ghost

Fang Xia froze slightly, loosened the hand that was pinching the soft waist of the opponent, and let the big hand that was clasping his wrist be pulled away.

What the hell did he just do?It wasn't enough to hug Fu Jin twice and pinch his waist?Although the other party is of the same sex, it seems a bit too much to do it myself.

"Well, sorry, I just want to confirm." Fang Xia whispered with some embarrassment.

Although he usually opened the door for Fu Jin, he knew that it was superfluous, as long as Fu Jin wanted to, he could pass through the wall at any time.Fu Jin is an untouchable existence, and Fang Xia knows it all too well - it should be like this.

However, he was confused by this clear cognition just now.So, in a daze, I touched it twice with my hands to confirm that Fu Jin really appeared in front of him in a physical form.Then, new doubts appeared-why do ghosts have entities?Did it come out of cultivation?

However, the current situation does not allow Fang Xia to explore how Fu Jin's entity came about.He is now leaning on Fu Jin's chest, hugged by his waist with one hand, his toes can touch the gravel on the steep slope.But Fu Jin, who was facing him, was leaning his back on a crooked tree trunk, which made the two of them stay on the steep slope.

After his eyes adapted to the darkness, Fang Xia's heart tightened when he saw the situation in front of them clearly by relying on the blurred outline.Before he stepped on the air and slid down, the light of the flashlight shone across the steep slope, and the crooked-neck trees growing on it, the trunks were all entangled in thorns!Fu Jin just leaned his back on the tree trunk full of thorns? !

When falling from above, he should have been below, but it was Fu Jin who grabbed his arm, abruptly reversed and exchanged the positions of the two in the middle, and became his pad underneath!Fu Jin was wearing a thin shirt, and the thorns of the thorns could pierce through the clothes effortlessly and penetrate into the flesh. Just imagining it hurts terribly.

Fang Xia suddenly didn't dare to lean on Fu Jin's body anymore. He put his feet on his feet and tried to slowly move his body's center of gravity towards the steep slope.As long as he pawed on the steep slope, Fu Jin could leave the crooked neck entangled in thorns.

It's just that when Fang Xia moved, Fu Jin's arm around his lower back tightened.

"Fu Jin, let go of your hand first, I'll go to the steep slope." Fu Jin's entire back was leaning against the tree trunk wrapped in thorns, and Fang Xia didn't dare to move as soon as he clenched his arms, for fear of getting hurt. With the wound on his back, he could only say in a hurry, "The tree behind you is full of thorns, you can't continue to lean on it. We have to go down quickly and treat the wound on your back. I will go from the steep slope in a while. Slide down slowly, you follow my route down."

"I'm not injured." Fu Jin's eyes paused slightly on Fang Xia's anxious and worried face, then turned away calmly, and looked down sideways.

"How could you not be injured? The clothes you're wearing can't stop the thorns from the thorns!" And when it fell, Fu Jin obviously hit those thorns with his back!

"You can't see the obstacles clearly, and you will be hurt if you slide down the steep slope." Fu Jin had already found a suitable foothold on the slope while Fang Xia was talking, hugged Fang Xia tightly, and turned sideways, "Hold on tight."

"Hey!"

Before he finished shouting, Fu Jin left the crooked neck tree and jumped down. Fang Xia hugged Fu Jin's neck reflexively.

I don't know how Fu Jin did it, but Fang Xia only felt a slight pause in the middle, and Fu Jin led him to jump down the steep slope.When he stepped on the flat ground, he hadn't reacted yet.

After Fu Jin made Fang Xia stand still, he paused almost imperceptibly, then withdrew his hand and asked Fang Xia to leave his arms.Without Fang Xia in his arms, the warmth remaining on his chest quickly dissipated in the night wind and gradually became cooler.Fu Jin raised her hand and stroked the skirt with her fingertips, suddenly feeling a little cold.

He can feel the temperature, but he never has any thoughts about the temperature he feels, neither cold nor hot.Cold and heat are the signals of living people that the environment is harmful to their bodily functions, thus generating corresponding needs.But he is just a ghost, and the temperature is high or low for him, it is impossible to harm his body, so he will not have clear thoughts of cold and heat, and then produce needs.

However, after letting go of Fang Xia, the feeling of loss gave him a rare cold feeling.

While Fu Jin was standing in a daze, Fang Xia had already run out and picked up the flashlight that had fallen nearby.

The flashlight of the rich second generation's family was very dropped. After Fang Xia threw it out of his hand, he bumped a lot of stones on the way down, but the flashlight was still in good condition except for some wear and tear.

However, Fang Xia was not in the mood to praise the tenacious flashlight at this time. After picking up the flashlight, he hurried back to Fu Jin's side, walked around behind Fu Jin, and reached out to lift the hem of the other's clothes, wanting to see his backside. injury.However, as soon as he grabbed the hem of the clothes and had time to lift it up, Fu Jin pressed the hem of the clothes and turned around.

"Let me see the injury on your back!" Fang Xia held on to the hem of his clothes, and followed Fu Jin's movement of turning around, taking advantage of the trend.

"I'm not injured." Fu Jin raised his other hand and pressed Fang Xia's shoulder, a little dumbfounded, "My body is made of yin qi, not flesh and blood. Clothes are also made of yin qi." , the sharp thorns of thorns cannot pierce at all."

Fang Xia raised the flashlight and shone on Fu Jin's back.Sure enough, not to mention the marks of punctures and scratches on the white shirt, there was not even an iota of dust on it.

Fang Xia breathed a sigh of relief, let go of Fu Jin's clothes, and was about to ask what happened to Fu Jin's body, when suddenly a shrill scream appeared in his mind.

——This is the cry of the ghost!

Fang Xia suddenly turned her head and looked towards the depths of the dense forest on the opposite side of the steep slope.Afterwards, she set off almost at the same time as Fu Jin, and ran towards that place.

In the woods, the ground is uneven, and the thick fallen leaves cover up the ground. In addition to the obstacles of the trees themselves, even if you run, you can't go too fast.After running for almost three or four minutes, the light of the flashlight in Fang Xia's hand finally illuminated the vision.

It was a slender ghost, and his figure was much more solid than the ordinary ghosts he had seen before.He hid in the gray mist, and stepped on a ghost with a very faint figure under his feet, and the soul let out a mournful cry.He also held one in his hand—no, it should be said to be half a ghost, and he had already eaten the part above the waist.

That's right, this ghost hiding in the gray mist is gnawing at the ghost in his hand.

It wasn't the sight of blood and flesh flying everywhere, but Fang Xia was horrified when he saw it, and his body felt chills.This sense of fear did not come from the cruelty of cannibalism, but from the malice emanating from the slender ghost.

The slender ghost immediately noticed the arrival of the uninvited guest, he stopped gnawing and looked up.Sen Leng's eyes passed through the forest and shot straight at Fang Xia.

Before Fang Xia could react, Fu Jin had already passed him and walked towards the slender ghost.

The slender ghost turned its attention to Fu Jin, threw the half-eaten ghost aside, and took a step back fearfully.He wanted to run away, but there seemed to be something he couldn't let go of.His eyes glanced sideways involuntarily, vacillating between fleeing and staying.

Fu Jin didn't give the slender ghost any time to think, and suddenly moved in front of the ghost like a ghost.The ghost screamed in horror, but the sound didn't last for two seconds, and stopped abruptly after Fu Jin stretched out his hand to grab the ghost's neck.Afterwards, Fu Jin tightened his grip, and the ghost's figure instantly dissipated, mixed with the gray mist, and disappeared without a trace when blown by the cold wind in the forest.

"Fu, Fu Jin?" It was the first time Fang Xia saw Fu Jin make a ghost fly away with his hands, and he couldn't recover for a while.

"This is an evil spirit. It is different from the evil spirit that can only be instigated by people's ears. He is a soul eater. He summoned the ghosts around here, and by devouring them, he strengthened himself. Can't keep it, keep it for later It will be a big disaster. Moreover, you were seen by him—this kind of evil spirits will not easily let the living people who saw them go away."

Fang Xia suddenly realized, no wonder the slender ghost's gaze just now made him feel that there was something else besides malice.Now that I heard what Fu Jin said, I realized that it was memorizing his appearance.

Fu Jin turned her head and looked at Fang Xia, "Seeing me make him disappear, are you scared?"

"No." Fang Xia shook her head, and walked towards Fu Jin, "It's the first time I saw you attack other ghosts, and I was a little taken aback."

Fu Jin lowered her eyes, "If they don't come to recruit me, naturally I won't provoke them for no reason."

He didn't recruit you, he just planned to provoke me in the future, Fang Xia thought to himself.

However, there is no difference between provoking him and provoking Fu Jin. Who made him and Fu Jin belong together?

Walking to Fu Jin's side, he motioned to look aside.

That direction was the side where the slender ghost had been squinting sideways before. As soon as Fang Xia shone the flashlight, he saw a man in a familiar navy blue Tang suit lying there, with one leg bent outward strangely, motionless, life and death unknown.

This person was Master Wu whom Fang Xia had met once.

Fang Xia ran over quickly, squatted beside him, stretched out his hand to breathe.His breathing was a bit weak, but he was still alive.

The signal of the mobile phone in the mountains was not good, Fang Xia took it out to have a look and then put it back, replaced the communicator that Wei Shuhua forcefully gave him, and contacted someone.

"My current location is probably to the southwest of Senior Yang's grandfather's villa. Go east from where we separated, and then..."

"You don't need to tell me how you got there. There is a location on the communicator, and I can find it soon. Just wait! We'll be there soon!" After finishing speaking, Zhou Jing hung up the communication.

Fang Xia: "..." Didn't you say it sooner if you have a position?

Master Wu's crooked leg must have been broken. Fang Xia didn't dare to move him. After taking off his coat and covering him, he looked up and found that Fu Jin was holding a framed painting.

"This painting is..." Fang Xia leaned over and took a flashlight to take a picture of the painting, "The oil painting that Master Wu snatched from Mr. Yang's collection room?"

The author has something to say:

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Author: Some people feel that it is not enough to wipe the oil, and they even try to steal people's clothes, tsk tsk!

Fang Xia: I am not I did not slander you.

Author (flattering face): Boss Fu, don’t you think so?

Fu Jin: The clothes were not taken off.

Author: Is the tone here a regret or a statement?

Fu Jin: Think for yourself.