Being a ghost and having multiple personalities

Zhang Lingyue couldn't hear Zhang Geng's voice anymore, so he stood up and looked around, "Brother?"

He didn't know where Zhang Geng went, but when he saw Ye Jun still standing there, he walked over.

Seeing him coming, Ye Jun smiled and said, "Go back?"

Zhang Lingyue shook his head, "What if my brother can't find me when he comes back?"

Ye Jun nodded, and the two sat on the ground. Ye Jun faced Zhang Lingyue, but Zhang Lingyue lowered his head and did not look at him.

Maybe it was too boring again, Zhang Lingyue asked, "You said you also have an older brother?"

"Ah."

Zhang Lingyue nodded, "Then where is your brother now?"

After Zhang Lingyue said this, he regretted it. Ye Jun seemed to have said that his brother was in the red box, that is to say, he might have died!

"Aren't you... ah—" Zhang Lingyue was about to apologize, but was taken aback by what was in front of him, "This is..."

This is a human leg bone, and the other end is being held in Ye Jun's hand, "Here!"

"This is……"

"It's my brother! I made him into a magic weapon."

Ye Jun stared at Zhang Lingyue closely, Zhang Lingyue felt a chill all over his body, he stood up and took a few steps back, Ye Jun also stood up, his face was stern, he seemed very dissatisfied with Zhang Lingyue's reaction.

"You asked me where he was!"

"I just……"

"How can you hate him, Ye Xin is such a nice person!" Ye Jun put the leg bone across Zhang Lingyue's collarbone, Zhang Lingyue stepped back, and was pressed against a tree by Ye Jun.

"It hurts... it hurts..."

Zhang Lingyue finally understands, so he can't go against Ye Jun, just follow his will.

"I don't hate him, I don't hate..."

Ye Jun stared at him closely, paused for a moment, then walked forward slowly.

Zhang Lingyue had no way out, his fingers were nervously digging at the bark, and Ye Jun stopped just a fist away from his face.

He looked directly at Zhang Lingyue, but reached into Zhang Lingyue's shirt and stroked his sore collarbone.

"You, take your hands out!"

As soon as the words were finished, a cold light passed between their two faces, Ye Jun took his hands out of Zhang Lingyue's clothes and stepped back, Zhang Lingyue quickly tidied up the clothes.

Because Zhang Lingyue knew that the cold light came from Ji Ziyu's sword.

Sure enough, a sharp voice came from not far away, "What are you doing!"

It was Zhang Geng's voice.

Ye Jun smiled and said, "Hmph, I'm in trouble!"

Zhang Geng ran over and took off Zhang Lingyue's clothes. When he saw the place that had turned black and purple, his face turned black, "What the hell are you doing!"

Ye Jundao, "We are already married, what are you talking about?"

"You—" Zhang Geng's face paled angrily, Zhang Lingyue was afraid that he would be impulsive, so he clutched his clothes tightly.

"Brother, no."

Zhang Geng took a deep breath and whispered to Zhang Lingyue, "Anyone can do it, but he can't!"

Ye Jun's eyes were dizzy for a while, something strange got into his mind, and a familiar voice came, "Anyone can, but he can't."

This tone is not like Zhang Geng's strong temper, but more of a gentle reprimand.

"Brother?" Ye Jun remembered that he had indeed heard this sentence before.

"Aren't you afraid of cutting your brother's face with that sword light just now?"

"No shame, no shame!" Zhang Geng scolded.

Ji Ziyu came over, "Brother Zhang, forget it, they are doing well, stop the wound first!"

Only then did Zhang Lingyue see that there was a streak of blood flowing from the sleeve of Zhang Geng's left hand, dripping from the little finger.

"Brother..." Zhang Lingyue said with a trembling voice.

"I'm fine..." Zhang Geng stared at Ye Jun, "In the future, can you stop looking for my brother!"

Ye Jun frowned, "Does your Zhang family want to go back on their word?"

"You also know now that he doesn't have immortal roots at all, so it's useless to you!"

Ye Jun burst out laughing, "It seems that you don't know your brother well, I gave him something so that I can't find him in order to let him go, but he didn't bring it with him, you said, Is he seducing me?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Zhang Lingyue shouted behind Zhang Geng, "You're playing a rascal!"

"But you really didn't bring it with you, didn't you just want me to find you!"

"That's because it was snatched away by Zhong Guchen!"

Ye Jun stared at him, "How dare you give to others what I gave you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Jun turned into a wisp of black smoke and moved behind Zhang Lingyue. As soon as the black smoke gathered into a human form, Ji Ziyu quickly threw a sword behind Zhang Lingyue.

"hiss--"

Only then did Zhang Lingyue react, and when he turned around to look, he saw Ye Jun's right hand was scratched by the sword, and black smoke flowed out from the scratch.

Ye Jun seems to be very afraid of Ji Ziyu's sword, that's probably why he was so far away from them just now.

"Zhang Lingyue, I'm not done with you!"

After saying these words, Ye Jun disappeared.

Zhang Lingyue was still a little worried, what he was worried about was what Ye Jun would do to him.

If Ye Jun could calm down after returning home, maybe he wouldn't be messing around, but if he keeps in this state, no one can say what he will do.

"Okay, don't worry about it, let's go back first." Zhang Geng's entire palm was already stained red with blood, and the blood seemed to flow more and more, and his lips began to turn white.

Ji Zi wanted to feel Zhang Geng's pulse, and said softly, "Brother Zhang, can you still hear me?"

Zhang Geng closed his eyes and nodded.

Zhang Lingyue found that the matter seemed to be more serious, and said, "Anyway, let's go back and talk about it first."

Ji Zi wanted to shake his head, "Brother Zhang has been poisoned by Xiang Hongniao, the more he moves, the faster the poison will spread!"

"This..." Zhang Lingyue looked at Ji Ziyu, "Why did my brother get hurt? Did you slow me down!"

"Ling Yue!" Zhang Geng yelled, but Houwan coughed violently, Ji Zi wanted to put his arm on his shoulders, "Brother Zhang, let me carry you back!"

Zhang Geng was already extremely weak at this time, although he didn't want to, he still let Ji Ziyu carry him back.

The Xianghong bird is very cautious when traveling. It usually only flies around in front of its own grave at night and whines, and it will not actively attack people, but this Xianghong bird seems to be different from the usual ones...

This time Zhang Geng and Ji Ziyu didn't bring anyone with them in order not to disturb Xiang Hongniao who was hiding.

As soon as they arrived at the gate of Zhang's mansion, bursts of laughter came from inside the gate.

Because of Zhang Geng's injury, Zhang Lingyue was already in a very depressed mood. I don't know who is so desperate to laugh so happily!

Ji Zi wanted to carry Zhang Geng back to his room first, and Zhang Lingyue went to find the source of the laughter by himself.

The laughter was getting closer and closer. Apart from a woman's voice, it seemed to be mixed with a man's voice. As the voices became clearer and clearer, Zhang Lingyue's anger suddenly rose.

He shouted to the crowd, "Ye Jun, what are you doing here again!"

All the voices stopped abruptly, and the maids in the outer circle turned around and saw Zhang Lingyue and left with mutterings, some of them were still covering their faces and smiling, the man in black in the middle seemed very reluctant to let them leave, and asked to stay, "Oh! I It's not over yet, don't go!"

Zhang Lingyue walked up to him, "What are you doing here!"

Ye Jundao, "Wait for you."

Zhang Lingyue grabbed him and came to his room, he found the red lantern Ye Jun gave him, "Take it away, I will take the 'melting soul water' you gave me with me, don't come here in the future Already!"

Ye Jun didn't pick up the light, but just said awkwardly, "There is no reason to take back what I gave you. Since you bother me so much, I just don't come here."

After Ye Jun left, Zhang Lingyue breathed a sigh of relief. He thought, fortunately, Ye Jun was in a good mood after returning from Zhehua Valley, and he didn't do anything serious.