The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

No, that seems to be a real chainsaw.

Because the man already saw one of his hands with the chainsaw. No one would think that the scene before them was played by the staff, and the entire corridor was full of blood.

A security guard came in and tried to stop the man, but was afraid of being injured by mistake and did not dare to approach.

Suddenly, the screams stopped abruptly.

Zheng Quzhi suffocated his breath and stared at the front. There was a man lying there with blood on the floor, still holding a chainsaw in his hand, but his head had already rolled to the corner of the wall—the corner where the chainsaw had been placed just now.

Lian Liankan was calmer than Zheng Quzhi at this time. He was so scared that he just wanted to be stuck with Zheng Quzhi. At this moment, his face was not good-looking, but his eyes were firm, pulling the dazed Zheng Quzhi and walking out continuously.

I probably already knew what was going on there. On the way out, there were no ghosts dressed up as staff to scare people, and the road was very smooth.

"Aunt Lian, it's dead." When Zheng Quzhi went outside, he held Lian Liankan, his voice was muted.

This is the first time Zheng Quzhi has seen such a scene. He had never seen a corpse before in Chao Yecun. This was the first time. People who were alive in the last second will die in such a tragic way in the next second.

There were still many tourists around, and Lian Liankan quickly lowered Zheng Quzhi's hat: "I know, but this matter has nothing to do with us, Quzhi, don't involve it."

Otherwise, the paparazzi who was arrested will meet and will publish some false reports, causing a **** storm.

Seeing that Zheng Quzhi was still in a daze, Lian Liankan cursed in a low voice, and hurriedly pulled Zheng Quzhi to continue walking outside. Not daring to walk leisurely on the street, Lian Liankan hurriedly took a taxi.

Wei's house is really far away from here, and Lian Liankan couldn't help but slap Zheng Quzhi's forehead: "Damn, you are so easy to be scared of a rough man of eight meters?!!!"

If he is scared, he is not responsible!

Zheng Quzhi was beaten up by a spirit, and gradually there was some brilliance in his hollow eyes.

"It's horrible." He muttered, recalling the scene just now, and then said: "How can this be so good for a person?"

"Maybe you are mentally ill." Lian Liankan said tiredly.

He actually saw more than Zheng Qu knew. After being dispersed by the crowd, he was so scared that he wanted to go out quickly, so he almost ran all the way.

At the beginning, the man still had a smile on his face and introduced the haunted house to tourists. He seemed to be the person in charge of the haunted house.

When he reached the end of the corridor, he began to self-mutilate like crazy. This kind of person is either mentally ill or has a sinister.

Zheng Quzhi did not speak any more, looking out the window a little lost.

***

"Uncle Zheng, is the smell on your body a bit strange?" Luo Xintong frowned, wrinkled his nose and moved closer to Zheng Quzhi, sniffing.

"Go away" Zheng Quzhi pushed him away. He was a little heavy and unintentionally joked with Luo Xintong.

However, Luo Xintong perseveredly followed Zheng Quzhi and sniffed, suddenly, his face changed, and loudly said: "Uncle Zheng, you are resentful!"

Zheng Quzhi paused and turned his head: "Resentment?"

"Yeah! It's quite heavy, it seems that there is still blood?" Luo Xintong stepped forward and replied solemnly.

"There is nothing bad about being contaminated, right?" Zheng Quzhi frowned, and even Lian Kan was also on the scene, and he must be as grievant as himself.

"Maybe." Luo Xintong smiled: "Look at luck! Good luck feels a little uncomfortable at most, or get a small injury. If you have bad luck, there will be an accident, a car accident or something..."

Zheng Quzhi's face changed slightly, and he quickly picked up Luo Xintong's back collar, lifted him up in front of him, and said anxiously: "My friend just now, is he resentful?"

Luo Xintong thumped his short legs twice, and said angrily: "Let him go down! Your friend's grievance is not heavy! At most, he suffered a little injury!"

Hearing this, Zheng Quzhi let go of him, his face relaxed a little, thinking of everything about the haunted house just now, he couldn't help but ask: "Is your husband at home?"

"Unfortunately, sir is out!" Luo Xintong sorted out his clothes and blinked his stiff eyes, "but you can also come to see you if you have something to do!"

"It's you?" Zheng Quzhi twitched his mouth: "You stinky kid, do you think I will believe you so hard?"

Is he the kind of brainless person? For this kind of thing, it is the most sensible way to wait for Wei Dao to go with him.

"Heh! Uncle Zheng, I'm not so stinky? Little master? When I was your age, you haven't found where your mother's womb is!" Luo Xingtong said angrily. He just looked young, but actually already. It's huge!

Zheng Quzhi rolled his eyes, ignored him, and hurriedly returned to the room and slammed the door.

Luo Xintong stopped abruptly, cursed wildly at the door before leaving angrily.

The husband told him not to enter Zheng Quzhi's room casually, otherwise, he would definitely rush in to clean up Zheng Quzhi!

***

Wei Yan came back at night.

Hearing the movement, Zheng Quzhi ran out, stopped Wei Yan when he entered the room, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Wei, I have a **** again today!"

Upon hearing this, Wei Yan frowned.

Looking down at Zheng Quzhi, he saw that there was a faint black aura on his body, as well as a resentment that seemed to be entangled in him. He suddenly lowered his face, his thin lips slightly opened: "Where?"

People who dare to move him are too comfortable to be a ghost after death?

Upon hearing that Wei Yan wanted to take care of this matter, Zheng Quzhi quickly took out his phone and opened the news he had read in the afternoon: "This is the haunted house. A man committed suicide in front of us."

In the afternoon, the news came out.

The report only stated that this man was not in a good state of mind. He was under too much pressure. He was irritated and self-harmed and committed suicide.

Wei Yan glanced down, frowning. In the photo of that report, although the man's body was mosaicked, the blackness of his body was too bright.

And the haunted house behind the crowd, the resentment there almost overflowed the screen. Wei Yan's eyes flickered slightly, no wonder the disc of grievance moved so much today, it turned out to be here.

"Mr. Wei?" Zheng Quzhi hesitated and called out when Wei Yan hadn't said a word.

"Tomorrow, we will solve it." Wei Yan retracted his gaze, after a moment of silence, slowly raised his hand and patted Zheng Quzhi's shoulder.

The faint black air instantly dissipated.

Zheng Quzhi blinked: "Huh?"

Wei Yan had already retracted his hand, with a cold expression on his face. He was not impatient or gentle. He watched Zheng Quzhi for a moment before saying, "Today, teach me how to cook."

what……

Cai Qian and Qi Yan, who were following Wei Yan, opened their mouths and didn't say anything. However, Qi Mao stared at Cai Qian fiercely.

Today, Cai Qian said in front of her husband that Zheng Quzhi is also better at cooking, and has no other advantages.

Unexpectedly, this was remembered by the husband, and started tossing about food...