesn't believe in Meng Zezhi's ability, it's that what happened that day was too horrifying, and he cherishes his life.

So he came out of the hospital on his front foot, and went to visit several famous masters on his back foot, wondering if he could ask them to help take that old ghost away.

He didn't want to live in fear every day.

When they first entered the door, these so-called masters put on airs, but when they heard that they were dealing with a hundred-year-old ghost, they immediately changed their faces.

This time, Han Daqin was even more afraid.

So after going round and round, he finally found Meng Zezhi.

"Uncle Xie, you see that your injuries have healed, should you free up your hands to deal with that old ghost?" Han Daqin said.

"Why, I'm in a hurry." Meng Zezhi put the towel back on the shelf, and reached for the water glass on the table.

"That's not it." Seeing this, Han Daqin picked up the water glass first, and handed it to Meng Zezhi with both hands.

"There's no rush for this." Meng Zezhi reached out to take it, raised his head and gulped it down, and then continued: "If you are afraid, you might as well go abroad to hide."

"I, I..." Han Daqin was a little embarrassed, but couldn't help thinking about the feasibility of this matter.

"It's just human nature." Meng Zezhi said: "I'll get you a few amulets, as long as you stay away from Wan Zihuai, you will be safe."

"Good good."

Meng Zezhi took down a wooden box from the bookshelf and took out ten amulets, five for Han Daqin and five for Xie Bowen.

Han Daqin accepted it excitedly, Xie Bowen didn't want to say anything, he looked determined: "I will stay in the capital and be with you."

What Meng Zezhi meant was to ask him to go abroad with Han Daqin to escape.

But Xie Bowen has always been filial, and he didn't want to run away alone, leaving his father in danger alone.

"It's fine." Meng Zezhi didn't force it, he thought he still had the ability to protect Xie Bowen, and he was more at ease with people staying under his nose: "But you hold the talisman paper for self-defense. "

"it is good."

"By the way," Meng Zezhi remembered something. He held a fan and looked at Han Daqin: "Before that, I have to ask you to do me a favor."

"Tell me." Han Daqin said hastily.

"Please help me find out, how did Lu Huaijin die?" Meng Zezhi said.

He has always had a question in his heart.

Lu Huaijin died, and Wan Zihuai, who was married to Yin, took over his body. This is not difficult to explain. As long as Wan Zihuai and Lu Huaijin have the same birth date, it is not impossible to make mistakes.

The problem now is that Wan Zihuai was reborn at the stall where the Yin marriage was formed, that is to say, Lu Huaijin died a second ago.

How did he die?

Scared to death?Or something else?

"Okay, I'll investigate right now." Han Daqin responded repeatedly.

After leaving the door of Duan's house, Han Daqin thought about it, and told the driver: "Let's go, let's go to Shangcheng Group first."

Shangcheng Group is owned by Duan Congyan.

"I don't think you should stay in the country anymore, go abroad to escape with me." Han Daqin took the water handed by the secretary, raised his head and drank it, and then continued: "If you get close to Xie Guangsheng's family, you will I'm afraid that you will be implicated... It's not that I don't believe in Xie Guangsheng's ability, I also want to be kind, but I'm afraid, look at my neck, the pinch mark left by the red ghost is still there!"

Duan Congyan subconsciously wanted to refuse, but he didn't know why, so he could only say: "I'm leaving, what should the company do?"

"My brother, earning money is not as important as saving your life..." Han Daqin said anxiously.

Just as he was speaking, a cool wind hit his spine along the soles of his feet.

Han Daqin shrunk his neck subconsciously: "Congyan, is the air conditioner in your office broken? Why do I feel the chill behind me?"

Then there was only a bang, and Duan Congyan stood up from the office chair, looking through Han Daqin, his hands clenched into fists suddenly, and his heart was raised to his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe: " Han Daqin—”

"What's the matter?" Han Daqin didn't know, so he followed his line of sight to look behind him, and was facing a face with the whites of his eyes upturned and his facial features weeping blood.

Han Daqin's legs were weak, and he gasped, his mouth trembling: "Cong, Congyan, I, I, he, he..."

The next moment, a pair of thin hands pinched his neck.

"Ahem..." Han Daqin beat the hand on his neck desperately, and rolled his eyes upwards: "Help, save..."

Duan Congyan came back to his senses, grabbed the notebook on the table and threw it at the hanged ghost.

Unexpectedly, the hanged ghost was knocked on the ground by the notebook, a stern look flashed in his eyes, and he turned to look at Duan Congyan behind the desk.

Duan Congyan couldn't help but took two steps back, then grabbed the teacup at hand and smashed it on the hanged ghost's forehead again.

The ghostly aura around the hanged ghost rose a few centimeters in an instant, obviously angered by Duan Congyan's reckless provocation, only to hear a plop, Han Daqin was thrown out by him, and then flew towards Duan Congyan with a sneer.

"Cough cough, cough cough..." Han Daqin held his throat, grabbed the ground with his head, and coughed desperately.

After finally recovering his breath, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the desk. Amidst the tears, he saw Duan Congyan being strangled by the hanged ghost and lifted into the air.

"Hold--"

With a hoarse throat, Han Daqin cursed secretly, as if he remembered something, he scrambled to the sofa, grabbed the document bag above it in a hurry, and took out a handful of yellow talismans from it.

Looking at these yellow talismans, Han Daqin's eyes lit up, he gritted his teeth, got up from the ground with difficulty, and rushed towards the hanged ghost crookedly.

Before he could get close, the hanged ghost who reacted was going to grab his neck again.

But he didn't expect that the moment his hand touched Han Daqin, a golden light suddenly shot out from the yellow talisman in Han Daqin's hand, hitting his body fiercely.

Immediately afterwards, the hanged ghost flew upside down and slammed on the file cabinet.

Unexpectedly, Duan Congyan fell from mid-air.

"what--"

The hanged ghost knelt on the shards of glass on the ground, with black smoke billowing from his body, howling endlessly.

Seeing that the amulet was effective, Han Daqin's eyes lit up, and with the last of his strength, he rushed at the hanged ghost, pasted the amulet on his body, and then firmly pressed him down.

"what--"

The hanged ghost's face was contorted, and black smoke billowed from his body. He said in a hateful voice, "I'm going to kill you, kill you... ah..."

Gradually, the voice of resentment became quieter, until finally it disappeared without a trace.

Han Daqin turned over and saw that the hanged ghost was gone, leaving only black powder on the ground.

"Huh!" He closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

The secretary came late, and immediately saw Duan Congyan, who was half kneeling on the ground, holding his right wrist, with a pale face, and she exclaimed: "General manager."

She hurried forward to help Duan Congyan up from the ground: "How are you doing?"

"It's okay, I just twisted my wrist." Duan Congyan panted slightly.

"I'll take you to the hospital." The secretary said quickly.

"Ah."

When Meng Zezhi arrived, Duan Congyan and his party just came out of the hospital.

"Uncle Xie!" Seeing Meng Zezhi, Han Daqin just came back to his senses, and his eyes turned red when he remembered that he had narrowly escaped death again.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault that I didn't think well enough to surprise you." Meng Zezhi apologized. Of course, these words were mainly for Duan Congyan.

Duan Congyan was on a business trip two days ago and only returned to the capital this morning. Meng Zezhi never had the chance to deliver the amulet to him.Unexpectedly, because of this momentary omission, something happened to Duan Congyan.

"It should be my fault. That ghost came after me, and I brought him to Congyan's office..." Han Daqin said a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, it's a blessing or a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided." Although Duan Congyan had lingering fears, he also knew that Han Daqin had come to him for his own sake.

"Li Wenhuan is a lunatic, not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, for your safety, you should stay at home during this time." Meng Zezhi suggested.

"Okay." Duan Congyan agreed.

"Uncle Xie, how about I move to live with you too." After going through such a situation, Han Daqin dared not bring up the matter of the country anymore.

"Alright."

The author has something to say:

Mouhai: Son, if you don't get hurt, the emotional drama won't come out!

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