Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

On the way back, Fang Zhuo didn't dare to take the stairs, but went back to the first floor with the mouse to take the elevator.

Seeing that the elevator was about to arrive, he suddenly remembered, isn't this the fucking one that dazzled me before!

Fang Zhuo hurriedly grabbed the mouse, "This elevator has just been sterilized, and the smell is too strong. Let's take another one."

The mouse has always been the boss and does what he says without any objection.

The two got into the elevator one after the other, and the mouse asked, "When I came here, I didn't see the black boss downstairs, so he left?"

"Let's go." Fang Zhuo stared blankly at the elevator door for a while, then suddenly said, "Mouse, help me pack my things when I get back, I want to move."

Regardless of whether Boss Hei's people will come back or not, this house can no longer be lived in. He doesn't have the courage to compete with a ghost for the site.

Mouse was surprised, "Isn't this house rented for less than three months?"

"Noise downstairs at night."

"That's annoying, so have you found a place to stay?"

Fang Zhuo shook his head, "Stay in a small hotel for two days first, and I will find a house as soon as possible."

"Let me keep an eye out for you too." Mouse patted him on the shoulder, "Is there enough money? I don't have enough here."

"The money is enough."

During the conversation, the elevator arrived, and Fang Zhuo walked in front, and pressed the combination lock of his house. When the door opened, a cool breeze greeted him.

The mouse squeezed in sideways, stretched its neck gossip and looked around, "Boss, where is your wife?"

"I don't have a daughter-in-law, do you believe in ghosts?" Fang Zhuo also said hard, his feet stuck to the insoles, and he didn't dare to go in.

The mouse's eyeballs rolled around, guessing that the girl must have left, turned around and walked towards the living room, and was shivered by the cool wind.

"This house is too cool."

Fang Zhuo glanced at him sideways, thinking that the place where the ghost stayed would be cool, "Don't dawdle, help me pack my things."

"Oh, good." Mouse looked around, "I'll clean up the living room, Boss, you clean up the bedroom."

The bedroom is full of personal belongings, and it is really not easy for outsiders to clean up. The key is that the room was still lit before fleeing for his life. At this time, the door of the room is half closed, and the inside is pitch black.

Fang Zhuo's hairs exploded, and he stood in front of the door, not daring to move.

Inside the narrow crack of the door, there seemed to be a wild beast waiting for an opportunity to move. As long as it was even half a step closer, it would be hooked in by a claw, and there would be no crumbs left.

"Hey!" The mouse suddenly appeared from behind, Fang Zhuo almost cried out in fright.

He stabilized his heartbeat and pretended to be calm, "What are you shouting for?"

The mouse asked with a smile, "What are you looking at? Your eyeballs are almost glued to the door."

Fang Zhuo was called the boss anyway, of course he couldn't say that he was afraid of ghosts, he cleared his throat, "I don't want to move, I want to see more."

"Go in and have a look." The mouse took two steps forward and pushed open the door.

The furniture shrouded in darkness revealed vague outlines, and there were no man-eating monsters.

Fang Zhuo heaved a sigh of relief, walked in with his head up and chest out, found a big suitcase, and stuffed everything in it all at once, which took less than 15 minutes.

He dragged the suitcase out of the room, "Mice, pack as much as you want, and I'll collect the rest tomorrow."

Ghosts love the yin and fear the yang, and when the sun comes out, that thing will definitely hide. At that time, he will move the thing and live in a farther place, and he should be able to get rid of it.

The more Fang Zhuo thought about it, the more he felt that this method was feasible, and his face was stained with joy.

Seeing his smirk, Mouse teased, "Miss my sister-in-law? Call and ask everyone to have a meal."

Fang Zhuo glared at him and called out, this screaming won't scare you to death.

There are several guest houses near the community whose prices are directly proportional to the room conditions, Fang Zhuo specially picked one for Mr. Guan.

He came to the counter and asked seemingly unintentionally, "Boss, your master Guan was hired by the temple, right?"

The boss turned his head to take a look, and said while registering, "No, the eminent monk has opened it. Please come back and our business has been going smoothly."

Hearing this, Fang Zhuo was relieved, there should be no ghosts who would dare to seek death for the old man in charge.

Mouse helped him carry his luggage up, poured a glass of water and sat down, it seemed that he didn't intend to leave yet.

Fang Zhuo raised his eyebrows, "Anything else?"

The mouse put down the cup, smiled and rubbed his hands, "It's like this, two days ago I had a business offer, and I took it."

Fang Zhuo turned cold, "Push."

The mouse said, "I can't push it, it's dead talk, I'll meet you when you come back from a business trip."

"On business trip?"

"I lied to them that you went to X City on a business trip to show Feng Shui for others."

...It sounds very compelling.

Fang Zhuo still said the same thing, "Push it off."

Chen Jiu dared to lie, firstly because of his bad character, and secondly because he didn't believe in ghosts in this world at all.

But he had only been sexually harassed by ghosts 10 minutes ago, and he hit the gun only when he was sick.

Mouse frowned in embarrassment, "I really can't push it, the other party has a lot of background, and his surname is Jiang."

"Jiang?" Fang Zhuo opened his eyes wide, "Which Jiang?"

"The one on the top of the pyramid in Mausoleum City."

Fang Zhuo's eyes lit up, he was both surprised and happy, "I'll think about it first."

He got up and went into the bathroom, staring blankly at himself in the mirror. Unexpectedly, Chen Jiu was so popular that even the richest man in Lingcheng came to ask him to do something. "

233,"That's because no one can do it."

Fang Zhuo, "What do you mean?"

233, "The Fengshui masters in Lingcheng, including famous Taoist monks, tried to solve the problem, but to no avail."

Fang Zhuo felt guilty, "What's going on?"

233,"I won't tell you."

"..." Fang Zhuo, "Hey, I don't want to bring someone like you, halfway through the conversation."

"I also want you to finish speaking, and I feel uncomfortable, but I can't." 233 said helplessly, "This time you are one of the protagonists."

Fang Zhuo smiled, "Amusing me?"

233 said seriously, "This is a world of two male protagonists."

The smile on his face was suppressed and became serious. After Fang Zhuo repeatedly confirmed the truth of the words, he suddenly jumped twice on the spot.

What does the word male protagonist mean? It means that he will eventually be looked up to by everyone and his name will be left in the newspapers.

"Hahahahahaha, this is the most exciting spoiler I've ever heard in my life." Fang Zhuo couldn't hold back, smiled with his hips on his hips, turned on the faucet, and splashed two handfuls of water on his face.

When I raised my head again, I felt that my whole body was glowing, and my ecstatic heart calmed down a lot.

Since he is the male protagonist, he must have a deeper aura, not to mention just looking at Fengshui to drive away ghosts, even if the Lord Ghost King of hell is here, I am afraid that he will bow to him.

Hee hee hee hee hee hee.

233,"...you are enough."

Fang Zhuo used two index fingers to press down the corners of his raised mouth, "Then can I spoil it again, is there any relationship between Jiang Luyan and the Jiang family?"

233,"No comment."

Fang Zhuo was in a great mood at the moment, and said with a good temper, "Then I won't embarrass you, I love you."

233,"..." blushing.

The mouse was confused by the movement inside, and tapped twice, "Boss, are you okay?"

"It's all right." Fang Zhuo responded imposingly, opened the door and walked, hooked his good brother's shoulder and said, "Mouse, let's take this business."

The mouse's eyes lit up, "Okay, I'll call the other party early tomorrow morning."

"Well, Boss, I have to go home, you know, our house is locked..."

The Zhao family's management of mice is in a semi-stocking state, so you can do whatever you like, but it is absolutely impossible to stay out at night, and you must be home before midnight.

In the past, Chen Jiu always teased Zhao's father and Zhao mother for being lenient, but now it seems that they are worried that their son will run into ghosts at night.

Reminiscent of his terrible experience, Fang Zhuo immediately pushed the mouse out of the room, and told him very solemnly, "Be careful on the road, and call the police if something happens."

The rat was dazed until he entered the elevator.

The friendship between him and Chen Jiu began when they were fighting at the table, and later found out that the other party was engaged in metaphysics, and he was setting up a stall on Ghost Street.

Mice, who have nothing to do, always like to go to watch the fortune-telling of old wine, and when they see him stunned by what people say, they feel a kind of admiration in their hearts.

Even though Chen Jiu bossed him around every day and took some money from him from time to time, Mouse still felt that it was right to follow his elder brother. No, even the Jiang family came to him.

It's not just good, it's just awesome.

The room in the guest house is dimly lit, and the quilt is a bit damp.

But when he thought about the second master sitting downstairs and the sound of walking in the corridor, Fang Zhuo felt extremely safe.

He sat cross-legged on the bed and cleaned up his assets.

When the original owner was beaten up, he had already voluntarily returned the money with interest. Fortunately, he kept a hand and secretly stuffed a bank card in his crotch.

Fang Zhuo took out the card from the bottom of the suitcase, called to check the balance, oh my god, there are more than 6 yuan.

This is definitely the richest time he has ever traveled!

Fang Zhuo rested his pillow on the back of his head happily, looked at Erlang's legs and thought about it, he had to get a good meal tomorrow.

Probably because he had exhausted too much energy that night, he fell asleep not long after and had a dream.

In the dream, he ran desperately in the dark night, kept looking behind him, but was thrown to the ground by a giant beast that sprang out of nowhere.

The giant beast opened its bloody mouth wide and pressed him to the ground with only one paw, unable to move.

Fang Zhuo kicked his legs desperately, roared in fear, the giant beast in his pupils kept enlarging, and then stuck out his tongue, licking his face, neck, and...

chest.

The sleeping young man suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

The light came in through the gaps in the blackout curtains, and just fell on the quilt. He moved his legs slightly, his face pale.

Something is wrong, the skin feels wrong against the quilt.

Fang Zhuo stretched out one foot tremblingly, slowly and too high, the quilt slid down to the heel of his leg.

His eyes widened in disbelief, and he opened them, revealing nothing but underwear all over his body.

No, there was something else, the two wilting raisins on the chest turned into plump little red fruits overnight.

If you read it correctly, there are a few more small strawberries and faint tooth marks on the side of the little red fruit.

Fang Zhuo closed his eyes, breathing quickly, and covered himself tightly with the quilt.

"is it you?"

"are you still there?"

A hoarse and trembling voice sounded in the room, but there was no response.

233 popped up, "It should be gone."

Fang Zhuo's tense nerves did not relax, "Can you see?"

233 said no, "The sun came out."

Fang Zhuo woke up suddenly, and opened the curtains under his bare feet to let the sun shine in.

But this didn't give him any sense of security, on the contrary, it made him see the marks on his chest more clearly. Thinking of the dream last night, he couldn't help shivering.

No matter how I think about it, I feel that the dream is a reflection of reality.

Fang Zhuo put on his clothes and rushed to the bathroom. After sloppy washing, he hurriedly left the room with his suitcase.

Downstairs, the proprietress was leaning on the counter and cracking melon seeds, and the green smoke was curling up in front of the statue of Guan Gong directly above.

"Boss, check out." Probably because of being frightened, Fang Zhuo's complexion was very bad.

The proprietress squinted ambiguously at the strawberry on Fang Zhuo's Adam's apple, "Brother, I can't tell it was quite intense last night."

Fang Zhuo blushed, he pulled up the collar of his shirt, but it still couldn't cover it, so after checking out, he went straight to the pharmacy, bought a plaster, faced the glass door of the pharmacy, and stuck it on his Adam's apple.

The little girl in the medicine cabinet peeked at him, her cheeks were a little red.

Chen Jiu probably inherited the good genes of his biological parents, with a fair complexion and long legs. The only downside is that his overall temperament looks a bit depressed.

It looks like a small cabbage that is about to dry up and continues to be irrigated.

The little girl bit her lip and said softly, "Sir, you..."

Fang Zhuo looked back at her, "Huh?"

The little girl was stupefied by the rising question at the end, and she blushed and shook her head.

Fang Zhuo walked out of the pharmacy and was about to find a place to have breakfast when suddenly the sound of a mouse came from behind him.

"Boss!"

The mouse ran over excitedly, and handed over the paper bag in his hand, "I just bought it, and it's still hot."

"Thanks."

Fang Zhuo touched the warm bag, feeling warm in his heart, finally feeling more at ease.

After he ate a few mouthfuls, the mouse started to talk about business, "I called the other party, and we made an appointment at [-]:[-] p.m., and it's time for dinner after talking."

Fang Zhuo nodded, just in time to go to the agency to see the house in the afternoon.

He asked, "Where will we meet?"

The mouse looked embarrassed, "Yunlan Pavilion."

Yunlan Pavilion is located in the Yunlan Manor in the suburbs. During the year, the design of the manor is pure Chinese style, with pavilions, pavilions, small bridges and flowing water. Even in the cold winter months, it is also colorful.

Most importantly, that place is membership-only.

If the other party hadn't sent someone to pick them up, the two of them would have been forked away by the security guards before they even reached the gate of the manor.

It was a driver who came to pick them up, and Brother Ku, who didn't say a word during the whole process.

The mouse was a little nervous, and kept playing games to divert his attention, while Fang Zhuo closed his eyes with a deep expression, communicating with the system what to do next.

"Do you think I can see Jiang Luyan later?" This kind of high-end place should be the boss' favorite.

"Not sure." 233 paused, "I can't help much in this world, so be careful."

Now that he is the protagonist, he will definitely have a halo. Fang Zhuo doesn't worry much about himself. Instead, he tells the system to seize the opportunity and take a good vacation.

233 said, "No vacation, I have to supervise you."

"I think you want to watch horror movies." When you mention this.Fang Zhuo's face darkened again, "How did that thing entangle me last night?"

The original owner had lived for 20 years and hadn't met him yet, so why did he meet him right after he came here, and he was pestered for a whole night!

233, "I can only say, go back and ask your master."

Fang Zhuo opened his eyes sharply, good brother, your words are already quite informative and meaningful enough.

The original owner's master, Chen Daoren, was an old alcoholic. When he was sober, he would go to the backyard to grow vegetables, or sell some cheap antiques to earn some living expenses for the two of them.

Don't say it's Kanyu catching ghosts, even ordinary fortune-telling has never happened.Compared with other Taoist masters, he is more like a fake Taoist priest.

Now it seems that the fake Taoist priest is just a disguise, and his master should be a hermit master.

That's right, this is the standard configuration of the protagonist.

While thinking, the car stopped, and the front door slowly opened.The driver took out two invitation cards and handed them out. The security personnel checked the car before letting it go.

Outside the Yunlan Pavilion, there was already someone waiting, it was a thin bamboo pole.

Seeing Fang Zhuo getting off the car, Shouzhugan raised his eyebrows, showing obvious contempt.

Jiang Hao introduced himself with a smile on his face, and led the people inside.

The teahouse I ordered is located in the lobby on the first floor, near the stairs. As soon as he was seated, Jiang Hao went straight to the point, "I've been unlucky recently, and my family is not peaceful. I heard that Mr. Chen is very capable. I would like to ask Mr. Chen to help me. Money is not an issue as long as it solves the problem.”

Fang Zhuo put on a serious face, "Mr. Jiang, can you go into more detail."

Jiang Hao, "Mr. Chen can't see it?"

Fang Zhuo picked up the teacup, took a sip, good tea.

"Mr. Jiang must have encountered Peach Blossom Demon recently." His face was sallow, his eyes were sunken, either he had done too much and was sucked dry by the vixen, or he had hepatitis.

Hearing this, Jiang Hao's face really changed, it was hard to say, "Yes."

Mouse is not surprised by this, his boss has always been so accurate.

Fang Zhuo put down the teacup calmly, "It's a bit troublesome, let's go to your house first and then talk about it."

Jiang Hao's attitude was a little better than before, he greeted him politely, and went to the bathroom.

As soon as he entered the door, he took out his mobile phone, and the screen showed that he was in a call.

"Hey, did you hear it just now? Why do I feel that this old wine has two brushes, not like a liar..."

I don't know what was said at the other end, Jiang Hao frowned, "Okay, I'll try again."

He put away his mobile phone, and was startled by the man standing at the door who didn't know when, and almost threw the mobile phone into the urinal.

"Who am I? It turns out to be the fourth child." Jiang Hao calmed down quickly, and smiled, "I heard that your illness is getting worse. If you need it, please let me know. I'll take care of you." Have someone reserve a bunk for you in the nursing home."

Jiang Luyan put his hands in his pockets, his back was straight, his legs were slightly apart, and he stood at the door of the bathroom like a door god.

His complexion was very bad, and the corners of his eyes were scarlet. From a few steps away, one could feel the terrible emotion that he was on the verge of erupting.

Knowing that Jiang Luyan was not normal at this time, Jiang Hao didn't dare to continue talking, squeezed out from the side like a mouse, and ran away in a desperate manner.

Jiang Luyan came to the pool, washed his face, and looked up at the mirror.

The person inside is him, and it is not him, or in other words, it is not the whole him.

Just now when he was talking with someone, he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his head, and his body felt a familiar pain of being torn apart. His originally peaceful mood also became irritable at that moment.

All these perceptions told him that the strand of soul in his body had disappeared.

Jiang Luyan rubbed his forehead, turned around and left the bathroom, just as he reached the door, someone blocked his way.

If he goes to the left, the other person goes to the left; if he goes to the right, the other person also goes to the right.

Jiang Luyan stopped, and stared at the young man who was half his head shorter than himself with an unfriendly expression. He was a little liar who was thrown out of the company last night.

Fang Zhuo looked up, his eyes widened in surprise, "Mr. Jiang, what a coincidence."

The dim light outside the bathroom created a sharp silhouette on the man's face, making his facial features even sharper.

Even his eyes were stained with violence.

Seeing that Jiang Luyan was there, he chased after him in a moment of excitement, but now he regretted the decision to brush his face rashly. Fang Zhuo licked his lips and said with a smile, "Mr. Jiang may not remember me, I am..."

"I don't want to know who you are." Jiang Luyan interrupted him, scanning the person from head to toe, "Excuse me."

Feeling the emotions that the other party was trying to suppress, Fang Zhuo hurriedly stepped aside.

It wasn't until the footsteps faded away that he dared to turn his head. His buttocks were raised and his legs were long, but his temper was too bad.

This time the target No. [-] is not easy to attack, but there is also an invisible and intangible target No. [-].

You said to be a good soul, not to stay in the body obediently, but to run out and wander around.

Fang Zhuo sighed and walked into the bathroom, took off his pants and turned on the water.

Halfway through, the cleaning uncle came in with a roll of sandalwood and put it on the sink.

Fang Zhuo subconsciously looked at the light smoke that had just risen, as if suddenly blown away by a hand, and even the fragrance faded away.

I took a closer look and saw that the incense was burning well, and it was extinguished.

Fang Zhuo shook the bird, quickly pulled up his pants, halfway through the movement, he suddenly took a breath.

It came, it came again, exactly the same as last night, the eerie cold feeling was slowly climbing up his ankles, and finally stuck firmly to his back.

He swallowed, his body shaking so badly that he didn't even have the strength to pull up his pants.

"Why are you so scared?" A voice sighed in his ear, "I'll help you."

Fang Zhuo, "..." Thank you, no need.

His lips moved, but he couldn't make a sound, as if his mouth was covered by an invisible hand.

The most frightening thing was that he clearly felt that there was a cold arm around him, holding his one, and he was so frightened that he could no longer wilt the little bird.