Nobody knows I'm a fairy

Shen Lingxiao sternly said: "Are you kidding? If it wasn't someone who dug it, could it be a ghost?"

Shen Muzhi raised the corners of his mouth, under the white light, he looked a little gloomy: "Maybe."

Shen Lingxiao was very upset because of Cheng Jiangjiang's affairs. Shen Muzhi was joking at this juncture, which made him roll up his sleeves and wanted to greet Shen Muzhi's face.

"You two young masters, don't worry about it." Cheng Jiangjiang turned around, holding something picked up from the ground, "A pen, the side that didn't touch the ground was not stained with dust, it seems that it fell not long ago. "

Wei Nanjue shone the flashlight on Cheng Jiangjiang's hand. It was a very popular ballpoint pen, and he had several at home.He nodded and said, "Sure enough, someone came in one step earlier than us."

"If someone helps you to beat the thunder, why not do it." Cheng Jiangjiang threw the ballpoint pen to the ground, and when he raised his head, the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly froze. He looked behind everyone and asked, "How many people did we come in?"

Shen Lingxiao curled her lips and said, "Are you out of your mind? 24!"

Cheng Jiangjiang looked serious: "Then why, there are 25 people here now."

After he finished speaking, everyone turned to the end of the line. The young man with a strong light was named Wu Suowei, and he was at the end of the line when he came in.But now everyone's eyes are looking behind him, he is sweating coldly, and tremblingly wants to turn his head, but everyone is shaking their heads desperately at him.

Behind him, there was a person standing quietly looking at them in a place out of the light.No one shines bright lights on him, this is a tacit understanding in the face of danger.Wu Suowei took a step forward lightly, his movements were light and slow, not daring to disturb the person behind him in the slightest.

However, just as he took a step, the things behind him followed closely like a gangrene.He slowly stretched out his hand, trying to take out the trump card he brought from his arms, but he didn't know that the person behind him made the same movement as him.

Finally, someone couldn't bear this weird atmosphere, turned on the bright light in his hand, and shone behind Wu Suowei.However, even under the strong light, they still couldn't see the man's appearance clearly.

Shen Muzhi's heart was ringing with alarm bells, shadow!Exactly the same movements, no difference in height and body shape, even if there is light in the past, they still can't see clearly.

In just a short moment, the shadow gradually changed, and the position of the head began to show facial features, which looked very similar to Wu Suowei standing in front of it.

A possibility emerged in Shen Muzhi's mind.Could it be that the shadow followed the last person, slowly changed into his appearance, then replaced him silently, and then devoured the previous person.Therefore, all the people who came in before were wiped out.Because even if someone looks back, what they see is either the real teammate or the shadow of a substitute teammate.

Wu Suowei finally turned his head, and the moment he saw the shadow, a dagger carved from mahogany in his hand was inserted into the shadow's chest.The shadows scattered away like dust that had been blown away. Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Wu Suowei suddenly clutched his chest and fell down straight.

"Old Wu! Are you okay!" Wu Suowei's teammate hugged him and shouted nervously.

Shen Muzhi walked over, touched Wu Suowei's breath, his eyes darkened: "I'm out of breath."

Wu Suowei's teammate heard this and burst into tears: "Old Wu, you died so badly!"

Shen Muzhi slapped him on the head: "Don't shout!"

He reached into his pocket to feel it, and when he pulled it out, there were a few paper figurines and red thread between his white fingers.He knelt down and tied one end of the red thread to Wu Suowei's middle finger, and the other end to the paper figurine.

Wu Suowei's teammate howled again: "Old Wu! Someone will find you a relative before your body is cold! That's good! You were a bachelor when you were alive, and it's nothing to do with you when you die. Wish! There should be quite a few female ghosts in this tomb, help you choose the most beautiful one!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several people came over to support him and covered his mouth.

Anyone can see that Shen Muzhi is attracting souls.Wu Suowei lost his breath inexplicably, most likely because his soul had left his body. In such a short time, he could not fly very far. Shen Muzhi tied his middle finger with a red thread. Drilling back to the gate of life is called bringing the soul back to the body.

It's just that the other end of the red thread is usually connected to its own body, and the living soul will also use the soul-inducing person's body as a bridge to return to the main body, which will inevitably hurt the soul-inducing person's vitality.Shen Muzhi tied the paper figurine with a red thread, probably using the paper figurine as a stand-in, minus the side effects of the soul-inducing technique.

I know the truth, but whoever can use a god general as a substitute is not a figure at the level of the head of the family.They didn't know who Shen Muzhi was before, but after Shen Changwei sang the play yesterday, everyone knew it.So they all kept calm and stared at Shen Muzhi's soul, as serious as a graduate student watching a tutor's experiment, some of them were probing, some of them were joking.

The paper figurine that fell on the ground suddenly stood up and took a few steps forward, the red thread was stretched straight.Wu Suowei's chest suddenly jumped up, the whole person coughed suddenly, and sat up all of a sudden.

He opened his eyes and said in confusion, "Why am I sleeping on the ground?"

Everyone looked dumbfounded, the hands of those supporting his teammates unknowingly let go, Wu Suowei's teammates were free, and flew over: "Old Wu, you just died, do you know that!"

Wu Suowei looked around in a daze, and suddenly saw the paper man on the ground, his mind suddenly cleared up: "Fuck, just now I stabbed that ghost thing behind me, and then I felt my soul was shot out of my body , fortunately this little thing grabbed me and dragged me back."

He tried to stand up, staggered towards Shen Mozhi, held his hands excitedly, and said adoringly and sincerely: "Thank you, Young Master Shen!"

Wei Nanjue's face turned dark, he lifted his hand, and stood in front of Shen Muzhi with a protective look: "Don't touch him."

An emotion called gossip immediately rose in people's eyes, and they looked at Shen and Wei inquiringly.Shen Muzhi was so angry that he vomited blood, Wei Nanjue didn't seem to want to hide his feelings at all.

Wu Suowei withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and said submissively: "Brother Wei, don't get me wrong, I just want to thank Young Master Shen."

Wei Nanjue kept a dark face and didn't answer, took Shen Muzhi's hand and rubbed it constantly, as if to rub off the other people's breath on him.

Shen Muzhi was desperate, not daring to look at the faces of a few acquaintances whose jaws dropped to their necks in shock, he withdrew his hand fiercely, and gave Wei Nanjue a stern look.

Wei Nanjue immediately behaved, like a golden retriever that has done something wrong, followed behind Shen Muzhi's ass, not daring to yell or leave.

Seeing this, Shen Lingxiao was in a daze.What's the situation, brother Nanjue and his own brother?

Wei Nanjue's dog-legged appearance in front of him is completely incompatible with his once aloof and calm image, Shen Lingxiao feels that this world is somewhat magical.

Dongfang Zhan felt even more magical. Although he didn't say it, he always regarded Wei Nanjue as his competitor in his heart.Wei Nanjue likes Shen Lingxiao, he knows it very well.But even at that time Wei Nanjue was holding back his feelings and seeing Shen Lingxiao flirting with him, the possessiveness in his eyes was never as strong as it is now.

Dongfang Zhan set his eyes on Shen Muzhi, once thought he was an abandoned little animal, intoxicated by the little tenderness he gave.But now, this person has completely changed. With today's soul-attracting technique, Shen Muzhi has already shaken off the hat of aristocratic trash, and regards himself as nothing from the beginning to the end.

An indescribable sense of loss filled Dongfang's heart, and he stared at the two with dim eyes.

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Grandma's double lung infection plus acute cardiovascular disease... It hasn't been updated for a few days, everyone forgive me.