After adopting paranoid gods

When Ji Tang woke up, he saw only darkness.

He frowned slightly, and glanced at the only battery meter that was glowing.

02:30am.

Have you been sleeping on the sofa for so long?

I don't know when the light was turned off by myself.

He rubbed his red eyes, touched the light switch next to the sofa, and pressed it.

no response.

Ji Tang: "..."

He poked again.The room is still invisible.

It appears that there is a power outage.

Great winter.

There is no stove to bake, alas.

Ji Tang shrunk his cold neck, tightened his collar, and then picked up the dishes and chopsticks that he had no time to clean up in the future, ready to wash them.But when he stood up, he suddenly stopped.

The door of the house was opened when he was asleep, and it was being creaked by the wind.

He lives alone.

Was it blown by the wind?

Ji Tang frowned, and closed the door reactively.

He quietly closed the door, trying to turn on the flashlight of his mobile phone to confirm whether it was really blown by the wind.But before he opened the lock screen of the phone, his pupils shrank suddenly.

——On the sofa he just left, there was a person sitting.

Due to the power outage in the room, he could only see a vague figure.

The man was half-sitting, unable to see his face clearly, and was about 1.9 meters tall.

Ji Tang: "??"

Illegal entry?Thief? ?

He became vigilant, and he quietly shrank to the side of the shoe cabinet, sticking out only one head, so as not to let the other party notice him.

Although he is bold, it does not mean that he is reckless.

He didn't dare to rush up and try to subdue a man who was much taller than him.

Ji Tang frowned, her fair face was slightly sweaty, and her eye sockets were habitually red.

call the police.

He doesn't want to be robbed, and then he can only sleep on the street with his butt naked,...it's too embarrassing.

He took out his mobile phone, only to find that the desktop of the mobile phone had returned to the game interface of the ghost shelter.

【The ghost you summoned has come to your shelter! 】

[It has been wandering in the world for many years, and its grievances cannot be resolved.Please give it a little warmth to melt its resentment. 】

[The identity of Li Gui is introduced as follows:

Name: Xie Li.

Cause of death: Both ears were pierced by blades and died of infection.

Status during his lifetime: Famous international musician.

Concentration of resentment: ★]

Ji Tang: "..."

He looked up and glanced again at the intruder.

That person just sat there quietly, motionless, like a tall sculpture.

Ji Tang subconsciously glanced at his feet.

The pale moonlight reflected on the ground, but he had no shadow, and his feet were almost translucent.

The battery meter reads 3:00

Late at night, power outages, invisible people, mobile phones that warn of ghosts.

He paused and found that things were not simple.

He...won't he really see a ghost?

He ran to the abandoned mental hospital in the ghost house of the morgue every day. He ran up and down without seeing a ghost.Why did you just see him after sleeping?

It wouldn't be so coincidental.

The phone kept reminding him.

[Please go immediately to welcome it into the shelter!It's been a long time coming!Otherwise it will be angry! 】

Ji Tang: "..."

He put away his phone and could only take a step to look at it.

He quietly picked up the stick behind the door, then leaned out from behind the shoe cabinet, held his breath, and tiptoed to the sofa.

The man lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly. His whole body exuded a faint air-conditioning, like a huge block of ice.

Ji Tang's nose turned red overwhelmed, and then he sneezed loudly, instantly breaking the quiet and eerie atmosphere in the room.

The man seemed to sense that Ji Tang was approaching, and raised his head suddenly.

Ji Tang, who was sniffing, met his eyes for an instant.

Ji Tang saw a very handsome face.

The facial features are profound, and the eyes are narrow and long, with a hint of mixed blood.It's just that the eyes look weird, they can't see a little light, like the eyes of a corpse, dark and deep.

Ji Tang looked at him, raised the corners of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Sir?"

The young man narrowed his eyes, took out a pen and paper he didn't know, wrote a line, and handed it to Ji Tang to read.

【I can not hear.You call me what do you want me to do? 】

[Beating, scaring...or killing? 】

Ji Tang remembered the content in the app of the ghost shelter.

This person is probably the first ghost to enter the shelter.

Both ears were stabbed and died. After death, he will definitely not be able to hear.

was a musician...

Thinking of this, Ji Tang pursed her lips, her mind was in a mess.

He doesn't know what's going on now.

The game has become a reality.

what happened?

[Don't you say it?Do you want me to do something bad? 】

Ji Tang: "..."

The young man lowered his head, his soft, fluffy black hair was a little messy because he just woke up, and a round curl could be seen.His face was fair, his cheeks and the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and he was clutching the hem of his clothes.

He tried hard to think about the prompt given by the APP.

APP asked him to welcome the ghost into the asylum.

Otherwise bad things will happen.

In the end, he leaned over, carefully took the young man's old pen from nowhere, and wrote on the paper.

【I want you...to live in my house. 】

[My house is very warm and there are many delicious foods. 】

The teenager's writing hands were beautiful, with neatly cut nails, with a hint of pink, and round and fair fingertips.

The characters are also beautiful, not the kind of wild and handsome fonts, but cute and round student body.

The young man saw it all, his dark eyes revealed unknown emotions, and his bloodless fingers casually tapped on the sofa cushion.

The moment the boy put pen to paper.

The lights flicked on.

The dark room instantly became brighter as if the sun was incorporated into it.

After Ji Tang finished writing, she nervously looked at this gloomy Mr. Ghost.

The other party didn't respond to him, but leaned on the back of the sofa and closed his eyes.

Ji Tang: "..."

It seems that I really want to stay here.

Ji Tang sighed lightly, but still picked up the bowls and chopsticks on the coffee table without noticing, ready to wash the dishes.

As he walked into the kitchen, he turned his head and looked at Mr. Ghost.

At this time, Ji Tang didn't know.

If his home really became a sanctuary for ghosts.

As a spiritual anchor, he really doesn't have to worry.

He no longer has to worry about those circles of ghosts spraying ghosts.

——There are no ghosts in this world at all, and those supernatural bloggers who use looking for ghosts as a cover are simply trying to deceive popularity and give rewards.

——There are no ghosts, please hurry up and get rid of the supernatural adventure circle, some unscrupulous anchors will stop spooking ghosts in videos all day long.

He will be the first anchor to actually capture a ghost.

However, Ji Tang didn't think so much, his mind was full of mess.

He saw a ghost.

See a ghost.

Heck.

The.

Ji Tang forced himself to calm down, put the bowls and chopsticks into the sink pretending to be calm, and turned on the faucet, hoping that the cold water would calm him down.

Ji Tang didn't notice at all that the young man floated quietly to the door of the kitchen, watching him quietly.

After the young man died, his expression was always gloomy, his whole body exuded an icy aura, leaving behind a creepy cold wind wherever he went.

During his lifetime, many people hated him, and even after his death.

He died in the winter of 20 years ago.

At that time, he had just participated in an international music award ceremony. He was a genius in the music industry with a bright future.

But when returning to his hometown in the countryside, both ears were stabbed by opponents.

Black blood flowed all over the place.

From then on, he could no longer hear the sound, and music had nothing to do with him.The attitudes of his friends and students toward him have changed drastically, turning into schadenfreude and sarcasm.

In the end, he died on a cold winter night because of a double ear infection.

After his death, because he had no family, no one took care of his funeral.

He became a ghost.

Countless Taoist priests wanted to eliminate him and use him.Cut his bones and eat his flesh with spells.There are even Taoists who want to use his power to kill innocent people.

Of course, these Taoists, including those who hurt him during his lifetime, were all killed by him.

But so what.

He still couldn't hear, and he was still alone.

Now, he was summoned by a boy.

Looking at the thin Ji Tang, the young man frowned.

-

Ji Tang just turned around after washing the dishes, and suddenly saw the young man standing in front of him, his handsome and gloomy face was full of emotions he couldn't understand.

Ji Tang: "..."

He wiped off his cold sweat and wanted to ask the other party what was wrong.

But he suddenly remembered that the other party died of a double ear infection.

Can't hear you.

He had no choice but to turn sideways and walk past the other party.

Ghosts will remain as they were before death.

He thought of this while washing the dishes, so he wanted to give this Mr. Specter something.

Ji Tang got into the bedroom, opened the closet and rummaged through it.

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The young man stood at the door of the bedroom, looking at Ji Tang who was rummaging through the closet.

The cold air he exudes is getting colder and colder, and even has a bit of black air. Those who approach him will feel a bad sense of alienation from him, and subconsciously want to drive him away.

Except for the boy he met today.

The young man thought that the other party, like those Taoist priests, harbored ill intentions towards him.

Unexpectedly, the other party not only didn't hurt him, but also invited him to stay with a smile.

This person...does he know who he is?

Not only did he dare to approach him, but he also dared to keep him.

I don't know if I was scared stupid.Still didn't know he was a ghost at all.

But no matter what.

He can't even stay here.

The boy is a man, he is a dead man.

The young man was thinking, and unconsciously touched the black hair covering his ears with his hands.

His ears still kept the appearance before death, pierced alive by the knife, the pain penetrated into the bone marrow, and the bones and blood were exposed, bloody and bloody.

It was enough to make the boy fear and loathe him, crying and driving him away.

He saw Ji Tang take something out of the closet and walk towards him.

I'm really not afraid of myself.

The young man shook his head helplessly, ready to frighten the other party away by brushing up the black hair that covered the ear wound.

But suddenly—

He felt his ears being clacked by something furry.

He froze suddenly, and glanced sideways.

It was a pair of warm bunny fur earmuffs.

Ji Tang stood on tiptoe, stretched out her hands, and tried hard to put on earmuffs for him.The movement was very gentle, and the warm fingertips inadvertently rubbed against his cold skin.

Inadvertently, a small note was stuffed into the young man's hand.

The young man was taken aback, lowered his head, and caught a glimpse of the round words on the note.

【The wound on your ear is definitely not healed.Wearing these earmuffs, you are not afraid of the wound being exposed and being seen. 】

The young man stopped abruptly.

He saw the other party looking at him quietly, the youthful and well-behaved eyes seemed to be dotted with light.

It was a light called warmth.

Enough to dissipate the wind and snow.