Those days of fighting for the male lead with the winners in life [Quick Transmigration]

The client was introducing the situation tremblingly, when the artist lying in the corner suddenly opened his eyes!

Those eyes shone like a living person, resentful, cold, and slightly invisible joy.At the same time he opened his eyes, a gust of wind blew from the back of the corridor, and stopped his backing steps. Shaofeng hugged tomorrow and squeezed towards him, wishing he could roll into his arms, and cried out in a broken voice: "Siming! Siming is awake..."

Shao Zongyan pulled him away violently, turned around, let go of the flashlight in his hand, and drew the knife with his backhand to slash at the cold wind. A bloody red line lit up on the blade of the chopping scimitar, cutting the cold wind in two.

A thin and sharp whistle sounded in the air, as if blood was dripping in the darkness, one drop after another, the thick shadow cast by the light of the flashlight distorted a few times, and finally disappeared together with the ghostly aura.Shao Zongyan held the customer by the hand holding the seafood, picked the tip of the knife on the falling flashlight, and then picked it firmly on the tip of the knife. The bright light circled around the door and shot to the corner again, shining on Yu Si Ming's bleak and weird smile.

His mouth also grinned at some point, his blood-washed snow-white teeth moved up and down, showing a tricky smile, and said to tomorrow word by word: "You. Still. Will. Come back. Come."

Shao Daozhang flicked the tip of the knife, and a burst of knife air buzzed from the tip of the knife, splitting the air-conditioning indoor unit on the top of his head, and smashing it down to cover Yu Siming's face.

"He... is he talking to me?" The three of them slowly came to their senses tomorrow after they left the living room, grabbed Shao Zongyan's arm and asked nervously: "He opened his eyes just now, and he was indeed staring at me... Sure enough, it's my turn next? Yu Siming, Wang Dao, Zheng Yuan..."

He muttered the name of the person who died before, and held the life-saving umbrella with all his strength, so that the knuckles of his knuckles were raised high, almost protruding from the skin on the back of his hand.Shaofeng next to him was so frightened that he almost went crazy, he grabbed Taoist Shao by the collar and asked, "Why didn't you cut him off! Is your knife a magic tool that can kill ghosts? Why didn't you cut off Yu Siming? If he did it again Resurrected, come out to find us again!"

no, do not want!

I would rather let him reappear with a complete body than see a ghost with the upper body crawling out first and the lower body following behind; or a body split from the midline, each hanging to the sides, and the two halves opening their mouths together Co-talking ghosts!

Daoist Shao himself was also in a state of confusion, but thanks to Yan Hanjiang who crawled up his arms to his chest muscles, rubbed his cold body against his heart, and injected spiritual energy to sort out his meridians, he seemed calmer.

As soon as he calmed down, he thought that the two of them couldn't stand any more stimulation, so he naturally didn't want to mention how Yu Siming would be chased out, so he held Tuoyan Hanjiang's little butt through his robe, and watched calmly. Looking at them, he comforted: "The police will come after dawn, and I will definitely leave this place. When the time comes, it will be found that his body was stabbed with a knife. How do you explain it?"

Players of the rescue travel version just pull people away anyway, without so many scruples, but the players who want to stay in this world are different - there are a few who can easily leave their belongings and jobs like Tang Yu back then , You can leave if you say you can leave?

His calm and calm attitude also infected the two of them.Shaofeng panted heavily and slowly calmed down. Although he still seemed hesitant to speak, Daoist Shao pretended not to be able to see, raised his chopping knife and slashed around the two of them, cutting off any evil that might be lying on them. because.When it reached the client's shoulder, there was a scream not far away, and a dark wind blew through the corridor, and more people could be faintly heard crying through the door panel.

Shao Zongyan took a flashlight and saw a man tied across the floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa, with his upper body outside the window and his lower body inside the window.The blood was wet and dragged all over the floor, but the upper body of the man who was stuck outside turned around and pressed against the window, his eyes were about to bulge out of their sockets, and he stared at them stiffly with a bit of hatred.

"Director Wang!" Ming Ming cried out in grief, clenched his hands into fists, trembling all over, and stood beside Shao Zongyan looking at the corpse.Shaofeng shrank behind him, and once again saw the corpse grinning and talking.

"No. People. Can. Leave. Open. Here."

"They've turned into ghosts! They've all turned into ghosts! He's talking about us, everyone who dies will turn into ghosts, and we can't leave this place anymore! Ahhh—" Shaofeng frightened his hands He grabbed his hair and ran out. He hurriedly grabbed his clothes tomorrow, but he didn't expect that his strength suddenly became much stronger, and he almost pulled him over.

However, Shao Zongyan was attracted by the corpse, took out the deformed pressure cooker, drew a beautiful short arc in the air with his right hand, and threw the pot out like a bowling ball.The pot was covered with a thick aura, smashed the window, and crashed into the outside yard with the strangely deformed corpse.

"Can't leave this place? I'll let you try yourself and can't leave this place!" The extreme fear turned into anger, and then turned into the urge to do something.After throwing away the pressure cooker, the fear in Shao Zongyan's heart seemed to be thrown out together, and he turned around to catch the client who wanted to run away after his colleagues.

A cold light flashed in the depths of the corridor, and the decorative painting on the wall floated into the air, and slashed at Shaofeng's neck like an axe.

Just as Shao Zongyan threw away the pressure cooker, he smashed the strong flashlight as a hidden weapon.The flashlight spun a few times in the air before landing on the painting. The light swept across the darkness 360 degrees, faintly revealing a pale but handsome face.

Both the client and his colleagues are mortals, unable to distinguish the human form in such a short period of time, but Taoist Shao was very sure that he was right, and released his spiritual sense on the spot to confirm.But the dark and turbid aura around him was like a quagmire to his spiritual consciousness. It was not only difficult to probe out to check the surrounding situation, but also some evil thoughts invaded his mind along the spiritual consciousness.

Hatred - the biggest idea here is the hatred for the living, the desire to kill, and the most strange... desire.Not the human kind, but the obsession to keep "someone" with you forever.

And that so-and-so——Shao ​​Daochang squinted at the customer, and quickly counted with his fingers holding the seafood bag.

Perhaps Xuan Lianzong's fortune-telling technique was originally a pseudoscience, and he couldn't figure out the cause and effect of this client with a ghost, which would make the other party have such an obsession to keep him.He shook his head, immediately cut off his spiritual consciousness, and used his kung fu to resist evil spirits. Yan Hanjiang also slowly crawled out from his neckline, pressed against his lips and took a deep breath, sucking out the evil spirits and burning them into a mass of ashes.

There was still a person lying in the corridor who didn't know his life or death. When it wasn't time to think about cause and effect, Shao Zongyan pressed the question first, told the client to hold on to the umbrella firmly, and floated to the place where Shaofeng fell with his knife.

He seemed to have fainted from fright this time, and finally stopped screaming in surprise.It's a pity that the flashlight is broken. I picked it up and tried to switch it on and off a few times, but it still didn't light up. With Shao Zongyan's electrician level, it couldn't be repaired no matter what.He simply stopped fiddling with the thing, and looked intently at the good fortune silk around Shaofeng's body, then lifted the person on his shoulder, turned around and flew back to the client.

"Is Shaofeng all right?" Tomorrow, clutching the umbrella handle tightly, looking at his colleague who was casually placed on his shoulder, he asked worriedly.The customer service guy’s attitude towards customers is always like spring breeze and rain. He even smiled in the darkness, held his wrist and said, “Everything will be fine. Let’s meet up with other people first. You can go out even if the house is demolished.”

While talking, he spotted a solid wooden door, raised his right leg slightly, and kicked the door lock.

The entire wooden board with the door lock shattered with a "bang", and a large door panel was opened towards the room. The furniture blocking the door in the room was pushed away by this blow, and there was a clanging sound.

The door opened, and the warm yellow candlelight came out, and there was a mess of screams, there were men and women, and at the same time, a sharp wind flew out from the middle of the open door.Shao Zongyan slashed the knife with his right hand, picked up the flying kitchen knife, and the seafood bag on his wrist rattled, and salty water dripped from the black plastic bag, looking at it under the dark candlelight. , is also terrifying.

However, the dim candlelight illuminated his face at the same time.

Looking at the beauty under the lamp is more beautiful than in the daytime.Even though he still has long wet hair and a priestly robe that no one wears in this era, he just kicked open the door of this room and broke the barrier of their psychological security...but seeing his face softened by candlelight The imposing manner had faded, and the bright and beautiful face that appeared to be more amorous, suddenly felt soft, and the weapon in his hand was unconsciously lowered.

Shao Zongyan took their faces into his eyes one by one, and after counting the number of people, he frowned and asked, "All of your people are here? Where are the others?"

There were only five or six people in the room, both men and women, almost all of them were glamorous and beautiful, but they were all in a mess.Some of them were covered with blood, and some of their long skirts were torn. The only thing they had in common was their frightened demeanor.Even when they were staring at him, those people were tightly holding crude weapons such as kitchen knives and chair legs, as if they were about to use them to fight in the next moment.

Tomorrow, I was afraid that my colleagues and the artists who came to the show would be frightened, so I hurriedly said: "This is the rescue expert who came to save us, everyone, don't be afraid, we will leave this ghost place soon!"

Before the words were finished, a cloudy wind blew in from outside the door, and the candles in the room flickered immediately, and the light of the fire was almost blown out by the wind.Shao Zongyan threw down Shaofeng, and took the Zhanyun Dao to slash in the wind. The bright red lines on the blade were activated by spiritual energy, and danced enchantingly on the snow-white blade, scaring the group of people into hugging and screaming.

Wanting to go over to comfort them tomorrow, a female artist suddenly pointed at him and said, "Don't come over! Don't move! There are... one more person... I just counted, why... why did it become ten people... ..."

There were obviously only six people in the room just now, plus Mingming and the rescue experts who just entered the door, and Shaofeng who was left by him and was lying on the ground now, there should be nine people in the room, she counted how could there be ten people ?

She shrank back towards the empty coffee table in the middle, and looked again at the faces half hidden in the shadows.The artists who were originally gathered together were also quite frightened, some shrank away where no one was around, and some wanted to get closer to their companions, so they reached out and hugged the arms next to them.And those who were touched screamed in panic, afraid that the one who hugged them was not a human being.

Shao Zongyan yelled "Don't move", then took out a windproof match from his arms and lit it. The flame was five or six centimeters long, and the bright light immediately replaced the shaking candles, illuminating the faces of everyone in the room.He took out a solid alcohol lamp and lit it. The light was bright and warm enough to make ordinary humans feel extremely at ease. It also illuminated the existence that was mixed among humans and did not belong to humans.

The man was wearing clothes similar to those of other artists, but his face was light blue, his smile was stiff and weird, and he said in a rustling sound like the wind blowing: "You can't save them, and you can't leave here..."

Before he finished speaking, the chandelier on the ceiling of the room fell on the female artist who was huddled by the tea table.Tomorrow screamed: "Sister Zhou", holding an umbrella and wanted to rush up.Shao Zongyan reacted much faster than him, kicked the coffee table up to block the chandelier, hooked the female artist's feet with a plastic strap, and dragged her out from under the lamp.

The smile on the face of the blue-faced male ghost disappeared, and turned into a kind of unwilling anger, staring at him and saying: "Midget your own business! Tian Na wants to stay with me!"

Everyone under the threat of ghosts couldn't help looking at them, and murmured in a low voice: "It turns out that Lin Ge really dated Sister Tian Na..."

The female artist desperately grabbed Shao Zongyan, shook her head and cried, "No, no, no, I don't want to stay. Lin Yu and I just had a few meals for the promotion of the movie. It's just speculation. Brother, you must Save me, let me be your girlfriend, okay..."

There was another gust of wind blowing in from outside the door, and the flame of the alcohol lamp, which was burning steadily, suddenly flickered.The fireworks in the room were flickering, and the swaying shadows seemed to be shaking like countless ghosts. Everyone in the room was about to collapse in fright, and ran desperately towards the only safe place—the rescue expert who had just saved Zhou Tianna.

But tomorrow, holding an umbrella that can drive ghosts in his hand, he doesn't need protection so much, so he took the initiative to close the door, and blocked it with an umbrella to prevent the wind from blowing in again.

Shao Zongyan's slender figure was wrapped in layers, and from his angle, only a little hair could be seen.Everyone squeezed towards him desperately, and at the same time kept pushing the people they were fighting with out of the circle. During the dispute, the usual best friend and the director who had the grace to support him could not take care of it. All he asks for is the person beside him who can save his life.

And the number of people surrounded by the circle is also changing from time to time, how many people there are can't be counted.

Tomorrow was counting dizzily, and a low voice suddenly came from my ear: "Don't you think it's ugly to see them like this? That person came here to save you, but now he's surrounded by them and squeezes you instead." At such a dangerous door."

He looked back suddenly, only to find that Shaofeng, who was lying at his feet just now, got up at some point, with a faint smile on his face, leaning against the door and talking to him in a low voice.

Tomorrow, I moved the umbrella over there and told him to come and stay with me under the umbrella.But Shaofeng stepped back with the movement of the umbrella, with a strange smile on his face: "He gave it to you, you can hold it. I can't run into ghosts here, look, Aren't they all there?"

Tomorrow, I felt that his attitude was a little weird, but I still looked in the direction of his finger——there were layers of black phantoms wriggling around Shao Zongyan, and the originally bright alcohol lamp flame suddenly went out as if being pinched by someone. The room was instantly plunged into darkness.

In the darkness, he felt a strong rush from behind, his whole body staggered, and the fish-scale umbrella in his hand slipped due to sweat.He felt that the temperature in the whole room dropped several degrees immediately, and the wind was piercing through his bones. He wanted to pick up the umbrella again, but it seemed that someone was holding him from behind, and he couldn't move his whole body. Something icy slipped past him. Cheek, sighed in his ear: "A-Ning, you have finally returned to my side."

What, Ah Ning, brother ghost, you have mistaken the person!Tomorrow, my teeth are chattering, I desperately reach out to touch the umbrella, I move my mouth when I can't move, trying to squeeze out a scream from my throat: "Brother Shao, save me—"

He tried his best to call for help, but his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make it out.That cold person dragged him out, but no one could see him in the darkness—maybe even if the light was restored, Shao Zongyan, who was surrounded by so many people, would not be able to save him in time.

The ghost next to him can break his neck with just a little effort.

No matter how awesome the customer service is, he can't put his lost head back... He is like a drowning man, his mind is filled with a large piece of cold and desperate sea water, and he can only close his eyes and feel his body being dragged towards him. outside the door.

At his most desperate moment, the whole room suddenly lit up.

It wasn't the brightening of the alcohol lamp, but that they suddenly moved from this room to a bright and bright stage.Countless spotlights hung from the high ceiling, shining on a stage that was more luxurious than the biggest theater he had ever seen.There was a handsome man and woman sitting on the stage, and between them stood a beautiful young man in white clothes that was more dazzling than the lights; the audience seats were dark and stretched for an unknown distance, and the seats were full of dignified, beautiful, temperamental people. Absolutely, even the artists they invited would feel ashamed of the audience after seeing them.

And his body was hanging on the edge of the stage, with his head slightly turned back, as if a layer of membrane had been pierced through, and half of the light in the membrane could not come out, and it was still that desperately dark world.

But the strength that was pulling him disappeared.When this seemingly vast but actually limited stage appeared, the coldness surrounding him completely disappeared. Shao Zongyan also got away from the crowd at some point, walked up to him, and stretched out the one that had redeemed him once. hand.

When he was caught by that hand, a warm breath flowed into his body along the fingertips, and the ability to move and speak came back.He held Shao Zongyan's hand tightly, and his whole body couldn't help sticking to it, and asked with a bit of luck for the rest of his life: "How did you find me..."

Shao Zongyan patted him on the shoulder lightly and comforted him, "I came here to save you, who else would I look at if I didn't look at you? You are the only customer I am responsible for."

The bag containing the seafood swayed with his hands, and patted Ming Ming's waist lightly. The wet and cold bag wet his clothes, and he was not afraid at all, but felt the shells slapped on his back. It feels so reassuring.