The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

As soon as he entered, Zheng Quzhi was surrounded by heaters. He sighed in relief, his back straightened.

Inside the villa is a completely different scene from the outside, and the magnificent buildings are dazzling. The thin man seemed to be the owner. He instructed the middle-aged man: "Pharaoh, go and prepare two thick clothes for these two guests."

"Yes." The man named Lao Wang obeyed his master's words, and hurriedly left after responding.

Zheng Quzhi looked at the back of Lao Wang's departure, and just glanced at it, and felt that the blood had stopped flowing.

That old king, there is a large piece missing behind his head, a big hole in his back, and a few intestines have slipped on the ground.

Zheng Quzhi couldn't help but retched.

"What's wrong with this gentleman?" the master asked with concern.

"It's okay." Wei Yan patted Zheng Quzhi on the back and said warmly: "It's just a cold."

Upon hearing this, the owner frowned worriedly: "That's really broken, there is no medicine at home!"

"Boss, who is here?" A female voice suddenly came.

Zheng Quzhi tilted his head to look and saw a woman with flaming red lips slowly approaching. She smiled stiffly and her eyes were hollow, but her tone was very respectful.

"It's a passing guest." The host's expression became very gentle.

The woman nodded and picked up the scissors to trim a few potted trees in the lobby.

The child giggled again in the villa, and saw a six-year-old little girl running down the stairs. She was wearing a beautiful princess dress with a flushed face, and suddenly jumped past everyone into the owner's arms: "Uncle, I want to play a Trojan horse!"

The host laughed and picked up the little girl.

Zheng Quzhi's pupils shrink slightly.

When Wei Yan looked at the missing person's information, he glanced at it. This little girl is one of the missing, because he is too young, he took a few more glances.

"Zhuzhu, I want to call him Dad!" An old man's voice sounded immediately, and an old man with a cane appeared on the stairs.

The girl named Zhuzhu heard the words, bit her finger and shook her head: "But, he is not my father!"

The little girl's voice is childish, and her eyes are full of expression, unlike other people's hollow eyes.

The master's face changed, and he let go, and the little girl fell to the ground with a thud. It was probably because of a fall that the little girl was stunned for a moment, and then cried loudly: "Wow, wow... I want to go home... I want Dad..."

Zheng Quzhi looked at the master and saw that the muscles on his angry face trembled and suddenly, a few pieces of flesh fell off his face, revealing the bones on his cheeks.

"Shhh-quiet."

The cold voice pulled back Zheng Quzhi's thoughts, and saw Wei Yan bend down, picked up the little girl seemingly very skillfully, patted the little **** the back, and whispered comforting: "Don't cry."

It is more comfort than an order.

But miraculously, the little girl stopped crying, only holding Wei Yan's neck tightly with her hands, her face full of dependence.

"Oh, the floor is dirty again." A woman in a maid costume ran over, holding a rag in her hand. Before Zheng Quzhi could react, he knelt on the ground with a puff and kept wiping the floor, repeating in his mouth: "The ground is dirty...the ground is dirty..."

Soon, the pieces of minced meat that fell from the master's face appeared next to her. She moved for a while, and then quickly picked up the pieces of meat, with a greedy look on her face: "Meat...delicious meat..."

With that, stuffed the minced meat into his mouth.

Zheng Quzhi couldn't help but retched a few times.

The host finally said: "This is my daughter, she is very stubborn, I am really embarrassed..."

Speaking of the back, there was some regret in his tone.

Wei Yan hooked up the corner of her mouth, hugged the girl named Zhuzhu and glanced at the clock hanging in the lobby, and said, "Your family seems to be hungry. Is it time for dinner?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Quzhi looked at those people.

The old man in the stairwell was already lying on the ground. She had few teeth left in her mouth, but she was still gnawing at the corner of the wall very hard, making her face gray.

The woman trimming the potted plants kept chewing on the scissors, making blood all around her red lips, but she didn't know it, chewing with enjoyment on her face.

And the man named Lao Wang, holding two thick clothes in his hands, bit the cotton wool all over the room.

But Zhuzhu was quietly lying on Wei Yan's shoulder, not knowing what he was doing, and giggled.

The host sighed and nodded: "It's time for dinner, I'm going to cook."

With that said, regardless of Zheng Quzhi and Wei Yan, he walked into the kitchen firmly.

Wei Yan quickly put down the beads in his hand, Zheng Quzhi took a breath: "Mr. Wei! Your shoulder!!"

Wei Yan's shoulder was bitten to **** flesh by Zhuzhu, and his gray shirt was dyed black and red, which looked a bit oozing.

There was a bit of seriousness on his face, and he clicked a few acupuncture points behind Zhuzhu, Zhuzhu actually coughed loudly, spit out the blood he had just drunk, and made mess all over the floor.

Zheng Quzhi breathed tightly, lowered his voice and asked, "Mr. Wei, is that master an evil spirit?"

"Yeah." Wei Yan held up Zhuzhu, bit his finger, and dotted a red dot in the middle of Zhuzhu's forehead. When he looked up, he saw Zheng Quzhi staring at him tightly, his throat tightened instantly.

After a moment of silence, he said: "Come here."

Ok? ?

The boss called, Zheng Quzhi didn't dare to delay, so he hurried forward.

Wei Yan placed a red spot on Zheng Quzhi's forehead with his fingers that had not yet condensed blood. He lowered his voice and said, "This place is full of resentment. It's not that easy to get out. Be careful."

Hearing that, Zheng Quzhi's expression on his face became stiff, and he raised his eyes with a complicated face: "In such a dangerous place, Mr. Wei, what exactly did you bring me here?"

In such a dangerous place, just bring Cai Qi and Qi Wei, so why do you bring him! He's useless and afraid of death, he really doesn't want to come! ! ! !

Wei Yan seemed to be asked, he frowned slightly: "I like to bring you here."

Zheng Quzhi:? ? ?

"Big brother, I'm going home...uuuu..." Zhuzhu burst into tears, crying sadly holding Wei Yan's leg, her round face was at a loss.

"Yeah." Wei Yan didn't show any pity, nodded coldly, and said solemnly, "I will take you home if you obey."

Zhuzhu wiped her tears, crying and nodding heavily: "Hmm!"

"It's time to eat." The owner who went to the kitchen appeared in the lobby, pushing a dining car in his hand, and his face was kind: "You guys come here and have dinner."

I don't know if it was because Wei Yan said that he was the evil spirit. Zheng Quzhi always felt that what the master said was cold and full of horror.

Others also stopped their hands one after another, the greed on their faces did not hide, but their movements were a bit slow. They slowly walked to the long dining table in the middle of the lobby, sat down there, staring in the direction of the host.