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

Suddenly there was a loud bang, the heavy ceiling slammed down, smoke and dust were everywhere, and the sound of the earth shaking did not stop until a long time later.When Mi Fen was completely dusted, only tomorrow was left squatting in the ruins with an umbrella.

In fact, it was not that he was holding an umbrella, but that after the umbrella was smashed by the cement brick above his head, the umbrella surface was still obliquely covering his head, blocking the large piece of the ceiling that fell down for him, and then it was covered by the cement brick. The block fell on his head.

He clenched the umbrella again, stood up slowly, and looked at the ground that was almost flattened around him.The circular light mirror that Shao Zongyan gave him was also hit by the first falling rock and fell to the ground. I don’t know if it was broken or buried under the masonry. The room that was bright just now fell into darkness again, dark, cold, Horror—the sobbing ghost cries approaching him step by step, the dim light flickers in the courtyard in the distance, and faces full of hatred change in the darkness.

He took a step towards the direction where Shao Zongyan was before the ceiling fell, and when the gravel slipped under his feet, he lost his balance and fell to his knees on the rocky mountain.

When he was being hunted down in the building, what he thought about was how to survive.But now everyone was buried under the cement slab, and he was the only one who survived by relying on the scale umbrella Shao Zongyan gave him, but he wished that he would be buried under the same head as those people.

"As I said, you can't leave this house. Aning, you will definitely come back, to my side, this is destined." The voice that once whispered in his ear in the dark It rang again, and looked up tomorrow, only to see Shaofeng's face appearing outside the fish scale umbrella, with joy that he couldn't understand, he stretched out his hand and tried to touch his face.

But just reaching out to the range protected by the scale umbrella, the hand seemed to be scalded by something, emitting scorched smoke, and immediately retracted it.

But there was still a smile on that face, because of the stiff muscles, the smile was a little fake, and the words were very forceful: "Put down that umbrella, Aning, even if you hold it, you can't leave this yard... You will come back to me, this is your destiny."

"It wasn't me who brought them here, it was you. Aning, it was you who brought these people into our house. It was you who subconsciously influenced these people. It was you...although you don't remember, but Instinctively want to come back here, come back to me." He smiled and lowered his body towards tomorrow, tracing his face from the air, and asked: "You are the same as me, Aning, these people are all because of us. Both of them died, you see, their spirits are watching us."

With a flick of his hand in the air, the twirling figures in front of him tomorrow revealed their appearance in life.Director, producer, cameraman... just lost the vitality of his life, and his eyes were full of vain hatred.

Tomorrow's teeth were chattering, and the hand holding the umbrella became limp, shaking his head desperately: "Impossible, this planning is done by the deputy director, I don't want to do this kind of damn program at all... We are both colleagues, if you say that we are not as familiar as you and Lao Qian, Tian Na is still your idol, I don't understand why you suddenly want to kill them for me?"

He gripped the handle of the umbrella tightly, half kneeling on the ground and looking up at Shaofeng, his mind was still calm, and he recalled every detail of the two from their acquaintance to the present...

But no matter how you recall, the two of them are also ordinary colleagues!An executive director and a cameraman have indeed collaborated on several programs, but what about promises and feelings... there must be no!The two of them basically have no communication other than work, except for going out for dinner and playing ball with their colleagues, okay?

When he re-examined this colleague with the eyes of a neuropathy, Shaofeng also looked at him with a very affectionate look: "Don't you remember? You died in this house 80 years ago ...Here, it is the place where I am standing now."

Eighty, 80 years ago... I haven't lived to be 28 in my life, and you gave me support as soon as you opened your mouth?Tomorrow, my legs went limp, and I really knelt down. My knees were hurt by the bricks and stones on the ground, but my mind suddenly flashed the history of this haunted house that I had found before: "You mean... I am the writer Ding Wu who died in this house 80 years ago? He... By the way, his original name was Yu Ning! But didn’t he commit suicide by jumping off the building? Don’t tell me you have a deep hatred with him, and you still feel that you let him die? It doesn’t count, you won’t let it go after reincarnation? Then you might as well flog the corpse on the spot, it’s been 80 years, and I’m not the same person as before, do you still feel pleasure when you get revenge?”

He had studied the materials of all the dead in this building for the program, but from the articles and historical materials left by the writer, it can be seen that he was a person with a rather low-key personality and did not make any enemies.Moreover, his parents passed away at an early age, leaving him a considerable amount of property, no financial disputes with others, no insinuation of contemporary authors in the articles he wrote, and there seemed to be no emotional problems worth killing...

But his death is worthy of conspiracy theory.

During the few years before his death, he seemed to be suffering from depression, and he also had some problems with his legs and feet. He was locked in this house and refused to see anyone, and he stopped writing. Only a friend he knew in the early years has been looking after him.But when he died, he opened the window and jumped from the third floor while no one was prepared. He fell headfirst on the asphalt road below and threw his brains out on the spot.

It is not easy to fall so accurately.Some experts analyzed that his legs and feet were not good at the time, and he couldn't fall so accurately by himself, so it was very likely that he was thrown down by his enemies.He didn't pay attention to this statement before, but judging from the hatred value of this ghost in front of him, this statement is quite reasonable!There must be hatred between these two people for killing their father and taking away their wives, so that they can not let them go until they are reincarnated!

But having said that, shouldn't it be this kind of suicidal and hostile person who generally turns into a ghost?How come the dead are reincarnated properly, but the murderers become ghosts in other people's homes?He stared nervously at the ghost on the opposite side, waiting for him to explode with resentment and solve the mystery of the famous writer's death.

"Why do you think so, Ah Ning. If I really hate you, it's because you were so cruel back then, you left me without even saying a word. I wished I could put your bones Burned, eaten, so that you can't be reincarnated forever, you can only stay with me. But then I slowly figured it out, it was I who pushed you too hard, so you insisted on leaving me, right? I am willing to admit my mistake to you, and I will never lock you in the room again, won't stop you from writing, and won't break your leg again..."

His voice became deeper and deeper, and he looked at tomorrow with deep joy and nostalgia, his pale face, his belly bulging from junk food, and the dark circles under his eyes that often stayed up late, and his expression was gentle, As if looking at a peerless beauty.

Tomorrow, I only felt chills in my bones, so I avoided him—especially the eyes of those colleagues who died for him, and lowered my head and asked, "Didn't you figure it out, why are you killing me again now?" What about these people? My colleagues, and so many residents and employees in the past, they provoke you, why do you kill them!"

And the customer service who almost rescued him from the sky when he was most fearful and helpless.If the other party hadn't given him the umbrella, he would be the one buried under the cement instead of the customer service!

That person had never met him before, and he put his life on him just for a game that he couldn't play at all...

"How are they worthy of living in your house!" The man outside the umbrella showed a ferocious face for a moment, suppressed his anger when he saw his terrified face, and said softly: "These people live in our house, disturbing you!" What I miss about you is that you deserve to die. I don’t want to hurt you, but I just want you to come back and let’s be together again. If you don’t believe me, let me show you our bones? They were buried together, and the two bones were broken up and reassembled, and I asked Mr. Yin Yang to do the trick, and if you are summoned by this bone, no matter where you go, come back and reunite with me."

His voice is getting deeper and deeper, it looks extraordinarily gloomy in this night, and it seems to have a kind of charm, which makes people think that what he said is true, and they unconsciously abandon their ability to think and switch to being like him. consistent thinking.

Kneeling on the concrete slab tomorrow, watching Zhang Shaofeng's corpse gradually change, turning into a handsome and elegant young man with a half-length parted hair unique to the old days.The man looked at him intently and tenderly, and stretched out his hand towards him. When his fingertips touched the space covered by the umbrella, they were scorched and melted like a plastic stick inserted into a switch, dripping strings of black blood.But he himself continued to push his hand under the umbrella as if he didn't feel anything, as if he didn't care what this body would become as long as he could touch him.

so affectionate.

Tomorrow seems to be in another time and space in a trance, in a spacious hall, he is sitting by the window reading, the door is pushed open, and the person opposite comes in with his top hat off and smiles at him.

That smile overlapped with the one in front of him, like a stream of clear water pouring into his heart, and he couldn't help but return the same smile.But just as the corner of his mouth was raised, it suddenly occurred to him that the person who acted affectionately used the corpse of the person killed by him, and there were even more bones standing under his feet, and the umbrella that hurt his finger was also the person he killed left.

Such a person, no, such a ghost deserves to talk about affection?

Tomorrow's eyes flickered slightly, his fingers pressed on the switch of the umbrella handle, and there was a light click, the umbrella surface shrunk a circle, the silk surface made of fish scales was slightly wrinkled, and the space that could be protected was much smaller.With one hand, he grasped the lower nest that supported the ribs to slide up and down, tentatively exposing part of his skin to the air, and said slowly: "You are the one written in the book, Ding Wu's friend? I seem to see you just now The door of the room smiled at me...can you tell me what the house upstairs looks like? Is it the one I imagined..."

While talking casually, he slowly closed the umbrella. "Shaofeng" finally touched his body with his cold hands, and said with a smile, "You mean the bedroom on the third floor? I wanted to show you that room, which I specially arranged for you, beside the balcony. It’s a rocking chair, and you like to sit on it and read a book. When I come here to see you, you always smile at me and point to the herbal tea on the table for me to drink..."

The umbrella got smaller and smaller, and the man was gradually immersed in his memory, and said sadly: "Later you told me to study abroad, to see that advanced country with your own eyes, and to see that foreign writer you admired. But how can that work? How can I let you leave me so far... You say you will leave, I have paid so much for you, do you not care at all? "

He put his hand on tomorrow's shoulder, pinching his face with one hand and lifting it up, with a faint sternness flashing in his eyes, as if he was going to break his bones in the next moment.However, tomorrow he endured this fear, wrapped the umbrella completely, looked up into his eyes, and asked the last question: "Tell me, what's your name."

Li Gui, who had been faintly in a state of rage, suddenly relaxed, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, he stroked the blue skin pinched by his fingertips and said softly: "My name is..."

A soft "poof" interrupted his words.He opened his mouth, looked down, and saw that the just-closed umbrella was like a gun piercing into Shaofeng's heart, where his soul was currently attached.The surface of the umbrella was agitated by the blood, showing fish-scale patterns. Holding the handle of the umbrella with both hands tomorrow, I used all my strength to stab the tip of the umbrella a few more points, and said with a cold face: "Needless to say, I I don't want to know the name of someone like you."

Li Gui's chest kept gushing blood, and his body seemed to be covered with a layer of smoke, turning and flowing, but a strange smile appeared on his face: "A Ning, you are indeed more cruel and courageous than before, but you thought Can you escape from me like this? It’s just a body, it doesn’t matter at all. Whether it’s alive or dead, as long as your bones are still here…”

His smile froze suddenly, as if he was strangled by the neck, his eyes turned inch by inch to the room, staring at the cement bricks that were almost smashed to the ground, as if trying to see through the dirt.

The pile of bricks and earth was suddenly lifted up flat, as if someone had wrapped them around a large piece of cloth, and then shook them out of the window frame, causing the entire courtyard to be covered with cement slabs.And the piece of cloth that was wearing them trembled in the air, and turned into a black and white gossip Taoist robe, fell down again, and was draped on the body by Shao Daochang, who was wearing a dirty straight suit.

Behind him, there are still six men and women standing, their bodies are also covered with black dirt, their faces are all ugly, and they are carrying two jade-white corpses that are tangle up and have no human shape. .

Li Gui threw Shaofeng's body down, reappeared his original image and flew towards them, but a big hole was pierced in the middle of his body where the heart should be, through which he could see the night outside.Daoist Shao smiled at him, took out a lighter and pressed it on the fur skin, and asked mockingly: "Do you think we sprinkled solid alcohol on the bones? If we light it now, it will burn to ashes in a few minutes?"

Li Gui's soul boiled in the air like smoke, but the space in his chest was eroded by the evil spirit on the scale umbrella, and his face was filled with ferocious pain.

Tomorrow excitedly shouted at them: "Are you all right? Are you really all right? Master Shao, you are a real master and a real science. I will advertise for you on the TV station, and I will pay for your promotion. Really, I will also give you those who can't." Free publicity for the games you play!"

He didn't shake his hands just now when he killed a ghost, but now he saw that people were fine, but his body shook into a ball involuntarily. Only when a person dies can he rest assured.

The staff members who escaped from death were equally excited, hugging each other, crying bitterly and saying: "Fortunately, when Master Shao took out the stove just now, the stove smashed the floor and attracted a female ghost. Didn't Master Shao set fire to that place?" Is it a ghost? Burned down the entire lower floor, and when the ceiling above fell down, he took off his clothes to block the falling rocks. As a result, the floor collapsed, and we all fell into the basement. It didn't hit! There are these two bones in the basement The frame, Master Shao said it was the skeleton of this ghost, so we covered it up."

Shao Zongyan was in a mess, but the plastic bag containing the seafood was well protected, not even a speck of dust fell on it.He touched the fish in the bag, and smiled slightly at tomorrow outside the courtyard: "You have done a good job, leave it to me next."