Wu Rong didn't think too much about it.

When the sound rang, he had already thrown the mobile phone into the **** mouth of the starving ghost.

It took only half a minute for the pitch-black ghost to descend, the surrounding light dimmed, the temperature plummeted and it was extremely cold, the half-person-high trash can was rotten and cracked, the wall was rolled and mottled, and the bottom was covered with dirty mold spots. It seems that an extremely evil force has affected the surrounding environment, and Wu Rong, who is trapped in it, has nowhere to retreat and can only fight hard.

Anyway, they are all ghosts, if there is a fight, he still has a chance!

"Ow-gulu."

The ghost directly swallowed the phone. Its upper body was already lying on Wu Rong's back, and its long black and dirty arms strangled his neck. Wu Rong shuddered, the place where he and the ghost came into contact seemed to be covered with icicles, it was terribly cold, as if he was in a freezer, unable to move at all. His skin was pale from the cold, and his lips lost their color. Even though he knew he had to fight hard, his gradually blurred mind could not control his frozen body.

The green and foul-smelling saliva of the starving ghost dripped onto Wu Rong's shoulder, and he would be swallowed before he was frozen to death.

Time is like standing still, stretching infinitely, at this moment—

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Amidst the miserable howls, Wu Rong's consciousness gradually recovered. Leng Yuan's sudden departure made his body start to warm up. He staggered a few steps. After he was able to control his body, Wu Rong walked a few steps away from the area before looking back to see what happened. what.

The evil spirit was melting, and his bulging and hard abdomen became as soft as cream, and small turquoise handprints were printed from the inside. The handprint was very small, about the size of a three or four-year-old child's slap, accompanied by the clear and clear giggling sound of the child. The more joyful the laughter, the more tragic the ghost's wail. It scratched its belly frantically, and the moment Wu Rong turned its head, it let out a scream, and the belly that was swollen to paper-thin was finally torn apart by itself. .

puff.

There was a soft sound, like the sound of a balloon bursting. After the belly was torn open, the evil spirit quickly shriveled up, and within two or three seconds it became a mass of ashes. Roll out a half-corroded phone from the dross.

Sizzling, sizzling, sizzling.

The noisy electric sound was intermittent, and a satisfied belch could be faintly heard from the phone, accompanied by a childish laughter, innocently puzzled: "My lord...thank you for the hospitality..."

"When will you...die...."

"Only after death..."

Zila.

This mobile phone, which has suffered countless disasters, has finally been completely scrapped. The hustle and bustle of people gradually became normal, the sun set, the warm sunlight fell on the alley, the trash can returned to normal, the wall was not old and was hung on the wall, everything seemed like a lifetime away.

Wu Rong took a deep breath, put on a stiff face, shook her hands, and lit a cigarette for herself.

People who are stimulated too much will become a little numb, at least when they return to the deserted shroud shop, no one can see anything from Wu Rong's expressionless face. Looking at the strange mother, his tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

Even if the world has changed, the closest relatives are still the same after all. Wu Rong moved her lips and said in a low voice:

"mom…"

"You still know how to come back? I thought you died outside long ago, and forgot that I am your mother!"

The witch mother was surprised when she saw the person coming back, then she pushed Wu Rong in with a straight face, closed the door, and chattered impatiently: "You are full of ghosts, the little **** has gone to raise ghosts again, I think you still hope That day, make me so angry that I ascend to heaven and then raise your old mother. Be an ordinary person and don’t listen. Hurry up and get out of the back and wash it with grapefruit leaves. It’s bad luck.”

The second floor of the shroud shop was a cramped place. The witch mother pushed Wu Rong into the bathroom, turned around and pulled a lot of grapefruit leaves, and put the water in. Before leaving, she hesitated at the door of the bathroom. The witch mother was silent for a long time, as if she had made up her mind, and said with a little hesitation: "Little brat, the old man in the village called today. Your grandmother is getting old and not in good health. It's time to tell you something..."

buckle.

There was a rhythmic knock on the door from downstairs, and the interrupted mother witch didn't want to pay attention to it, but the knock on the door was repeated several times without stopping. Finally, she raised her eyebrows in anger, rolled up her sleeves and stepped down. Stairs, Po La rushed out the door and shouted: "Didn't you see that the door is closed? Get out of my way, no matter whether people or ghosts open the shop today!"

click.

A deformed and twisted little hand directly penetrated the door panel, stretched in and opened the lock. The door was pushed open, and two people, one old and one young, walked in from outside. They were all wearing black windbreakers and carrying a black leather bag in their hands. The old man was short and stooped, with creases all over his face and cloudy eyes. The deformed little hand disappeared under his windbreaker, just in time for Wu Rong who followed him downstairs to see it.

The young man, on the other hand, appeared relatively normal, only wearing a mask that tightly covered the lower half of his face.

"Hello, I'm working in Section 7 of the Public Security Bureau. I'm Special Police Officer Zhou Xun, ghost number 1682."

Zhou Xun took out the black-skinned and silver-faced police officer's card, and opened it in front of Wu Rong, the witch mother, with a mild tone. The old man next to him didn't say a word, but stared at Wu Rong with a gloomy face and foggy eyes.

"At 6:15:32 this afternoon, the spiritual reaction in the residential building area of ​​the back alley of Yangjiaping Pedestrian Street in Wulongpo District exceeded the standard. According to the monitoring, it was confirmed that a D-level spiritual recovery incident occurred. In order to prevent the spread of the vicious incident, the residents in this area all To accept the investigation, please cooperate."

—

Cold rain fell on his face, and Xun An, who was dragged in a sack to the back alley and beaten severely, woke up at night. He was lying in the **** dump, his body was filthy and smelly, his white shirt was completely earth-colored, his body was full of wounds, the pain was terrific.

Wu Rong's younger brother knows how to measure, and hits those places that are extremely painful but can't be seen from the outside. Even if Xun An went to the police station to complain, it was useless.

Xun An, who looked as if he had been broken up, was suffocated to death. He was completely confused, and he didn't know why Wu Rong suddenly turned his face today!

"Did someone say something to him?"

Xun An couldn't figure it out, his face was gloomy, he shook the muddy water on his clothes, and stood up while leaning on the wall: "Wu Rong is in a state of mind now, wait a few days, a few days..."

Xun An wasn't very afraid, he felt that Wu Rong must still care about him, that's why he was so angry. Wait for the anger to subside before coaxing him, or he will come back. As for Lin Wenwen, who finally got to talk, Xun An hesitated for a moment.

"Don't worry, this kind of woman with a good family background is like a donkey. Just follow her and don't take you seriously. Sometimes you have to be cold to make her think you are unusual."

Xun An, who had confidence in his heart, was not so angry anymore. It was too late now, he couldn't go back to the dormitory under the curfew, and he had no money to stay in the hotel. Xun An was also reluctant to spend money. After thinking about it, he limped outside.

Yangjiaping is a small town, and you can still see patches of old one-story houses when you walk outside the slightly bustling commercial street. Xun An walked for a long time until he arrived at a very remote and sparsely populated place. There is a small yard like a farmyard here, which is dilapidated, and it is midnight, and there are dogs barking pitifully inside.

Xun An frowned and knocked on the door. The warm yellow light came on, and a young man with a cropped head and wearing black T jeans walked out of the courtyard, full of hostility. He was holding a steel pipe in his hand, which was covered in blood. Xun An said in a low voice, "Brother Hu, I want to stay for one night."

"Hey, isn't this a high-achieving student? If someone beats you up like this, it won't be your little face."

Brother Hu joked and mocked, and rudely took out the key from his belt and opened the door lock: "Come in, I'm a kind-hearted person, and I always like to take in some homeless kittens and puppies."

Xun An went in silently, and the door clattered shut behind him. The small courtyard is not big, but there are a lot of sundries. There are several sacks lying here and there beside the exposed water pipes. The ground is full of dark water, and it is hard to tell whether it is blood or water. After Xun An entered the yard, he felt that there were many eyes watching him from the dark. Brother Hu cursed vulgarly, and threw the steel pipe in his hand out.

"You bastards, what are you looking at, get lost!"

The steel pipe fell hard in a dark corner, something was hit, and there was a whine, and a group of black shadows ran away in a panic. By the dim light, they were all skinny stray cats and dogs. Xun An slept in a side room, with old and moldy quilts, the stench of fermented blood mixed with cat and dog feces, the constant howling of animals, and tossing and turning in pain all over his body, he barely fell asleep until midnight.

‘I, Xun An, will definitely go to the capital, go to the best Tianshi University, and become a Tianshi admired by thousands of people! '

'Wu Rong...Lin Wenwen...wait for me...'

Xun An gritted his teeth and vowed to fall into a deep sleep, but not long after, he started to twitch all over his body, and rolled directly to the ground as if in a fit of epilepsy, hitting his head **** the edge of the bed.

"No, don't kill me, Wu Rong, don't kill me, I didn't push you out on purpose, I didn't kill you! Wu Rong, please let me go, please let me go! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh It hurts so bad, dog, don’t bite me, Wu Rong, Wu Rong, let me go, let me go!”

Xun An seemed to be haunted by some kind of nightmare, his eyes were straightened, struggling and writhing in pain, his whole body was shaking like chaff, yelling in panic and despair, causing cats and dogs to bark outside, and Brother Hu who was awakened angrily kicked open the door, picked up Xun An's collar slapped him twice: "Call your ancestor's soul in the middle of the night, if you want to die, I will grant you!"

These two slaps woke Xun An up. His face was pale, he was panting like a dehydrated fish, his face was blank and frightened, and he murmured: "Liu, Liu Hu? Didn't you get bitten to death by Wu Rong's dog? , Difficult, am I dead too?"

"Wow."

A lame little native dog was pawing beside the bed, tilting its head to look at Xun An curiously, its short black tail wagging like a flower. Who knew that Xun An was terrified when he saw it, and moved back in a hurry, his nose was smelly and his crotch was completely wet: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Wu Rong, Wu Rong, please don't let it bite me, let me go, let me go—!"

"Damn your grandma's legs!"

Liu Hu furiously slapped Xun An, whose mouth was full of blood, and opened his mouth to spit out some teeth. Seeing that he was so frightened that he peed out of his mouth and uttered nonsense, Brother Hu went out with a sullen face, but after a while, he came in with a bowl of blood and splashed Xun An directly. An's face. The steaming black dog's blood dripped down. Seeing the **** hands, Xun An's eyes froze, and he passed out again with a thud.

This coma lasted until the next morning, when Xun An finally calmed down from extreme fear, he realized in a daze that he had been reborn.

Reborn back to a year ago.

The author has something to say:

The scumbag is reborn from the King of Ghosts line~