After Jiaoqibao and Long Aotian switched bodies

In a remote and secluded mountain depression under Qianhe Peak, there are messy weeds and barren grass, mixed with unknown white flowers.

In the deep night, little fireflies floated, like jellyfish in the deep sea, brushing against Jing Feiming's wide sleeves. He walked very fast, as light and easy as stepping on the clouds.

Wen Gu trotted all the way, chasing closely and slowly, barely keeping up with his footsteps.

The two walked for a long time without making a sound. Under a green pine tree, Jing Feiming suddenly stopped and turned to look at him quietly.

With a bright moon in the sky, Wen Gu's clean face was covered with a fine layer of sweat, and his dark and bright eyes were full of stubbornness. He just kept a distance from him, but followed him every step of the way.

Jing Feiming quietly took out a palm-sized flying boat from his sleeve, "Why follow me?"

Wen Gu's thin lips moved, he hesitated to speak, "I came out to get some air, and I didn't follow you."

Jing Feiming knew what was in his chest, and directly exposed him, "You saw that I was hit hard, and you are worried that I will seek death and life?"

"No, no." Wen Gu repeatedly denied it. He took a deep breath and said slowly, "You are in a bad mood. I want to accompany you for a while."

Jing Feiming groaned, and put the flying boat into his sleeve. He raised his palm, and a firefly landed in his palm, "What I'm laughing at is the injustice of heaven and earth, and it has nothing to do with you."

Wen Gu approached him cautiously step by step, "Is the law of heaven very unfair to you?"

Jing Feiming lowered his eyes, staring at the faint ray of light in his hand, "Have you ever seen the glow of the nine heavens?"

Without waiting for Wen Gu's answer, he said in a calm manner: "One day I saw that clear crimson color, like a flame in the Milky Way. .”

Wen Gu seemed to understand but half understood, and the distance from Jing Feiming was only one step away. He is a person who is good at listening, "What happened next?"

"Later..." Jing Feiming let out a chuckle in his voice, his palm remained motionless, the firefly in his palm struggled hard, and the light gradually dimmed, "Like this bug, when the sun is setting and the mountains are dying, when the lamp is exhausted."

Wen Gu's dark and bright pupils dilated, "Are you going to be like it?"

Jing Feiming smiled lightly, raised his eyes and looked at him bluntly, "Dust is like tide, people are like water, morning is like blue silk and evening is snow, I am not a narrow-minded person, you can have this natural blessing, within the sect No one will bully you again."

"Will you be like him?" Wen Gu asked stubbornly.

Jing Feiming looked at the dying firefly in his hand, "If you can't fly, you will die. What's the difference between a thousand years and a hundred years? It's just a matter of living a little longer."

Yingying's moisture spread from the bottom of Wen Gu's eyes, and a gleam of water was exquisitely carved in the night. He said firmly, "Xiao Jing, I will protect you and won't let you die!"

Mirror?

Jing Feiming raised his brows, feeling amused in his heart, this silly little guy is so amazing, it can always make his stagnant heart turbulent, he deliberately teases, "What if the law of heaven wants me to die?"

Wen Gu was stunned for a moment, and said seriously: "No matter what the way of heaven or humanity is, I will not let you die, I will definitely save you."

"It will." He repeated firmly.

Jing Feiming looked at him calmly, and this time, he smiled again, with a pleasant smile permeating the corners of his brows and eyes, and his tone returned to his usual laziness, "What kind of person am I, how could I die so easily?"

After finishing speaking, the faint purple light from his fingertips flashed across, and the firefly in his palm stood up tremblingly. The extinguished fluorescent light gradually brightened, and it was full of life again.

Wen Gu was shocked by this miraculous scene, and said involuntarily, "Xiao Jing, you are so amazing!"

"Not enough."

In Jing Feiming's heart, since he failed in crossing the catastrophe, he left the responsibility of being the head of the sect on his shoulders, and lived freely in the waterside pavilion.

Because he knew that a few restless apprentices were ambitious, even if he wasn't the head, there would still be people in the sect who would take care of those messy things, but now, he had a concern in his heart.

The people of the demon clan wanted to put Yuan Jiuyuan to death, and Xue Laosan of Tiandao Peak wanted to kill Yuan Jiuyuan to avenge his revenge. The world is so big that there is no room for the cub of the extremely heavenly demon king in all the heavens and nine states.

That being the case, Jing Feiming will help him sweep away the wasteland and remove the obstacles in the way ahead, so that he can walk in this world openly and magnanimously.

Those who want to take Yuan Jiuyuan's life forget one thing, Ziyi Zhenjun is just decadent, not a waste.

Though the sword is in the scabbard, it is still the sword.

……

Yuning City.

buzzing-

The warm light from the hotel's carved wall lamp shrouded Wen Gu's side face buried in the pillow. He fell into a drowsy sleep and touched the phone on the bedside table.

Caller: Shang Ze

Wen Gu hung up mercilessly, the time in the upper left corner of the phone was five in the morning, and he had to go to the set to start work at seven, and he lost all sleepiness.

Clicking on the mobile phone album, Yuan Jiuyuan left him a video, briefly stating what happened yesterday, and hearing that there was a Yin spirit in the plastic bag, Wen Gu suddenly became refreshed.

What does Yuan Jiuyuan want to do?

Wen Gu quickly checked the room, and as expected, he saw a black round plastic bag on the washstand.

The climate in Yuning City is pleasant in late autumn, and the hotel has a 24-hour constant temperature system. In just a few seconds, Wen Gu broke out in a cold sweat. His handsome face in the mirror was pale, and he stared at the garbage bag in horror.

"Hey……"

Wen Gu called out cautiously, the plastic bag shook and moved further away from him.

This weird scene made Wen Gu's heart tense, his dark pupils trembled, Yuan Jiuyuan really brought the ghost back!

He took a few steps back, immediately closed the bathroom door, and hugged his furry head with his hands to calm himself down quickly.

This thing must not be left behind. At the thought of being in the same room with ghosts, Wen Gu felt a chill run down his spine, and his mind was filled with scenes from various horror movies.

After a long time, he gradually calmed down from his fear, opened the door again, and summoned up the courage to say, "Ah Piao, let's go."

The plastic bag moved again, moved out of the marble sink, fell lightly on the ground, rolled to the corner like a balloon, and then clung to the wall tightly. It seemed that it was very insecure and needed the wall to protect it Same.

Wen Gu stared blankly, and asked cautiously, "You've gone the wrong way, that...do you want me to help you?"

The ghost was packed in a plastic bag, so it was natural that he couldn't see the road clearly. Wen Gu hesitated, picked up the clothes rail, picked up the plastic bag from a distance, and rushed downstairs quickly.

It would be too immoral to release ghosts in the corridors of the hotel. Wen Gu, who is very civic-minded, came all the way to the deserted seaside, "What do you think of this place?"

Yin Ling hung on the clothes rail, silent.

Wen Gu saw that he liked it very much, so he gently put it in a small sandpit, and then ran away without looking back.

Behind him, the bulging plastic bag shrank, and a pitch-black shadow stuck to the ground, flying like a snake, following Wen Gu step by step.

Ning Xiaohai's ghost was in a panic. Yesterday he experienced a ghostly nightmare. This ruthless person can not only see ghosts, but also has the ability to catch ghosts with his own hands.

He pretended to check the corpse as if nothing had happened, but in fact he was leading ghosts out of the cave. He was fooled by greed. I don’t know what kind of magic this person used to stuff him into a bag and bring him back. Now he let him go so generously. Would he believe it? ?

A scheming person is playing hard to get, if he really dares to go, another set of spells will subdue him, so Ning Xiaohai doesn't go anywhere, letting his plot come to nothing.

In "Rakshatian", Xiao Yuren doesn't have many roles. He appeared briefly in Feng Xiulie's life, but left an indelible mark. Xiao Yuren is the only kindness in Feng Xiulie's rock-solid heart.

Until he died because of Feng Xiulie's deadly sword, Feng Xiulie fell into a demon for a moment, furiously swears, from now on he will not be in harmony with the righteous way, and will enshrine the skulls of the world's Taoist cultivators into the sea, filling the entire coast of the East China Sea.

The filming lasted until [-]:[-] pm. Wen Gu went back to the hotel to take a shower, had a quick meal, and was going to the supermarket to sell vegetables. He borrowed a crew kitchen to prepare tomorrow's meals when Captain Gao called.

"Xiao Wen, according to what you said yesterday, I found out that Ning Xiaohai had been treated in a hospital before his death, and now I'm going to that hospital to check the case information, can you go with me?!"

There used to be a ghost in the hotel room. Wen Gu was afraid and always felt chilly. The ghost seemed to be hiding in the room. If Ning Xiaohai's grievances were resolved, he might go to reincarnate with peace of mind.

Wen Gu readily agreed.

……

The senior ward is quiet and quiet, the curtains are half-covered, and the white walls around are covered with yellow talisman papers. There is a copper octagonal incense burner on the bedside table, with three scarlet incense sticks burning out curling green smoke.

A statue of the Taishang Laojun sat on the table in a precarious manner, and a pregnant Maitreya stood next to him, smiling. Han Zhao curled up on the hospital bed, holding a silver cross in both hands, and looked at the door of the ward vigilantly.

"How long have you been in this situation?"

The attending psychiatrist stood in front of the hospital bed, scribbling notes.

Han Zhao glanced at him distractedly, and said seriously, "I'm not crazy, there are really ghosts in this world."

"I believe in you, how about adding two more tablets for An Ding?" the doctor asked thoughtfully.

Han Zhao sighed angrily, "Why don't you believe what I said? My younger brother was bent over by a ghost. That ghost's mana is so powerful that he can change into any identity. Last time he became the master of Snow Dragon King."

The doctor wrote another line on the record sheet, and persuaded earnestly: "Science has proved that there are no ghosts in this world. We must be materialists and not feudal superstition."

"I saw it with my own eyes, and our President Chen also saw it. He lives in the ward next to mine. Are we both crazy?" Han Zhao argued.

The doctor said thoughtfully: "Oh? Did you eat mushrooms together that day? The ones with red umbrellas and white stems?"

Han Zhao was silent for a while, and said seriously: "I'm really not sick, you believe what I say."

The doctor put the pen back into his pocket and said solemnly: "Please also believe in my professional quality. You have been in this state and will never be discharged from the hospital. How about this? Go out of the ward and see for yourself. not exist."

Han Zhao's firm belief was shaken. After careful consideration for a long time, he said, "Okay, I'll go out and have a look."

"This is the first step in your recovery, congratulations!" The doctor looked at him encouragingly.

The injuries on Han Zhao's body have healed, but the psychological scars are hard to heal. He gently pushed open the door of the ward, and the empty corridor was cold and quiet.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Han Zhao took the first step, and the doctor applauded him vigorously from behind. He supported the handrail on the wall and walked slowly, step by step out of the shadow in his heart.

Gradually steadfast in his steps, Han Zhao quickly walked past the nurse's desk, stepped past the consultant, and stepped on the stairs leading to the hospital lobby. The doubts that had been pressing on his mind for days disappeared.

Han Zhao showed a triumphant smile, no longer relying on the handrails, and leaped down the stairs like flying.

The hall was brightly lit. Bathed in the light, Han Zhao felt that the panic he had experienced for the past few days was ridiculous. The doctor was right, there are no ghosts in this world.

But it was all just a misunderstanding, he analyzed in his heart, Xue Long Wang was getting old and confused, it was nothing unusual to ask Wen Gu to be his master, as for Wen Gu's big change in temperament, maybe it was really just a split personality?

Han Zhao is not sure. He doesn't want to think about it now. He wants to enjoy the hard-won freedom and freedom. When he comes to the vending machine, he wants to buy a cup of coffee to refresh himself.

As steaming coffee was poured into the coffee cup, Han Zhaoyi folded his arms and stared at it. Suddenly, his expression became stiff, and he stared blankly at the reflective glass of the vending machine.

Behind him, an extremely familiar face appeared.

"Your coffee is ready."

Wen Gu, who was queuing up to buy coffee, said softly.

The understated voice fell in Han Zhao's eyes like a thunderbolt, as if saying coldly: Your time of death has arrived.

"Ghost! There are ghosts!"

Han Zhao yelled sharply, was greatly frightened, staggered back, tripped and fell to the ground unsteadily.

Wen Gu didn't expect to see Han Zhao in the hospital, and before he had time to be surprised, his face turned pale, and he didn't dare to look behind him, "Did you see it?"

Han Zhao retreated to the corner of the wall, trying to stand up by climbing the wall, but his arms were so weak that he couldn't use his strength, and he murmured, "There are ghosts... There are ghosts..."

Wen Gu was so frightened that he walked up to him and tried to help him stand up, "There is really a ghost, I didn't expect you to see it."

Are you scaring me?

At the critical moment, Han Zhao burst out a life-saving force from his body, pushed him away roughly, and ran up the steps with big strides.

His heart was beating beyond his load, his temples were heaving rapidly, he didn't care about anything, the only way to calm down his fear was to go back to the bed in the ward.

Wen Gu's face was so pale and bloodless, how could it be the face of a living person? Han Zhao kept thinking about Wen Gu's appearance just now, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt scared.

you saw it……

You actually looked at me, so I want to kill you, that must be the meaning.

Han Zhao ran forward desperately. The stairs seemed to be trapped in a terrifying cycle. He didn't know when he bumped into someone. It wasn't until the tall man grabbed his shoulders that he saw the shiny spots on the man's shoulders. badge.

A strong sense of security emerged spontaneously, and Han Zhao almost shed tears, holding the man's arm tightly, "Help me!"

Captain Gao looked at his empty back and said with relief: "Speak slowly, what happened to you?"

"I met...a ghost!" Han Zhao took a deep breath. In the early years, he heard the master say that the police have official airs, and ghosts and ghosts dare not approach them.

Captain Gao's expression suddenly became serious, and he supported his arm to make him stand upright, "What kind of ghost?"

Han Zhao had lingering fears in his heart, "My younger brother has been possessed. That ghost has powerful magic powers and can take on any identity. I discovered this secret. He has been monitoring me in the hospital, and he threatened to kill me just now!"

Captain Gao glanced at the card in his hand, which said Ward 45 of the Psychiatric Department, and showed a clear expression.

Han Zhao had sharp eyes and quick hands, and immediately said, "What I said is true. I'm not crazy. Uncle policeman, you must believe me."

In the past, Captain Gao would not have believed these words, but since he experienced what happened to Ning Xiaohai and saw the spiritual power in Wen Gu, he had to believe that there were some supernatural powers in this world.

"Don't worry, I have a friend who specializes in this. He came to the hospital with me."

Han Zhao gradually relaxed his body, leaned against the railing with no strength, and asked doubtfully, "Do the police also care about this?"

It was inconvenient for Captain Gao to reveal Wen Gu's real identity, and said superficially: "We don't care, but some departments will. Don't ask about this matter."

Han Zhao had a good brain, and guessed at once that it should be some kind of secret department. The last time he invited Snow Dragon King, he was defeated by the evil ghost. If the government takes action this time, this ubiquitous ghost will definitely be wiped out.

He smiled slowly, "Can you take him to the detention center? I'm worried that he will hurt others."

"You wait for me first, I'll go find my friend, and we'll come back to you later." Captain Gao ignored his appeal and walked down the stairs.

Han Zhao didn't dare to stay alone, and felt safe with the police, "I'll go with you."

In the hospital lobby, Wen Gu bought a bottle of water from the vending machine, sat on the bench, swallowed it in small sips to suppress his shock, his dark and moist eyes wandered around.

Has Ning Xiaohai been following him?Wen Gu's body was cold, and his jaw was retracted into the collar of his T-shirt. Han Zhao's expression of terrified expression was especially vivid, and his eyeballs almost fell out.

Ever since I met Han Zhao, I have never seen him lose his composure like this. Ning Xiaohai must have looked terrifying. Wen Gu was very glad that he didn't look back at that time.

terrible……

Wen Gu hugged the water bottle tightly, the blood on his pretty face faded, at this moment, he heard someone's footsteps coming down the steps, accompanied by Captain Gao's calm voice——

"Don't you worry, my friend is waiting for me in the hall, as soon as he sees you, your problem will be solved."

When Captain Gao saw Wen Gu, he showed a kind smile, "Xiao Wen, I just met someone who said he had encountered a ghost. Would you like to help him see?"

He turned his head and said enthusiastically, "This is my friend."

boom--

The first second he saw Wen Gu, Han Zhao opened his mouth, but he didn't have the strength to scream again. The blood in his whole body flowed backwards, and the world spun in an instant. fell to the ground.

"Hey, are you okay?" Captain Gao bent down and patted Han Zhao's cheek vigorously.

Wen Gu felt his face ache when he heard the crackling sound, and said softly, "Stop beating him, it was Ning Xiaohai who scared him like this."

Captain Gao gasped, "Ning Xiaohai is here too?"

Wen Gu nodded, touched his cold wrist, "He has been following me."

"This is an evil spirit! We are avenging him, but he dares to come out and harm people everywhere." Captain Gao said worriedly.

The innocent ghost stuck to the ceiling looked at Wen Gu sadly, what can I do, I am innocent too!