The Great God of Exorcism, please take me to fly

Ling Guang held a piece of yellowish talisman paper between his fingers, on which red complex patterns were drawn, he held a mahogany sword in front of him, and muttered, "All those who are fighting in front of the army are in the front line, hurrying like a law- —”

The talisman paper was thrown out violently, and galloped away, imprinting on the back of a ghost.

Poor little ghost thought that Ling Guang's morality was not high, so he looked down on him, but he didn't expect it to fall into his hands.

Ling Guang put the little ghost in the Qiankun bag, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Today is the final deadline, and tomorrow is the annual mid-level exam. I originally gave up, but I still came out unwillingly to try my luck. I didn’t expect this to happen. I have to sigh, the world is still very beautiful.

Well, there is one No.80, and it has reached the standard of an intermediate spirit master.

Ling Guang couldn't help feeling complacent, humming an out-of-tune tune, driving his little broken car home in a good mood.

I was in a good mood, and the speed of the car couldn't help but increase.At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out from the side and was about to collide with him. Ling Guang slammed on the brakes, forcing the car to stop.

After the car stopped, the figure in front suddenly disappeared.

Ling Guang broke out in a cold sweat, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

Hit someone?

Did you hit someone?

Shouldn't it?

Is it a ghost?Did you hit a ghost?

He was very disturbed, wishing very much that he had bumped into a ghost.

In their line of work, hitting ghosts is better than hitting people.

Ling Guang regained his composure, opened the car door bravely, and came to the front of the car, only to see a man lying in front of his car, sound asleep, with no intention of getting up at all.

Hey Hey hey--

This is Porcelain, right?

Surely it is!

Ling Guang took a step back, looked around and wanted to run, but was suddenly grabbed by his ankle.

Ling Guang was shocked violently and screamed out.

He stabilized his breath, looked down at the half-dead man, squatted down and pushed him, "Hey, are you okay? Do you want an ambulance?" After a pause, he couldn't help but said, "You hit him yourself , has nothing to do with me, I think you should understand, right?"

After pushing for a long time and calling for a long time, the person didn't respond in the slightest, and there was no sign of loosening even the strength of his ankle.

Ling Guang couldn't help scratching his hair, a little impatiently, "Hey, you're not dead, at least make a sound."

Ling Guang patted his face and found that his cheeks were hot. He thought he had a fever, so he leaned over to take a closer look and smelled alcohol.

It was an alcoholic.

Damn, it's so much fun.

He stood up, gritted his teeth and pulled his feet away. Without hesitation, he opened the door and started the car, ready to run.

At this moment, a figure jumped up in front of him, opened the car door without hesitation, threw himself on the back seat, and closed the door, all in one go.

Ling Guang came back from his sluggishness in an instant, and couldn't help shouting when he turned around, "What are you doing?"

The man turned over and groaned drunkenly, "You hit me, you are responsible."

responsible?

I take responsibility for your paralysis.

Ling Guang said with black lines all over his face, "You bumped into it yourself, right? None of my business!"

The man didn't agree with him, Ling Guang resigned himself to driving, "Then I'll take you to the hospital and give you a full body check."

"Don't go to the hospital. If you send me to the hospital, I will call the police."

Damn it!

Ling Guang cried out frantically, "I didn't hit you, you did it yourself, it has nothing to do with me, why should I be responsible?"

"Noisy!"