The real daughter calculates with her fingers, she will become rich after the divorce

The high-pitched and sinister voice made people's hair stand on end.

Song Nanzhu's body was covered with goosebumps. He took a few steps back in disgust, then raised his head and stared at the decapitated ghost who had reattached his head with vigilance.

"Actually what? Do you also know how to break sentences when you speak?"

The young man rolled his eyes angrily.

"Actually, I think I've seen you before."

The decapitated ghost couldn't feel the other party's resistance to him at all.

He floated around Song Nanzhu, and the more he looked at it, the more he looked like him, and he even nodded in a serious way.

Of course, the mounted head fell off again.

The scene became comical at one point.

Song Nanzhu: "..."

I know that my head is still there, but I don't know if I am really stupid or pretending to be stupid.

Senior sister, are you sure you want him to be a bodyguard?

When the young man thought of the scene where the decapitated ghost would lose his head when fighting with others, he couldn't hold back his laughter.

The baby face suddenly became lively.

The beheaded ghost said with emotion: "You look even better when you smile."

Song Nanzhu thought this ghost was really funny.

As soon as his thoughts relaxed, the discomfort he was frightened just now dissipated instantly.

The young man asked curiously: "You said you have seen me, where did you see me?"

"When I was still alive, I walked in the rivers and lakes, punishing good and eradicating evil. If I remember correctly, you should be a bandit leader. In the end, I cut your throat with a sword..."

The smile at the corner of Song Nanzhu's mouth began to twitch.

He couldn't smile.

He took back what he had just said.

This decapitated ghost really deserves a beating! Do you believe I will take your head off and play it with a ball?

Tolerable or unbearable.

He can't take it anymore!

So what Meng Xingluan saw after running back in the morning was the scene of Song Nanzhu chasing the decapitated ghost with a mahogany sword.

Meng Xingluan: "..."

Day by day, no one made her worry free.

"enough."

The two words of indifference successfully stopped the scene of chasing each other.

Song Nanzhu felt wronged, but he insisted on saying it.

"Senior sister, this ghost said that I am a bandit leader, and he wants to seal my throat..."

Based on these remarks, Meng Xingluan probably guessed the reason.

There was a hidden smile in the woman's eyes.

She really didn't want to laugh.

But she really couldn't imagine a baby-faced person being a bandit leader.

Seeing this, the decapitated ghost emphasized it again proudly.

"Look, your senior sister is laughing. Am I right? It's a good thing to change your past. Why are you so impatient?"

Song Nanzhu: "..."

hehe.

"Okay, we still have things to do today. Song Nanzhu, you just stay in the house and look after the house."

"Ah? But senior sister, I want to go with you. We have been open for so many days this year, shouldn't we also take a day off?"

Song Nanzhu looked at Meng Xingluan with hopeful eyes.

He really wanted to see the white moonlight and cinnabar mole of this decapitated ghost.

Meng Xingluan ruthlessly refused.

"No."

Song Nanzhu burst into tears instantly.

But this look was not enough to make Meng Xingluan feel soft-hearted.

She has a heart of stone.

In the end, no decision was changed.

Song Nanzhu guarded the Bodhi Taoist Temple like a resentful woman, with a droopy face that made the tourists here today think that he was lovelorn and had been cuckolded by someone else.

……

*

The weather in Beijing is turning from cloudy to sunny today.

The clouds were still thick when we came down from the mountain, but at noon they dispersed to reveal the bright red sun.

Xie Yanci had been waiting there for a long time.

Although he arrived three hours early, he still said he had just arrived when he saw Meng Xingluan.

The beheaded ghost floated to the man's side.

He circled around the thank-you speech several times, mumbling something strange.

"It's weird, it's so weird. This is obviously a person, but why does it feel like a sword to me..."

Meng Xingluan: "..."

This guy is really neurotic.

She ignored him, and after having dinner with Xie Yanci, Meng Xingluan led the decapitated ghost to find his so-called lifelong lover.

Xie Yanci originally wanted to go along.

But a sudden phone call gave him away from this idea.

The man sent a car to take Meng Xingluan to his destination. He turned around and left after making sure there were no other mistakes.

In the car, Meng Xingluan was sleeping with his eyes closed.

The decapitated ghost was floating in the air curiously, looking at the passing scenery outside.

He sighed.

"It's such a long time to see each other. If this were the time of my life, everyone here would be a master of Qinggong. It would be so lucky to have such a convenient and fast means of transportation! I remember that I rode a horse for a whole day just to meet my sweetheart. Half a month..."

The decapitated ghost began to talk endlessly about his vigorous and miserable love.

Meng Xingluan's eyebrows skipped a beat.

Finally chose to ignore it.

But the decapitated ghost has no eyesight at all. The more he talks about it, the more he becomes more and more enthusiastic, and he is close to writing this relationship into a romance novel with millions of words.

Meng Xingluan couldn't bear it.

In order to prevent her ears from getting calluses, she directly drew a talisman and stuck it on the decapitated ghost.

The world is instantly clean.

After an hour and a half.

Bentley drove into a small county town.

People were coming and going in the center of the city, and the honking of cars lingered over the city.

Based on the clues provided by the beheaded ghost, Meng Xingluan calculated the precise address of her reincarnation.

result……

Meng Xingluan's eyes flashed, she still had to see what the decapitated ghost thought.

She removed the silence talisman from the decapitated ghost.

Only then did the decapitated ghost feel his vitality return to himself.

"Master, can you please stop using talismans on me next time? You're suffocating me to death."

"You are already dead, you can't hold it in anymore."

Meng Xingluan didn't accept his trick at all.

The Bentley turned into an alley.

Finally, we stopped in front of a courtyard house.

Meng Xingluan got out of the car first. She bent down and told the driver to wait outside. After Bentley left, the alley seemed wider.

The beheaded ghost floated behind Meng Xingluan.

He started to get nervous.

"Master, do you think I look good like this? Will she dislike me? Should I dress up now?"

Meng Xingluan poured cold water on him.

"You are a ghost now, no one can see you except me."

The beheaded ghost refused to give up, "Then why can people in your live broadcast room see me?"

"What do I do?"

"Anchor."

"What anchor?"

"Metaphysics anchor..."

After the decapitated ghost finished speaking, he realized what a stupid question he had asked.

He fell silent.

Meng Xingluan didn't care.

The woman stood in front of the closed lacquered mahogany door, raised her hand and bent her fingers to knock on the door panel.

"Knock knock—"

The dull sound broke the silence of the alley.

One person and one ghost stood there and waited for two or three minutes before they heard the sound of footsteps coming from inside.

With a "squeak" sound, the door opened.

A graceful and slender figure appeared in front of them.

"Who are you looking for?"

The sound is as graceful as the cry of a bird.

The woman has smooth black hair, and her facial features are clear and not offensive at all.

Under the thick bangs is a pair of bright and gentle eyes.

The decapitated ghost was stunned in the air.

His whole body was shaking, and the next second, he rushed forward suddenly.

He spread his arms and wanted to hold her tightly in his arms, but the reality was that he penetrated her body.

The decapitated ghost looked down at his transparent hands in a daze.

The head fell off again.

This time he didn't put it back, but just floated there alone in a daze.

Meng Xingluan replied: "Is Kong Shu interested?"

Xu heard a bit of surprise on the woman's face when she heard her name.

She began to examine Meng Xingluan seriously again.

Before she could come to a conclusion, a voice came from behind her.

"A Shu, who is it?"

Following the sound, a man who bore a vague resemblance to the decapitated ghost walked slowly towards him.