Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

The Ling family has been celestial masters for generations, and the ability to psychic flows in the blood of future generations.

This ability determines that they can become excellent celestial masters, but at the same time it is easy to attract evil spirits.

Therefore, Ling Huang should have talismans to suppress him when he sleeps, and put the evil spirit sword next to his pillow to keep the yin and evil from invading his body.

But the female ghost in red is in the soul-suppressing mirror in his big bag. For her sake, Ling Huang can't use talismans, and even the evil sword must be wrapped in red cloth so as not to hurt the female ghost.

I don't feel at ease when I fall asleep.

With a little doll in his arms, he turned up the volume of the game console to the lowest level.

Listening to the voice, Ling Huang was still a little terrified when he remembered that he was holding a zombie.

But later Yin'er was tired from playing, so he leaned his little head on Ling Huang's forehead and called softly: "Mother is not afraid, Yin'er is here."

Fumbling and pinching Yin'er's little hand, Ling Huang calmed down with a smile.

Changing cars on the road, and keeping vigilant to prevent strangers from touching Yin'er, Ling Huang was tired of being kind.

On the third day, I finally arrived at the door of the house, and the door god posted on the door almost killed the female ghost with a single move.

Ling Huang explained nicely to the door god for a long time before the door god let the female ghost go.

He went in to change his shoes and listened to the female ghost's faint grievances, Ling Huang didn't know how to comfort him.

Shouting to the room: "Sister, I'm back!"

"Hey!" Ling Yun ran out of his bedroom, with a black mask on his face and a silk nightdress with suspenders, "Why don't you call, so I can cook first!"

"Well." Yin'er squatted in Linghuang's bag and stretched out her head, pointing at Lingyun with her little finger, "Black-faced mother-in-law!"

"..." Ling Yun stared at Yin'er with rounded eyes.

"What black-faced mother-in-law?" Ling Huang put down his bag, took out the box of the soul-suppressing mirror from it, and put it on the cabinet in the entrance.

"It's an old lady who fell into the soot pile and died in the cemetery where I was buried. The little prince always wants that old lady to wash her face, but that old lady doesn't want to wash it." The female ghost said.

Ling Yun's neck was stuck back in shock, "Brother, you brought a zombie and a ghost home?"

[Your sister is still your sister, and she recognized Li Yin as a zombie at a glance. 】The main line said.

[Ling Yun Daoxing is much taller than me, so where is this? ] Ling Huang heartily gave Ling Yun a thumbs up.

"My ancestors wouldn't let you raise ghosts and zombies at home." Ling Yun put away his surprised expression, patted and massaged his mask with slender fingertips, walked to the sofa in the living room and sat cross-legged on it, "This female ghost is One of the five sisters who were killed in the information you sent me?"

"Yeah." After Ling Huang changed his shoes, he picked up the bag containing Yin'er and other utensils with one hand, and went to the sofa with the Soul Relief Mirror in the other hand, "The detailed process is as follows..."

Ling Huang spoke in detail, and took Yin'er out and put him on his lap.

When it came to the fact that it was time for Ling Yun to tear off the mask, he followed Ling Yun to the bathroom to continue talking.

Ling Yun went back to the bedroom to do the follow-up skin care, Ling Huang carried Yin'er to Ling Yun's bed and continued to talk.

"Oh." After listening to Ling Huang's narration, Ling Yun turned around from the dressing table, the red light of the beauty instrument in his hand was still shining on his face, "Then this sister is quite pitiful, chicken blood is easy to deal with, I will boil a pot Burn some talisman ash into the medicine soup, let the female ghost soak it overnight to try."

"Where's the karma?" Ling Huang sat up and brought over the game console that Yin'er had been fiddling with for a long time but still had a black screen.

"The karma depends on what other things she has done in the past. Those who do evil without a reason are easy to deal with, so leave it to me." Ling Yun said.

"It's out of battery." Ling Huang pressed the switch of the game console a few times and there was no response. He stroked Yin'er's hair, "Don't play for now, you go wash your hands, and I'll bring you a cake after washing."

"This baby." Ling Yun pointed at Yin'er, "I have to ask my ancestors to come down and ask about the origin of this baby."

Yin'er got out of bed in a hurry, and when she heard Ling Yun talking about herself, she turned around and bowed to Ling Yun, "Hi auntie, my name is Yin'er, and I am, mother's little baby."