Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

After eating shabu-shabu and waiting for ghosts, there was no movement until midnight.

The mobile phone signal was intermittent again, Ling Huang and Ling Yun made an appointment to synchronize emails once a day.

Turn on the computer and barely connect to the Internet, and refresh an email.

Everything is fine for Ling Yun, but the journey is farther than Ling Huang's to south Yunnan, and it is only halfway there now.

Looking at the scenery along the way, I also encountered some ghosts. Lingyun seldom did anything, and let the female ghost in red go to catch them to see the corresponding karma.

There is also a selfie in the attachment, in the normal view, only Ling Yun made a gesture of heart by himself in the picture.

"Well, sister in red!" Yin'er sat on the edge of the bed dangling, pointing at the computer screen with her two little feet.

Ling Huang pointed two fingers and opened a short eye between his eyebrows.

Sure enough, beside Ling Yun was a red-clothed female ghost with a bright smile. The two of them should get along very well. The red-clothed female ghost even put her head next to Ling Yun's ear.

After the time limit for Tianyan expired, Ling Huang replied to the email with emotion: It turns out that she looks like this, she was born from her heart, she has a good heart, and her real appearance is also generous.

Turning around to ask Yin'er, "Do you think sister in red looks good?"

"Yeah." Yin'er nodded, "No mother is good-looking, but yes, good-looking."

Ling Huang smiled and added: Yin'er also said that sister in red is very pretty.Sister, although he helped the Ling family to accumulate merits to clear her own karma, we still have to thank her.

After waiting for another hour, the ghost still did not appear, so Ling Huang simply brushed Yin'er's teeth, washed his face and feet, washed himself briefly, and fell asleep.

After three days of calm and calm, the fourth day has reached the boundary of Lin Liang's family in southern Yunnan where he wanders and exorcises ghosts.

At night, he still parked the car far away from the town, Ling Huang set up a rain tent outside the car, and prepared to wash himself and Yin'er well.

"Mother, aren't you afraid of ghosts coming?" Yin'er asked while floating around in the tent, blinking her big eyes.

"Theoretically, there won't be such bold evil spirits within the radiation range of the Lin family's power." Ling Huang connected the shower from the car, let cold water run for a while, and waved to Yin'er when the water was hot, "Come here, give You wash your hair."

"I haven't undressed yet." Yin'er looked down at herself.

"It's cold, you lie on your back and I'll wash your hair, and then take off your clothes and take a bath when it's hotter in the tent. Come here."

"Yin'er, I'm not afraid of the cold."

Ling Huang put his hands on his hips, feeling that this child is becoming more and more individual and difficult to take care of.

"There is a kind of cold that makes your mother afraid that you will catch a cold. It has nothing to do with whether you are afraid of the cold or not." He waved again, "Come here! Otherwise I will beat you!"

"Hmm." Yin'er drifted over dejectedly and lay flat in the air, muttering in a low voice, "Mother, Yin'er is being fierce again."

"You may not be obedient if you are fierce." Ling Huang poured water on Yin'er's head, "If you are not fierce, you will not go to heaven?"

Ling Huang was rough with himself, but he was extraordinarily careful with Yin'er.

Obviously zombies wouldn't catch a cold, but he still washed Yin'er's hair according to the temperature, dried his hair, braided his braids, and then prepared to undress the baby for a bath.

"It's hard to settle grievances, who can tell the truth about reincarnation, I'll give you a medicine, it's rare, but it can save your life..." Yin'er hummed and sang a song she learned from TV, raising her arms It is convenient for Ling Huang to take it off for him.

As soon as Ling Huang put his hands on Yin'er's clothes, the lamp in the rain tent made a screeching sound and dimmed.

"Poor contact?" Ling Huang didn't care, and grabbed the hem of Yin'er's clothes to lift it up.

The light exploded with a "snap".

Ling Huang immediately grabbed Yin'er and held her in his arms to prevent the baby from being pierced by fragments of the light bulb.

"Yin'er..." A soft female voice came from a distance, "My child, Yin'er..."

Not vocals.

Ling Huang stopped and grabbed Yin'er to go back to the car, but Yin'er stopped between the tent and the car and did not move.