In the world...no ghosts?

What about teasing him?

There can be no ghost, so what is he?

person?

Yan Rong looked down at himself, transparent body, cold touch, under the sun, he didn't even have a shadow. Isn't he a ghost like this?

Not a ghost, so what is this book called ghost solution?

He twitched the corners of his mouth disdainfully and turned a few pages indiscriminately, only to find that he was writing some messy red blood characters.

Like a graffiti of a child, nothing can be seen clearly.

Yan Rong turned it boringly, only to think that these pages were very weird. He was about to drop the book. He Qing just pushed in the door and saw that the ghost was standing in front of the bookcase holding the book. The pupil twitched sharply, rushing up without thinking.

"What are you doing with this book!"

Yan Rong had no interest in this book that could not see anything. At this moment, when he saw the man's unusually nervous reaction, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he became interested.

"Just look at it, so nervous what to do."

He still had nothing to do with his face. He walked slowly to the man who was holding the book and hiding far away. Seeing that he clenched the book in his hand with vigilance, his fingertips even reached the point of whitishness. "Are you going to finish?"

"Ok."

He Qing seemed to be worried that ghosts would still be robbed, pinching the book tightly and whispering, "What are you doing with this book?"

"Nothing, just boring." Yan Rong replied with a smile, but his eyes were cold and without emotion.

In his view, it is impossible for He Qing to tuck in nature like this, thinking of his so-called first love lover, and thinking of those uses, the smile on the corner of the ghost's mouth slowly fell.

"Mr. He, what is written in this book?"

When he asked him, He Qing thought that he might not have seen the things inside. The tension was slightly relieved. He tried to restrain his beating heart and whispered, "Nothing, you are bored, we are now You can go back from work."

"Okay."

Yan Rong stood on the spot, watching the man put the book in the bookcase again, lowered his body to pick up the lock on the floor, walked over a few times, and took the book directly in his hand.

He Qing just had time to see the ghost at his feet flash by, then stood up in a panic and saw that the book reappeared in the hands of the ghost.

"What on earth does this say?"

Yan Rong waved the book in his hand and flaunted his power to the man. "Before I didn't study it clearly, this book was mine."

The man sullenly angered him for the first time.

"give me."

"No."

Yan Rong smiled sarcastically at him, "Or, you tell me directly, what's the secret inside, so I won't give it back to you?"

There is indeed a secret, but this secret must not be known to Yan Rong.

He Qing turned his face white and walked towards him step by step, "Yan Rong, give me the book."

"You care about this book so much, is there a way to save your old lover in this?"

Not only did the ghost not give him, but he took a step back, staring at He Qing's expression, full of malice.

"If I ruined this book, you said, can you save that lone soul ghost?"

Sure enough, after he said this, He Qing's face became even paler.

He stared at the book in the man's hand, his voice was so low that he could hardly hear it, but it was accurate and fell into Yan Rong's ears.

"Give me, please."

The ghost raised a wanton grin, "If I gave you this book, would you promise me anything?"

He Qing paled and nodded, his lips were almost colorless, and his eyes were still staring at the book.

"As long as you give it back to me, whatever you want..."

He was so scared.

Fear of hard work for so long, all ruined.

Yan Rong saw his fear, so he was more reckless.

"Okay, as long as you promise me to stay with me in the future, I will return it to you."

Without thinking, the man answered directly, "I promise you."

The ghost looked at him like this, and his heart was even more uncomfortable. I'm afraid He Qing now, he would let him jump off the building.

why? For the method of saving old lovers recorded in this book?

Yan Rong thought of the obscure bottle at home, and his eyes sank maliciously.

"That bottle, I want to see for yourself that you destroyed him!"

The man's face was pale and he took a step back, his lips trembling and he didn't speak.

"How about it, refuse?"

The ghost took the book in his hand and sneered, "With ice, should it be destroyed?"

The air in the room began to get cold, and He Qing almost rushed forward in panic, "Don't!!!"

"Yan Rong, Yan Rong, listen to me first..."

He rushed into the sun, his face was white and transparent, and his body was trembling, as if he was suffering from severe pain.

"This book contains my stuff. If you ruin him, I'm finished..."

The man begged, and his beautiful eyes were full of pleading, "You put him down, I will help you with everything but the bottle..."

Ruined this book, He Qing will be in danger?

Yan Rong slowly put down the book, looked at the man who was almost transparent in the sun, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Really?"

"Really!"

"Why didn't I believe it?"

He didn't talk about ruining the book any more, but he picked up the ghost solution slowly and put it on himself.

"Before I was free, this book belonged to me."

"No!!!!"

Watching his movements, He Qing made a short shout, but it was too late.

He watched, watching the book stick into the ghost's heart that would never have beaten.

In a pair of eyes, despair.

The last second that Yan Rong lost consciousness, he saw the eyes of the man, sad, desperate, as if he had lost everything.

He struggled to get past, and subconsciously wanted to smooth He Qing's gathered eyebrows, but he couldn't lift any strength.

"Yan Rong! Yan Rong, you wake up! Yan Rong!"

Who is madly shouting his name, with a crying cry, despair, this sound is familiar, who is it?

He was standing beside the car in confusion, watching a comatose man in the car. He was covered with blood, and he could not wake up because of the shouting.

A pair of **** hands were desperately trying to buckle the seat belt he was wearing.

It should be broken, no matter how hard the hands are, they can't get down. The man with blood on his head is trapped.

And the people around him want to save him.

A **** guy struggling to get up from the driver's seat, watching the smoke and flames around him, pushed his car in fright, and stumbled down.

After running for a few steps, he remembered what had turned around and shouted away, shouting, "He Zong, hurry up and catch fire. The car may explode at any time."

"Yan Rong is still there. The seat belt on him cannot be opened, Yan Rong!!"

The man was covered with blood, with tears on his face panic. He pulled the seatbelt desperately. His hands were covered with glass slag, full of blood, but he was desperately pulling like he could not feel pain.

Yan Rong stood stunned by the car, watching He Qing holding the sharp glass in his hand, surrounded by flames. When the car was about to explode at any time, he tried to paddle on it, trying to rescue him.

His voice was no longer calm, full of collapse and despair, "Yan Rong, you wake up, please be awake..."

"Wake up soon..."

The smoke was increasing, and he began to cough, but the belt that was burnt together couldn't be opened.

"Yan Rong!!!"

He Qing kept calling, and at the end, he seemed to have no energy, only to move in vain.

"Mr. He! There is water here! There is water here!" The driver shouted outside, but he refused to come. The car was about to explode at any time. Who wants to die?

"Water...water..."

There was a glimmer of hope in the man's eyes. He slapped Yan Rong in a coma. "Yan Rong, Yan Rong, etc. I will put out the fire immediately..."

In the car accident just now, he didn't know where he had gone. At the moment, he was wearing a pair of socks and opened the door to step on the glass slag. Obviously it should be very painful, but it seems that he can't feel half of everything, staggering. Ran to get water.

Behind him, Yan Rong, who had been unconscious, coughed and woke up. His eyes were slightly open, and he looked at the figure of the man without hesitation. His eyes were full of hate.

Beside the car, Yan Rong of the transparent body took a step back, and his face was incredible.

Actually, this is...

Why it came out like this……

He Qing apparently left him, obviously he couldn't save himself...

He stood on the spot, watching He Qing limping with water in his clothes, limping with water in his clothes.

There is too much smoke in the car, you can't see the outside of the car, and you can't see the outside of the car.

Seeing that it was about to arrive, the flame of the small fire just seemed to be stimulated, and the air became bigger. The whole car burned up.

The man's eyes widened suddenly, and he stopped for an unbelievable second, then rushed up like crazy.

"Mr. He, Mr. He, don't be like this. It's too dangerous to go past Mr. He!"

"Go away!!"

He Qing was holding wet clothes, desperately trying to rush to the car, but was stopped by the people behind him, and there were tears and blood on his face, blending together, it was an unprecedented embarrassment.

"Yan Rong, Yan Rong..."

Crying, crying, he knelt on the ground, eyes full of despair.

The ghost stood before him, his eyes stunned.

Why it came out like this……