The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Zheng Quzhi touched his neck and got some goose bumps on his arm. If he didn't know that Wei Yan was next to him, he would have thought that he was a ghost next to him, so he would throw his fist away.

"Ah—" the scream suddenly sounded, causing echoes in the quiet haunted house.

Zheng Quzhi also yelled, subconsciously pulling Wei Yan to hide behind him, still not forgetting to grab his arm.

Wei Yan lowered his head, looking at the prop on the ground that kept screaming, frowned slightly, and said coldly: "It's just a prop."

The cold voice had a soothing effect, and Zheng Quzhi calmed down a bit, poking his head out and looking at the ground. With the bleak green light, he really saw the prop.

Zheng Qu knew his black face, and then looked at his current posture, hurriedly came out from behind Wei Yan. Touched his nose awkwardly, kicked the props away, and said, "Hahahaha, naive hot hahahaha..."

Wei Yan glanced around his eyes and said, "Where is the place where the man committed suicide yesterday?"

"In the front." Zheng Quzhi pointed to the front and swallowed nervously. To be honest, the death of that person yesterday still lingers in his mind, making him have a nightmare last night.

Now I have to go there again, how can I not be nervous.

The two slowly walked forward, and the corridor of the hospital was not far away. Seeing the thick black mist there, Wei Yan stopped abruptly.

"What?" Zheng Quzhi became nervous, and quickly stretched his hand into his pocket and touched the talisman Wei Yan gave.

Wei Yan said nothing, raised his hand to pull on his head and pulled out a few hairs. The hair in his hand seemed to grow a bit longer, Wei Yan looked down and braided a few hairs together blankly.

"Mr. Wei, what are you doing?" Zheng Quzhi couldn't understand, what is the boss doing?

Wei Yan didn't answer him. After weaving his hair, he finally raised his head, and his thin lips opened slightly: "reach out."

Although Zheng Quzhi was puzzled, he passed it honestly.

The chill came, and there was a different touch on the wrist. Watching Wei Yan tie the braided hairs to his hands, Zheng Quzhi still couldn't hold back, and asked, "Mr. Wei, what is this?"

"Hair." Wei Yan said coldly.

With his elegant and lazy temperament and a calm appearance, Zheng Quzhi almost thought that this was not a haunted house where five people were missing and dead.

and also……

Of course he **** knows this is hair!

Wei Yan had already retracted his hand, his eyes fell slightly on the corridor, and he said in a cold voice, "There is a mass grave, this haunted house is built on top of the mass grave. Although it makes the atmosphere of terror strong, it has also suffered resentment. It's a disaster."

Zheng Quzhi followed Wei Yan's gaze. At the end of the corridor, the corpse had been carried away. He painted the shape of the corpse with a white thing.

Among them, the blood on the ground had condensed into black and red, clinging to the smooth floor.

Wei Yan hooked the corner of his mouth, and there was a flash of excitement in his eyes. He stretched out his hand, grabbed Zheng Quzhi's wrist, and took Zheng Quzhi forward.

The two stood in the corridor of the hospital.

Wei Yan slowly closed his eyes.

Zheng Quzhi only felt that his eyes went dark, and instantly lost consciousness.

***

When I woke up again, I was suffocated and woke up. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw that Wei Yan was still holding his nose with his hand and covering his mouth with the other hand. He panicked and bit on the palm of his hand.

Wei Yan lowered his eyes and slowly retracted his hand, his voice was steady and powerful, reassuring: "I have entered another space, be careful."

"Another space?" Zheng Quzhi couldn't hide the surprise on his face.

"Yeah." Wei Yan glanced around and said with a smile: "The front is a big villa, the environment is not bad."

This was the first time Zheng Quzhi saw Wei Yan smile so brilliantly, he couldn't help but shake his mind. Suddenly, he blinked again quickly.

Why is Wei Yan's face so close to him?

What is the thing that I lean on that makes me feel comfortable? ?

"Get up." Wei Yan rubbed Zheng Quzhi's head, his face returned to the cold ascetic look of the past.

Zheng Quzhi's face flushed, and he quickly got up from Wei Yan's legs. Damn, he was actually sleeping on Wei's thigh just now? ? ! !

Lian Liankan wanted to hold his thighs! !

Wei Yan got up and sorted out his clothes. After the clothes were neatly arranged, he turned his head to look at Zheng Quzhi and whispered: "There is a world created by the grieving people, and the missing will be in it. Just follow me. "

Hearing that, Zheng Quzhi first thought of the night when Wei Yan and Qi Yue disappeared in Chao Yecun. At the same time, a loophole was also thought of.

Wei Yan clearly said that the ghosts there had forgotten their former dust, but when Qi Ye explained to him later, Yaona told them the truth, but why did Yaona remember?

It seems that there is an explanation now. It is Wei Yan and Qi Yan who have entered the world created by the grudges, and then they know the truth.

"Why don't you leave?" Wei Yan frowned and turned back without seeing anyone following.

"Here." Zheng Quzhi hurriedly followed.

***

It was a very magnificent villa. From the outside, you could see the shining diamonds on the wall, shining shiningly everywhere. It felt like this villa was made of gold, silver and diamonds.

Zheng Quzhi felt cold. As soon as he looked up, he saw snowflakes floating down all over the sky. His eyes widened, "Isn't it September now?"

There was no emotion on Wei Yan's face, so he rang the doorbell outside.

"Inside, don't worry about anything, just follow me." Somewhat uneasy, he turned around to know Zheng Qu.

Zheng Quzhi had already turned his lips purple with cold, and nodded after hearing the words, not even bother to speak.

Crunch--

The door of the villa opened, and a middle-aged man came out inside. He looked at Zheng Quzhi and Wei Yan warily. His voice was hostile and doubtful: "Who are you?"

"The snow is too big, take the night." Wei Yan was as cold as outside, and he was obviously asking for help, but he said it so confidently and still owed a beating.

When the middle-aged man heard the words, he yelled and shut the door, and cursed: "What kind of lodging! This is not a hotel! Go away!"

Zheng Quzhi was very entangled, thinking about whether to say a few words, the door was pushed open again.

"You want to stay overnight?" A thin man appeared inside the door. He was extremely dark with many wrinkles on his face, much like a worker on a construction site. He showed his teeth when he spoke, but a flower flashed in front of people's eyes.

There were six golden teeth in those two rows of teeth.

A living upstart, but with a simple face, he greeted people to go in: "It's snowing outside, why do you wear so little clothes? Come in!"

"Thank you." Wei Yan nodded and walked straight in without hesitation.

Zheng Quzhi quickly followed.