After Bai Yueguang disappeared, I was forced to become a ghost hunter

"This woman is not a ghost." Brother Zhang said while hugging him.

The sound was like an electric current, tingling and numb, hitting Rong Zhen's cheeks, making his face flushed.He didn't dare to move, and followed Zhang Xingke's words without looking away.

"This is a living soul, spells are useless." Zhang Xingke was unaware of his shameless posture, and whispered, "Be very careful. She doesn't know that she is dead, and she is in a chaotic state. State, this state is very dangerous, maybe it will turn into a ghost in the next second, but just turned into a ghost, I can't deal with it."

The words bypassed his mind, and Rong Zhen's first reaction was to ask what is a living soul?But at this moment, the ghost in front of him and the people behind him made him unable to open his mouth, so another question became more urgent, how long will he keep this posture?

Zhang Xingke answered him with body movements.

The hand that was holding Rong Zhen was loosened, and two seconds later, Zhang Xingke's right hand was unceremoniously placed on his waist again. At the same time, a furry thing rubbed against Rong Zhen's thin back, It's itchy, it's the hairs on Mr. Zhang's head.

Zhang Xingke was bending over, very slowly.

Seemingly enjoying this rare physical contact, Mr. Zhang's movements are like a slow long shot, from top to bottom, dawdling, full of ambiguity and hormones.

Miss Shenghun was immersed in her "mirror", without even noticing that the temperature here had suddenly increased several degrees.After a few long seconds passed, Zhang Xingke finally drew something outward, touching the floor. The small thing was brighter, flashing all the way, and stopped seven or eight meters away from the few people.

It was a small mirror like the one you carry with you, round, palm-sized, with intricate lace, and with Zhang Xingke's name written on it.

Miss Shenghun was successfully attracted by this ineffective thing. She turned her head away first, ended the staring, and went to chase her next "mirror".

Missing the terrifying stare at each other, Rong Zhen took a deep breath, and relaxed his tall shoulders. He was sweating, and he didn't know whether it was the living soul or Zhang Xingke who made the trouble.

"Teacher Rong, don't be nervous." Zhang Xingke deliberately patted him on the waist twice, and released it in time before Rong Zhen turned around.

Rong Zhen felt that it would be embarrassing for him to turn around at this moment, but he didn't have this chance. The considerate young master Zhang had already turned 180 degrees first, and kicked the old man lying on the chair pretending to be dead, "Wang Daxian, Stop pretending, do it quickly!" "Ah!?" The old Taoist squinted one eye, acting all the way, he even wanted to stretch himself, and Zhang Xingke slapped him on the forehead again.

"Hurry up!" With Zhang Xingke shouting all over the place, the Taoist priest who had been pretending to be dead could only get up silently, touched in his arms, took out a small jar from nowhere, pulled off the lid, and Rong Zhen smelled a whiff of it. Strong smell of alcohol.

"Don't dawdle, sprinkle it quickly!"

"Master Zhang, this thing is so precious!" The old Taoist clasped his hands together, hugging his small wine jar just like Zhang Xingke hugged Rongzhen.

"Don't fucking talk nonsense! I'll chop off your hand if you can't finish it!"

The blind Taoist shivered in fright, and held out the hand holding the jar with great reluctance, closed his eyes, held his heart high, held his treasure high, with the mouth of the bottle facing outwards, and held the alms bowl with Fahai. Like receiving Bai Suzhen, like a goddess scattering flowers, she shakes the wine out desperately.

There were a few sounds of "crash, la la", all of which were the sound of RMB flowing away.

"Are you a fucking pig!" A voice roared beside him.

When the old Taoist opened his eyes, he saw Zhang Xingke who was covered in alcohol directly in front of him. His hands trembled, and the bottle fell directly to the ground and broke.

The living soul has long since disappeared.

stupid teammate!Zhang Xingke roared.

It's bustling here, Rong Zhen saw from a distance, Zhao Yilong floated in slowly, with a few leaves hanging on his body, and said resentfully, "Fuck, this place is really hard to find, I got lost!"

stupid teammate!It is rare for Rong Zhen to have a high degree of unity with Zhang Xingke at this moment.

In the evening, when a few people were eating seafood shabu-shabu in a private room, the pig-like teammates performed very steadily. Because Zhao Yilong couldn't eat in front of everyone, he could only go home to eat instant noodles full of resentment, leaving Rong Zhen ate this inexplicable meal.

The living soul ran away, but it didn't seem to affect the mood of the few people.

"That living soul has no malicious intentions and is not in danger for the time being. I've contacted my family and I just need someone to deal with it." Zhang Xingke explained to Rong Zhen, "There is a big difference between a ghost and a living soul. The former is dead, but the latter may not be."

Rong Zhen obviously put on a puzzled expression.

"Living souls often go through some abnormal form of separation, that is, the separation of the body and the soul, causing the soul to find the body and become a wandering existence in the world. Because the long-term separation from the body will cause confusion in their memory Some bodies may have died, but the soul has no consciousness, and when they realize it, they can become ghosts, or reincarnate, and then enter reincarnation." Zhang Xingke picked up a piece of abalone, dipped it in ingredients, and put it on the plate in front of Rong Zhen Inside, the thing is golden with oil.

"However, the process of realizing death is very dangerous. Sometimes it is not handled properly, and accidents will happen. Therefore, dealing with living souls is a little trickier than ghosts."

"What if the body is not dead?" Rong Zhen ate the abalone Zhang Xingke gave, and it was quite delicious.

"Then there is still the possibility of the unity of body and spirit." Zhang Xingke saw that Rong Zhen was happy to eat, and he also took a slice for himself, raised his neck, and put it in his mouth, "The Wang family sprinkles wine to ask spirits, and deals with living souls." The effect is the best." Rong Zhen patted the Taoist priest who was eating next to him.

"No...someone reported that there is a living soul in the Central Hospital, let our family deal with it...my dad just...sent me here..." He said while chewing.

No wonder the old man is hanging out in the hospital today.

"Don't choke to death!" Zhang Xingke looked at the old man who wanted to use both hands and feet, and taught him politely.

"Young Master Zhang!" Hu Lan pinched him.

It turns out that this veteran is not considered old, in fact he is in his twenties, he is of the same generation as Zhang Xingke and Hu Lan, and he comes from the Wang family of Zhongnanshan, a family of exorcists.

He is the next successor of the Wang family, named Wang Chuang, and they are familiar with Zhang Xingke.

No wonder Zhang Xingke said before that among the four exorcist families, only the Zhang and Xiao families are strong. The Xiao family doesn't know. Looking at this heir, it's clear at a glance whether the Wang family can do it.

After all, they are of the same generation, and they are not from the same family. Naturally, Hu Lan wants to help the young master restrain himself a little for the Zhang family, so as not to offend him to death.

Wang Chuang: "It's okay, Brother Zhang, we've been playing together since childhood, and I know he treats me well."

Zhang Xingke: "Get lost, who is your brother, you are much older than me."

Wang Chuang stuffed something into his mouth and said, "It doesn't matter if I look old, no one is urging me to get married anyway."

As soon as this sentence was said, the faces of the three people on the scene all changed. This Wang Chuang seemed to live up to his name. He was born to be a troublemaker. The combined hands of Zhang Xingke and Hu Lan were not as fast as his mouth.

"Your old man has come to my house several times, complaining every day that you are wandering around outside. You are all childhood sweethearts. Hurry up and do things with Hu Lan... It's... Oops!"

Before the words were finished, Hu Lan jumped up and pressed Wang Chuang's neck with his hands, almost dunking his face into the hot pot, "Eat your hot pot!"

Really fierce!Just now she told Zhang Xingke not to offend the thoughts of his peers in the exorcist family.

It's like feeding a dog.

The scene was very embarrassing for a while.

As if some kind of secret had been exposed, Zhang Xingke immediately looked at Rong Zhen.

There was no expression on the man's face, he calmly picked up another piece of abalone and put it in his mouth, his thin lips touched up and down smoothly, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Zhang Xingke's face collapsed for a moment, and he collapsed into his heart.

The expensive and fresh ingredients on the table, under the whitish light, glowed with a beautiful luster, the waiter came in, helped them add soup, and put some of them into the pot by the way, all kinds of ingredients were stirring excitedly in the pot , Pick it up, and dip it in golden dipping sauce, like changing into a new dress before death.

Rong Zhen chewed mechanically. For some reason, the abalone, which he thought was delicious just now, suddenly became tasteless.

Back at the residence, four words were still lingering in Rong Zhen's mind.

"Childhood sweetheart."

So much so that when Zhao Yilong complained hoarsely that he didn't eat the per capita [-] hot pot, he didn't say a word, just sat in front of his desk, and started to draw a pen and draw symbols.

"Did the hot pot get into your head?" Zhao Yilong was puzzled and went to play games.

The desk faces the floor-to-ceiling windows, through which you can see the streets of the community.Rong Zhen didn't really start painting, he didn't know what he was going to draw, but it was not that he didn't understand what it meant that he cared about Zhang Xingke's behavior.He's not a fool, he's never been in a relationship, at least he likes someone.

But he is a bit confused now, if this is an awkward caring, caring equals liking, he likes Zhang Xingke.What is Jian Changning?What is it that I have worked so hard to find him all the way?

Doesn't he want to look for that gentle, good-looking, well-mannered teacher Jian who commutes with him every day, keeps his sense of proportion, approaches him appropriately, and gives him the courage to take a step forward?

The more he thought about it, the more Zhang Xingke's face would appear in front of him, until finally, he found that he couldn't remember exactly what Jian Changning looked like.Rong Zhen picked up Jian Changning's pocket watch that had been kept by the desk, and the man inside was smiling at him vigorously.

"No matter what, we must find him." Rong Zhen finally made up his mind to himself.

He is a simple person with a pure mind, once he has figured it out, he has it figured out.

Through a thin layer of glass, some people can't figure it out.

This man was lying on the glass of Rong Zhen's house, the moonlight was behind him, and the light in the room couldn't reach it, like a big lump of black mud. If he hadn't been breathing heavily, Rong Zhen would have asked Zhao Yilong to catch ghosts. Accompanied by the mist imprinted on the glass, one bright and one dark, Rong Zhen recognized the person coming.

"Zhang Xingke!" Rong Zhen glanced at his watch, and at 01:30 in the middle of the night, he made sure that the person outside the glass was not his hallucination.

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