ghost

"Fu Jin, let's do what lovers should do when they have a room."

Fang Xia felt that it was probably because what he said when he met the woman in front of the elevator affected him, and he spoke out the thoughts that were stirring in his heart on impulse.The moment I said it, I regretted it a bit, but after I said it, I started to look forward to it.

Fang Xia felt the heart in his chest beating wildly, one after another, nervousness and excitement stirred in the flowing blood.

Fu Jin raised her eyes and saw Fang Xia's eyes were shining brightly, staring straight at her, her eyes were scorching hot.

"What are you doing?" Fu Jin put both hands on Fang Xia's waist, supporting Fang Xia who was propped on top of her.

The skin on the palm of the hand is warm and soft, but with a little force, you can feel the faintly tense muscles under the skin.It is not an exaggerated blunt bulge, but a thin layer with smooth lines, full of strength and softness, and feels very comfortable.Fu Jin couldn't help moving her thumb, stroked the smooth skin, and pressed it lightly, feeling the soft muscles underneath.

Suddenly being touched by Fu Jin like this, Fang Xia only felt the electric current go straight from the tailbone to his brain, his waist trembled, his body almost went limp, and he fell directly on Fu Jin's body.

"Wait a minute, you, don't touch it." Fang Xia's face burned uncontrollably, and soon became flushed, but he still tried to calm down, and then answered Fu Jin's previous question, "Let's do it." Comfortable thing."

"Huh? What's so comfortable?" Fu Jin asked, his gaze wandering down Fang Xia's cheeks.

On the red neck, the Adam's apple is sliding, the collarbone is deeply sunken, and there is a shadow, and then it goes down...

Fang Xia leaned over, leaned close to Fu Jin's ear, and said in a hoarse voice, "I want to sleep with you."

The darkness at the bottom of Fu Jin's eyes surged up, burning them into a deep ink color.He raised his arms to hug Fang Xia, and locked him in his arms. His chest and abdomen were pressed together, his lips brushed against his neck, and he asked with a slight smile and suspicion, "You will?"

"I've checked the information!" Fang Xia refuted Fu Jin's doubts, then grabbed his hair and muttered, "Are you letting me sleep or not?"

"At your disposal." Fu Jin whispered in Fang Xia's ear.

This time, Fang Xia really heard Fu Jin's chuckle.Accompanied by the trembling of his chest, low laughter rang in his ears and hit his eardrums, making one's heart intoxicated, his thoughts surging, and his blood surging.

It's almost fatal--

Fang Xia buried her face in Fu Jin's shoulder, her breath was filled with the cold fragrance that belonged to Fu Jin, and she felt that she was in a fog.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Seeing that Fang Xia hadn't moved for a long time, Fu Jin couldn't help but ask sideways.

Fang Xia took a deep breath, put his hands on Fu Jin's shoulders, and was about to sit up, but found that Fu Jin was hugging him tightly, with his palms on his back, and he couldn't sit up at all.

"Fu Jin, let go first." Fang Xia, who flopped and didn't sit up, took a breath, patted Fu Jin's shoulder, and asked aggrievedly.

Fu Jin obeyed and let go.

Fang Xia sat up successfully.

Fang Xia kneeled beside Fu Jin with her legs apart, and half sat on his waist.

Fu Jin lay there with lowered eyes and a docile face, exactly as he said - at your disposal.

Fang Xia swallowed, calmed down, moved her cold fingertips, and then reached out to unbutton Fu Jin's shirt.

one...two...

Just as Fang Xia's fingers pinched the third button of the shirt, the mobile phone placed on the TV cabinet suddenly rang.Fang Xia was so frightened that his hands trembled, his eyes widened and he turned to look at the source of the sound.

The screen of the mobile phone lights up, and the ringtone of the mobile phone echoes cheerfully in the room.

It rang for a while before the bell stopped.

Fang Xia breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and wanted to continue unbuttoning Fu Jin, but didn't want the phone to ring again.

Fang Xia: "..."

Fu Jin reached out, grabbed Fang Xia and grabbed his right hand, which was not loosely buttoned, "Go and answer the phone."

Fang Xia reluctantly let go, climbed off Fu Jin, and went to answer the phone.

"Hello?" Fang Xia greeted the other end of the phone angrily.

"Hello, what are you doing? It's called Second Uncle." It was Geng Shudan who called. He replied to Fang Xia, and then asked, "What are you doing? It took you so long to answer the phone?"

"I'm doing important things in life." Fang Xia turned and looked at Fu Jin.

Fu Jin had already sat up from the bed, and the three buttons he had unbuttoned had been fastened again, and Fang Xia had a depressed expression on his face—the big things in life were over.

"Huh? What's the big deal in your life?" Geng Shudan asked.

"Why can't I have major events in life?" Fang Xia asked back.

Fu Jin found a checked short-sleeved shirt from among the clothes spread out on the bed, and came over to put it on for Fang Xia.

Fang Xia looked at him sadly while cooperating with his actions.

"Okay, you can have important events in your life, and you can also have important events in the country." Geng Shudan said, "But before you re-engage in important events, can I ask why you haven't come back yet? I heard from Cheng Dong that his side I have received a reply from the client, and you have completed the commissioned task."

"Not going back for now." Fang Xia sat on the TV cabinet, holding Fu Jin's hand and playing with it.

"Where are you now?" Geng Shudan asked.

"F City." Fang Xia replied.

"To investigate your master?"

"Ah."

On the other end of the phone, Geng Shudan was silent for a while, and then let out a long breath, "I knew I would let you out, and you wouldn't come back."

Fang Xia didn't reply.

"Have you found anything about your master?" Geng Shudan paused and changed the subject.

"I found out that it may have something to do with the ghost sect."

"Don't be brave by yourself. If you need help, just say that I am not as talented as you in mystic arts, but at least I know more about mystical arts circles than you." After Geng Shudan finished speaking, he told Fang Xia a few more words.

"Are you in menopause? Why are you so nagging?" Fang Xia complained to Geng Shudan, but his expression softened.

Geng Shudan's nagging is nagging, but his intentions are genuine, while Fang Xia's back-talking with him is mostly in a sense of intimacy.

However, Geng Shudan didn't care whether Fang Xia was close to him or not, and immediately hung up the phone when he heard the word "menopause".Geng Shudan, who is about to truly enter his forties, can be said to be quite concerned about and resist teasing about his age, and dodges whenever it is mentioned.

"It seems that he won't be 40 years old if he doesn't say it." Fang Xia looked at the phone screen and couldn't help complaining.

"Don't make trouble with him all the time." Fu Jin raised his other hand, and helped Fang Xia stroke back his wet half-length hair.

Fang Xia threw the phone back on the TV cabinet, wrapped one hand around Fu Jin's neck, leaned forward and kissed her, "Then can I make trouble with you?"

Fu Jin paused for a while as he helped Fang Xia tidy her hair, then lowered her head and kissed Fang Xia's lips back, "Next time, it's time to eat."

Fang Xia flung herself into Fu Jin's arms dejectedly, with her head pressed against the other's chest, looking disappointed.

Fu Jin helped Fang Xia tidy up the folds of his clothes, and fumbled to button his shirt.

It's not that he doesn't want to do that kind of thing with Fang Xia, he wants to possess Fang Xia, from heart to body, and let him belong to him completely.Today could have come naturally, but unfortunately Fang Xia's emotions were interrupted, and she was not yet fully prepared.If he lay down and did nothing, Fang Xia would be so nervous and flustered.

Wait a second, I won't let you off like this next time.

Fu Jin helped Fang Xia button the last shirt button, picked him up from the TV cabinet, and put him on the bed.

"Which pair of pants to wear?" Fu Jin looked at the clothes on the bed and picked out the pants.

"I'll wear it myself!" Fang Xia blushed, jumped up from the bed, took a pair of pants and put them on herself.

Putting on his trousers, Fang Xia quickly tidied up the clothes on the bed, dried his wet hair, and tied it up smoothly - he hadn't cut his hair for two months, and the small braid that was only one finger long can now be tied up Into a bunch of short ponytail.

Find time to get a short haircut.

Fang Xia tossed her braids, went to the cloth bag that contained the magic weapon, fumbled for a few copper coins and paper talismans and stuffed them into the pocket, then called Fu Jin down to have dinner together.

Fu Jin turned into a soul body and walked out of the room with Fang Xia.

The corridors of the hotel are carpeted, and walking on them is silent.Fang Xia walked on the carpet, looking around all the way, and after entering the elevator room, he looked up at the top of the elevator.

[Looking for what? ] Fu Jin asked.

"Looking for wandering souls." There was no one in the elevator, Fang Xia replied, "I feel that after entering this hotel, I hardly saw any wandering souls."

There are not so many ghosts and ghosts, but it is not so difficult to find people with yin and yang eyes if you really want to find them.

But since entering the hotel, Fang Xia has never seen a wandering soul.Wandering souls and lonely ghosts are afraid of Fu Jin, but they just don't come to pester him, and they don't avoid him far away.However, it is now the hour of the nightfall, when the wandering spirits hiding in the daytime start to come out to move around, but in the corners of the corridor, on the top of the elevator, Fang Xia still can't find a single wandering spirit.

[Maybe this hotel has just done exorcism? ] Fu Jin said.

"Maybe." Fang Xia nodded.

Exorcism rituals make sense. Ordinary exorcism is just driving out those wandering ghosts with one brain!It's just that it's too clean, you can't see one in the whole hotel, even if you want to find one temporarily to inquire about the situation, you can't find it.It seems that after dinner later, I have to go outside to catch one.

Just as Fang Xia was thinking, the elevator reached the dining floor on the third floor.

The elevator door opened, and outside stood three middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes, arguing quietly about something.Seeing the elevator door open, he stopped talking immediately.

Fang Xia looked at them, his eyes paused slightly, he was not looking at any of these three people, but the man standing behind them, wearing a Chinese tunic suit from the Republic of China.

The man was in his thirties, with a cold expression on his face, quiet eyes, and a slightly transparent figure—this was obviously not a living person, and he was not an ordinary wandering soul, and should belong to the kind of ghost that is not easy to mess with.

Fang Xia has seen a lot of wandering ghosts, their figures are basically very transparent, like soap bubbles, occasionally there are obvious figures, but except for Fu Jin, he has never seen a figure as clear as this man ghost.

Fang Xia glanced at the ghost in the Chinese tunic suit, followed Fu Jin out of the elevator, and walked towards the dining area without looking back.The ghost was met as he wished, but obviously this person can't be arrested at will for questioning.

After Fu Jin followed Fang Xia and passed by the ghost, he looked back, and the ghost in the Chinese tunic suit was also looking back at them, or it should be said that he was looking at Fang Xia's back.Fu Jin's eyes turned cold, and the other party turned his head nonchalantly, and followed the three men to the elevator.

The elevator door closed and the elevator went down. The three middle-aged men were still arguing, but amidst their arguing, there was a sudden bell sound.The three fell silent for a moment, and the man in the middle took out a copper bell the size of a thumb from his pocket stiffly.The copper bell lay in his palm, and it rang again.

"Is this the selection of the young man just now?" The middle-aged man holding the copper bell asked in a low voice.

"It should be right." Another middle-aged man nodded slowly.

"Then go back and find the master to combine the horoscope?"

As soon as the words were finished, the bell suddenly rolled down from the palm of the man holding the bell and fell on the elevator floor.

The three fell silent again.

After a long time, the man who held the bell before bent down to pick up the bell, and said in a deep voice, "There's no need to close it, just send the horoscope to the grandpa."

The author has something to say:

The previous city was wrongly written, it was not city A, but city F, and I made a mistake when I read the outline.It's not city A where Geng's old house is located, but another city. It's good to know about it, and it won't affect the plot.