Gold Medal

Tongue numbness, limb weakness.Ye Chi, who had been kissed so badly, thought of a sentence in his heart angrily: Jiang Lang keeps his word, and a sow can climb a tree.

Not to mention, it really rhymes a little bit!

Ye Chi propped Jiang Lang's head away with his palm, his brows and eyes were slightly bent, and with a smile on his face, he raised his head and said, "Your leg is about to be broken, come down quickly."

When he just fell, Jiang Lang was below, and within a moment, he was upside down, and Ye Chi was crushed by Jiang Lang.

Jiang Lang lazily let go of Ye Chi's arm, and glanced at him.

Ye Chi sat up from the sofa, moving slowly.Jiang Lang was sitting on the side of the sofa, his head was facing Ye Chi, and he was really sorry for himself for not being a little rascal in this angle and this action.

So the lips covered the thin and slightly swollen two pieces again.This time, it left after touching it lightly, like a superficial touch.

Ye Chi seemed a little annoyed by the kiss, and rolled his eyes at Jiang Lang neatly.

"Go away, go away, I'm looking at the photos." Ye Chi pushed Jiang Lang away, guarding Jiang Lang like a thief, for fear that the album would be taken away by him again.

Standing aside, Jiang Lang raised his deep eyes slightly, the tails of his eyes turned up as if he was smiling, and his mouth was still sternly pursed, like a smile but not a smile.

He frowned, and said to Ye Chi who was flipping through the photos, "Sit here and don't move."

Ye Chi raised his head and looked at him questioningly.

Ye Chi also started to get nervous at this time, the two of them were kissing passionately just now, and they didn't even notice that there were other ghosts in this villa.Ordinary ghosts can't feel the ghosts on the other side of the wall, but the difference is different.

Yincha can feel ghosts in a small area.

Jiang Lang's icy eyes seemed to be able to freeze the surroundings. He pressed his palms tightly, and huge power began to spread around with his control.

All the walls and doors are solidified, he wants to see what kind of ghost is playing wild here!

If the induction is correct, it should be in the study.Jiang Lang raised his feet and walked in the direction of the study step by step.Most of the study room is full of rare antique calligraphy and paintings of the old man, as well as some precious books and mahjong.

"..."

Gambling is the most unpleasant thing for the old man in his life, but he loves to collect mahjong.

I still remember that when Jiang Lang was a child, the old man used a good pair of Hetian jade mahjong to play the game of building a house.

A small gamble is fun, and during the holidays, it is just a table with a nanny at home.The nanny shied away in every possible way, and for the sake of Mr. Bubai's interest, Jiang Lang would greet the nanny in advance every time, saying that if he loses, he will count on her if he wins.

After playing mahjong, the old man said to Jiang Lang, "Small bets will make you happy, but big bets will hurt your health. Let's just gamble at home."

Later, Jiang Lang found out that the old man had an older brother who had one of his hands chopped off by debt collectors because of gambling when he was young.At that time, the level of medical treatment was insufficient, and the living people bleed to death.

At this point, the old man is not interested in gambling.

Walking to the door of the study, just as Jiang Lang touched the doorknob, Ye Chi ran over and patted Jiang Lang's hand away: "I'll come."

Looking at Jiang Lang's back just now, he always felt uneasy, so he ran up.

"I'll open the door." Ye Chi said firmly again, but he didn't move the doorknob.

He was a little scared, he didn't know the combat power and model of the ghost inside.

While Ye Chi was still making mental preparations, a vaguely smirk climbed up the corner of Jiang Lang's mouth, since he was behind him, there was nothing to be afraid of.

Jiang Lang raised his hand and pushed Ye Chi's back with several strengths, and Ye Chi went straight through the door.

Passing through the door, Ye Chi turned his back and howled to Jiang Lang, "Can you push it with a squeak! My heart is very fragile!!"

Ye Chi was a little angry, and covered his heart with his hands.

"......"

Jiang Lang squinted his eyes and said nothing, his face calm.

Seeing that Jiang Lang was silent, Ye Chi slowly lowered his hands from his chest.It was true that he was taken aback just now, but there is no such thing as a heart, he just said that casually.

From Jiang Lang's perspective, the ghost should be behind him, Ye Chi winked at Jiang Lang, then hid behind him.

"It's exactly the same as Weiguo's. The eyes and nose are carved out the same. Your grandfather also had a mole next to his eye, which was removed later." The heroic voice was full of air, but his appearance seemed a little lonely.

His right long arm is completely missing, and his face is the same as that of a normal ghost, except that there are countless shoe prints and dried up knife edges on his face.

Most ghosts will remain dead after death, and he is no exception. He should have been killed by vendetta, Ye Chi judged in his heart.

Ye Chi looked at it for a while, and was surprised to find that the appearance of this ghost was somewhat similar to Jiang Lang, especially the eyebrows and eyes.Although the ghost's eye was covered with wrinkles and blood marks, it still somewhat matched Jiang Lang's youthful eyebrows.

"Perhaps, I should call you grandpa?" Jiang Lang's clear voice gradually resounded in the room, and he said every word, every word was sonorous and powerful.

The ghost rubbed the back of his head and smiled, "No, I'm your grandfather's brother. According to your seniority, you have to call me grandpa."

Jiang Lang pursed his pretty lips and said nothing. You must know that his own grandfather was always called by old men and old men, so it was really embarrassing for him to call him 'grandpa' all of a sudden.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Lang quickly changed the subject and looked away.

The middle-aged old ghost rolled his eyes around, and finally his eyes fell on Ye Chi, and then he looked at Jiang Lang again: "The underworld is so boring, I can play however I want here."

Of course what he meant was to go to the mahjong parlor to watch other people gamble, but he said it more implicitly, he couldn't say to his grandson: what fun is there in the underworld, and there is no mahjong!

"......"

Saying this will damage your image as an elder.

Seeing Ye Chi hiding behind Jiang Lang, Grandpa Jiang Lang coughed and said, "I'm scary?"

The voice was unusually serious, speaking slowly and slowly, as if hitting deep in Ye Chi's heart, Ye Chi raised his eyes and moved his mouth: "No, no..."

The slightly trembling shoulders had already betrayed him.

Looking at the appearance of Jiang Lang's grandfather, he must have suffered a lot of trauma before his death, and he looked a little bit perverted.

I don't have any memory of this grandfather, Jiang Lang. When he died, Jiang Lang was only three or four years old, and most of the children at that time didn't remember anything.

After chatting about family matters for a while, Grandpa Jiang Lang slapped his head fiercely and growled, "You are the only child of our old Jiang family, why did you die?"

"I never thought about it, it would be a ghost if we met!"

Jiang Lang pondered in his heart for a while, how to explain this matter, it is definitely not possible to tell the truth.

Just when Jiang Lang was about to speak, Ye Chi gently tugged Jiang Lang's sleeve with his right hand.

He doesn't want to die here yet.

If the truth is told, this old ghost is still fighting to the death, after all, he is the one who pulled out the only seedling of the Jiang family.

Ye Chi, who felt guilty, lowered his eyes, as if he was reflecting.

"I didn't pay attention to the car, was hit by a car, and died in a car accident." Jiang Lang described it in two simple words.

The old man sighed: "Fate, this is a damned fate!"

"God treats our Jiang family too ruthlessly!" The old man roared again.

"..."

God: I won't take this blame!

Ghosts are their own people, which is a bit difficult to deal with. Ghosts who stay in the human world for a long time will risk being wiped out. Most ghosts know this well.

Could it be that Grandpa has obsessions in his heart?Thinking of this, Jiang Lang smiled coldly in his heart. His obsession should be mahjong, and he has been playing mahjong for half his life.

"Grandpa, Ah Chi and I are underworld messengers. If you want to reincarnate, you can go back to the underworld with us." Jiang Lang's voice was mellow, and he felt inexplicably comfortable.

Jiang Lang's grandfather didn't speak, his eyes, which were exactly the same as Jiang Lang's, drooped slightly.In fact, when Jiang Lang and Ye Chi came in just now, he had already seen their identities, and the auras of ghosts and ordinary ghosts were different.

It's just that he didn't expect it to be Jiang Lang.

"It's okay if you don't choose reincarnation, you can settle in the underworld for a long time." Jiang Lang gave him another choice, that is, it is more difficult for old men and women in the underworld to apply for a temporary residence permit in the underworld.

Yan Wang gave an order, saying that he wanted to make the underworld more youthful.

"......"

Always feel like I'm dreaming.

The old man raised his head and grinned: "Can I bring a box of mahjong back?"

Jiang Lang nodded, and opened his lips: "Take two pairs."

Ye Chi: "..."

Don't make such a fuss that our underworld doesn't even have a pair of mahjong, okay?

The three of them waited until the sky darkened before returning to the underworld.Jiang Lang's grandfather was carrying four heavy wooden boxes, and Ye Chi was holding two thick photo albums.

Jiang Lang glanced at Ye Chi, rubbed his docile hair and said, "This is not a treasure, why are you taking it home?"

He didn't want Ye Chi to take these two photo albums home at all, because the dark history inside was enough for Ye Chi to laugh at him for several years!

Ye Chi hugged the album tightly, and winked at him: "Save it to improve your mood!"

Jiang Lang: "..."

Believe it or not, when you go back, you will be so tossed that you can't get out of bed!

The author has something to say:

Jiang Lang looked fierce, but he was actually very obedient!

Jiang Lang: ╭(╯^╰)╮What are you talking about?

The storyline of this book still has stalks, I want to sell it now, so there may be such stalks above and below in many places, I hope the little cutie will not dislike me~

I have to invite guests for these two days, after I have invited guests, I have to go back to school, and it will be a long journey to go back to school hahaha

I will try to update~

Finally, once again amli my friend's article, gentle wolf! ! !

Chapter 40 Dead ghost, hurry up and find out who our son lives with?I don't look like a good person from left to right.

After the three of them returned to the underworld together, Jiang Lang learned from the previous lesson and booked Jiang Weiqiang a high-end hotel outside early on. The booking time was not long, about half a month.

It was the money that was withdrawn from the bank before.

"I have to go to the magistrate to make records quickly, or else the errand will come and arrest me." Ye Chi reminded, but this time is still some time before the magistrate goes to work.

According to common sense, Jiang Weiqiang has been dead for so long, there should have been a messenger to drive him back to the underworld long ago, why hasn't the messenger brought him back to the underworld by now?

This is not normal, the judge would not send someone to catch an honest ghost with no bad record in his life, and Jiang Lang, a grandfather who had never met, was obviously not.

When he reached the judge's hall, Ye Chi turned around and stopped Jiang Lang: "I'll send grandpa in."

Jiang Lang hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "I'll wait for you outside."

Jiang Lang naturally understood what Ye Chi meant. Now that the judge is on duty, he doesn't play cards according to the routine.

For Ye Chi's safety, he had to listen to Ye Chi.

Jiang Weiqiang followed Ye Chi into the judge's hall in a daze. The judge's hall was as simple and elegant as before.Sitting in the center of the hall was the Procuratorate, who took a deep look at Ye Chi with his deep eyes.

Such eyes are too lethal.

"Who is in the hall?" The procuratorial division followed the routine and began to ask questions.

Perhaps it was because the prosecutor's aura was too strong, Jiang Weiqiang stumbled and couldn't speak, he raised his head anxiously and looked at Ye Chi.

"Pudong, Jiang Weiqiang." Ye Chi answered for him.

Hearing this name, Chase raised his head, with an unusually serious expression on his face.He flipped through the book of life and death on the table, his eyebrows became tighter and tighter as if he had noticed something.

He quickly checked the book of life and death, flipped through it for a while, and finally locked his eyes on the page with a big red circle.

Jiang Lang died on May 2017.5.1, [-]

Jiang Weiguo died on April 2002.4.2, [-]

"..."

He is back?

The Procuratorate's eyes cleared instantly, and he asked the servants in a deep voice, "Are you Jiang Lang's grandfather?"

Ye Chi suddenly raised his head and looked at Chase, his mouth was clenched and his fingers curled up tightly because of the force, he was so nervous.

"Yes..." Jiang Weiqiang nodded quickly, for fear of offending the judge on the stage.

"He's in the Underworld now." The Procuratorate said affirmatively, and glanced at Ye Chi, but just skipped it.

Ye Chi's throat slipped. Although the Chase Division only noticed a little bit at this time, the embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in an ant's nest, and he seemed to have seen the picture of himself pouring oil into the pan.

"..."

The oil is too hot, I dare not stretch my legs =. =

Ye Chi was very close to Jiang Weiqiang, and he weakly stretched out his claws to pinch his arm in the dark.Jiang Weiqiang turned his head, and Ye Chi winked at him to signal that what should not be said should not be said!

Jiang Weiqiang, who was kneeling on the ground, had more complicated psychological activities at this time. Jiang Lang is so awesome that even the Procuratorate is his friend?

He raised his head obediently, stared at Chase Division's darkened face and quickly lowered it.

"Jiang Lang is the only child of Lao Jiang's family, and I don't know who pulled out my only child of Lao Jiang's family! If I know, I will take off that person's legs." Jiang Weiqiang muttered.

A chilly wind suddenly climbed onto Ye Chi's legs.

"..."

The inspector stared at the ghost below, and he stood up: "Jiang Lang is not just the only seedling of Lao Jiang's family."

There is clearly something to this sentence.

What exactly does this sentence mean?Ye Chi's thoughts turned a thousand times.

"These things are useless to you." The inspector looked stern, and put the files into the folder without any haste and handed them over to his subordinates.

Leading Jiang Weiqiang out of the judge's hall, Ye Chi's hands trembled slightly. Could it be that he really wanted to separate from Jiang Lang?

But I feel very reluctant.

He was very satisfied with the place Jiang Lang arranged for Jiang Weiqiang, and he had to find someone to help him with the temporary residence permit later.

On the way home, neither of them spoke.Questions kept popping up in Ye Chi's mind, and he poked them one by one with a needle, but the questions kept coming.

"Did the prosecutor find out?" Jiang Lang's steady voice came over with a unique accent.

Ye Chi scratched his head and nodded.

He looked like he was about to cry.

"What do you want to do?" Jiang Lang asked him.

Ye Chi shook his head, unable to make up his mind.When the procuratorate said Jiang Lang's name just now, he wanted to take Jiang Lang to a place where no one knew them for a moment, but he was quickly denied by himself.

Is there any place that people in the underworld can't find?

"Perhaps it's not that serious. It's too late to catch the wrong ghost. I'm too insecure." Ye Chi said slowly.

Catching ghosts by ghosts is a matter of extreme caution, because the regulations of the underworld clearly indicate that ghosts who catch wrong ghosts and cause people to die in vain will be sent to hell as punishment.

What Ye Chi said was just to reassure Jiang Lang.

Standing beside Ye Chi, Jiang Lang stretched out his hand to grasp Ye Chi's small hands, pulled him into his arms, and whispered in his ear, "No one can bully you except me."

These domineering and arrogant words exploded in Ye Chi's ears, he moved his head in a daze, and leaned on Jiang Lang's shoulder, refusing to come out.

"Jiang Lang, I really didn't drag you into the underworld on purpose." This matter has always been a burden in his heart.If this person wasn't Jiang Lang, he would also have a burden in his heart. He had seen a lot of things where the underworld locked ordinary people back to the underworld for their own selfish desires.

Most of the errands went to hell because of this, and some errands did this kind of thing and still lived happily in the underworld.

Ye Chi clenched his palms into fists and placed them behind Jiang Lang, his body tensed.If this matter was discovered, what would they do with Jiang Lang?

"It's not your fault alone."

"Huh?" Ye Chi got out of Jiang Lang's arms, his rosy eyes gleamed with water, and he stared at Jiang Lang in a daze.

Jiang Lang raised his hand, rubbed the end of Ye Chi's eyes with his fingertips, touched a piece of wet water, and frowned.

"I fell from upstairs that day. If it wasn't for the right time, place and people, and everything happened together, how could I have fallen?" Jiang Lang tactfully excused Ye Chi from responsibility.

Of course, if you tell the judge this sentence, the effect is equivalent to farting.

It's no wonder the judge listens to you!

Most of the bad mood was washed away by Jiang Lang's coaxing and coaxing.The procuratorate concluded that Jiang Lang was in the underworld, but he had never met Jiang Lang's people. If he sent a messenger to look for him, he would deal with it at that time.

If it doesn't work, I'll find the Department of Rewards, which is in charge of the Procuratorate Department, and I don't believe it.

Ye Chi thought angrily.

After thinking about it again, it was clear that he was the real culprit who killed Jiang Lang, and Jiang Lang even helped him speak, so it could be seen that Jiang Lang really loved him.

"Let's go, let's go home." Ye Chi took Jiang Lang's arm and dragged Jiang Lang to a familiar direction.

It was quiet and silent in the depths of the roadside, and there was no movement at all. Most of the ghosts hadn't returned at this time.

Walking into the corridor of his own house, the door next door quietly opened.The woman in a plain cheongsam came out with a box of cookies and some pastries in her hands. Her makeup was also very light, and she had a nice fragrance on her body.

Jiang Lang raised his eyebrows and put away all the expressions on his face, staring at the woman sharply.

"Would you like to try the pastry I just made?" Despite her age, the woman's voice was still extremely moving.

Hearing this, Ye Chi turned his head and asked Jiang Lang with his eyes: Can I take it?

Jiang Lang shook his head, slightly.

"We're all neighbors. As soon as I saw you, I felt I had a good relationship with you. Look at how much your eyes resemble mine." The woman twirled a cookie between her fingers and sent it to Ye Chi.

Ye Chi shook his head, but subconsciously opened his mouth.

"..."

The woman said happily, "Is it delicious?"

Ye Chi nodded solemnly. The cookies still smelled like butter, and there was a thin layer of cranberry crumbs on top. They were sweet, soft and delicious.

The woman was so happy that she hurriedly closed the delicate box, handed it to Ye Chi and said, "Take it back and eat. I just made a lot."

Seeing the woman's joyful expression, Ye Chi couldn't bear to refuse and stretched out his hand, "Thank you."

In the next second, Jiang Lang turned around and opened the door, which closed with a loud bang.

"He has a bad temper, but he is very nice, and he also likes sweets. Thank you for your gift, I'll go back first!" Ye Chi tried his best to comfort the woman in front of him, for fear of getting angry because of Jiang Lang's impoliteness her.

The woman was not angry, she smiled and said: "Call me Aunt Lan from now on."

This kind of conversation and elegant demeanor have already received full marks from Ye Chi, and Ye Chi said sweetly, "Aunt Lan!"

"Okay, good boy."

Right after Ying Lan finished speaking, the door behind Ye Chi opened, and a pair of strong and powerful arms quickly pulled Ye Chi in.

"..."

Yinglan raised her eyebrows, took out her phone from her pocket and pressed it. After the call, she shouted: "Damn, hurry up and find out who our son lives with? I looked left and right and felt that the man was wrong." Like a nice guy."

The man on the other end of the phone glanced at his black fingernails. His whole body was filled with a dark aura, and he said lazily, "Wife? Have you seen our son?"

"..."

As soon as the ghost king's voice came out, the picture was a little bit broken.

"Can it be fake? Our son is so cute. I just gave him biscuits and asked him to call me aunt. He is very obedient!" Yinglan was so excited that she even uttered Northeast dialect.

The Ghost King frowned, feeling that this was not an easy matter.

The last time I played mahjong with Yan Wang, I also heard from Yan Wang that his son is withdrawn and does his own way.

Could it be that this old dog is fooling me?

"Daughter-in-law, I asked Hades to send you a photo of our son, so don't mistake me for the wrong person!" The ghost king initially suspected that his stupid daughter-in-law had mistaken her son.

Think about when I was in the first stage of chaos, when I was in the second grade, I felt that I could tear down the underworld, okay?

"How could my own cub admit his mistake!" Ying Lan hung up the phone angrily, this old man is not reliable at all.

After a while, Ding Dong!Photos are sent.Ying Lan opened the phone screen, lay down on the sofa, glanced at the photo, and her expression froze instantly.

Is it wrong?

Who dropped my son?

Fuck, you're a liar, right?

"..."

The phone slid down Yinglan's weak right hand, and Jiang Lang's face suddenly appeared on the screen, but it was a little childish.

Yinglan: It makes me a bit embarrassed as a mother.

After thinking about it for a while, a line of words popped up in Yinglan's mind: Can I change my son?

"......"

How should we deal with this?

The author has something to say:

I crawled out and updated OUO

Jiang Lang's mother is very cute and wants to kiss her! !

Ghost King: Cough!