Dregs and dregs, you should be the dregs [Quick Transmigration]

The tone was slightly raised, with extreme unwillingness and deep grievances, like a bereaved ghost who was abandoned by someone, and even a little more helpless and pitiful.

Jiang Yuan subconsciously wanted to touch the switch on the wall to turn on the light in the bedroom, but his hands were grabbed tightly.

Immediately, he heard the sound of the five objects on the bedside table being violently swept to the ground, and seemed to have been stepped on a few times.

When the ghosts are summoned, the most taboo is loud noises and damage to the objects raised by the ghosts. Whenever there is a little unruly place, the ghosts will automatically come out of the stored objects and will not be affected. Control of the Summoner.

This is a very fatal thing, but Jiang Yuan is looking forward to it.

Being bitten to death by a ghost or being bitten to death by a group of ghosts is not a good end

After he got used to the darkness, he could vaguely see the shadows of the five objects on the ground, but for some reason, they were motionless at this moment, like dead objects, and the ghost inside had no intention of coming out.

At first glance, it looks like a few ordinary decorations, without any value worthy of incense and invitation.

Jiang Yuan was silent for a moment, and found that the ghost holding his wrist was sticking to him calmly.

Although the face of the other party could not be seen clearly through the darkness, but the cold air emitted between the breaths almost closed the pores.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, it was too cold in hell.

Jiang Yuan took half a step back to distance himself from the ghost, and suddenly the voice sounded again, "You're scared."

Will be killed, naturally afraid.

Jiang Yuan nodded without hesitation, facing the stare of a ghost, he showed horror, "Don't come here, go away" as he said, he pulled out his hand and picked it up. Picked up a few objects for raising ghosts on the ground, lit incense, and tried to lure the ghosts out again.

The five objects seemed to have been degaussed at this moment, turning a blind eye to the delicious Buddha incense. The ghost seemed to be standing there, staring at him for a long time before turning around and leaving.

Realizing that there was nothing else around him, Jiang Yuan heaved a sigh of relief, but his heart was still hanging high.

Are you leaving now? Just leave

He just meant it, and called out in response to the situation. Could it be that he couldn't let the other party go away just now, but he wanted to say, kill me. 18 years later, another hero suspected that the wrong choice of dialogue caused the delay in the progress of the task. Jiang Yuan He quickly reflected on his every move just now, never once, he was so close to the success of the mission.

You must seize the opportunity well, and absolutely no other accidents will happen.

The air was extremely quiet, Jiang Yuan stood in the bedroom and waited patiently, but found that the ghost had no intention of coming back, so he had no choice but to go out voluntarily.

He turned on the lights along the way, from the bedroom on the second floor, along the corridor, to the living room on the first floor.

When he went down the stairs, the hanging lights on the wall could still be turned on, but when he pressed the master switch of the chandelier in the living room, there was no response.

That ghost is here.

Jiang Yuan squinted his eyes. He walked out of the bright stairs tremblingly, walked slowly into the darkest corner of the living room, and murmured to himself in doubt, "Where is it? Why can't I find it?" To act, one must first be able to pretend .

Jiang Yuan typed 888 for his temporary acting skills. In an emergency, he didn't care about his lines anymore. He just walked to the side of the ghost, stretched out his neck and let the other party strangle him to death.

This time, Jiang Yuan decided not to say anything, so as not to scare away this perhaps timid ghost.

In the thick darkness, there was indeed a pair of hands touching his neck

Jiang Yuan held his breath, waiting for the tragic ending.

The ghost approached him, buried its head in the neck, and sucked hard.

Jiang Yuan closed his eyes. Was it because he confirmed that it wasn't a magic substitute or something like that, so he killed him.

That cold voice sounded, but there was a bit of softness in the tone, "Are you still afraid?"

Jiang Yuan nodded along the way, but found that the ghost actually wanted to leave again

What's the situation, does the other party like to kill life when people are going forward bravely?

Jiang Yuan immediately changed his words, "I was a little scared just now, but I'm not scared at all now."

The air was quiet for a few seconds, and then the ghost's slightly joyful voice sounded, "I'm not afraid anymore." Jiang Yuan nodded slightly, "I don't have any fear in my heart."

As soon as he finished speaking, his clothes were lifted up.

Ghost Press

And was pressed on the sofa next to him.

As the ghost started to move its hands up and down, Jiang Yuan couldn't turn his head around all of a sudden.

He casually said, "We're animosity, aren't we?"

The ghost's hand stopped for a moment, then quickly continued to reach down, "Yes."

Jiang Yuan felt relieved, no matter why he was thrown down suddenly, but being able to confirm the relationship with hatred and full of disgust value is the greatest encouragement.

He tried his best to hook his fingertips, but as always, he couldn't move, so he said helplessly, "Is it time to do something, then hurry up."

The ghost seemed to be excited and undressed faster.

He carefully recalled the previous conversation, and tried his best to find out what was wrong. Everything went as expected, except for the fact that the five little ghosts were not summoned, and he even confirmed the strong hatred between them.

Jiang Yuan cautiously asked, "Can you tell me, what is the deep hatred between us?" This kind of innocent question is very capable of arousing the anger of the person involved, especially prone to passionate murder. It's getting cold.

The task is about to be completed. 888's eerie ghost voice rang out in the air, "You are afraid of me."

Jiang Yuan asked, "Why are you afraid of you?"

"Winter is here, it's too cold to hug me."

In that gloomy ghostly language, there was a bit of aggrieved accusation, "When summer is used up, it is not rare."

Soon, the ghost seemed to think of something, and his tone returned to normal, "Fortunately, I said I'm not afraid tonight, it doesn't matter if you feel cold, I will warm you up soon." Jiang Yuan quickly clenched his fist, out of control, and stood up Back to the brightly lit place.

He took a deep breath. It seems that this ghost has lost its memory, maybe it doesn't remember being bumped into.

Jiang Yuan was determined, "The temperature is cooling today, it is indeed colder."

The ghost stared at him coolly, swept from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top, his eyes became hotter and hotter, "It's too cold, so I need to be warm. My body temperature is lower outside, but still warm inside." It's very hot." In the end, the ghost didn't pounce on him, but just looked at him all night, like looking at a piece of braised pork specially made with spices, salivating, and the ghost staring at him.

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but squinted his eyes and fell asleep on the little soft bed in the living room. When he woke up, the ghost was not around.

He managed to stay up until dawn, rubbed the center of his brows, got up and went back to the second floor, picked up the five items on the ground, put them in his pocket, changed his clothes and went to the antique street.

Along the familiar road, I came to the shop yesterday, and found the signboard with the four characters of "turning evil into good fortune". For some reason, it fell to the ground and was split in half by someone, with bright red still flowing from the fracture. of blood.

Jiang Yuan took a few glances in surprise, carefully identified that the blood-like liquid was actually red paint, and then tentatively knocked on the closed door of the shop.

After several consecutive beeps, no one responded.

He deliberately asked the shopkeepers next to him, and one of the shop owners who sold antiques told him that the shop was beeping last night, and he didn't know what happened.

It was always windy at night, and it was blowing so violently yesterday that they didn't dare to open the door until early this morning, when they came out to take a look, only to find that the signboard of this store had been smashed.

Jiang Yuan quickly asked, "Where are the two masters, have you seen them?"

The shop owner rubbed his head and thought for a while, "This morning, two people rolled up their packages and walked out of it. I don't know if they are the masters you mentioned, because they are all in tatters, but they look a bit like Refugees on TV."

Jiang Yuan asked a few more shopkeepers and got similar answers, but no one knew where the two masters Huang Yide and Su Dingtian went.

One of the shopkeepers said to him, "I kindly asked what happened, and the younger man yelled at me directly, saying that they would call someone when they returned to the teacher's gate, and said that they were waiting to be taken away." , In my opinion, this means not doing bad things, not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, guilty conscience." Jiang Yuan wrote down this information, and returned to the villa with five items.

As soon as he entered the door, the items in his pocket seemed to accidentally fall out, and happened to fall into a trash can at the door.

Jiang Yuan looked down. This morning, the trash can was obviously not placed at the gate.

He sighed inwardly, picked out the five objects from the trash can, wiped them carefully, and then put them in formation to pass.

These objects for raising ghosts are smooth in appearance, and it can be seen that they are old, but they are made in a rough way, and mandatory spells are added. They are not the kind of objects that ghosts are willing to board.

A ghost who is forcibly bound and deprived of freedom, even if it is promoted to a ghost spirit, is equivalent to the existence of a patron saint, but it is still a poor soul enslaved.

After Jiang Yuan rescued all five little ghosts, he put the five pendants that had become ordinary decorations back on the bedside table.

He held a little expectation in his heart, maybe he could stimulate the ghost a little bit.

After all, the other party reacted greatly to this kind of thing that raises ghosts. Maybe it was because they were worried that they would be captured by force. Now that the five ornaments are all emptied, it is obvious that new ghosts can be sealed in. In the evening, Jiang Yuan was in chaos He fell asleep for a while, and when he woke up again, he immediately looked at the ornaments on the bedside table.

May be split, twisted, or even smashed to pieces

The breeze blows in from the window, with a bit of coolness, the curtains are opened, and a ray of warm winter sun is cast on the bedside table.

Under the sunshine in the morning, the five ornaments stand firmly, with a kind of quiet beauty. If you look closely, you can find that they have been carefully wiped down, and the outer shell is smooth and shiny.

Jiang Yuan pondered, that ghost has begun to like these things that raise ghosts again.

The ghost's heart, the seabed needle, is elusive.