[Korean Entertainment] My right hand is supernatural

Is there only one face?She seemed to understand why her body felt like it was tightly sealed in the jar, unable to move...

Because she has no body at all now? !

"Well, sir, shall we have a good talk?"

Aren't we talking all the time?Do you know how much psychological pressure I have to bear talking to you? !Quan Mengmeng, who is afraid of ghosts, felt that her psychological quality was forced to upgrade to a higher level within a few minutes.

"Sir? Sir?" She could only see various furniture and decorations in her field of vision, but she couldn't see the person she was talking to. After receiving no response, she called again tentatively.

Quan Zhilong, who was still complaining all kinds of things in his heart, replied subconsciously: "I'm not Mr., I'm gd."

After talking about Quan Zhilong, he regretted it. Will there be any bad consequences if the female ghost knows his name?

Quan Mengmeng entered a strange state of scaring herself and then comforting herself.

"gd? English letters g and d?" There was a trace of surprise in the female voice, "Are you a foreigner?" Korean names don't seem so strange.

"You are a foreigner! No, you are not human at all!" Quan Zhilong felt a little furious when a ghost questioned his blood.

"Then you are Korean too?"

"Of course!"

"Then why is the name so strange." The female voice muttered.

You are the strangest! "That's a stage name!" Quan Zhilong couldn't help retorting.

"Huh? Are you an artist?"

"En." Quan Zhilong lifted his chin arrogantly, brother is a big star who is so popular.

"No picture."

Quan Zhilong curled his lips after being splashed with cold water, "What image can a ghost have."

"I have, I remember Jo In Sung, Cha Tae Hyun, Kim Soo Hyun, Lee Jong Suk, Gong Hyo Jin..."

"Stop! That's an actor, I'm a singer. Does the idol boy group know?"

"Ah, cnblue? superjunior? TVXQ?..."

If you can't bear it, you don't need to bear it anymore, "Big! I'm the leader of Big!"

"Oh—the big guy who sang "blue" and "lie"?"

"Hmm." Hearing the female voice say the name of the famous song he created, Quan Zhilong was instantly swayed.

"I should have said it earlier. I knew it when you said big was great, but gd is too uncommon."

Quan Mengmeng, who was finally in a better mood, was thrown into the bottom of the valley by the words "too. Raw. Secluded". Don't talk nonsense without knowledge! "Where is it out of the ordinary! I..."

"These are not important." Quan Zhilong, who was abruptly cut off by the female voice, felt a mouthful of old blood in his chest.

"Let's discuss business first."

Faced with the female voice's proposal, Quan Zhilong had no choice but to say "Okay" through his teeth, no matter how tight his chest was. Face is not as important as life.

"Can you turn me in front of you? It's strange to keep talking to the air like this."

It's weird talking to you. "I think this is very good. Tell me, I'll listen." Quan Zhilong firmly rejected her request.

"Okay." The female voice was a little helpless, but she didn't say much about Quan Zhilong's rejection, "I just sorted out my thoughts. The current situation is this: in your eyes, my face is attached to your right hand, Palm?"

Quan Zhilong nodded, realizing that she couldn't see it, and said "hmm" again.

"Then let me tell you how I feel. Except for my head, I can't move other parts." She boldly guessed, "Have I become your right hand?"

"What?" Quan Zhilong said that my train of thought couldn't keep up.

"Did you shake your right hand just now?" Without waiting for Quan Zhilong to answer, she continued on her own, "Just now I felt like my head was thrown like I had been given ecstasy." I made a complaint. "Besides, I felt a sharp pain when my head was thrown out for the first time. Did your right hand hit something?"

So right, I was speechless. "Aren't you a ghost? It still hurts?"

"Who says I'm a ghost?" The female voice asked back, "Is there a ghost who is as cute and gentle as me, polite and clear-minded?"

I can't help but recall the image of a ghost with a big mouth, disheveled hair, and ghastly pale ghosts in horror movies. It seems...not really like it.Quan Zhilong was choked speechless again.

"And I have a feeling that my body is still alive, and what is attached to your hand should be, um, my soul, soul?" She also couldn't describe her current state very accurately.

"Then how did your soul come into my hands?" Quan Zhilong asked following her train of thought.

"I don't know either. I have thought about it for a long time but I can't remember my name. I can't remember the names of my parents, relatives and friends. I don't know where I come from, and I don't know why I became like this... "The more the female voice spoke, the more depressed she became, her memory seemed to be covered by a vast white mist, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see clearly the scene inside the mist.I can only remember some unimportant things that are out of the fog, such as the names of artists.

Selective amnesia?Such a bloody plot.Well, I can meet ghosts myself, oh no, I can be possessed by souls, and amnesia is nothing.Quan Mengmeng felt a deep sense of powerlessness.