"Yes

"Yes

When they heard this, they immediately rushed to the fierce ghost lying on the ground like fighting chicken blood. It's one thing for them to think about it themselves, but it's another for them to be ordered by their husband.

This fierce ghost seems to be difficult to deal with, but Sir let them go, obviously is to believe them.

At such a thought, would they not be excited?

The fierce ghost sees two people toward oneself to come over, the mouth cruel call a, the hand quickly grabs to them. Her fingers were so slender that her nails were almost ten centimeters long, and she was looking to catch them.

Cai Zhen quickly threw out a rune, which happened to fall on her hand.

Prick -

the black and blue hands suddenly bubbled like water, and then emitted a stench. The ghost let out a howl of anger and pain, and his long hair spread out, revealing his face which had been rotten to the surface.

The fight continues.

"It's time to practice the curse of death." Looking at the situation over there, Wei Yan suddenly opens his mouth and releases Zheng Quzhi's hand. His voice is as cold as ever.

Out of fantasy, the two seem to be alienated a lot.

Aware of this, Zheng Quzhi has a kind of illusion of being abandoned. Lowered his head and thought for a long time, he just answered the voice: "Oh."

In a low voice, he read a string of dry and tongue twisting incantations. He looked at the fierce ghost from time to time. He thought that his death mantra would make the ghost react a little, but the result was not so.

The sharp ghost's action was quick, without half stagnation, which was obviously indifferent to Zheng Quzhi's death mantra.

He pursed his lips and asked Wei Yan, "what's the use of reading this?"

When he saw the past life mantra, he had already Baidu. The former life mantra was used to exorcise the dead, but it had no effect after he read it.

"You don't have enough strength to do anything else." Wei Yan studied Zheng Quzhi's face. Seeing that he was angry after hearing his words, he added slowly: "for you, it has the effect of calming your mind."

Zheng Quzhi choked up in his throat for a long time. He pulled the corners of his mouth and said stiffly, "Mr. Wei, can you finish your next speech in one breath?"

Wei Yan glanced at him coolly. His face was still calm: "are you hating me again?"

Zheng Quzhi:???

On the other side, the situation is pressing. This fierce ghost is really not easy to deal with, Cai Zhen and Qi He both have some difficulty.

Zheng Quzhi hard to move his eyes, dry smile: "no, no disrespect."

After a pause, his finger pointed to Cai Zhen, and his face was full of pity: "Wei Yan! Look at big brother Cai, how hard he plays! But also injured, even Qi Bo did not laugh! Do you think the two of them can fix this woman? "

Wei Yan didn't lift his eyes, but he was still staring at Zheng Quzhi as before. He was persistent and continued: "you are hating me."

"I don't have one." Zheng Quzhi has a headache. How many times should he explain it

A dark shadow suddenly hit, Zheng Quzhi did not react to it, suddenly put a hand on his waist, across the thin clothing, cool into the skin.

The hand on the waist suddenly forced, Zheng Quzhi was caught off guard and leaned toward Wei Yan. He turned around and happened to look at the woman lying on the ground.

In her eyes, there is a terrifying anger and killing intention, only one eye makes people cold. But then, Zheng Quzhi saw the familiar gloom and sadness.

Suddenly, Wei Yan's voice rang in his ear: "don't look."

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

There was another scream, and Qi's voice also followed: "Damn it! Dare to attack our husband! Look for death

Zheng Quzhi patted his hand on his waist first. After Wei Yan's hand was released, he moved his hand from his eyes and calmly looked at the woman who had become a fierce ghost.

The woman was attacked by Qi Li and Cai Zhen, and soon fell into the downwind. She kept roaring with a sharp voice. Qi He is still as bloody and violent as ever, with the momentum of fighting each other to death.

Women also make strange sounds, probably because they have not spoken for a long time and lost their language function.

This is still in the corridor, Zheng Quzhi looked out, some worried: "others will not see us?"

Voice just fell, Qi he kicked the woman into 404. The door fell to the ground with the woman, raising a cloud of dust. Zheng Quzhi coughed a few times when he was choked and took a look inside.

The furnishings inside were the same as before. Zheng Quzhi uttered a voice and opened his mouth again: "ah, when her son has been in charge for so long, it's still a little sad to see her like this."

"Get used to it." After that, Wei Yan pursed her lips and reached out to pull Zheng Quzhi: "if you really don't want to see it, we can go to 304 first."

Zheng Quzhi quickly dodged Wei Yan's hand and reminded him: "we are not children now. We can't hold hands casually. We will be misunderstood as gay."Wei Yan took back his hand and said coldly, "what is giving?"

Neigh -

ZHENG Quzhi took a breath of cool air, looked at Wei Yan with complicated eyes and waved his hand: "forget it, let's go, let's go to 304."

Since we want to realize the corpse wish, we can only go to 304 to find if the passbook is in. Thinking of this, he was worried. Five years later, he didn't know whether the passbook was still there

Wei Yan frowned slightly, and then saw Zheng Quzhi walking to the stairwell with some sense of fleeing. He lowered his eyebrows and became more curious about the strange words.

"Eh?" Finding that Wei Yan didn't follow up, Zheng Quzhi stepped back and said, "Wei Yan?"

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes.

Zheng Quzhi is carrying the light, behind is the dark stairs, so the expression on his face is not very real, but he must be looking at him, puzzled and concerned.

The person in front of him and someone in my memory gradually overlapped. Wei Yan's hand gradually clenched into a fist and walked towards him.

Zheng Quzhi is the only one in the world. As long as you call Wei Yan's name, Wei Yan will go to him as if he was in evil.

***

the third floor is also unpopular. The buildings on this floor are gloomy, so it is no wonder that they will be demolished.

Stop at 304 door, Zheng Quzhi looked up. There was a lot of noise upstairs. On the third floor, you could hear something crashing against the wall.

Needless to say, it must have been Qi Li pulling a woman and smashing it on the wall. Zheng Quzhi shuddered, remembering Qi Lin's means to deal with dirty things before, and immediately forced himself not to think about it. He said to Wei Yan, "there shouldn't be dirty things in this room, right?"

As soon as the voice fell, the temple was as painful as a needle.

"Damn it..." If someone put a needle in his head, his head must be full of pinholes. Pain and dizziness, Zheng Quzhi body shaking, arm will cover over a powerful hand.

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