The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Wei Yan stepped forward and held Zheng Quzhi with a happy smile on his face: "Hey, don't faint."

As he said, his hand with distinct joints squeezed to Zheng Quzhi's face.

The cold breath swept through his body instantly, Zheng Quzhi trembled all over, and opened his eyes again. Wei Yan's delicate and handsome face came into view.

Zheng Quzhi took a deep breath, not forgetting the old king behind him, and hurriedly squeezed into Wei Yan's arms, forcefully stuffed his 1.8-meter big man into his arms, and exclaimed: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh The ghost is coming!!!"

Wei Yan was knocked back a few steps, her ink-colored eyes squinted cheerfully, her apple throat rolled slightly, and her voice suddenly became dumb: "Yeah."

He raised his hand and put it on Zheng Quzhi's shoulder, and took him back, looking at the old Wang with some impatience.

Originally wanted to take his time, but now, he just wants to make a quick battle.

He slowly closed his eyes, brewed for a moment, then opened his eyes suddenly. I saw that the ink-colored eyes had become blazing red like a fire, the old Wang's crawling movement stopped, and a turquoise light ignited all over his body.

In just a few seconds, Lao Wang's face was still astonished, but his tall body had become a pile of ashes.

All the dust settled.

Wei Yan's hand was placed on Zheng Quzhi's hand that was holding his waist, and he pulled his hand away. Then he took a step back, looked down at him and said, "From now on, just call me Wei Yan."

Zheng Quzhi's face was full of prostration after the disaster, and his legs were still a little weak. Just now, the old Wang was so close to him, he could even see a few nail marks on his face.

The traces are small and should be beads.

Thinking of this, Zheng Quzhi felt a little sober, and quickly asked Wei Yan: "Zhuzhu and the others are not in danger, right?"

One old and one young is really worrying.

Upon hearing this, Wei Yan's face was slightly cold: "I'm talking to you."

Zheng Quzhi was startled and scratched his head embarrassedly: "Mr. Wei, what did you just say? I didn't hear it clearly?"

Wei Yan's face was completely cold, raised his eyes and watched Zheng Quzhi quietly for a long while, then turned back to sit on the tatami, and closed his eyes.

Zheng Quzhi:? ? ?

"Mr. Wei, don't we go and take a look outside?" After hesitating for a while, he couldn't help but whispered.

Wei Yan ignored him, pressing his thin lips and making no response.

Zheng Quzhi was full of black lines, and finally squatted silently in the corner without speaking. The boss is not there, of course he dare not go out, he is not a savior, it is better to keep his life.

Besides, Wei Yan shouldn't let her life go?

There was still a smell of rotting corpses in the room. Zheng Quzhi was scared to sleep by the old Wang. After a long period of silence, he couldn't help but go to Wei Yan to talk to him again: "Mr. Wei, who do you think is possessed by the evil spirit? That one?"

Wei Yan opened his eyes, tilted his head and glanced at the window broken by the old Wang. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed helplessly and replied, "I want to."

After receiving Wei Yan's response, Zheng Quzhi's heart that had been hanging in his throat finally fell. He quickly squatted beside the tatami and looked up at Wei Yan: "Is that beautiful woman?"

Hearing that, Wei Yan frowned.

Upon seeing this, Zheng Quzhi breathed tightly. Did he guess wrong?

"Pretty?" Wei Yan's thin lips opened slightly, and there was some displeasure on his face: "Do you think she is beautiful?"

Zheng Quzhi's face was dumbfounded, and he carefully recalled the appearance of the woman with red lips, and then nodded affirmatively: "It's pretty, and the figure is good."

Wei Yan closed his eyes again, pursing his lips and stopped speaking.

Although Zheng Quzhi was dissatisfied with Wei Yan's ignorance of his behavior, he was helpless. Seeing that the ground was pretty clean, he simply sat on the tatami, learning Wei Yan to close his eyes.

This closing, actually really fell asleep.

Being groggy, it seemed to fall into a dream. It is still the same flat ground that I saw last time in the bathroom. No, it shouldn’t be said that it’s flat ground, here are construction workers, and flat ground has a model.

It's that haunted house.

Zheng Qu feels cold, what the **** is this? How could he dream of the scene before the haunted house was built?

"Songzi, wait for the haunted house to be built! We are the big bosses!" The man who committed suicide and was taken to cook by his master said yearningly.

The man named Chengzi is undoubtedly the master, and there is a smile on his face, "Yes, when the time comes to make money, we will make five or five points, and make a lot of money together!"

Cheng Zi looked at the construction site yearningly, but didn't notice that the complexion of the people beside him changed as soon as he finished saying that.

Zheng Quzhi saw it really, shock, surprise, and a touch of hatred appeared on the man's face.

"Five to five points?" the man asked.

Cheng Zi turned his head to look at the man in surprise, and said, "Yes! Five to five points, how fair is it?"

A reluctant smile was squeezed on the man's face: "Well, yes... how fair..."

The scene changes suddenly, and the haunted house has been built. Chengzi and the man stood in front of the haunted house, and the man suddenly said, "Chengzi, let's go in and experience it."

Cheng Zi was taken aback, then nodded, and readily agreed: "Go! Our brothers are here to be the first tourists in our haunted house!"

With that, he walked inside with the man.

***

When I woke up, it was already daylight outside the window, and it was still snowing. Zheng Quzhi clutched his aching head and groaned. When he woke up, why did his head hurt so much?

"Wake up?" Wei Yan lowered his head and couldn't help frowning when he saw his face covering his head in pain, "What's the matter?"

"The brain hurts." Zheng Quzhi shook his head, recalling that before, he didn't seem to knock his head, right?

In the world created by evil spirits, the magnetic field is different from the magnetic field of human life, and it will have a certain impact on ordinary people. Wei Yan frowned, unexpectedly affecting Zheng Quzhi so much.

I remember that when I brought Cai Qian and Qi Mao in for the first time, they didn't have a headache except for a little nausea.

He got up with an unexplainable look between his eyebrows. After seeing Zheng Quzhi for a long while, he touched Zheng Quzhi's head and whispered: "It's coming."

"What's coming?" Zheng Quzhi's eyes flashed suspiciously. He always felt that he couldn't talk with Wei Yan. Could it be the legendary generation gap?

"Let's go, go to the lobby." Wei Yan didn't answer. He bowed his head patiently and rolled up his sleeves neatly. Then he inadvertently glanced at Zheng Quzhi's wrist and saw that the hair was still there, his frowning brows were slightly loosened.

Zheng Quzhi entered this kind of world for the first time and shouldn't stay too long.

In the lobby-

The woman with red lips was sitting on the sofa alone, hugging her knees like Xiao Nan yesterday, her face covered with long hair, and her emotions could not be seen clearly.

The old man still looked dull and hollow, staring at a corner in a daze. With the snoring beads nestled beside her, she curled up beside the old man, her childish face was peaceful and harmless.