Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

After the doll Yin'er disappeared, Ling Huang fell into a coma as if he had been hit in the back of the head with a sap.

Sleeping until Li Goudan came to call for dinner, Ling Huang got up in a daze, put on his clothes and went out, and almost fell down the three short steps of the wooden house stairs.

"What's the matter?" Goudan grabbed Ling Huang's arm to support him, "Are you sick?"

"No, no." Ling Huang touched his pants pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes.

The original owner was young and addicted to cigarettes, and his body was heavily dependent on tobacco.

"Yo, give me one?" Goudan stretched out his hand.

Pass him a cigarette, light it for Goudan first, and then light the one in his mouth.

The discomfort after smoking a cigarette has disappeared, and the faint worry of being shocked by Yin'er Guiwa seems to be dispelled.

Goudan smoked much slower than Ling Huang. When the two walked to the side of the campfire, Goudan suddenly said:

"I only smoke Xuanhemen, and I only love one person in my life. It seems that Ling Tianshi is also a person who values ​​love and righteousness."

"..." Ling Huang sat down and picked up his own bowl, "Isn't this too much rice?"

The village head laughed, "Not too much, not too much, eat as much as you can, look at Sledgehammer, you have such a big bowl, he has already eaten the third bowl."

The firewood rice is very fragrant, and the braised mutton on top has a delicious taste that cannot be eaten in the city.

But Ling Huang was already full of brain pain after eating half a bowl, so he put down the bowl and decided not to eat.

A gust of wind and grass on the way to the cemetery can scare Ling Huang out of goose bumps.

He bit the bullet and confessed to Wang Dachui that when he saw a female ghost, he could only coax him gently and never lose his temper. Wang Dachui listened and responded dully.

Let Wang Dahammer go deep into the cemetery, Ling Huang clicked on the Zhang Talisman, and flung the fine sparks from the yellow paper on Wang Dahammer's body.

"Brother Hammer..." The voice of the female ghost with its own echo gradually approached.

Ling Huang stepped back ten steps, squatting into a ball under the cold moonlight.

He was really afraid, but he really had to watch the conversation between Wang Dahammer and the female ghost.

The female ghost stopped turning her head backwards, and sat beside Wang Dahui like a lady, and the two chatted back and forth.

It's nothing more than long time no see, I miss you very much, I've been waiting for you to finally let me wait and so on.

"Mother~" From behind the female ghost, something that looks like a meat ball from a distance is slowly flying towards Ling Huang. The closer it is, the happier the voice becomes, "Mother! Mother!"

"... Be good." Ling Huang couldn't be afraid of this brat, "My sister is chatting with my brother, come here, don't disturb them."

"Well, Yin'er is not noisy." The kid covered his mouth in the water polo, and approached Ling Huang.

One person and one kid all looked in the same direction, and after a while, the kid made two "woo-woo" sounds.

"Don't cover your hands, just speak softly." Ling Huang turned to look at the little baby's big eyes, "What do you want to say?"

"Cold, mother, hug Yin'er." The little ghost brought the water polo closer.

Hey, how can such a round ball be hugged?

Ling Huang sat on the ground with his legs straight, and patted his legs.

The water polo landed on Ling Huang's lap, the little ghost faced Ling Huang's stomach, and his mouth shrunk, "Yin'er, sleepy."

"Then go to sleep, just sleep on my lap." Ling Huang thought again and again, but he still couldn't bear to touch the mother's fetal water polo.

"Yin'er, think of mother and sleep in my stomach." Guiwa raised her face and blinked her eyes pitifully.

Alarm bells were ringing in my mind, could this ghost baby be possessing a body?

"Mother, sleep in the belly clothes." The ghost baby probably saw Ling Huang's frightened face, and didn't know whether she changed her mouth or finished supplementing the children's words.

Fortunately, he added a jacket for the night, and Ling Huang unzipped the zipper to put the water polo on his stomach.

"Okay, baby, go to sleep, mother..." Ling Huang almost bit his tongue, "No, I'll wake you up when I should leave."