Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

There is a shadow on the ground, so light that it is almost transparent, twisting and grinding forward on the ground, its speed is very fast, as if something is chasing after it.

There are few pedestrians on the road in winter, and no one will keep looking down at the shadow. Even if they see a strange shadow passing by, they just treat it as a momentary dazzle.

Of course, they don't pay attention to the unnatural feeling of vagueness in the sky, as if some transparent tangible object is passing through the sky, bringing subtle spatial dislocations.

Wu Cong has been following the shadow, it seems to have sensed that he is chasing after him, and it is getting faster and faster along the way, and this speed should be a great burden for it, the originally solid outline around the shadow gradually becomes Scattered and messy, falling off and disappearing with the movement.

It finally arrived outside a high-end apartment. It climbed up to the 20th floor against the outer wall of the apartment before stopping, and slowly slid in along the window crack.

Wu Cong floated in mid-air and watched the shadow being drawn into a clay pot, his sleeve moved slightly, and stopped before the spell could be released, turning his head to look at the other building next door.

A woman in a wine-red coat was waving to him, and she could be seen smiling like a flower from a long distance away.

Wu Cong looked at the two men pacing back and forth in the window, knowing that the one would not be able to move his hand today, so he lightly landed on the opposite side of the woman and cupped his hands: "Ma'am."

"Where did I come from, it turned out to be your enemy." The woman covered her lips and smiled coquettishly, her eyebrows and eyes stretched out in a coquettish manner, "Why, how many times do you want me to comfort you when you are alone in an empty bed?"

As she spoke, she appeared behind Wu Cong in a flash, her thin white fingers landed on Wu Cong's chest, and she clung to Wu Cong softly and bonelessly: "I miss you too much."

"Ma'am, stop joking." Wu Cong twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his hand to pinch the tail of the scorpion that was secretly rubbing and trying to pierce his leg, "My appearance is rough and round, I don't suit your imagination."

"You look so self-deprecating, but you are really cute." The scorpion spirit giggled, and brushed Wu Cong's face with her finger painted in red Danko, "Why is it so cheap, that foreign ghost, it's really a pity .”

She embraced Wu Cong, but Wu Cong did not push her away, and looked from a distance as intimate as a pair of lovers. The man in the room opened the curtains and took a look, then closed them angrily.

"What makes you so angry, my dear friend?" another man sat on the sofa and asked with a smile.

"Nothing." The man sat down with a cold face, "Where did we just talk?"

"That evil ghost is really annoying. He always stares at me. If he hadn't been sure about my slave's tricks, he would have bit his head off in one bite." Given the chance, she would definitely bite that man's head off.

Hearing this, Wu Cong moved his fingertips lightly, and the shadow that had been lingering behind Scorpion Jing stopped moving as if the pause button had been pressed.

"What's going on?" he asked, "How did you get involved?"

"The dove occupies the magpie's nest, the dove occupies the magpie's nest, my family has made it so clear, who let that evil spirit occupy the body of the owner of the slave's house." Scorpion fine bit his lips with a helpless face, "have pity on my owner Xin The hard-earned money was squandered like this, and the dirty water was poured on him one after another, and the slave's heart ached seeing it... If I had known this, I should have slapped that little hoof of Huapi to death."

To put it simply, the soul in the body of the scorpion fine breeder is not her owner, but a weird ghost who claims to be an ancient Egyptian pharaoh. At that time, her owner was lured by the painted skin and almost lost his life. At that time, it was used as a museum Mr. Owner, the backbone of the ancient cultural relics restoration team, was busy restoring a group of cultural relics from ancient Egypt, and was attacked by a painted skin on the way. If the scorpion spirit hadn't noticed something wrong and rescued people in time, he might have been sent to the crematorium instead of the ICU, but even In this way, he was also seriously injured and unconscious for more than ten days. During this period, Xie Zijing pretended to be his girlfriend to take care of him, and secretly poured some water soaked in the panacea so that he could recover early.

"Wait." Wu Cong stopped her narration, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly and asked, "Did you give him the water soaked in the Ju Ling Pill?"

"Yeah, it's very useful for me to recover my body after eating." Scorpion Jing nodded with a look of course.

Wu Cong sighed deeply, and suddenly understood why Shennonggu strongly demanded to promote the training of basic knowledge of medicine. It is true that Juling Pill can restore the body, but its more important function is to nourish the soul. You give it to a body Maybe the person with the ancient Egyptian vengeful spirit pours the spirit gathering pill, is this because he is afraid that he will not be taken away.

Even he didn't dare to give Hotch any messy drugs easily, because he was afraid that the other party might have something on him that he didn't know would conflict with him.

"Okay, don't interrupt, let me continue." The scorpion spirit glared at him.

She gave her owner medicine for a few days, and he slowly woke up. Of course, as a pet who faces him day and night, she noticed something wrong with him at the first sight—well, facing someone who had never been there before. Having never seen a woman who claimed to be her girlfriend, her master would definitely not be able to admit it smoothly. It is more likely that she would hug the quilt and shiver at the foot of the bed with a terrified face.

The scorpion spirit sensed that something was wrong, but she didn't dare to act rashly. Although she could sense that her owner's soul was still in this body, she didn't know if her owner would come back alive after killing her with a tail.

She is not good at spells related to the soul, which is probably the common weakness of monsters like them.

In this case, the first person she thought of asking for help was Wu Cong, but three months ago it was when Wu Cong was running around with Hotch and couldn't get home, that's why she went to find the spirit outside Wu Cong's apartment their reasons.

The man who had taken her master believed that her master was his descendant and wanted to restore his glory and authority.

When it comes to this, the expression on the face of the scorpion spirit is like eating a fly, all kinds of disdain and disgust.

When the "Pharaoh" was plotting, the second man, that is, the vampire got involved, and it was precisely because he made the scorpion spirit, who was still pretending to be a snake with the "Pharaoh" at the time, have to have a showdown with him. Since then, he has been closely watched and tried to find a chance to ask others for help, but he is worried that the other party controls the soul of his owner, so he can only hold his nose and cooperate with him.

"The mirror of the world..."

"I suggested stealing it." Scorpion Jing readily admitted, "That idiot has to be served by a courtier from his previous life. It's better to ask him to secretly look into the mirror and go back to find the reincarnation of the courtiers from his previous life than to let him go around killing people and making mummies."

"And if you don't steal Shijing, will you and Song Yu be willing to intervene?"

"Hotch and Mr. Zhao are also..."

"This has nothing to do with me." Scorpion Jing curled his lips, "It was the idea of ​​that little bat, he wanted you and Song Yu...uh...surrender under the glory of Volturi. Hey, hey, this is not me If you want to lose your temper, don't look for me."

Wu Cong's expression could scare a child into tears, and the scorpion spirit leaned to the side, saying non-stop: "You have to take it easy, my owner's soul hasn't been rescued yet!"

"Don't worry, I won't hurt him." The smile on the corner of Wu Cong's mouth is definitely not reassuring. There are two murderers in the room, so it's okay not to kill people or half-dead them.

He took out a snare drum, which didn't look very eye-catching. It was a very ordinary snare drum with a round body painted with red paint and a slightly blackened yellow head. The head was so thin that it could almost transmit light. It looks broken.

Wu Cong struck the small drum with a small drum hammer.

When Wu Cong took out the snare drum, the scorpion spirit backed away winkingly.

Wu Cong is a descendant of Wu Xianguo, probably no one in the world is more qualified to use drums than him.

In ancient times, when the Yellow Emperor killed Kui, Wu Xian made the world's first drum out of Kui's skin to boost the momentum. The drum in Wu Cong's hand was also a war drum with Kui's skin as the drum head.

First ring, second ring.

The sound of the thumping snare drum was crisp and clear, but it made people feel bored and anxious. When it came into the room, the man began to grind his teeth and shake his legs, looking around and frowning: "Why hasn't she come back yet? I'll go and see."

As he said that, he stood up, and before he could stand still, he heard the third drumbeat, and immediately fell to the ground.

The vampire sitting opposite him saw that the situation was wrong and didn't even want to turn his head and break through the window and rushed out - he really thought well, it is impossible for a 20-storey building to catch him running out of the window, but the premise is that his opponent It can't be a scorpion spirit who has been suffocated for a long time and is full of anger.

Wu Cong didn't care about the body collision accident that happened in mid-air, he just took the screams as the background sound, floated into the room to check the physical condition of the man who fell on the ground, and by the way, put an unknown man on the table. The mirror of the world was put away.

At the same time, he felt that if Song Yu knew what they used to provide the spiritual power needed by Zhaoshijing, he would be more willing to throw this mirror into the sea forever.

"Okay, rest in peace." Wu Cong sighed softly, raised his hand and waved, hundreds of clay pots, large and small, ignited a raging fire in the room, and the hissing and roaring of resentful souls gradually became smaller in the flames, and finally Only a wisp of blue smoke remained.

"Hmm." Wu Cong raised his eyebrows and raised his hand, a small white paper figurine flew out of a clay pot. It was scorched black and scattered, but it could be seen that something should have been painted on it. of.

The stand-in talisman that Song Jiao snatched from him was probably frightened by seeing Hotch being tossed and tossed by the curse, and secretly put it on Zhao Changle when he went back overnight, but he didn't expect it to be used.

"Be careful not to beat him to death." Wu Cong turned his head and shouted at Scorpion Jing, "You still have to rely on him to absolve your owner."

If so many people died in a major case, if the culprit is not handed over, the US government will not let it go.

Hearing the words, the scorpion spirit slapped the vampire's tail unwillingly, rolled the other party up and landed in the room: "I'm not going to look for Mian Yao." She was originally a smuggled out of the country, but was properly repatriated when Mian Miao saw it, okay? .

"Let me go find it." Wu Cong took the vampire hanging from the tip of her tail, and pinched the evil ghost forced out of the human body with his other hand, "He probably won't wake up for several days, Take care... Take him to the hospital and don't feed him casually."

Originally, he had a physique that was easy to attract spirit bodies and he was given medicine casually, but he didn't care if he was taken away again.

Solving the case at once, Wu Cong returned to the apartment the same way as the murderer in one hand with Zhao Shijing in his arms. In a good mood, he pulled out a cage from the storage room on the first floor and threw the two murderers into it. On Xiaobai Tuanzi who had been rubbed until she completely lost her dignity as a jiao.

Well, being rubbed on the stomach is really comfortable.As soon as he entered the body, he was stimulated by the numbness and snorted softly. Wu Cong quickly changed back to human form and tried to maintain his dignity (?).

"The things are back." He took out the mirror of the world.

"The murderer was also caught?" Hotch asked while looking at the mirror, and in the blurry mirror, he seemed to see a young man smiling at him.

She looks a lot like Wu Cong...

Hotch felt dizzy before his eyes, and suddenly lost consciousness.