After retirement, I became a gangster soul mate [Transmigration Book]

Hey, his wife still has to save himself. Just now he dreamed of Song Lingyi!

Yu Xian in the car has collapsed into a salted fish.

He folded his arms and looked empty, wondering if he had suffered too much, and his expression gradually became unlovable.

With a long sigh, he was deeply suspicious again - so what the hell was he messing with.

My wife would rather want an outsider than herself. She put her hot face on someone's cold ass, and even rushed here from a manor far away. When she was a ghost messenger, there was nothing that could make him so caring and proactive. Wanting to do something but being splashed with cold water in the end, it would be better to lie on the sofa at home and take a midday nap.

I couldn't help but yawned.

Yu Xian tilted his body and fell asleep on the back seat.

Under the familiar pear tree in the dream, Bai Yueguang, who usually sat there playing the piano and drinking tea, missed the appointment today. Yu Xian walked over in a daze, sat on the stone bench and stared at the pear tree above him in a daze. The pear blossoms were like snow The trees were covered with flowers, and the wind swayed slowly, a petal fell between the eyebrows, and he reached out to take it off.

Red is too harsh.

The quiet aroma flowing from the tip of the nose also became a bit fishy.

Yu Xian stood up abruptly, looking at the blood-red tree in disbelief.

There was a coffin behind the tree. He walked over quickly and pushed the coffin board away...

"Huh!" Yu Xian jumped up from the seat, and even made the driver in front of him jump.

He sat on the seat in a daze, panting slightly, his eyes staring at the back of the chair in front of him, a little empty.

Just now he dreamed of Song Lingyi!

Oh no, to be precise, it's Bai Yueguang with Song Lingyi's face!

As for the scene in the dream, the word "terrible" was almost smashed into his head. He is no longer a ghost in the establishment, but his soul is still an old ghost who has only lived for 800 years. This kind of dream cannot be made blindly. If it is done, it is an ominous omen that may come true, especially since the souls of him and Song Lingyi are still stamped with marriage stamps!

My wife is going to have an accident!

"Go back!" Yu Xian yelled, which only attracted the driver to take a helpless look in the rearview mirror.

What he said was useless, and Yu Xian's face gradually became gloomy.

"Go back to the nursing home." Compared with the high pitched voice just now, Yu Xian's voice was low and cold at this time.

The driver smelled a strong fragrance at first glance, and before he had time to distinguish it, he lost his mind, his body was like a puppet being manipulated, he turned the car around under Yu Xian's order, and then returned to the nursing home as fast as he could. To be honest, At this speed, the driver's driver's license is estimated to have to be revoked when he returns.

No matter how fast we rushed, it still took half an hour.

The piercing sound of brakes startled the birds in the nearby woods, and with a splash, many black shadows sprang out.

The frightened birds were circling in the sky, and a few of them landed and stopped on the roadside trees on both sides of the road. They looked at them with black eyes, flapped their wings twice, and uttered a rough cry: "Ga————— —”

Yu Xian got out of the car.

He glanced at the dense black crows parked on the trees on both sides.

There was no trace of Song Lingyi at the door, and there was no sign of a forced breakthrough. The security guard was still standing dutifully in the security booth with his broken jaw. It seemed that something happened after he left. The security guard took the initiative to let Song Lingyi and others in.

The security guard came out of the security booth and blocked the gate, apparently not intending to let him in.

The broken jaw opened and closed gently: "You...!"

The whole person was blown away by the black shadow that suddenly faced him.

After rolling several times on the ground, the security guard lay motionless on the ground, his eyeballs bulging out of his eye sockets on his broken face, and was picked up by a flying crow and swallowed.

Yu Xian didn't even look at it, and went to the security booth and pressed the control knob.

The door opened slowly, and an evil wind blew in, full of the smell of death and decay.

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Felice Sanatorium, under the signboard of a high-end sanatorium, the people who can live in it are either rich or expensive. The sanatorium is divided into several areas, the largest area is the elderly health care area, which occupies the east side of the sanatorium. There are three well-equipped buildings Huali Bailou is next to a lake garden, and next to the elderly health care area is the rehabilitation area, which mainly accepts some patients who have recovered from illness or need to recuperate for a long time. The third area is the smallest, and the general health care area is not limited. Age, among which various health and fitness items and equipment are top-notch, and will entertain some people who come here for health and rest within a period of time.

These three areas constitute the whole of the Phyllis Sanatorium that I saw at this time.

The front building is luxurious and high-end, connected to the surrounding white buildings, like a foreign palace.

Not to mention, business is pretty good.

Song Lingyi walked slowly behind Ye Li, his face was so pale that it was scary, he kept coughing softly, and seemed to be on the verge of fainting at any time. There was a small team behind him, a young girl with a backpack and a ponytail, carrying a long A cut-cut guy with a cloth bag, and a middle-aged man with a little beard.

The middle-aged man squinted his eyes pretending to be profound, and after staring at Song Lingyi for a while, he gave the little girl a look.

Song Lingyi felt uncomfortable all over.

After entering the building of this nursing home, his chest seemed to be pressed by something and he was a little out of breath, and his whole body was wrapped in a biting cold breath, the chill went straight to his bones, making it difficult for him to even walk , the tip of his nose was still lingering with an indescribable stench, which made him dizzy and almost double vision appeared before his eyes, and there were constant noisy voices in his ears, as if a group of people were whispering non-stop.

"Boss Song." The girl's crisp voice was like a gust of breeze, briefly suppressing the swelling pain in her head.

Song Lingyi looked at the spell sent to him, and took it.

Instantly felt more comfortable.

Looking back at the middle-aged man, the man squinted at him, somewhat dissatisfied.

Song Lingyi stuffed the talisman paper into his clothes bag and coughed twice.

"Hurry up." He urged impatiently.

Ye Li just finished handing over the information with the front desk, and now he is waiting for the person who will lead the way.

The person who led the way was a pretty girl. Her moist eyes made her look extraordinarily gentle and pleasant. She walked towards a group of people and greeted everyone with a tender smile. Facing such a Beauty, but Song Lingyi frowned, and took a step back with disgust on his face: "Change someone else, the smell is too bad."

The girl smiled awkwardly on her face.

Ye Li sniffed and was puzzled—not only did it not smell bad, but it was a little fragrant.

But the boss had to listen to what the boss said. Ye Li turned to look at the receptionist. The receptionist was smiling and not annoyed. She actually called another person over. This time, the girl was tall and slender, her face was rosy, and her peach eyes were slightly bent. , is a beautiful girl with a peach blossom face.

Song Lingyi's eyes swept over those peach blossom eyes that were flushed at the corners of his eyes, but Yu Xian thought of him.

Yu Xian also has a pair of peach blossom eyes, but they are a little smaller than this girl, and the corners of her eyes droop a little. If this girl looks like a delicate peach blossom in full bloom, that person is obviously coming to the festival, and the spring breeze has blown several times. Lazy and slow to stretch the buds of the petals.

The girl was about to say hello, but Song Lingyi frowned again: "The eyes are too ugly, change them."

Receptionist: "..." Is there something serious wrong with your aesthetics?

Ye Li has long been used to it, and glanced at the front desk expressionlessly.

The sweet smile at the front desk is almost unstoppable. If it weren't for the tough professionalism of the old lady, she would have blown you all out by now, and her mind would explode. She still picked up the internal phone and called someone over again. This time it was the There are many, all kinds of beauties are really a beautiful landscape.

Song Lingyi is tired.

Ye Li hurriedly brought the stool over from the side, took out the disinfectant spray and paper towels that she carried with her, and wiped them again and again.

"Look, these are all our excellent employees here, you can choose one you like."

Song Lingyi glanced at it quickly, and almost vomited from nausea.

After taking the boiled water poured out of Ye Li's thermos, he took a sip to suppress the feeling of nausea, and Song Lingyi said in disgust, "Is there no human here?"

The receptionist's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Song Lingyi thoughtfully.

Song Lingyi didn't look back: "Don't waste my time."

The front desk gritted his teeth: "Then tell me what you want, and I'll find it for you."

Song Lingyi looked up: "Then let him."

The front desk followed his line of sight. It was a low-level service worker who had just entered the front hall to work. He was a young man who was watering the green plants on the wall. The front desk frowned. This young man had a bit of skin. Hei, who is not handsome in general, how can he compare their beauties.

But if there is any real difference between the two... this is really an out-and-out person.

Ye Li walked over and said a few words to the boy.

The guy wiped his hands and walked to the front desk. The front desk looked at him and handed him a card.

In fact, there is a little-known area in the Phyllis Nursing Home. It is hidden in the woods to the west, and it is connected to it only by a concrete road that can pass through by one car. What kind of place is it? The young man in front leads the way in a sightseeing battery car, followed by an SUV and a roaring locomotive.

Drive all the way to the big iron gate.

The iron gate was five meters high, and the two sides were connected to the same high wall, and the wall was covered with an electrified barbed wire.

It's not like a recreational place, it's more like a prison.

The guy took the card and walked to the security booth at the door, swiped the card on a machine, the heavy iron door slowly moved to one side, the guy shivered unconsciously, and the cold sweat on his forehead slid down his face , the whole person fell into a state of panic and tension, looking at the wide open door, which was only a four-story building, he stopped in front of the door.

Ye Li walked over: "Just tell us which room we are in, you go back first."

The guy didn't know what room it was, he was just a guide, and he drove away in a battery car as if fleeing after hearing what Ye Li said. Ye Li could only go to the security booth. When he saw the people in the security booth, he was a little surprised , This person looks exactly like the security guard at the door, even the gloomy and uncomfortable eyes are so similar, he almost wonders if the security guard at the door has come here.

"quack--"

The woods are dense, and the light is a bit dark.

The hoarse crow's cry was creepy, Ye Li frowned, feeling a little guilty.

"Do you want to come in?" The security guard's voice sounded a bit malicious.

Ye Li's sharp eyes pierced over, but met a face with a smile on its face.

"If you don't go in, I'll close the door."

Ye Li hesitated for a few minutes, then walked back, stepped on the motorcycle, and drove through the iron gate.

The author has something to say: There is no small theater today

But today there is a ceremony to decide Song Lingyi's nickname!

From now on, please call him Song Jiaojiao!

As for the reason...

Song Jiaojiao, who is fragile, beautiful, delicate and hides her sickness, isn't he worthy of the word Jiaojiao!

Yuyu: Jiaojiao...? !

Song Jiaojiao: Let's see if I am pretty tonight

(This may be a scene from a long time later)