The male protagonist, he doesn’t follow the script [Quick Transmigration]

The next day they made an appointment to go to Zhengding together, but early in the morning Zhou Chengduo received a text message from Xiao Guannan.

"He has something to do, so he told me he can't go." Zhou Chengduo told his uncle with a sad expression.

He still felt that Xiao Guannan, who had witnessed his ability with his own eyes, was hiding something, and the three people his uncle had brought in were very clever in pretending to be tricks, maybe it was hard to live up to their reputation.

Xiao Guannan can never calculate the horoscope in a godly way, and he can solve the problem in the same way.Maybe those three were just paying money to appear inscrutable and fool people.

Little did they know, Xiao Guannan was just getting started with Fengshui and Zhouyi, so he couldn't say that.What he relies on is his magical perception of Yin Qi, as well as the King of Ghosts.

Zhou Jian obviously didn't care about Xiao Guannan. He just said "Yes" to express his understanding, and turned to ask the butler: "The car has been arranged, and the heavenly masters from Xuanxumen and Du's family haven't arrived yet? Let me know as soon as we arrive."

——He woke up this morning again feeling stares in his eyes, shortness of breath, almost fainting, and he even retched for a long time, feeling completely dazed.This made him more afraid and wanted to solve the problem quickly.

Of course, part of my heart was worried that something might happen to Song Ranjia who was pregnant with his child.

Soon Maoling Sanren and his disciples arrived, and finally Du Chengyuan.

It's just that when he entered the door, everyone's faces turned pale.

"Du, Heavenly Master Du... this is..."

Zhou Jian swallowed his saliva, trying to calm himself down.

"A friend of mine. Xia Yi." A celestial master named Du Chengyuan introduced them.

……friend?

Everyone collectively looked at the bluish-black... Mr. behind him whose feet were five centimeters above the ground.

Xia Yi showed them a polite smile with green face and tiger teeth.

Zhou's uncle and nephew and Mao Ling's master and apprentice felt a chill down their backs at the same time.

This, this, this... is simply a ghost!

"...Du Tianshi..." Maoling Sanren shifted his gaze from Xia Yi back to Tan Jiuzhang with a stiff expression, "You are...? We are here to solve the Zhou family's problem..." It's not about scaring dead they came...

"Xia Yi is very sensitive to Yin Qi, and has a good understanding of many curses and spells. I think he can help."

Xia Yi also nodded with a smile: "I'm really here to help." After the ghost banner, it's completely a hang up.

Zhou Jian looked at him in fear, and then looked at Tan Jiuzhang in embarrassment, with a look of prayer on his face.

Tan Jiuzhang just said: "If you want to solve the problem, you'd better be more courageous. Ghosts and ghosts are not all for harming the world. Compared with being afraid of Xia Yi, I think you should worry about the people who plot against you behind your back."

Zhou Jian hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth and agreed, but originally planned to ask the driver to drive a seven-seater car to Zhengding, but now, he quietly asked the housekeeper to arrange a few more cars - he had to take Du Chengyuan and his "ghost" friend "It is impossible to separate yourself from yourself!

As the king of ghosts, Xia Yi has sharp eyes and ears, and when he heard his arrangement, he smiled and said, "Don't be so troublesome, I'll just hide my body." As soon as the words fell, the ghost king was no longer visible.

"This..." Zhou Jianze opened and closed his mouth, apologetic, but more relieved - even if he heard that this ghost is not a bad guy... No, a bad ghost, just looking at it is scary.

He couldn't have been better at hiding.

The group got in the car and set off, and Tan Jiuzhang chose the seat in the last row.There are three seats in the back row of the seven-seater car, and sitting in the same row with him is Zhou Jianze's nephew Zhou Chengduo.The rich third generation did not sit next to him, but was separated from him by a seat in the middle, and his sitting posture seemed to be a little stiff—as if he wanted to stay as far away from him as possible.

"I guess I was frightened by you." Tan Jiuzhang said to Xia Yi via voice transmission.

A trace of coolness climbed up the arm hanging beside him, and slowly moved, obviously it was Xia Yi.Tan Jiuzhang unconsciously pulled the corners of his mouth.

He is not like the male protagonist who has extraordinary talent and no yin and yang eyes. Xia Yi deliberately hides, so he can't see the other party.

"Aren't you afraid?" Xia Yi's voice was as low as a mosquito rang in his ears, not through sound transmission.A bit of cold and moist breath scraped over the pinna, like an air conditioner blowing on the ears.

If others were to be treated like this suddenly, they would probably be terrified.That is to say, Tan Jiuzhang could laugh, and even guessed based on the approximate location, and gently stroked Xia Yiliang's short, fluffy hair.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm the ghost king."

"I am a celestial master. I have achieved success in cultivation, and I protect my body with qi. Your yin qi can't corrode me. Unless—" Tan Jiuzhang also responded in a low voice, with a smile on his face, "It's ghosts who absorb human essence through the exchange of bodily fluids. , The method of collecting yin and nourishing yang is realized. Do you have this plan, A Yi?"

He turned his head slightly and spoke in a very low voice, as if deliberately seductive, and his warm breath brushed against Xia Yi's cold side face.

For a second, Xia Yi felt that his soul body and face were burning faintly, and because of this guy's words, he subconsciously had some charming associations.Then he looked down at his black and blue soul body, and all his reveries disappeared in an instant.

See, ghost, yes!

He is a ghost!The dark one is enough to scare nine out of ten children to tears, and the remaining one is the kind that faints from fright!If he wants to do something with Tan Jiuzhang that needs to be dealt with in movies and novels - of course he wants to!For so many years in their last life, there have naturally been countless things that have been framed in the strict rules and regulations that colleague Jin Jiang showed him when he joined the job——

He was not even sure that Tan Jiuzhang would be interested.

Because he looked at himself and felt... emmm, he's not interested.

Xia Yi was silent for a long time.This made Tan Jiuzhang, who was planning to tease him, startled: "Little bastard?"

"...I really want to pick you up." A cold thing wrapped around Tan Jiuzhang's neck, and he couldn't see it. This kind of scene usually happens in some movies that are not popular with the public, although they are only for adults. Equally blood-pumping and adrenaline-pumping, but just screaming and covering your eyes with your hands instead of...wasting some toilet paper.

Xia Yi looked at his green arm that was around Tan Jiuzhang, which only he could see, and felt sad: "It's a good thing you can still laugh and kiss me now."

Tan Jiuzhang didn't expect that he was thinking about this.The man froze for a moment, then laughed softly: "I never thought that there would be a day when you would doubt your charm in front of me."

His little bastard took pleasure in teasing him completely and relentlessly, knowing how much he had a crush on him.And damn it, Tan Jiuzhang couldn't learn how to resist him.They are very compatible, no matter from every aspect, from body to heart.

But now Xia Yi sounds a little aggrieved.

His concern about his appearance made Tan Jiuzhang feel a little novelty, followed by joy: this kind of concern made him feel how much this little bastard loved him.

But to Tan Jiuzhang, this person is more important than everything else.

Tan Jiuzhang reached out and grabbed the chilly hand in the pit of his neck: "If you want, let's finish this matter, and we can go further to 'communicate'."

He couldn't see Xia Yi's hand, so he stroked it with his hand, separated the ghost king's fingers one by one thinly, and then clasped his hand with the opponent's hand in a suggestive way, with the root of the finger sticking to the root of the finger: "I welcome you if you want to supplement."

Xia Yi buried him in the crescent of his neck and took a light bite, then refused in a low voice: "No."

"Ok?"

"...I'm afraid I'll leave a shadow on myself." He murmured on Tan Jiuzhang's shoulder, "Wait a minute, I'm cultivating when I come here. I'm going to practice as a ghost, and when I have accumulated enough merits, I can use spells to refine my body." You can look like a normal person."

Tan Jiuzhang laughed: "Why didn't I know you were so stinky before?"

This is called the appearance of a man who pleases himself.

Xia Yi complained in a low voice, but refused to admit it, and only bit Tan Jiuzhang again.

This time it was a bit heavier, Tan Jiuzhang let out a soft "hiss", and rubbed the ghost king's hair again dumbfounded, like stroking a small animal: "Okay, okay, I won't say it? Little bastard... No, little ancestor .”

The two are bored together.

And one seat away, Zhou Chengduo, a third-generation rich man from Yu Guang, quietly watched Du Tianshi stroking the void with his hands strangely, with a smile on his face, and his lips moved as if communicating with something...

Silently, a cold sweat broke out on the back.

……uncle!help me!

I have no interest in watching horror movies play!And this celestial master!He is so scary!

Amidst Tan Jiuzhang and Xia Yi's trembling with Zhou Chengduo, who thought no one had noticed, Zhengding arrived soon.

"I went back to check last night. Ran Jia sent me the address of her hometown before, and it's here."

Zhou Jian asked the driver to drive the car into a village on the side of the road.

The sign at the entrance of the village says "Songjia Village".

As the car drove all the way in, Xia Yi noticed through the car window that the village was relatively not well developed, and the houses seemed rather old. There were not many fashionable small western-style buildings built in the new countryside construction in recent years.But maybe it is also the case, the doors of the villagers’ homes here are all open, and occasionally some women or old people with children in front of the door can be seen chatting.

Seeing Zhou Jianze's car, many people stared at it—it seems that this village doesn't have much communication with the outside world. Everyone in the village knows each other's cars, but Zhou Jianze's car is very strange, so he was noticed .

Driving all the way to Song Ranjia's old house, the driver was a little embarrassed: "I can't go in any further." I have to go through a narrow alleyway to get to Song Ranjia's old house.

Zhou Jian asked him to find a nearby open space to stop, and a group of six people including the driver—plus a ghost king—walked there.

"It's here." Zhou Jian compared the photos that Song Ranjia had sent him before, and was about to go inside impatiently and excitedly: this two-story brick house is the same as other houses, and the door is always open during the day. of.

"Mr. Zhou..." Maoling Sanren wanted to call him to stop, but he didn't, and saw Zhou Jianze stepping into the door, so he had no choice but to follow in.

"Is anyone there?" Zhou Jian raised his voice and shouted.

As a result, no one responded for a long time.

"Strange. Ran Jia said that her parents live in an old house. Did they go out for a walk?" He wondered.

Tan Jiuzhang also followed into the brick house at this time.He frowned unobtrusively: the air in this place was stagnant, as if it hadn't been ventilated for a long time.Obviously the door is open.There are a few traces of mildew on the wall, from the corner of the wall to a place that is a head taller than a person, and it is gray.

He turned his head and took a look, and found that there was a thin layer of dust on the Eight Immortals table.He walked over and wiped it with his hand: "No one has eaten here for a long time."

Many prosperous families in the countryside have an Eight Immortals table, which is convenient for the whole family to sit around and eat.If Song Ranjia lived here with her parents, why hasn't she eaten for a long time?

The female apprentice of Maoling Sanren suddenly said: "Look at this photo, it has a date printed on it, it should have been taken three months ago."

There was a photo hanging on the wall, with a beautiful woman in her 30s in the middle, and a couple in her fifties sitting on either side. The man was haggard and obviously seriously ill.All three of them were sitting, and it was not clear whether the woman had a big belly—of course, it was more likely that she hadn't shown her belly yet.According to the time given by Zhou Jianze, if Song Ranjia is pregnant, the fetus will be between four and seven months old.Three months ago, it was not obvious and normal.

Zhou Jian said, "It's Ran Jia! This should be a photo of her and her parents."

Tan Jiuzhang glanced at it, but was startled: the woman in the photo, Minggong—also known as Yintang—was haunted by a trace of death that could be seen even through the photo, and was even more seriously ill than the one on the other side. Her father is still heavy.The photos can show it, and it is so obvious that this person is logically going to die soon.

But yesterday he used the blood tracing technique on Zhou Jianze, and it succeeded.In other words, Zhou Jianze's child was alive. If the mother had died three months ago, the fetus, which was no more than four months old at the time, would not be alive no matter what.

The doubts in Tan Jiuzhang's heart increased again.

At this time, Mao Ling scattered people: "The master of the house is not here, so we can't stay here without authorization, Mr. Zhou, or we should wait outside the house?"

Tan Jiuzhang glanced at him, and Jian Maoling Sanren's face also showed a trace of solemnity, knowing that he probably noticed something too.

Zhou Jian didn't notice it. He thought for a while and nodded, becoming—a little nervous: "Ah? Yes, we'd better go out and wait to make a good impression on Ran Jia's parents."

Tan Jiuzhang looked at him strangely.Maybe what this gentleman is thinking about now is his sweetheart who is pregnant with his child?Or...meet the parents?

But Tan Jiuzhang felt that this matter might not be as wonderful as he imagined.

They waited outside the house for a while, but no one came back.Xia Yi originally just hid his figure and leaned on Tan Jiuzhang, but soon turned into a wisp of green smoke and slipped into his lover's sleeve.Although the sun has no harmful effect on the ghost king, he still feels uncomfortable.

After a while, a shriveled old lady who was washing rice in a ceramic basin came out of a nearby house. Seeing such a group of people, she showed a curious and suspicious expression: "Who are you looking for?"

"We are Song Ranjia's colleagues. We came to see her for something."

Hearing Song Ranjia's name, the old lady's complexion suddenly turned sour, and she even showed a hint of disdain: "What are you looking for? She is either going to worship in the temple or go out to eat out. She is in her 30s, no Knowing who made her belly bigger, her parents were so mad, she still doesn't want to go home."