[Quick Transmigration] Cannon Fodder Counterattack

Since that day, Rong Jing and Yi Wenxuan are like the most familiar strangers. They always greet each other in a polite and courteous manner. They no longer have the initial intimacy. There is also a distance of 1.2 meters between them. .

Duncan, a master of American psychology, said that 1.2 meters is a safe distance between people.Unless it is someone you particularly trust, know or be close to, whether it is talking or other communication, beyond this distance will make you feel insecure.And 120-360cm is used for occasions dealing with non-personal things, such as general social activities, or when handling things in the office.

Time passed by gradually, although there was nothing abnormal about Rong Jing on the surface, but in the dead of night, there would always be chaos surging in Rong Jing's eyes, and half of his face was covered with runes.And Yi Wenxuan always rolls to the left side when sleeping, and then rolls out of bed until the next day to find out...

Half a month later, there was a murder case in City B, from wealthy nobles to beggars, none of them escaped, and there was no pattern of death, as if the murderer acted at will.This case immediately made the police put on a sad face. Even if Fang Wenjin knew that this was not done by humans, he still couldn't find the murderer.The murder case this time was exactly the same as the previous unsolved case in S City, the difference was that this time there was not even a trace of breath left, even if Fang Wenjin wanted to investigate it, he couldn't find it.

When the clock struck midnight, Rong Jing came out of Yi Wenxuan's house again, and appeared in City B in a flash.After a few flashes, he came to a place that radiated blood.Following the bloody light, he saw a middle-aged man who looked gentle and amiable.If Rong Jing hadn't seen the thick blood on this person, no one would have thought that such a very upright and gentle person would be a cruel and violent person.

There was also a beautiful woman lying beside the man, with a sweet smile on her face, she shrank into the man's arms, her hands outside the quilt looked so delicate and white.Different from Rong Jing's paleness, hers is a real pink with vitality.

Rong Jing leaned over slowly, and lightly bit the man's neck, streams of white air flowed from the place where the man was bitten into Rong Jing's mouth, and the crazy obsession on Rong Jing's face gradually faded, replaced by plainness.

Taking her last breath, Rong Jing didn't even look at the person who had lost her breathing and heartbeat, and teleported directly to the door of the house, Shi Shiran passed through the wall.Pausing at the door of the bedroom, seeing that Yi Wenxuan was sleeping soundly, he retreated to the living room, picked up the menu and studied it carefully under the moonlight.

On the second day, a famous professor in City B died at home with a peaceful face, but his wife who was sleeping next to him failed to find the murderer.

Time never stops, in the blink of an eye, a week flies by.And this week, Yi Wenxuan didn't do nothing. He went to City B to have a look, and then received an invitation to a Taoist priest's party from his elder brother Fang Wenjin.

——Although Maoshan is orthodox in ghost hunting in the world, other large and small ghost hunting factions do not exist, and there have been a few amazing and brilliant characters in those factions. Its strength cannot be underestimated.

"Rong Jing, I'm going to a party tonight. I don't need to prepare dinner. I don't think I'll be back until very late." After tying his tie in the mirror, Yi Wenxuan casually said something to Rong Jing, put on his leather shoes and left .

Rong Jing watched him leave, then turned on the TV and stared at it in a daze.Fingers climbed up his face little by little, rubbing his lips, thinking about the warm touch he felt, it was a completely different feeling from his coldness, warm and soft...

With a chuckle, Rong Jing leaned back on the sofa, dazed.

Ghosts don't have tears, and they will never shed even a single tear, even if the despair and misery in their hearts are overflowing at this moment.They have no tears, no body heat, and never will.

The second hand was ticking, and the minute hand was going round and round. When the hour hand pointed to three o'clock in the morning, Rong Jing left directly, following the breath left by Yi Wenxuan to catch up - I would never feel at ease if I didn't look at it... ...The fighting power of the little Taoist priest is really poor, what should I do if I encounter something unclean?When he first came, there was a ghost wandering in front of the little Taoist's house, hesitating whether to attack Yi Wenxuan.

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In the private room of the hotel, Yi Wenxuan sat on the sofa and smirked, his whole face was flushed, his eyes were full of mist, he looked very cute, but no matter what others said, he didn't respond at all, he just smiled at this person.Several people nearby exchanged glances, walked over to help the little Taoist up, and walked to the lounge next door.

In the lounge, there was a doctor in a white coat staying there. When he saw Yi Wenxuan being brought in, he immediately took out the anesthetic from the medical box and injected it into Yi Wenxuan's face.

After disinfecting the surgical tools with alcohol, the doctor put on gloves, covered his hair, and picked up a scalpel to perform minor eye surgery on Yi Wenxuan.

As soon as the scalpel was put on, the lights in the room went out with a "snap".The doctor put away the knife calmly, frowned and said, "Who can turn on the light?" How would he operate without a light?This group of people is also real. They asked him to come for surgery but turned off the lights.

"Can't turn it on! The light is broken!" Someone replied, holding the mahogany sword in his hand.

——How can the mahogany swords they use be as good as those used by Yi Wenxuan? The mahogany sword used by Yi Wenxuan is made of a thousand-year-old mahogany heart, and the wood heart is still the remaining part after being struck by lightning. The power of thunder and lightning can restrain ghosts far beyond imagination.Although Rong Jing was not afraid, she still avoided the mahogany sword on weekdays.

"Something is coming! Everyone be careful!" Another person yelled and stabbed the mahogany sword forward.

With a cold snort, the mahogany sword was broken in an instant. The man turned pale with fright and wanted to back away, but something bit his neck, frantically devouring the yang energy in his body, and he could only act as if he had suffered from epilepsy. She kept trembling, and then stared wide-eyed with endless fear, unwilling to die.

"This thing is too fierce, bring him here!" Someone issued an order, and at the same time threw a stack of talisman papers at the thing.

Hurrying over, what he saw was that Yi Wenxuan was about to undergo eye surgery to destroy the yin and yang eyes. Rong Jing's mood was already unstable, and this scene stimulated him even more. After being on Yi Wenxuan's neck, he went berserk instantly, killing everyone in the room except Yi Wenxuan to seize Yang Qi.

When he woke up, he was hugging Yi Wenxuan and kneeling on the ground, and Yi Wenxuan was sleeping soundly in his arms, ignorant of everything outside.

With a low sigh, he directly picked up Yi Wenxuan and led them away.

——I still don’t want the little Taoist to know what happened here...

Looking back at the group of people, a mocking and cold smile escaped Rong Jing's lips.If he wants to turn Wen Xuan's yin and yang eyes into a command to attract ghosts, it depends on whether he agrees or not!The yin and yang eyes that ruined Wenxuan caused Wenxuan to be killed by ghosts, but he himself was not involved in killing evil, so he could still eliminate harm for the people?Hmph, dreaming!