A Guide to Saving the Wicked

It seems to have the momentum of thunder, and it seems to have a weight of ten thousand catties. It abruptly leads the strong man to fly far away, and then nails the strong man to the wall.

After nailing it through the hole between the eyebrows and nailing the strong man to the wall, he walked out without changing his expression, leaving only a dark piece of wood on the wall.

Jing Haoyang wanted to break the wood again, but found that the piece of wood closest to him had already been cleaned by him.

Glancing at the other end of the sofa with disgust, he still didn't move over, but looked back at the architect, stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful in front of the architect, grabbing a small black object that didn't know what it was. Han opened a big hole.

The architect lowered his head in a daze, and saw a button missing from his shirt.

The brawny man was already honest, but he was very close to the sofa of the four-person group. The four people who had fled screamed and ran towards Jing Haoyang again, and sat timidly on the sofa where Jing Haoyang was sitting.

They didn't sit in the place where Jing Haoyang rubbed the soles intentionally or unintentionally, so they could only squeeze together tightly.

Jing Haoyang sneered: "It's the horse's hoof."

No one understood.

Xie Jiawen, who had disappeared before, came back, pushing a small trolley with a lot of food on it, all of which were very delicate food, and the eyes of the few people who had been frightened all day but barely had any problems were staring. up.

They looked at Jing Haoyang, then at Xie Jiawen, and finally at the strong man and Tangtang on the ground, and finally walked tremblingly to the side of the food and began to set the dishes together with Xie Jiawen.

These human beings are surprisingly adaptable. Jing Haoyang raised his eyebrows and felt quite comfortable.

A smirk appeared on Jing Haoyang's face.

If only they could see that the food they were serving was actually toads, leaves, earthworms, mud.

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Architect □□ attributes are quite high, he was the first to help, put everything on the table after busy work, and several other people also helped more or less, and asked Jing Haoyang to thank him without any grievances Thanks to the drinks brought by Jiawen, none of them suspected that there was something wrong with the food.

Yangshen has already tested the poison with his body, can it still be poisonous here?

Don't worry about it, you've been hungry all day, don't you feel happy after a full meal?

As for Tangtang and this brawny man...they had a choice between being starved to death or being frightened to death, they would rather go on the road after eating enough.

Xie Jiawen saw that everyone was helping to arrange the food, so Shi Shiran got up and walked to Jing Haoyang's side. He didn't speak, and didn't urge Jing Haoyang to eat. He quietly looked at the humans holding the bowls, with a gentle smile on his face.

An An didn't dare to move the chopsticks first, it was Gongsun and the architect who picked up a piece of ribs and brought them to their mouths first.

Seeing this, the little boy hurriedly picked up a piece of ribs, An An shook his hands to pick up the vegetables, Zhi Ge frowned and picked up the rice bowl, as if he didn't intend to eat the vegetables.

Xie Jiawen still had that expression, and Jing Haoyang didn't move until the architect was about to bite off a piece of rib meat, Jing Haoyang raised his right hand lightly and snapped his fingers.

Everything brought about by the snapping of fingers swept away like a nightmare, the warm fireplace in the room disappeared, but the room was still strangely lit by oil lamps, enough for them to see the current situation clearly.

The clean and tidy ancient European decoration style has turned into a decayed old house, with cobwebs and black rags hanging all over the house. These weird oil lamps exude a strange fragrance, but it cannot hide the sudden gloomyness of the house Terrible truth.

The long table where they ate has changed from a beautiful solid wooden table to a rotten wooden board that has been weathered and pitted. The most terrifying thing is-the rice in the bowl has turned into a bowl of mud that looks like it has just been picked up from the lake. They are little pink mice that haven’t grown hair yet, the vegetables are dead branches and leaves, and a plate of peanuts has turned into round maggots...

The architect who was just about to move his mouth was touched by the struggling little mouse, bringing a very soft touch.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

The architect threw away the chopsticks in a hurry, got up from the stool and ran out. The others were also screamed by this action, and some people forgot the stool at their feet when they stood up, and fell to the ground. The whole person is stupid.

Jing Haoyang sat on the back of the sofa and laughed wildly. He almost couldn't sit still. He quickly put his arms around Xie Jiawen's neck to stabilize his figure, and then kept laughing wildly with his arms around Xie Jiawen.

Xie Jiawen stood quietly, letting Jing Haoyang hug him and laugh like crazy.

At this moment, the architect has already touched the doorknob, as long as he presses down, he can leave this ghost place!

Instead of facing such a scene, he would rather continue to get along with those white shadows, and die as soon as they die, at least simply die, he can't bear this kind of shock anymore!

Just thinking about it, then swipe to open the door.

It slammed shut again, with an even more terrifying scream.

In such an instant, a few people who were paying close attention to the outside of the door had already seen the scene outside. When they came, something had grown in the clean and tidy yard, either arms of different colors that had been distorted, or a A head pierced by dead branches.

The entire yard has become a purgatory-like existence.

Jing Haoyang's side became the only safe place again, and everyone scrambled to crawl towards Jing Haoyang.When these people covered in dust, mud, black blood, and spider webs frantically rushed towards Jing Haoyang, Jing Haoyang took a long legged step, flipped off the sofa neatly, and picked up the fluffy Xie Jiawen ran upstairs.

They were not reconciled and wanted to chase them up, but Jing Haoyang didn't turn his head: "The ghosts of the whole house are on the second floor, and there are only two disabled people on the first floor, and there will be no more in a short time. Follow up?"

People who have lost their minds can't take care of so much, especially Gongsun Chong who is at the front, who is about to touch Jing Haoyang's trouser legs. Xie Jiawen, who has been quietly in Jing Haoyang's arms, suddenly slips from Jing Haoyang's arms Ri craned his head to look at them.

Due to the awkward posture and the neck not being long enough, he reached out and took off his head and handed it out for a look.

A handsome young man suddenly took off his head with one hand in front of you, and raised his head up, just to see your appearance clearly.Then no matter how handsome he is, you think he can't be handsome.

Jing Haoyang noticed Xie Jiawen's movements, and didn't stop him, but hugged his body even tighter.

Gongsun stopped and continued to chase up, and the cold sweat was squeezed out from every pore, and suddenly his whole body felt as uncomfortable as if he had been pricked by the tip of a needle.

The others huddled in the corner of the stairs, then rushed to gather around the sofa screaming.

Tangtang and the strong man were indeed two disabled people, except for looking at them with hatred in their eyes, they couldn't stand up and do real harm to them.

After observing for a long time, the muscles all over the body were also tense for a long time. Seeing that there was no more crisis, several people finally relaxed their nerves a little, only to find that because of the tense muscles for half an hour, not only their bodies are limp and weak, but even The cracks in the bones revealed dull pain.

An An sobbed softly, and found someone to lean on: "I'm afraid...I want to go home..."

Looking at each other, they noticed everyone's current appearance.

A lot of disgusting and sticky things were rubbed on their bodies, and everyone's clothes were still covered with dusty spider threads.

They were right next to the sofa, and the smell covered by the smell of the oil lamp was pouring into their nostrils, and only then did they see the sofa with scabs that had turned into black blood clots.

There were not only these on the sofa, but also many broken cobwebs, thick dust, and scattered hairs.

Only the back of the sofa that Yangshen had sat on before was fairly clean, and there was a clean place left, which happened to be the place that Yangshen rubbed with the soles of his shoes and forcibly snapped it out.

How dirty that place was made by Yang God's shoe prints, now that place looks so clean.

The person who had been looking at the clean place inadvertently thought of Jing Haoyang's tsks that had no clear meaning back then.

The elders burst into tears instantly.

On the second floor, there is a corridor at the top of the stairs, with wooden doors on both sides. If you walk in this way, there are 28 rooms in total, and three of them are open. Jing Haoyang is in a good mood, and leads Jing Haoyang straight to Sit in the innermost room with the open door.

Xie Jiawen had already retracted his head at this time, but he did not press it back, but held it in his arms, laying it flat to look at Jing Haoyang.

"you are happy?"

There was great doubt in the small voice, Xie Jiawen had never seen such a person as Jing Haoyang.

Jing Haoyang lowered his head and glanced at Xie Jiawen, the smile on his face almost went behind his ears: "Of course I am happy, you are a ghost, I don't have to worry about your kidney deficiency, and you can live for a long time ..."

Xie Jiawen is still puzzled, even if he has memories of his life, he doesn't understand what Jing Haoyang is saying: "If you stay with me, you should be the one who suffers from kidney failure." After all, I will suck your yang energy.

Jing Haoyang let out an inexplicable laugh, and his voice suddenly became hoarse, with indescribable sex appeal: "Have you heard that... the future will be long?"

When Jing Haoyang spoke, Xie Jiawen couldn't understand a single word.

Fight all night.

Xie Jiawen's weight increased at a considerable speed, and he was no longer the light and light person he was the night before.

The paleness on his face has also been completely replaced by a blush. At this time, he is lively and looks like a living person.

Jing Haoyang went out to deal with the ghost next door who kept knocking on the door. Xie Jiawen finally had a chance to be alone, so he sat on the bed in a daze.

Even though the three views have been blurred and the whole person has become indifferent, he still has some memories of his life.

Jing Haoyang's actions were beyond his understanding.

He never knew that this way can be used between a man and a male ghost...

No, even if it's between a man and a man, is that possible?

Jing Hao was full of yang energy, and Xie Jiawen had benefited a lot. He looked at his arm, and even suspected that he would become the king of ghosts and leave this ghost place in a short time.

Thinking of this, Xie Jiawen showed an innocent smile.

It would be great if I could get out of the bondage here.

He also wanted to go home and have a look, if he could scare anyone to death.After all, as a ghost, who hasn't had a little wish.

Jing Haoyang came back at this time.

Xie Jiawen immediately rushed to Jing Haoyang's side and looked at him eagerly, the meaning of which was too obvious.

How can Jing Haoyang, the old dirty turtle, stand this!

But it didn't take long for Happiness to be kicked away by Xie Jiawen.

Jing Haoyang reached out to hug Xie Jiawen back, but was kicked away again.

Tan simply sat up and looked at Xie Jiawen: "What's wrong baby?"

Xie Jiawen didn't pay attention to Jing Haoyang's title, he was very puzzled: "Where's your Yang Qi?"

Jing Haoyang patted the back of his head: "I forgot to tell you, you have eaten enough today, and you can't digest any more."

Xie Jiawen didn't believe it, so he pushed Jing Haoyang to take another breath.

Jing Haoyang sighed helplessly, and crossed a little bit.

Xie Jiawen's originally rosy face turned pale instantly, and his whole body ached.

Jing Haoyang quickly took it back: "Look."

Xie Jiawen's eyes widened, he had no idea that the Yang Qi that had been sucked away could be taken back!

If Jing Haoyang gets upset and takes everything back, wouldn't his work be in vain!

When Xie Jiawen Guisheng encountered such a situation, he suddenly felt very gloomy, and his eyes began to involuntarily carry the original resentment of Li Gui.

"Ahhhh-"

Suddenly there was a shocking scream from downstairs, Jing Haoyang frowned upon hearing it, and felt the situation downstairs by the way.

"Those grandsons can't do something serious every day?"

Then he got up and said to Xie Jiawen: "I'll go and see them, if you die here, it won't be good for your karma."

Xie Jiawen didn't move, he got up and went out.

At this time, the downstairs was already in a mess. Several well-dressed old people and a middle-aged uncle rushed the previous group of five. Although the movements were slow, since the group of five had not eaten for two days and two nights, they are not going to eat now. How to run past those ghosts.

Jing Haoyang stood at the stairs and coughed lightly, those extra 'people' suddenly turned into skeletons and scattered all over the floor.

The architect wanted to rush up again, but at a glance, he saw Xie Jiawen who was gently following behind Jing Haoyang, and stopped instantly, with an increasingly sad expression on his face.

Jing Haoyang didn't understand what these fools were thinking: "There are dozens of kilometers outside full of wandering spirits, and you still think that there are living people who can come in? Opening the door to ghosts in the middle of the night is just a good idea of ​​yours. "

An An was crying out of breath: "Yang, Yangshen... he, they look like our father... We chatted for a while, and the father of the little boy suddenly became angry and said that he wanted to eat Kid, and then...then these daddies started eating people...we, we didn't know it was a ghost..."

Jing Haoyang almost applauded: "Yes, it's even more stupid to explain it. How old are you? Within two days after you came out to play, your dad organized a group to find you?"

Gongsun spoke quickly: "They said our car had an accident and it was on the news, so they came out to look for us together!"

Jing Haoyang didn't even bother to answer: "Okay, you're right, get the hell out, I'm going to sleep."

An An rushed over, crying hysterically: "Yang God! Yang God please, take us back... I, we are really scared... We haven't eaten for a long time, we are about to starve to death... "

Jing Haoyang paused, these people can't die here, he realized it clearly last night, Xie Jiawen didn't have blood on his hands, there's no need to get wild fruit for these guys.

So he looked back at Xie Jiawen: "What about you? Do you want to go out?"

Xie Jiawen nodded and shook his head again: "I can't get out."

"With me here, you don't have to worry about this."

"is it okay?"

"of course can."

"Then I want to go out."

With a smile on Jing Haoyang's face, all the twenty or so doors in the corridor behind him were opened, and a bitingly cold breath gushed out from behind.

And Jing Haoyang just quietly put his arms around Xie Jiawen's waist: "Is there anyone here who has friendship with you?"

Xie Jiawen was careless, already anticipating the fate of Jing Haoyang and this group of humans: "No, but you will not be the opponent of the ghost king."

Jing Haoyang was so moved that his heart became hot: "I killed so many ghost kings, you are the first one to worry about me."

Xie Jiawen: "Yes."

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When countless evil spirits pounced on them with their teeth and claws, a group of netizens who had just lost their fake fathers looked at the blurred faces behind Jing Haoyang, and all their legs softened in fright.

Doomed.

No one can survive a place like this.

The chilly breath permeated their bones. They wanted to scream, run away, and even commit suicide, but they couldn't even lift their fingers.

These ghosts walked without sound, but it was this silent fear that pressed hard on their shoulders like a haze.

A drop of tears fell from the corner of An An's eyes, and there was a slap, which was especially harsh in such a quiet place.

The stagnation in the air was as if the pause button had been pressed. The moment An An's tears fell to the ground, Jing Haoyang moved.

No one saw clearly what Jing Haoyang did, maybe it was just a snap of his fingers, and all the menacing ghosts turned into a cloud of black mist.

The evil spirits who appeared arrogantly turned into black mist before the people downstairs who were frightened by their aura could see what they looked like.

The cloud of black mist was all gathered on the second floor, as if it was blocked by something invisible, without a trace of overflow.

All the coldness disappeared in an instant, and the fear of being stared at by a poisonous snake disappeared without a trace, and the rest was only the body that had been exhausted, slumped into a ball, and the dull eyes stayed On Jing Haoyang.

From their experience, the best-selling movies will not be made like this.

Xie Jiawen was also stunned by what Jing Haoyang did. He even knew better than those humans what Jing Haoyang had done.

They are both ghosts, and they all live in the same place. He understands the power of other ghosts better than anyone else.

Even the hanged ghost opposite him, a resentful ghost with a thousand years of practice, was beaten by Jing Haoyang with a snap of his fingers, making him look like he couldn't even do Juxing.

But he who also heard the snap of his fingers, and the one who stood closest to Jing Haoyang, was unscathed.

However, Jing Haoyang didn't feel that he had done anything extraordinary, and his eyes never left Xie Jiawen from the beginning to the end.

"You absorb it, it's good for you."

Xie Jiawen was shocked: "Aren't you going to beat them to death yourself?"

Jing Haoyang: "Why would I beat them to death? If you get angry with me, I will lose more than I gain."

Xie Jiawen was very puzzled: "Some human beings will subdue, kill, or even destroy ghosts to increase their merits. You have this ability, why don't you increase your merits."

Jing Haoyang suddenly showed a wicked smile: "You don't understand. Just absorb it well."

Xie Jiawen really didn't understand, but it didn't prevent him from quickly absorbing the black mist that the ghosts turned into.

Li Gui, a predator by nature, he was able to stop and ask Jing Haoyang why he was so generous, it was because Jing Haoyang was too powerful that he couldn't beat him.

But since Jing Haoyang gave up, he would never be polite again.

When Xie Jiawen closed his eyes to absorb the black mist, those downstairs who were staring blankly at Jing Haoyang suddenly noticed that the smile on Yangshen's face suddenly became rippling.

……

I don't know why, but Xie Jiawen looked like he was taking advantage, but they always felt that Yangshen made more money... But they couldn't understand what he made.

Xie Jiawen was still absorbing it, and Jing Haoyang was beside him carefully helping to filter it, so that Xie Jiawen could more easily subdue the black mist with a tyrannical aura.

Of course, this kind of good thing should be left to Xie Jiawen, such a little merit is useless to him, but if Xie Jiawen absorbs it, then he doesn't need to restrain his yang energy, and he can enjoy Xie Jiawen's love and friendship happily. , play, play.

How could those single idiots downstairs understand his good intentions.

When Xie Jiawen finally absorbed it and there was not even a speck of black mist in the air, Jing Haoyang smiled with satisfaction, and poked Xie Jiawen's eyebrows with his fingers to help stabilize his breath: "Then let's go."

When Jing Haoyang stabilized his breath, he also helped Xie Jiawen sort out the huge cloud of Yin Qi. Xie Jiawen narrowed his eyes slightly in comfort, and moved slightly closer to Jing Haoyang: "You can't go yet, you just accept it." Little ghost, the ghost king is still here, he is very powerful."

"Don't worry." Seeing that Xie Jiawen liked it, Jing Haoyang didn't leave his fingers: "This turtle dare not come out."

turtle?

Xie Jiawen's eyes widened slightly: "You mean the ghost king?"

Jing Haoyang: "Otherwise, I've been here for two days. Have you seen him come out? If you don't believe me, I'll pull him out and ask you if he's a turtle."

Xie Jiawen raised his head and looked at the ceiling upstairs, the resentment in his eyes flashed away: "Can you kill him?"

Before Jing Haoyang could reply, the house suddenly shook violently. How could the old house, which was already full of cobwebs, stand up to this kind of shaking? Somewhere a hard object fell down, and it was smashed to pieces on the ground.

Xie Jiawen frowned: "He's angry."

Only then did Jing Haoyang come to his senses: "Has he ever bullied you?"

"Bullying?" Xie Jiawen nodded and shook his head again: "Well, every ghost here comes here like this, it's more like a ceremony, so we all want to break him up on the day we become the ghost king."

It is so common for new ghosts to be bullied by old ghosts. They are all ghosts who died with resentment. His ghost goes to work.

Xie Jiawen was brutally murdered, and he was born as a ghost, but when Jing Haoyang saw him, he couldn't even maintain his solid body because he was sucked away by the ghost king.

The ghost king here takes the house as his body, and hides his aura very well. Jing Haoyang didn't notice it at first, but now that Xie Jiawen told the truth, the house shook, and he smelled Xie Jiawen in the ghost king's aura the taste of.

Jing Haoyang immediately snorted coldly, unlike the previous lightly snapping his fingers, this time he was full of anger and stomped hard on the ground under his feet.

The weak staircase broke and collapsed in an instant, and the overwhelming dust was about to cover Jing Haoyang and Xie Jiawen who were falling. There was another cold snort, and the dust all over the sky disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Jing Haoyang opened his palm, and a dark energy mass condensed in the palm of his hand. He unexpectedly rubbed the King of Ghosts into balls abruptly.

Jing Haoyang looked at the group of balls that had been struggling all the time, and suddenly felt disgusted: "The ghost king is so stupid these days?"

The ghost kings he had dealt with for the first time were much more powerful than this one, now that hot chickens of this level can come out and pretend to be ghost kings?

But he dare not say it, after all Xie Jiawen is weaker than this ghost king...

Just like that, a group of people shrank their heads and returned to the city behind Jing Haoyang and Xie Jiawen.

When he stepped on the ground he was familiar with, even the most sensible Zhi Ge cried out. ,

I can't tell what it's like, I thought I would die there, but who knows that I just experienced a real haunted house in the end.

According to the routine in the movie, they should have suffered heavy losses, died tragically, and died violently.

But no, nothing happened, they came back safe and sound, except that they were too hungry, they didn't even scratch their oily skin.

A group of people cried for God, not knowing whether it was joy or sorrow.

……

These are easy to say, and after a long time, they may eventually be forgotten.

but!

Thank you Jiawen!

The new ghost king who has absorbed so many ghosts!

He also came out!

He also brought a Yang God who was more terrifying than the strength of the gods!

qaq

With Yangshen's domineering appearance of licking the dog, he always felt that it would not be safe even if he went home.

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Bringing Xie Jiawen back to his hometown was not difficult for Jing Haoyang. The body he used for each mission basically never worried about money. Even if he was worried, he could quickly make up for it.

This time, I don't have to worry too much. People who can play the game to reach the top of the wealth list are definitely not poor people, so Jing Haoyang drove a private jet and applied for a flight to the city where Xie Jiawen lived before his death.

Throwing the plane at the private airport, Jing Haoyang pulled Xie Jiawen into a black business car.

Xie Jiawen didn't understand: "Why don't we go directly there, the car is too slow."

The next second he understood, Jing Haoyang took out a bottle of wine from the car refrigerator and handed it to Xie Jiawen, and then reached out for two wine glasses: "Come on, let's drink."

The driver in front did not speak, but silently raised the baffle, giving Jing Haoyang and Xie Jiawen a little private space, and at the same time giving himself a little alcohol-free space.

Jing Haoyang looked at the raised baffle, and put the issue of raising the driver's salary on the agenda.

There are not many people who understand this much.

For example, the few sand sculptures we traveled together before.

Xie Jiawen tore off the cork with his bare hands, and the red pomegranate-colored wine liquid was slowly poured into the glass. Black berries and vanilla-flavored wooden barrels were diffused in the car, as well as some rich fruity aromas.

The two clinked glasses, Xie Jiawen shook the glass, took a small sip...then another sip, and after pouring it into his mouth a few times inconceivably, he looked at Jing Haoyang in amazement: "I can actually taste it!"

Jing Haoyang gulped it down like a cow chewing a peony: "It's not good."

Xie Jiawen ignored Jing Haoyang, and directly picked up the wine bottle and poured it into the glass in his hand, several glasses in one pour.

He wouldn't get drunk, and the liquor didn't burden his non-existent stomach like a stone sinking into the sea. Soon a bottle of red wine was drank completely by him with surprise and surprise.

The driver stopped slowly before Xie Jiawen noticed that they had arrived at their destination.

An unfamiliar place.

It looked like a wealthy family's villa, Xie Jiawen looked at Jing Haoyang: "Your house?"

Jing Haoyang opened the door and got off the car, walked around to the side where Xie Jiawen was riding and opened the door for him: "It's our home."

The driver was watching his heart, and drove away quickly. He didn't know that the boss was gay, and he even came to such a far away place to hide his beauty.

It was broad daylight now, and Xie Jiawen didn't want to go back so early to deliver surprises, so he was guided by Jing Haoyang to approach Jing Haoyang's house step by step.

The villa is not very big, it can be seen that it is just an occasional place to stay, the decoration is exquisite but there is no trace of fireworks, as if there is no owner, it is quietly placed, and someone comes to clean it every day.

Xie Jiawen sat on the sofa, still holding the wine bottle in his hand, and from time to time he leaned closer to sniff, with a happy smile on his face, not paying attention to what Jing Haoyang said to him.

After a while, Jing Haoyang came out with a large plate of fruits, all kinds of fruits: "You eat first, I will cook."

"You can cook?" Xie Jiawen pretended to be surprised, and then flew towards the fruit. He is a ghost, and he looks like a human, but he doesn't have what a human should have, such as taste, but he tasted the wine today. Taste, he even smelled the aroma of sliced ​​oranges in the fruit bowl.

Before Jing Haoyang left, he had already bitten into the orange, whining about how delicious it was.

Jing Haoyang's heart felt hot after seeing it, so he hurried to the kitchen to calm down.

By the way, fish out the bullwhip that was soaked before...

The pork loin is processed after the bullwhip is stewed, and now it can continue to soak.

The leeks are juicy and juicy, and they are also standing upright on the side waiting for arrangements.

Xie Jiawen ate so much that he couldn't hear Jing Haoyang's completely out-of-toned singing in the kitchen.

It wasn't until the fruits on the plate were finally wiped out that Xie Jiawen discovered the strange aroma in the kitchen as if he had just smelled it.

Jing Haoyang seemed to say that he went to cook?

so fragrant?

Xie Jiawen jumped up from the sofa, floated to the door of the kitchen and looked in through the crack of the door. A palm-sized casserole on the stove was gurgling with aroma, and the aroma instantly invaded Xie Jiawen's nerves.

"Tuk tuk tuk tuk..."

There was another movement from Jing Haoyang's side. Xie Jiawen squinted his eyes and took a closer look. Jing Haoyang seemed to be chopping green onions, and there was a small glass bowl next to it, which contained a bowl of pink unknown objects.

After all the preparations were done, Jing Haoyang in the pot heated the oil. He picked up the glass bowl and poured all the contents into the pot. He threw some colorful side dishes into the pot and stir-fried them over high heat, and another endless aroma rushed into Xie Jiawen's nostrils.

Saliva is about to fall out...

Xie Jiawen lay down at the door and took a deep breath, instantly realizing why the former ghost king used the house as his body... Letting this kind of fragrance linger in his body is simply a beautiful thing in the world.

Following Jing Haoyang's neat movements, Xie Jiawen also understood that Jing Haoyang was frying pork loin.

Strange, he used to be the most impatient to eat offal, but the kidneys made by Jing Haoyang seemed particularly appetizing.

And the plate of leeks at the back, why is it so appetizing.

"It's time to eat." Jing Haoyang said lightly, although he didn't turn his head, Xie Jiawen's scorching eyes were too obvious, he didn't know if he wanted to: "Sit down obediently, I'll bring it to you. "

Xie Jiawen shook his head, waved his little hand, and there was an extra table and two benches in the kitchen: "Let's eat here." The smell here was so good that he was reluctant to leave.

Jing Haoyang put the tableware on the table that Xie Jiawen made out of his kindness: "Go and wash your hands first."

Xie Jiawen sat on the stool and didn't move the hole. The whole ghost was very unhappy: "My hands are not dirty."

Jing Haoyang thought about it too, and put the chopsticks in front of Xie Jiawen: "Then you eat."

Xie Jiawen was like a sprinter who was called to start, swishing his chopsticks straight to his waist, Jing Haoyang didn't eat, and watched Xie Jiawen's chopsticks flying up and down with a smile in his eyes.

When the dishes bottomed out, the soup became a little warmer, and the bowl that Jing Haoyang served Xie Jiawen alone was just right, Xie Jiawen nodded after taking a sip in his arms, almost bubbling with happiness.

He has been by Jing Haoyang's side for so long, and it was the first time he uttered a sentence from the bottom of his heart: "God Yang, you are so kind!"

Jing Haoyang had a bewildered smile on his face: "As long as you like it, I will cook for you every day from now on."

Xie Jiawen's mouth was full: "You are so kind, those people call you Yangshen, so you are actually a god? I didn't believe in the existence of gods in the world before, but then I became a ghost. Just believe it."

"Huh? That's how you understand?" Jing Haoyang realized that he hadn't introduced himself to Xie Jiawen yet: "My full name is Jing Haoyang, and they call me Yangshen because my game nickname is Yangshen... ...Of course, I quite like it when you call me Yang Shen.”

"Oh, Yangshen." Xie Jiawen called out insincerely, and then handed the soup bowl to Jing Haoyang with great sincerity: "Can I just hold the casserole and drink it?"

Jing Haoyang pushed the casserole towards Xie Jiawen: "Just drink it."

Xie Jiawen sent another good person card to the ignorant Jing Haoyang, and drank the soup happily.

After cleaning up the pots and bowls, Xie Jiawen stopped in satisfaction: "I've been dead for so many years, and this is the first time I've eaten."

Jing Haoyang's eyes turned red when he heard it, and he secretly called 963 to note that he and Xie Jiawen would be together when they were babies in the future, and he wanted to protect Xie Jiawen's smooth sailing for the rest of his life and never suffer from this kind of suffering again.

After 963 finished listening, he closed his eyes, and the host computer was full of pictures of baby carriages with mosaics, and the alarm squeaked and buzzed, making it tremble with fear.

Based on its understanding of Jing Haoyang, it is not certain that Jing Haoyang will really do this.

No, this is disgusting.

"Sorry, I can't do this, you have to see what world Xie Jiawen chooses."

Jing Haoyang was a little depressed when he didn't get the answer he wanted, but he was soon distracted by other things.

For example, Xie Jiawen who ate a lot of nourishing food.

963 watched the mosaic for another whole day, and listened to Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf for another day, and his life reached the lowest point.

In the middle of the night, the two guys who were full of food and drink left the villa with a satisfied face.

Xie Jiawen concealed his figure, and no one could see it except Jing Haoyang.

On the other hand, Jing Haoyang put his upper body in his pocket, silently leaning towards Xie Jiawen's side, looking from a distance, it seemed that his shoulders were crooked.

But one person and one ghost don't know it, and the road is crushed happily.

Speeding all the way, Jing Haoyang was no longer visible to the naked eye, and the person walking with crooked shoulders did not appear on this empty road again.

The two quickly arrived at the home where Xie Jiawen once lived.

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No one was home, but the lights were on.

This is a well-to-do family. There are two bedrooms and one living room in the city center. Although the decoration of the home is very poor, it can be seen from some scattered small objects that the living standard of the home is quite good.

For example, a new fruit machine just released, the market price is less than [-] yuan, two of them are randomly thrown in the house, and the latest high-tech tablets and notebooks are all placed casually.

Xie Jiawen's eyes swept over those things one by one. Before his accident, the family absolutely couldn't afford these things.

His father is just an ordinary office worker. He has lived his whole life from nine to six in the morning. A set of houses in the city center.

And his mother is just a simple housewife, loves to play mahjong with the old lady downstairs, and wins a dozen or so old lady's own money every day as living expenses.

His younger brother has no income, barely passed the third grade, the tuition fees are frighteningly high, and he spends money lavishly and uncontrollably.