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

The grief and indignation on Song Ranjia's face was so obvious that even Mao Ling Sanren, as a disciple of the celestial master, showed a trace of sympathy.

however--

"Miss Song is very eloquent."

Xia Yi smiled at the other party's tense expression.

"If you just want to see the soul of your parents, why do you want the baby spirit to steal Mr. Zhou's luck?"

Zhou Jian suddenly looked at Song Ranjia, while Zhou Chengduo couldn't help but let out a gasp from his throat.The female trainee celestial master who had a pity face was stunned, her eyes swept back and forth between Xia Yi and Song Ranjia suspiciously.

Song Ranjia's already white face was almost pale.She covered her stomach: "Why do you say..."

"It seems that you will not cry when you see the coffin." Xia Yi stretched out his hand, and his blue-black fingers gracefully drew a symbol in mid-air. Immediately, a line of purple-black mist suddenly appeared in the transparent air. Song Ranjia's abdomen protruded, passing through the coffee table stool in the middle, all the way to Zhou Jianze's neck sitting opposite her, and tightly looped around Zhou Jianze's neck.

Zhou Jian couldn't help but change his face slightly.Anyone who saw such a thread of unknown color wrapped around his neck would feel a little fear.

"what is this?"

"Parent-child line. Immediate relatives, such as father and son, mother and child, are naturally connected by luck because of the entanglement of blood. However, the connection between ordinary people is usually colorless and transparent, and it is not easy to be felt. But this one—"

Xia Yi flicked the purple-black thread lightly, Zhou Jian gasped with difficulty as if his neck was tightly strangled, and on the other side, Song Ranjia also let out a cry of pain at the same moment!Turning around, Song Ranjia was only wearing a close-fitting skirt because of the hot weather. At this moment, everyone could see a bulge on her seven-month-old belly, like a fetus inside, or Said Yingling, punched or kicked hard!

"... Xia, Mr. Xia..." Zhou Chengduo saw his uncle suffering, and called Xia Yi with reverence in his eyes, but in the end he didn't dare to look directly at the ghost king who was exuding yin, and quietly poked him with his elbow Tan Jiuzhang, who was beside him, begged him to help Xia Yi with his eyes.

Tan Jiuzhang smiled and called Xia Yi: "Be careful, baby spirit is fine, don't hurt Mr. Zhou."

"...Hmm." Xia Yi glanced at Zhou Jianze's panicked look, nodded and withdrew his sinister energy from touching the parent-child thread.The abnormal movement in Song Ranjia's stomach disappeared, while Zhou Jian didn't feel suffocated anymore. He held his neck and breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes were still panicked.

"What the hell is going on here?"

He was strangled and his voice became hoarse, but he still managed to ask in a rough voice.This purple-black thread was too weird, and he might have trouble sleeping or eating if he didn't figure it out.

Tan Jiuzhang glanced at Xia Yi, and found that the ghost king was lazily playing with his fingers with his head down. He didn't mean to explain at length, so he had to do it for him:

"Miss Song, why don't you explain why the parent-child line between the baby spirit in your belly and Mr. Zhou became like this? It should have been something that was born by fate between father and son, but now it has become a baby." Ling unilaterally seized luck from Mr. Zhou. I am afraid that there must be some shady methods? Mr. Zhou is also frequently tired and painful because of this. Fortunately, he found us celestial masters in time, otherwise it will take a few months , I'm afraid his career and family will suffer a huge blow, and his body will also be destroyed by this Yin Qi, right?"

Song Ranjia was still shaking her head at this moment: "It's not me, it's the baby spirit..."

"Infant spirit and infant spirit, even if it is a ghost, it is still a baby." Xia Yi may have an inexplicable closeness to ghosts after becoming the king of ghosts. Hearing that she blamed the fetus in her womb, she couldn't bear to slap her on the table. superior. With a "bang", a teacup on the table jumped up and down, splashing a little water.

On the other hand, Zhou Chengduo seemed to have shrunk himself a bit.

Xia Yi stared at Song Ranjia: "The baby spirit is the soul of a baby who died in the womb or died shortly after birth. Babies are ignorant and have no resentment in themselves. Unless they are cruelly tortured, abused or deliberately induced by magic, they will not appear. Resentment and entanglement are causing trouble. The baby spirit in your belly is simply transformed by you using magic techniques from a healthy fetus. If it has any resentment, it should be against you! How can it be against Zhou Jian who knows nothing? Then do it?"

His body was slowly approaching Song Ranjia across the armrest of the seat.

"Miss Song, who is full of lies, I thought you should know that femininity is different from human beings, and they don't have the patience to talk and negotiate with you... You can choose to tell the truth. Or."

On the ghost king's green and black face, there was a smile that was not smiling.

"——I will let the baby spirit in your stomach come out and speak by itself."

His fingers made a slow contraction and pinching movement, as if he was simulating grabbing something and pulling it out.

The ghost king's facial features are actually handsome, but the body formed by the blue-black smoke and the yin energy constantly surging around him make people feel horrible.But now, his face was only fifteen centimeters in front of Song Ranjia, and those dark pupils that belonged to ghosts stared into her eyes without blinking.

And the ghost king's voice pierced into the woman's ear holes like a poisonous snake, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

He said that he could let the baby spirit in her stomach come out and answer by itself.

This is a threat.

...and she didn't dare to resist.

Song Ranjia's lips trembled for a while, before she slowly made up her mind and said, "I'll say."

But it turned out that Song Ranjia, whose love and family suffered successive misfortunes, had completely collapsed after her mother died.She chose to turn to the guru in the temple.

"... I kowtowed on the steps until my skin was broken, and I begged him to help me, save my family, and save me. He said that he told me that all this was because of the child in my stomach , this child was born to interfere with the life of his mother. If I had solved it with magic, there would have been no such disasters. I begged him to think of a way. He finally let go and told me that although people cannot be resurrected after death, they can be reborn. Some ingenious spells deceive the underworld, allowing my parents' souls to reunite with me, and can also use the power of the baby spirit to change my current desperate situation. What I have to do is to voluntarily give up the fetus in my womb, and cooperate with him to use spells to transform it. Become a baby spirit."

"...I agree."

Even with the reality in front of them, it was obvious that Song Ranjia chose to listen to this monk, but when she said the words "I agree" in an erratic tone, everyone present couldn't help but shudder.

Maoling Sanren sighed: "Since one qi is divided, yin and yang take the place. How can we reverse yin and yang and disturb the fate of the dead with the life of the living?"

Song Ranjia turned her head to look at him, and smiled bitterly: "I don't understand how you celestial masters follow the principles of heaven and abolish hypocrisy and eliminate desires. All I know is that I want to see my parents again, and I don't want to suffer bloody disasters because of this in my stomach." , wanting to change my life. Is that too much?"

Mao Ling Sanren looked at her red eyes and sighed.He knew that this person was unreasonable, because she had experienced the worst despair, so she held on tightly to any straw that appeared in front of her at that time, and refused to let go.Whether the straw is good or evil.As a result, he was led away step by step.

"...The master told me that after turning the child into a baby spirit, I can make offerings to it and pray to it. Because although the baby spirit in my stomach has a yang world human body, its soul has turned yin under the influence of magic. As a product of neither yin nor yang, both yin and yang, it can communicate with the underworld and the world, and has powers that ordinary people can't imagine. He didn't lie to me. The day after the transformation was completed, I saw my mother's soul."

"What about Zhou Jianze's luck? Why did you take his luck? That master let you take it?"

"No! The master would not do such a thing! He is very kind and generous. Since I met him, he has only mentioned me and wanted to save my tragedy!"

When Song Ranjia heard Xia Yi's taunting to the master monk, he suddenly refuted, and his voice was raised two tunes.

Tan Jiuzhang and Xia Yi exchanged glances - Song Ranjia's appearance shows that he is very devout to the so-called "master".This feeling is quite similar to many people who have been taken aback by liars and are still grateful to the liars.And this so-called "master" has always been a kind person who helped her resolve disasters in Song Ranjia's mouth, but their intuition told Tan Jiuzhang and the others that there was something wrong with this person.

Song Ranjia was still saying: "The master didn't ask me to harm anyone. But the little novice next to him once told me that the master is very famous, and he is the master who has been invited by our local Shanyuan Temple to give lectures after thousands of requests. Countless believers I can't even get a few words of advice from him, but I am fortunate enough to be taken care of by the master. Even if I didn't believe the master's words and made a wrong choice, the master is still willing to give me a chance to help me again... I, I How can you not return it?"

"So you choose to repay his luck?" Tan Jiuzhang raised his eyebrows, "Steal Mr. Zhou's luck and repay this master who gave you advice? Miss Song, you are really 'repaying your kindness'." The last four The words were spoken with great irony.

Xia Yi shook his head and added: "Just to repay the master? Song Ranjia, with your appearance, even if you escaped that bloody disaster, there will be a second time. You have lived peacefully until now. Both your parents died but what happened to you?" Not at all. You kept reporting back... How dare you swear that after that little novice told you the method, you gave all the luck you stole to the master, didn't you keep it?"

Song Ranjia was speechless for a moment, her eyes began to avert.

Seeing her like this, everyone understood.

"Don't make up nonsense?" Xia Yi sneered, "It's true that Zhou Jianze's luck is real, so what kind of reward is false? Use the baby spirit to transfer Zhou Jianze's luck to change his own fate, and then give it to that master for a while." A 'thank you fee'. Heh, the abacus is really good."

Song Ranjia's face was uncovered naked, she flinched in embarrassment, lowered her eyelids and didn't look at anyone, muttering in her mouth to justify:

"If I have good luck, who would like to do this? But before I was imprisoned by the one in my stomach, my luck was extremely bad. Zhou Jian was born in a wealthy family, and he was a man of the hour when he was in college. It's going to be prosperous... It's great to have such a fortune and fortune to recruit peach blossoms. Such a person, even if I borrow some luck from me, it's nothing."

Zhou Jianze's expression changed again and again, and finally settled on chilling and disgust.

After seeing the purple-black thread, no matter how much he liked Song Ranjia, his feelings for this woman were only fear and terror, and he didn't even dare to meet her eyes.

But when he heard this kind of words, he really couldn't vomit: "I was lucky, and I had a good pregnancy, but this is not stealing from others. What about you? You are justified in stealing my luck? What is it?" It’s nothing to be borrowed some luck? Is this a loan? Can I say that the richest man in the world is so rich and rob him?”

He finished speaking in one breath, leaned his head back heavily on the wall behind the chair, and couldn't tell whether it was more disappointment or sadness: "...how did you become like this..."

How did his intelligent, elegant, and intellectual confidante, the only woman he really liked, become like this?

Song Ranjia didn't notice the complicated feelings in his heart, or she didn't respond to Zhou Jianze's accusation, and her expression didn't change.Xia Yi thought that this was hopeless, his thinking was completely different from that of normal people, and he walked into a dead end and couldn't get out.

"How do you know the way to win luck?" Tan Jiuzhang continued to ask, "It is impossible for you, an ordinary person, to understand this."

"It was the little novice next to the master. He saw that I was overthinking and had been thinking about how to repay the master. He told me secretly. He told me not to tell the master that the master never wanted repayment from believers, and he would be angry if he found out. Little The novice gave me this statue, and taught me the method of transferring luck." Song Ranjia pointed to the shrine in the room, and inside it was a golden baby in a sitting position.

The baby was plump, splayed and danced, with a smile on his face.It's just that this smile falls into the eyes of others, and it looks a little distorted and weird no matter how you look at it.

"The little novice next to the master taught you?" Mao Ling Sanren's female apprentice couldn't stand it when she heard this, "Obviously it was the master's instruction. How can you teach you such a vicious way to steal your breath?" Do you think he is merciful?!"

But Song Ranjia was very stubborn, insisting that she wanted to repay the master, and the little novice just quietly gave an idea.As for the master himself, he never cared about these things.

"Don't break up with her." Xia Yi sneered, and stood up (or floated) from the chair.The ghost king died hundreds of years ago, and after his spiritual body materialized, he still habitually wore the robes of that year.The black mist was mixed with the green and black robes hanging down, like a floating cloud.

The Ghost King didn't give Song Ranjia an extra wink, but just looked back at his lover: "Should I just destroy this baby spirit?"

"No! You can't!" Song Ranjia screamed in horror, but no one paid attention.

Tan Jiuzhang has some concerns: "This infant spirit is different from ordinary ghosts. He has a physical body. It stands to reason that he is destined to go to the world. You do it without authorization. Will the underworld sit by and watch?" Especially the ghost king itself is a ghost that has escaped the control of the underworld.

"What's so difficult about this?" Xia Yi hooked the corners of his mouth, "After all, the infant spirit is not a normal fetal soul. Even if it lives temporarily in the physical body, once it escapes from the physical body, it has nothing to do with the body's luck. Erase a person who is not in the book of life and death. It’s just an infant spirit, what is the underworld looking for? Besides—”

He smiled slyly - only Tan Jiuzhang thinks so, and everyone around him thinks it is ghostly - "Even if the underworld wants to take care of it, I wonder who among them has the ability to trouble me."

This sentence contains strong self-confidence, even a little arrogance.

The uncle and nephew of the Zhou family were completely stunned: This... who the hell is this... ah no, ghost?

What can the underworld do? !

Maoling Sanren, who had guessed the identity of Xia Yi's ghost king, pinched his forehead and sighed with a headache.

After Xia Yi finished speaking, he once again activated the original Yin Qi of the ghost king in his body, gathered it in his palm, and slowly pressed it towards Song Ranjia's stomach.

Song Ranjia was shocked and wanted to escape.However, although the hand was extremely slow, she couldn't escape at all, and could only watch the blue-black mist fall from between the hands of the ghost king to her towering abdomen.

Song Ranjia stiffened all over, preparing for possible severe pain.

However, in fact, she didn't feel anything when the black mist fell.She was a little confused, so she saw the Ghost King staring at her abdomen, and asked in a very "peaceful" tone: "Did you come out by yourself, or did I squeeze you out?"

What comes out by itself?

Before Song Ranjia had time to think about it, she felt a blur in front of her eyes, and a shadow emerged from her stomach. When she looked closely, it turned out to be in the shape of a child!The shadow child saw that his head and body were in the shape of a newborn, so he stretched out his hand and pressed her belly with some difficulty, and then with a strange flexibility, he jumped out lightly supporting her belly!

The shadow escaped from Song Ranjia's abdomen and landed on the open space in front. It looked like a silhouette of a naked baby, but such a big baby couldn't stand up, but it stood in a standing posture with a big head on its head. Where.

But this chubby baby silhouette, but people can not give birth to the slightest love and pity.

The head of the black and misty silhouette has a pair of eyes with sunken eye sockets, and there are two red eyeballs inside, which are extremely penetrating.

The baby spirit is a ghost, and it is not as powerful as a ghost king that can condense into a solid body. Ordinary people can't see it.But the magic technique that Xia Yi used to make Yingling and Zhou Jianze's parent-child line visible just now is still there, so even Song Ranjia and Zhou's uncle and nephew can see it clearly.

Zhou Jianze and Zhou Chengduo saw such a weird child-like monster emerge from Song Ranjia's stomach with their own eyes, and their goosebumps arose: I heard Xia Yi and Song Ranjia say it before, and the feeling of actually seeing this thing is still completely different. Same.

Zhou Jianze was in his thirties, with a lot of experience, and he could barely hold on, but his forehead started to sweat, and he clung to the wall behind him, wishing he could get as far away from the baby spirit as possible.And Zhou Chengduo didn't even care about his face, he reached out and tried to hug Tan Jiuzhang's arm for psychological comfort, but Tan Jiuzhang took his arm away in disgust.

Young Master Zhou: ...TAT...