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

The two of them stood together in front of Mo Xiancong's big villa. The house was lying on the ground, pitch black, not even a gleam of light could come out, and the surroundings were quiet and people panicked.

Rong Zhen: "Will you not be here?"

"Go ahead and take a look." Zhang Xingke took the lead in pressing the doorknob of Mo Xiancong's house, the door was locked.

"Can stickers unlock the lock?" Rong Zhen followed up, questioning this illegal behavior.

Mr. Zhang blinked, "Pasting talismans won't work." He took out a brooch and a piece of crumpled paper from his pocket, and took the paper to his mouth, twisted the brooch with both hands, and squatted down. , put the film-like paper on the combination lock, and fiddled with the north side of the brooch on the combination lock for a while, with a "creak", the door opened.

"How is it? An ancestral handicraft... not bad!" Zhang Xingke stood up, smiling wickedly, his sly eyes shining brightly in the dark night.

The door bounced open, it was dark inside and out, and the chill mingled with death, came towards their door, making people tremble. Zhang Xingke blocked Rong Zhen behind him with his body. He took out another talisman, held it between his middle and index fingers, and read a few sentences.

"As expected of a certain treasure who sells talismans, they have everything you need." Zhao Yilong stood by and watched the excitement.

The talisman floated in mid-air by itself and burned from bottom to top. The flames were golden and shone strangely in the dark room, like the eyes of a giant python, staring at several people. As the flames gradually extinguished, ashes Reluctantly spinning his body in the air, the remaining one fell to the ground. The moment he touched the ground, red sparks were thrown out of the already black room.

Soundless sparks.

It's still pretty.

Zhang Xingke next to him frowned, "No, there are ghosts."

Rong Zhen's guess was correct, someone broke the coffin array, released the living soul from the hospital, and asked her to seek revenge from Mo Xiancong. With the recovery of the memory of the living soul, she successfully turned into a ghost.

This is the worst case.

"Ganghua's ghost is very difficult to deal with." Zhang Xingke was a little nervous. He kept one hand on Rong Zhen's side all the time, not touching him, but whenever there was a situation, he could immediately hug Rong Zhen in his arms.

"The just-formed ghosts must be useful if they eat them." In the darkness, Zhao Yilong's eyes lit up, and Sa Huan was about to find the ghosts.

At the same time, Zhang Xingke suddenly slapped his head, "By the way, your living soul brother is not here, Zhao... Yilong... Please go around and see where he is." Without waiting for Rong Zhen Agreeing, Xingke made a small trumpet with one hand, hissed into the air, and shouted: "Brother Yilong, please!"

"If you find it, come back and tell me!"

"I've already left." Rong Zhen looked at Zhang Xingke's eyes wandering around, as if he still had something to say to Zhao Yilong, and couldn't help reminding him.

"Oh." Zhang Xingke regretfully withdrew his hand in mid-air and scratched his head.

Following Zhang Xing, the ghost hunters are full of joy.

"Then what should we do now?" Zhang Xingke turned to Rong Zhen with a sincere face.

The smile on Teacher Rong's face instantly turned into an unbelievable smile, you are a ghost hunter, you ask me?

"Rest here?" The boss continued to probe. "Isn't this the first time Genshengsoul cooperates in hunting ghosts?"

The implication is that you have cooperated a lot, and I will cooperate with you.

Rong Zhen paused for a moment, "Go to Mo Xiancong's bedroom?" The last time I was in his bedroom with Zhao Yilong, Rong Zhen was a little concerned about the locked room he saw.

Especially the inexplicable eyes inside made him feel very strange.

"There are little ghosts in that room." The boss approached Rong Zhen in the darkness, pretending to be afraid.

Rong Zhen was speechless.

Zhang Xingke saw Teacher Rong's uneasy expression, and his eyes were shining brightly, "Then it's okay to go and have a look, anyway, if you are idle, you are idle."

Before entering Mo Xiancong's bedroom, Zhang Xingke waved his hand, took out a yellow talisman from his pants pocket, crushed it, held it in his palm, and then slowly opened it again, a blue flame lit up in his palm, The light of the fire was soft, bouncing up and down like a living elf.

"What is this?" Rong Zhen couldn't help asking.

"His name is Liangliang!" Zhang Xingke said happily, "Illumination elf." Zhang Xingke held up this little thing, although it is not big, it has a high wattage, and the surrounding area is brightly illuminated and warm .

"Can you draw symbols?" Rong Zhen likes this a lot, it doesn't talk nonsense, and it's practical.

"No, this kind of elf is summoned by a spell, not the spell itself. It is much brighter than ordinary lighting spells, and mine was given by someone else." Seeing that Rong Zhen was interested, Zhang Xingke squeezed the little guy's body and released it. On his shoulders, bright and soft, like a jellybean, sitting obediently on the shoulders of his new friend.

"Liangliang doesn't recognize life, he's very good, but he's a bit timid." Zhang Xingke patted the little guy's head in satisfaction.

In this situation, Rong Zhen had an illusion, as if his parents were traveling with their baby.He shook his head, in such a tense situation, he had to be distracted, with Liang Liang on his shoulder, Teacher Rong led the way into the room.

There is nothing inside, not a single person, not a single ghost, as quiet as a chicken.

Rong Zhen looked at the locked room for the first time. The door was closed tightly as last time, and the inside was also pitch black, without any reflective points.

"Why is the little ghost gone!" Although Zhang Xingke was behind Rong Zhen, he was looking in a different direction from Teacher Rong. Following his direction, the strange ethnic-style hanging on the bedside disappeared.

Rong Zhen: "Isn't this thing trapped, can it run?"

Zhang Xingke shrank his shoulders, "Of course not, the things are fixed, otherwise the little devil will not find a home."

The weird situation became more and more warm.

The things at the head of the bed were taken away, and there seemed to be no one inside or outside the room, or they didn't find anyone.Rong Zhen's sense of uncertainty became serious, "Can you open this room?" He stretched out his hand, and Liangliang followed his shoulder to the hand, and walked to the front, illuminating the way for the two of them.

"This little guy likes you very much. He is usually the least courageous. I won't let him do anything!"

Zhang Xingke walked to the door in three steps and two steps, "Is there something wrong inside? I've turned it on, and there is no ghost in this room." He pressed the door handle, but it was still locked. His ancestral craft.

"I vaguely saw a pair of eyes in it last time." Rong Zhen spoke calmly here.

Hearing this, Zhang Xingke slipped open the door and fell in.

"Kang kuang tangtang..." Zhang Xingke fell on a pile of things, "What the hell is this, it's so hard." Big brother Zhang grinned when he fell.

"Paint." Standing in front of him, Rong Zhen stretched out his hand rarely, and gave him a hand.

"What?" Young Master Zhang suspected that he had heard wrong.

"painting."

Liangliang bent down in Rong Zhen's hand and silently laughed at Zhang Xingke, then held his head high, illuminating the small room brightly.

It turned out that there were oil paintings inside.

Many oil paintings were placed neatly on the ground, some of them were still wrapped in paper, and there were at least a few hundred of them.Rong Zhen looked at it for a while, and it was obvious that the styles were unified, and the colorful paintings hanging in the hall were made by one person, Mo Xiancong.

From this point of view, this is a storage room. In the room, there are piles of the actor's dreams since he was a child, and a bunch of not-so-good paintings.

Zhang Xingke patted the dirt on his body, got up and looked around, "This level is too low."

So I went to be an actor.

Rong Zhen didn't want to tell this cruel reality, so she looked at Zhang Xingke's painting just now. There was a huge eye in the painting, which seemed to be layered by various color blocks. After sitting through it, the whole painting is as usual, Mo Xiancong's special style.

It was the eyes I saw through the crack of the door that day, probably because of the distance and darkness that day, it looked very strange.

It turned out to be just a painting, Rong Zhen laughed at his intuition.

"No wonder it's piled up here. This thing can't be sold. It's so abstract. What the hell are you painting?" Zhang Xingke picked up a few paintings and threw them away while looking at them.

"Let's go." Since they are all paintings, there is no need to waste time here.

When Rong Zhen turned around, a painting in Zhang Xingke's hand successfully attracted Rong Zhen's attention, "Don't move." He said softly.

Zhang Xingke was going to throw the painting away to make a way out, but Rong Zhenyi said that he was stuck in place in a strange standing posture.Young master Zhang didn't know what was so special about the painting he picked up casually. Like a gymnast, he softly lifted the painting over his head, rubbed his waist, and tasted it, "Hey! This one can be seen to be WTF!"

What Zhang Xingke said is correct, this one is not abstract, it depicts a woman.

The woman has only one profile, combing her hair quietly in front of the mirror, her eyes are small, her nose is a bit sunken, her hair is very long, hanging on her thin silk pajama dress, Mo Xiancong is uncharacteristically not abstract this time, Very realistic.

This painting is very good, Rong Zhen thought in his heart, it is better than all the paintings just now, it has a kind of quiet beauty, it is a work with soul.

However, Teacher Rong's intuition still felt that something was wrong.

"This woman... looks familiar!" Zhang Xingke suddenly thought of something, grabbed Liang Liang from Rong Zhen's shoulder, and rummaged through the paintings in the room.

The little guy struggled in his hand, couldn't get out of his body, and looked at Rong Zhen in despair.

There are too many paintings in this warehouse, stacked back to back, Zhang Xingke took out one, no, put it back, back and forth, there are many of these paintings about this woman, there is no front, or it is a model, Or he has a very close relationship with Mo Xiancong.

Maybe an assistant?Rong Zhen thought of the little girl Nina with a thin waist and hips, the gap was a bit big.

Finally Zhang Xingke found the painting he was looking for, he lifted it up and handed it to Rong Zhen.

It is also a painting, and the woman in the painting is also painted by Mo Xiancong.

The woman is looking in the mirror.A woman sitting on a luxurious high chair and looking into the mirror with her back facing the picture, her face and body appeared in the mirror, her belly was slightly bulged, it was obvious that this woman was pregnant, standing beside her A man, none other than actor Mo Xiancong himself.

A person's name was written below, Tian Jing.

This time, not only Zhang Xingke recognized it, but Rong Zhen also recognized it. The woman in the painting was the living soul in the hospital.

Her name is Tian Jing.

"No wonder you came to him! They knew each other before, and they seem to have an unusual relationship."

Pregnant relationship.

Rong Zhen recalled that Zhao Yilong had been on Baidu. Legend has it that Mo Xiancong Keke's wife didn't even have a serious girlfriend for more than two months. How could there be such a pregnant "girlfriend"?

The expression on Zhang Xingke's face is exactly the same as that of Rong Zhen. Mo Xiancong, a client, has been cooperating with him for a long time since he became famous and rich. During the three or four years of cooperation, he has never heard of a pregnant wife.

So unless, this wife appeared before he became popular.

A terrifying idea occupied Zhang Xingke's body and mind, but the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it became.

"What's wrong?" Rong Zhen looked at the boss with a pale face.

"Our cooperation with Mo Xiancong was three or four years ago. He was already popular at that time. At that time, the old man told me that I was stupid and had a lot of money. Don't let it go. When we met, I felt that what the old man said was wrong. Many, people are not stupid, and they are quite shrewd, they are very good at using their brains, I personally... hate it."

Zhang Xingke didn't need to say this, Rong Zhen could tell.

"In addition to this little devil who doesn't know who raised him, I hate him even more, but I didn't think at the time why our family told him so many times to send this little devil away, but he didn't send it away? He It is already very popular, and the film is scheduled to be 30 years later, so it will not be overdone if you can get rid of your laurels, if you can get rid of the kid and eliminate the possibility of backlash, wouldn't the rest of your life be safer?"

Rong Zhen thought about it for a while, "Unless he can't send it away."

Zhang Xingke: "That's right, if you can't send him away, the kid who can't be sent away is very powerful. That's because the kid will definitely kill him if he is sent away."

Rong Zhen: "It's like having to trap the living soul in the hospital, because if the living soul comes out, it will kill him."

When these two things are combined, the answer is obvious.

The author has something to say: the wicked will be rewarded with evil! !