Inhumans always want to be my little brother

When Lin Shiran was disguised as a delivery boy, the scene on the second floor was a little different from what everyone imagined.

The reason why Wen Yu went up to the second floor, besides the attention of the Bo camera, he also had his own considerations.

From the reaction of the female guests, it seemed that there was something unclean on the first floor.Wen Yu said that he didn't believe in these supernatural things, but when he thought about it carefully, his heart was really a little fuzzy.

Just thinking about it, Wen Yu suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

He grasped the handrail of the stairs, and the words his uncle told him suddenly appeared in his mind, "Don't look back when you walk at night, or you will..."

"There is nothing to see on the second floor." The voice of the visitor was pleasant, with an unquestionable tone, which made Wen Yu subconsciously want to obey his orders.

Wen Yu turned his head slowly, seeing a handsome face.

Even though Guan Hong was standing below and he was looking down at them, the powerful aura on Guan Hong's body was enough to make him feel no sense of superiority, and instead wanted to bow down.

Wen Yu has played many supporting roles, big and small. Among them, when he was acting with an old senior, he played the champion of the new department, and the old senior played the emperor. He was so overwhelmed by the old senior's aura that he dared not look up, and even forgot his lines up.

He is just an amateur, and he may be a bad guy who is bluffing and deceitful!Wen Yu leaned against the wall, trying to draw some strength to straighten his spine.

"I just want to see if there are any weapons that can defend myself." Wen Yu insisted.

Guan Hong didn't want to talk to him too much.

"You go down first."

There are grieving ghosts on the second floor, which is very dangerous. He is an ordinary person who would die if he went up, but Guan Hong couldn't explain it to him.

From the moment Wen Yu entered the door, he took the initiative to take the blame for the ghost, saying that he was the one who turned on the light in the villa, and Guan Hong guessed the man's mind.

Thinking of this, Guan Hong raised his eyebrows slightly.

Why can he guess the thoughts of ordinary people, but can't predict Lin Shiran's behavior?

Wen Yu pursed her lips, looking unhappy.

He turned around and was about to go downstairs, but when he saw Guan Hong standing still, he felt a little strange.

Halfway there, Wen Yu raised his head to look up, and saw that Guan Hong was walking towards the second floor.

Well, it turned out that he didn't let me go up because he wanted to enjoy the camera all by himself!

Wen Yu spoke the lines he had thought into the microphone on his body: "Guan Tianshi goes up alone, I don't know if he can handle it..."

After all, he followed up lightly.

When Wen Yu followed, Guan Hong was already standing in the corridor on the second floor, and at a glance, he could see the open windows just like that night, and the white curtains were blown.

This time Guan Hong was very well prepared. He was wearing a robe with two large inner pockets.

He directly took out a short stick from his pocket, and flicked it down again, the short stick turned into a long sword again.

The lights above the head seemed to flinch when the long sword appeared.

The corridor on the second floor was very quiet, except for his breathing, there was no other sound.

As Guan Hong approached the room where the grieving ghost appeared before, he took out a yellow talisman from another pocket, sandwiched it between his index finger and middle finger, and was about to throw out the talisman paper when he suddenly heard A voice from the stairs.

Wen Yu stood at the end of the corridor with his head down, unable to see clearly, his limbs were not like normal people's, but stiff as puppets.

Guan Hong's gaze moved down and landed on his tiptoe.

Wen Yu raised his head slowly, with a weird smile on his face, he tilted his head, and stared at the talisman in Guan Hong's hand.

"Tianshi, we meet again..." The voice was neither male nor female, and the pitch was raised, as if something had stimulated the throat.

Guan Hong put away the long sword and put it back into its original pocket.

Just right, there is no need for a long sword.

At this time, the ghosts downstairs were scrambling to open the door for Lin Shiran.

Lin Shiran, who was standing at the door, waited for a long time before anyone came to open the door for him.

"Hello?" Lin Shiran rang the doorbell again.

He was rushing to save people!

The door was opened from the inside, and the warm light from the entrance shone out.

Lin Shiran saw the overcrowded entrance, and was silent for two seconds, pretending not to see these ghosts, and walked in with the takeaway.

Walking into the living room, he felt the female guest's hot eyes mixed with admiration.

"Excuse me, is this No. 21, Qixiang, Qiulin District?" Lin Shiran read his lines and glanced at the stairs on the second floor, hoping that the female guest could get his signal.

At this moment, the female guest saw a shadow behind Lin Shiran and was shocked.

"You, how did you die?" The female guest pointed at this familiar shadow.

Li Baoling floated out from behind Lin Shiran, with her hands on her hips, "I'm not dead! I'm just a soul! Come on, find an excuse to let us go up to the second floor."

The female guest nodded blankly. The amount of information was a bit too much for her to react.

The two male guests who can't see hell are anxious, what's the matter?who died

"It should be the takeaway ordered by Mr. Guan. You can go up and ask." The female guest coughed twice, pretending to be unwell, and sat down on the sofa.

Lin Shiran nodded, and walked up with the takeaway, his pace became faster and faster, and he almost ran in the end.

Li Baoling followed closely behind him and floated up.

From the moment Lin Shiran rang the doorbell in the live broadcast room, it was like fireworks exploding.

[Is this a link set by the program group?Ordering takeaway in a haunted house is quite creative. 】

[I was startled when the doorbell rang. 】

[Aww!This new little brother is a bit handsome, the kind of handsomeness that can't be concealed even in the deliveryman's clothes~]

These are bullet screens sent by ordinary audiences, but audiences in the ghost world are different.

[It appeared, it appeared! 】

【Ahhh, I'm going to die again! 】

[I want to record this passage and put it on the light screen of the moon-watching platform for a 100-year cycle! 】

When Lin Shiran arrived at the corridor on the second floor, he originally imagined that Guan Hong and the grieving ghost should fight hard, who knows...

Guan Hong held the little star by his collar and threw him against the wall, only turning around when he heard the sound.

Seeing Lin Shiran, he was a little surprised, as if asking why he appeared here?

Lin Shiran used the light to see the little celebrity who was so delicate to the point of hair in the surveillance before, but now his nose is bruised and his face is swollen.

Guan Hong seemed to realize something, and let go of his grip on the opponent's collar.

Wen Yu slid down against the wall, his whole body was like cartilage.

"He has a ghost." Guan Hong explained, showing that he is not the kind of person who would use violence casually.

Lin Shiran nodded blankly.

Li Baoling floated out, floating in the air, looked at Wen Yu on the ground, and clicked twice.

"It's so ruthless." Li Baoling glanced at Guan Hong, "You have dispelled all the grievances of the ghost."

Guan Hong tore off a talisman from Wen Yu's body, and a black shadow floated out.

The resentment of the ghost had almost dissipated, her ghost aura was weak, she couldn't find the direction, and she floated towards Lin Shiran.

Lin Shiran thought that she was going to harm others, so he subconsciously caught the ghost's aura and swung her to the ground.

The resentful ghost made a "chirp", and the whole ghost was stuck to the ground.

She raised her head hard, two lines of blood and tears flowed from her eyes, and tremblingly stretched out her hand towards them.

"I won't hurt anyone anymore! Hey! Please let me go!"

It's hard for ghosts to live. Isn't it okay if she stops being a ghost? !

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