Raising ghosts is risky

The electric mosquito swatter went straight through the boy's body, knocked a glass into the air, and then hit the opposite wall.

ghost!

Xing Zhan jumped up like a cheetah, and with the sound of the glass breaking when it fell to the ground, he slapped the ceiling light on.

The room was brightly lit, and the glaring light almost blinded people, but Xing Zhan desperately opened his eyes wide, trying to see clearly.

What passed by was not an illusion, there was still a young man in scarlet clothes standing in the bright room.

The young man has exquisite facial features, Zhu Dan in his mouth, star-like eyes, wearing a scarlet Chinese-style robe, those who don’t know it may think he came out of the theater, but if his translucent body is ignored, he can be called a beautiful young man carved in jade However, there is still a little cinnabar red between his brows, which adds a touch of coquettishness to his handsomeness.

Xing Zhan panted heavily, staring at him firmly, and the young man also looked back at him with calm eyes.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and the young man spoke first: "You..."

"Wait!" Xing Zhan made a prohibitive gesture and pinched his thigh.

A little pain, not a dream!

"What are you!" Xing Zhan shouted.

The young man was stunned for a moment, with a dazed look on his face, but then he raised his eyebrows and smiled, with a hint of evil in his proud expression, which was not at all possessed by a young man.

"You're afraid of me." The boy said firmly.

"I'm afraid you're a ghost!" Xing Zhan realized something was wrong after scolding, isn't he a fucking ghost!

When I saw it for the first time, I was really scared out of my wits, but after all, he was a soldier and a bold man. After turning on the light, he calmed down. Looking at the young man, he didn't look like a ghost, but he was a little monster.

Xing Zhan walked around behind the boy from a distance, picked up the electric mosquito swatter, and poked him cautiously like a little urchin lighting a firecracker.

It doesn't feel like air is completely untouchable. The electric mosquito swatter pokes into the boy's face, more like touching a slightly viscous liquid, which feels a little stagnant.

He threw away the electric mosquito swatter and touched it with his hands. His hands directly passed through the boy's body, but it was a little cold and sticky.

Xing Zhan got excited, and enthusiastically touched the translucent boy from head to toe, pinching his face for a while, pulling his clothes for a while, and stirring his body back and forth with his hands.

The young man held back at first, but at the end he couldn't bear it anymore and looked sideways: "Have you touched enough?"

"Damn it, it's hell!" Xing Zhan slapped his thigh and cursed.

The boy straightened his clothes seriously, and snorted contemptuously.

"Are you a ghost? Why are you in my room!" Xing Zhan picked up the electric mosquito swatter and waved it around again.

The boy squinted at him, and his eyes fell on his coat.

Xing Zhan picked up his coat, squeezed it suspiciously, felt something hard in his pocket, took it out and saw it was the Kaiyuan Tongbao from the daytime.

"What's going on? Why is it in my pocket?" Xing Zhan glanced at the boy, thought for a while, and threw the copper money out of the window tentatively.

The copper coins flew out of the window and turned back without any external force, falling to his feet.

"It's useless, it's stained with your blood, and has a blood relationship with you, so you can't discard it."

Xing Zhan picked up the copper coin and pinched the two sides to break it.

"Stop!" The young man's clothes fluttered, and Xing Zhan was caught off guard by him and pushed back three steps.

"What do you mean you dare to fight with me? I warn you to stay away from me! I am a firm materialist!" Xing Zhan pointed the electric mosquito swatter at the boy's nose.

The boy didn't speak, and his expression was a little weird.

Xing Zhan came to his senses: "Could it be that you want to say that you live in a copper coin, but this copper coin is stained with my blood, so even if I throw it away, it will automatically run back, so you can't leave me?"

The boy nodded: "Exactly."

"Speak well, don't give me sour words!"

The young man raised his pretty face and stared at him coldly.

Xing Zhan felt that he was really good-looking, but it was a pity that he was a ghost.

He took a step back, the young man stood motionless on the spot, he took another step back, the young man's illusory body swayed, and he took another step back, as if an invisible force was pulling him, the young man couldn't control it, and flew directly towards Xing Xing. The war hit him.

Xing Zhan could even feel a little impact force: "What do you mean! What do you mean! You're still relying on me!"

The boy's pink face flushed: "I can't be too far away from you, the power of blood has connected us together."

Xing Zhan was going crazy: "What is connected, who wants to be connected with you!"

"Do you think I want to!"

Xing Zhan backed away a little, and the two kept a distance of one meter, and they lived in peace.Xing Zhan moved back in small steps, and when he moved to almost two meters, the boy flew towards him again and threw himself into his arms.

"You are enough!" Xing Zhan pushed the person away rudely, playing with the copper coins, "Are you a ghost or not?"

The young man was silent.

"Speak up, or I'll break this thing!" Xing Zhan threatened with a copper coin while waving an electric mosquito swatter with one hand.

"Based on your superficial understanding, just think of me as a ghost." This ghost was young and spoke loudly.

Xing Zhan squinted at him: "So, you are relying on me?"

The young man was cold-eyed again, and Xing Zhan waved the electric mosquito swatter and copper coins again.

"That's all for now." The young ghost sighed.

"You're not going to kill me, are you?" Xing Zhan asked vigilantly.

"What's the value of your murder?" The young man stared at his almond-shaped eyes, and said angrily, "If I hadn't been forced to do nothing and limited by what I live in, I wouldn't want to stay by your mortal side either!"

Xing Zhan is a person who is good at facing reality and adapting to changes. After thinking about it, he reluctantly accepted: "What's your name?"

The young man raised his head proudly: "Gong Mu."

Xing Zhan felt a little sleepy again after tossing around, and pointed to the chair in the room: "You can sit on whatever you want, I'm sleeping, and I warn you not to harm me while I'm sleeping! I'm a staunch atheist!"

Xing Zhan, a staunch materialist and atheist, turned off the light and lay back on the bed, closed his eyes for a while, then opened them again, and saw Gong Mu sticking at the head of his bed, staring straight at him.

Being stared at by ghosts in the dark feels very creepy.

"What are you doing!" Xing Zhan jumped up.

Gong Mu said inexplicably, "I didn't do anything."

"What are you doing standing beside my bed! Can't you just sit in the corner?"

Gong Mu said coldly, "I can't stay too far away from you."

Almost forgot about this, Xing Zhan looked up to the sky and sighed: "You also close your eyes and sleep for a while."

"I don't need sleep."

"Then you're going to watch me sleep all night?"

"Your sleeping posture is indecent."

Xing Zhan almost lost his breath, lying on the bed with his eyes closed, but the more he felt like this, the more he felt eyes sweeping over his body, and he couldn't fall asleep at all.

When he opened his eyes again, Gong Mu was still staring at him.

Xing Zhan let out a long sigh, and was simply turned over, covering his face with a blanket, but he was so hot that he couldn't breathe again after a while.

Do you have to sleep under the watchful eyes of the kid every night from now on?Xing Zhan felt a chill down his spine, and the road ahead was dark.As I thought about it, my sleepiness gradually became stronger, and I finally fell asleep.

Waking up early in the morning, the first thing I saw was Gong Mu's handsome pink face and his clear eyes.

Xing Zhan shuddered, remembering everything from last night.

"Morning." Xing Zhan yawned and got up lazily.

Gentle light came into the window, brightening the whole room, and Gong Mu's body looked more transparent.

"Aren't you afraid of light?" Xing Zhan wondered.

"Don't underestimate people, I'm not an ordinary ghost."

Xing Zhan sneered and went into the bathroom to freshen up.

The first thing he does when he wakes up every day is naturally to clean his bowels, but he felt something was wrong when he took off half of his pants. When he turned his head, he saw Gong Mu sticking tightly behind his buttocks.

Xing Zhan got goosebumps all over his body, Gong Mu looked back with a clear face.

Forget it, they're all men, even though one is a man and the other is a male ghost, there's nothing to be shy about, right?

Xing Zhan comforted himself, took off his trousers and sat on the toilet, just about to use his strength, he met Gong Mu's dark eyes.

Xing Zhan felt very uncomfortable when he was discouraged and couldn't pull it out.

"Stay away from me!" Xing Zhan scolded.

Gong Mu rolled his eyes and leaned back as much as possible.But the bathroom was too small, only a few square meters in total, and Gong Mu couldn't walk too far, so half of his body was inside, and half of his body was stuck in the wall, not to mention how weird the scene was.

Xing Zhan sighed: "Forget it, forget it, don't put yourself in the wall, I feel awkward."

Gong Mu retreated from the wall with an expression of "mortals are really troublesome".

Xing Zhan was planning to defecate, and after thinking about it, he suddenly felt very wronged, and felt that this day would not be able to pass: "Is there no other way for you? Have you ever considered the feeling that someone will watch me when I poop?"

Gong Mu was also very wronged: "Have you considered how I feel when I am forced to watch someone shit?"

Xing Zhan was completely speechless, and drew a circle with his fingers: "Turn around."

Gong Mu turned his back, Xing Zhan exerted himself.

With a puff, Xing Zhan breathed a sigh of relief, but saw that Gong Mu's shoulders shrugged obviously, and his buttocks tightened uncontrollably, and he couldn't pull it out anymore.

After finishing a series of tasks in the morning with difficulty, Xing Zhan walked out of the room.

The girls from the tea shop came to the shop one after another and started a new day of work. Although Gong Mu repeatedly stated that ordinary people could not see him, Xing Zhan was still a little worried.

He grabbed the younger sister and asked, "Do you see any difference in me today?"

The little girl looked left and right, and found no difference except that his eyes were dark and dark: "Brother Zhan, do you miss spring?"

Xing Zhan waved his hand.

There were not many customers in the morning, and the business was bleak.

"Where's Uncle Zhao? I haven't seen him in the past few days." Xing Zhan asked the cashier girl.

Uncle Zhao is an old man who lives nearby. Every morning after going to the park to exercise, he would come to the tea house to drink a pot of tea.

The younger sister said: "I heard that Uncle Zhao is ill, and he is still very ill."

"Oh, did the yellow-haired money come?"

Huang Mao is an idler. A few days ago, he had a disagreement with others in the tea house and smashed several things in the tea house.

"No, that kind of person can't get money so easily."

"Okay, if he doesn't pay in a few days, I'll come to ask for the debt." Xing Zhan rolled up his sleeves, he wasn't afraid of little hooligans.

Xing Zhan was a little worried. He had bad luck recently, his business was bad for no reason, and then he encountered some money-losing incidents. If this continues, the little money he just earned will be lost again.

Want some promotions?Xing Zhan thought wildly.

Gong Mu looked at his side face without saying a word, turning his eyes to the gate from time to time.