Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Zhuo was so frightened that he couldn't even speak, and cried like a dog in his heart, he really couldn't figure out where he provoked this thing.

He appeared and disappeared, moved his hands and feet, and still clung to him.

"Brother Ah San, help me."

Probably because he couldn't see and there were other people in the box, 233's tone sounded less cowardly than before.

It sincerely advises, "I heard that if you don't obey their wishes, once you are provoked, the consequences will be disastrous."

Fang Zhuo, "Which side are you on?"

233 spoke solemnly, "Of course it's on your side, otherwise why would I remind you?"

Of course it was to remind me to use the correct posture to jump into the fire pit. Fang Zhuo rolled his eyes in his heart and scoffed at the system's proposal.

The pervert seemed to have lost his patience, the slippery and cold touch was sliding from the side of his neck to his collarbone, and wet into his ears, "Answer me."

Fang Zhuo was afraid, but his mind was still there, resisting the urge to scold his mother, and took out his phone tremblingly.

——Why follow me?

After typing these few words, he put his phone on his lap and glanced down after two mouthfuls of food.

Seeing no movement, he typed two more words: Not here?

"Here." A cold and cool voice sounded from behind him, and as the voice fell, the temperature of the surrounding air dropped sharply, wrapping Fang Zhuo tightly in it like a silkworm chrysalis.

"I'm thinking about how to answer you."

Not to mention Fang Zhuo, even the mouse sitting on his right hand shivered from the cold, he turned his head to look at the air conditioner, "It's strange, 24 degrees is not low, why is it so cold."

Jiang Hao was also cold, so he called the waiter in a rough voice, and directly adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner to 28 degrees, which made it easier to live in the private room.

Fang Zhuo was in the center of the low temperature, and he didn't warm up at all.

When the pervert was pestering him before, he just felt gloomy and cool, definitely not cold enough to shiver, he somehow felt that the other party seemed to be in a bad mood.

Fang Zhuo nervously licked his dry lips, and raised his hand to his shoulder in a strange way.

This is a subconscious gesture to appease the other party, which even surprised him.

It's a pity that he didn't touch anything except his shoulder, but the back of his hand was touched by something soft. Judging from the touch, it looked a bit like lips.

"Brother, are you hot?" Mouse stared at Fang Zhuo's face in amazement, his ass turned red, it shouldn't be, he obviously felt a little cold.

Fang Zhuo raised his hand and touched his face, damn it, it was so hot.

He cleared his throat, and calmly removed the chili from the dinner plate, "I just ate a chili, and I choked on it."

Mouse felt the same way, "There are two dishes that are really spicy." But they are delicious, he has never eaten such delicious dishes when he grows up.

Fang Zhuo smiled dryly, his heart felt bitter, his lips were almost trembling from the cold.

I don't know if the pervert was considerate of him, but the indifference surrounding him suddenly disappeared.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the plaster on his Adam's apple was torn apart, and some teeth followed the previous mark, biting lightly, "Because I like it."

Fang Zhuo quickly put the plaster back on, and tightened his hand holding the chopsticks. The other party was telling him, am I going to pester you to death?

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly typed on the phone with his fingers: Who are you, do you have unfulfilled wishes?I can help you. If you wish, you can be reincarnated. In the next life, you will join the richest man's family. You can eat delicious food and drink spicy food. Girls and men line up for you to choose.

Don't care about him, first coax the ghost into obedience, and then talk about it. In public places, it's not ashamed to kiss and touch him!

In order to cater to the overall style of Yunlan Pavilion, the design of the box is more Chinese style. The chandeliers, tables and chairs, screens, and even the large decorative vases are all in dark tones.

Usually when talking about business, coming to this kind of place will give you a sense of formality, but today Fang Zhuo always just feels depressed, probably because he was frightened.

Especially when the sky outside the window was getting dark, the shadows of the trees swaying from side to side were like black monsters baring their teeth and claws arrogantly.

Fang Zhuo swallowed, he was really not in the mood to eat anymore, he looked away from the window, and looked at the phone on his lap, there was no reply to the words he typed just now, and his ears became quiet .

But he knew that the pervert was still there, and it was right behind him.

Fang Zhuo was uneasy, rubbing the screen nervously with his fingers.

On the opposite side, Jiang Hao saw that it was almost time, so he stood up, "If Mr. Chen is finished eating, let's go."

Fang Zhuo turned on the screen, put the phone in his trouser pocket, and stood up. At the same time, the phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly, which was an unlock reminder.

I hurriedly took it out and saw that a line of words automatically popped up in the input box

--I only want you.

Fang Zhuo stared blankly at the four words, his heart seemed to be wrapped tightly by a cold poisonous snake, and he was about to suffocate.As soon as he let go, the phone fell to the ground.

The mouse bent down to pick it up for him, subconsciously looked at the content on the screen, found that the screen was locked, pressed it, and required a password.

He handed the phone back to Fang Zhuo, "Boss, what did you see? You were so scared."

"Huh?" Fang Zhuo looked at him blankly, as if he didn't hear.

Mouse shook his head, "Let's go, Jiang Hao is urging you."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence, "I was not in a hurry before, but now I seem to be rushing to reincarnate, crazy."

Jiang Hao's villa is not far from Yunlan Pavilion, but within 10 minutes.

The entire villa area is built on the hillside, overlooking the mountains and near the water, the scenery is quite good.

Looking at the orange lights that dotted the night, Fang Zhuo's cold heart began to warm up, and he was not so afraid anymore.He quietly turned on the screen and deleted the contents of the notepad word by word.

Unknowingly, the car stopped.

Before getting out of the car, Fang Zhuo felt something was wrong.

This is a high-end villa area, and there are street lights in the shape of white magnolia flowers everywhere in the community, but the street lights outside Jiang Hao's house flicker on and off, making the whole villa strange and inexplicable.

Thinking of the same thing happened to the haunted elevator yesterday, Fang Zhuo almost didn't even dare to get out of the car.

Not to mention him, even the daring mouse touched the goose bumps on his arm, quietly stood behind Fang Zhuo, "Boss, there is no real problem here, right?"

He once read in the boss's book that Peach Blossom, to put it bluntly, is a rotten peach blossom.

Fang Zhuo's heart was trembling, and he managed to stabilize his voice, "What can there be? Believe in science and oppose superstition."

The mouse pouted, "Then you still tell people's fortunes."

"Can fortune-telling be the same? That's ancient science." Fang Zhuo said solemnly, then stretched his neck and looked into the villa. Every window was black and scary.

He swallowed, tsk, worried that there was really something in it.

Fearing that he would back off, 233 hurriedly encouraged him, "This is your first step to break into Jiang's house and get closer to the protagonist. It is also your first step to become the protagonist. Don't be cowardly, do it well."

Thinking of Jiang Luyan's stinky face, Fang Zhuo suddenly became motivated. At the beginning, you loved and ignored me, but in the end I was your savior. Hehe, I was so happy.

"Rat, let's go." Fang Zhuo's morale increased greatly, as if he had seen Jiang Luyan hugging his thigh for help.

As the master, Jiang Hao did not open the way ahead, but followed slowly behind.

He already had a psychological shadow on this villa. His scalp tingled when he saw the gate, and the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated along the way.

—Come in, don't dawdle.

Taking a breath, he threw the phone back into his pocket and quickened his pace.

The villa is luxuriously decorated, but it is not popular at all. The air is cold and humid like it has been soaked in water.

Fang Zhuo reached into his bag and took out a small mahogany sword.

This was given to Chen Jiu by Taoist Chen the last time he left the Taoist temple, and asked him to carry it with him.As a result, as soon as Chen Jiu came home, he threw the things at the bottom of the box.

Regardless of whether this thing is useful or not, it can give people a kind of spiritual sustenance. Fang Zhuo held it tightly in his hands, much more confident than before.

It's a good thing he found this thing, otherwise he would be ashamed in front of my younger brother tonight.

"Boss, what are you going to do?" Mouse was afraid, and stepped forward to grab Fang Zhuo's sleeve.

Fang Zhuo looked up to the second floor and asked Jiang Hao, "Mr. Jiang, apart from being cooler, there is nothing wrong with your house."

Jiang Hao's face was pale, and he lowered his head to hide his fear, "Go upstairs and take a look at the master bedroom."

The Sha of Peach Blossom Sha can only be understood literally, Sha refers to a fierce god, and to put it bluntly, it is a ghost.

Speaking of Taohuasha before, Jiang Hao did not deny it, which means that he already knew what happened to him, and now he insists on pushing him upstairs...

Fang Zhuo asked, "Did she die in the master bedroom?"

Not only did he die in the master bedroom, that woman didn't intend to let him go even if she died!

Jiang Hao pursed his lips, his expression was not good, "Anyway, go up and have a look."

Fang Zhuo puffed up his chest, and began to circulate the core values ​​in his mind. Every time the system played a word, he went up a step, walking very rhythmically.

Not long after, the three of them went up to the second floor.

The door of the master bedroom was closed tightly, and the cold air came out from the crack of the door below, and went up from the trouser legs of the three of them.

Fang Zhuo lifted his foot, resisted the urge to retreat, reached out to hold the doorknob, and pushed it open with all his strength.

With a bang, the door hit the wall, breaking the dead silence in the room.

The blackout curtains should have been drawn inside, and it was pitch black. He reached out to touch the switch, but the light didn't turn on.

Fang Zhuo was angry, "I don't know how to change the lamp when it's broken, it's so dark that I can't even see a ghost."

He made a loud noise on purpose to embolden himself.

Jiang Hao wronged Bala, "Yes, it broke after she died before."

After the woman died, the lights in the room broke down for no reason, and they couldn't be turned on anyway.

Hearing this, the hairs on Fang Zhuo's body exploded instantly.

He shouldn't come to this place, why can't he be a liar quietly and insist on getting involved in this kind of thing.

233, "Because you are the protagonist."

As the protagonist, there will always be various pitfalls on the road of growth.

I dug it myself, others dug it, no matter who these holes come from, the protagonist must jump down, so that he can experience, grow, and become a real man.

Fang Zhuo, "..."

What kind of bullshit logic is this? If you don’t take a good road, you must go to the rugged Mount Everest. If you fall to your death, you will be unlucky.

What's more, this is still a supernatural world.

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips, "I just want to stay at home and be a dead house."

233, "Give up, don't forget, you have been haunted by ghosts."

Fang Zhuo was completely chilled by the pot of water, and let out a mouthful of turbid air. Regardless of Jiang Hao's purpose for coming to him, since he has already entered this house, there is no reason to back down.

At worst, he peed his pants in fright, and was ridiculed by mice and the system.

Fang Zhuo put his hands in his pockets, pinched his thighs hard, and was extremely calm, "How did you die?"

Jiang Hao stammered, "Self-suicide."

Fang Zhuo said, "The truth."

Jiang Hao insisted that he committed suicide, Fang Zhuo sneered, and suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar and dragged him in front of him, kicking him.

Jiang Hao's thin bamboo pole-like body flew in and fell to the ground.

"Chen Jiu, what the hell are you looking for..."

Halfway through the ruthless words, Jiang Hao raised his hand and grabbed his neck forcefully, opened his mouth, and his eyeballs were about to bulge out.

The mouse approached Fang Zhuo, "Boss, what's wrong with him? Could it be a ghost or a ghost?"

You ask me, I ask who to go to.

Fang Zhuo frowned, put his hands in his pockets, and felt that no matter how the people on the ground looked at them, they seemed to be in an epileptic fit.

Taking advantage of the situation, he took out his phone, swipe to unlock it, and dialed to 120.

After he hung up the phone, the mouse murmured softly, "I thought you were going to buy something."

Fang Zhuo was also a little embarrassed. Considering that we will have to get along for a long time in the future, some things cannot be kept secret, so he just turned in his old friends.

"Mice, brother, to tell you the truth, I really don't know anything, I'm just a street liar." He said and walked towards Jiang Hao.

Mouse followed behind, pouted, "Your fortune-telling is accurate."

Fang Zhuo, "Blind, plus a cheat sheet to cheat."

“Being able to gain approval is also a kind of soft power.”

"..." Fang Zhuo has nothing to say, if one day he makes his career bigger and stronger, and has a fan base, then the mouse will definitely be a fan.

The people on the ground were gasping for breath, Fang Zhuo squatted down, and separated the fingers that were strangling his neck one by one.

As the fresh air entered his lungs, Jiang Hao's eyes suddenly fell on Fang Zhuo, and he was finally able to speak, "Help me, save me..."

"She wants to kill me, save me, save me quickly..."

Fang Zhuo shuddered and sat down on the ground.

The mouse behind him also suddenly said "Ah", and pointed at Jiang Hao with shaking fingers, "Boss! There is something on him..."

Fang Zhuo didn't see anything, but his scalp was still numb from his "having". Jiang Hao had already grabbed his pants with great force.

If it weren't for the belt, I'm afraid the pants would have been pulled off.

Fang Zhuo was so frightened to death that he reached out to break the hand, but the opponent took advantage of the situation and held it back.

That hand was abnormally cold, like a piece of ice, tightly adhered to his palm, penetrated into the flesh, and even made him feel an indescribable squeeze.

It was as if...something wanted to squeeze him out of this body!

"Rat, help me get him away!" Fang Zhuo roared.

The mouse recovered from the fear and shock, rushed over, grabbed Jiang Hao's hand and bit down.

Jiang Hao didn't seem to know the pain, but he grabbed it tighter and tighter, "Mr. Chen, help me...get her away...she's going to kill me..."

He begged bitterly, but his eyes showed hatred.

Save you a ball, I think you want to kill me!

Fang Zhuo obviously felt his body lighten up, floating up like a feather, but then he was pulled back by an invisible thread.

233 sneered, "Fortunately, I'm smart, and I tied a safety rope for you in advance."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

233, "There was a delivery man who just arrived in the spirit world, his body was occupied and eaten by other ghosts, and his soul was scattered, which was very miserable."

Fang Zhuo said thank you dryly, and turned his attention back to Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao was stunned for a moment, his facial features full of pain became ferocious, he stood up from the ground, and when he spoke again, his voice changed into a woman's, and the mouse really guessed that it was a ghost.

"It's an unexpected harvest, little brother, come here, come to my sister." Jiang Hao hooked his fingers at Fang Zhuo with a charming smile on his cheeky face.

Fang Zhuo was expressionless, "Get lost."

Jiang Hao gritted his teeth and growled angrily, "You're courting death."

With his emotional riot, the door was slammed shut, and the broken lamp above his head began to flicker, and the flickering light made Jiang Hao's face even more distorted and terrifying.

"Boss, what should we do?" Mice had never seen such a big world, and his legs went weak with fright.

From Mr. Ghost Catcher suddenly becoming the target of being caught by ghosts, Fang Zhuo was even more panicked than him, "If you can't beat him, just run away, what else can you do!"

No image or face is important, what matters is saving your life.

The mouse suddenly woke up, turned around and rushed to the door, fuck, the door can't be opened!

On the other side, Jiang Hao was walking towards the two of them. He was obviously a ghost, but he was very particular about his image, and he was walking like a cat.

Fang Zhuo clenched the mini mahogany sword in his hand, his eyes darkened.

His soul is tied with a safety rope by 233, and he has the halo of the protagonist. If he fights recklessly, he will surely turn danger into good luck. There is no need to be afraid of the other party.

That's right, I'm the protagonist, and I'm afraid of being tricky.

Seeing that the man stopped running away, Jiang Hao grinned twice, and then licked his lips greedily, looking very hungry.

He approached step by step, and said slowly, "Little brother, don't worry, I will take good care of your body after I take it away."

Fang Zhuo, "..." These words sound so strange.

Before he could feel the smell, he suddenly heard a loud thunder. Even in the completely sealed space, he could still hear the whining sound of the sudden strong wind outside.

The closed door and windows were blown open almost at the same time, and the dark wind poured in and hovered in the house.

A cold hand clasped Fang Zhuo's shoulder, and the top of his head was touched lightly, like a comforting kiss.

The familiar smell forced him to gas up his fighting spirit, like a balloon that had been poked with a hole, limp.

Intuition told him that the pervert was not here to harm him.

"Get out." A voice commanded.

This is the meaning of asking ghosts to fight ghosts, Fang Zhuo hesitated, and asked weakly, "Can you beat him?"

The pervert didn't say a word, Fang Zhuo understood in seconds, dragged the mouse and ran out, and the door was locked behind his back.

The two had a tacit understanding and didn't need any communication. They rushed downstairs and left the villa in one go, and sat on the flower bed directly opposite the villa to breathe.

Mouse looked forward with a complicated expression, "Boss, who were you talking to just now?"

Fang Zhuo licked his lips, "Friend."

He really didn't expect the pervert to appear. The existence that he was afraid of and resisted before turned into his protective shield, which felt a little subtle.

The mouse's gray eyes instantly sparkled, and it is said that some powerful celestial masters can drive away ghosts and souls... It turns out that the person I have been following is a powerful big shot, I am sorry and disrespectful.

Fang Zhuo felt uncomfortable under the scorching gaze from the next door, raised his buttocks and moved an inch towards the narration.

"Brother Ah San, can you see what's going on inside?"

233 Regretted, "The energy in the villa is too strong, if you spy on it, it will easily cause my program to become disordered."

Fang Zhuo raised his eyebrows, "What will happen if the program is disordered?"

233 said, "I would lose control of myself and release high-voltage electric shocks."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

Then, as the host, he was electrocuted to death, and the mission was completely over, perfect.

Fang Zhuo gave up the idea of ​​watching the live broadcast and continued to sit in a mess in the strong wind. He sneezed and moved closer to the mouse.

Just as their arms were about to touch each other, a pale and slender hand stretched out between them, pushing Fang Zhuo aside.

Fang Zhuo was stunned, rubbed his eyes, and the hands disappeared again.

"Brother Ah San, I seem to have hallucinations just now."

233,"I saw it too."

After speaking, he directly gave a screenshot, which he wanted to keep as a souvenir.

In the screenshot, the muscles and bones of the hands are well defined, the knuckles are slender, and the nails are rounded and flat, which fit right on his arm.

No matter how beautiful it is, it is still a supernatural hand. Fang Zhuo closed his eyes and calmed down, removing the picture from his mind.

However, the hand that had disappeared refused to let him go, stretched out from behind again, and landed on his shoulder. The temperature, as cold as ice, stuck to his skin through the thin clothes.

Fang Zhuo shuddered, pretending not to see, and quietly moved an inch to the side.

A sigh sounded beside his ears, this time not one, but two hands fell on his shoulders together, the cold air penetrated into his back, and a cold and hard body pressed against him.

Just when Fang Zhuo was startled and almost shouted, the thing said, "It's me."

With helpless voice, familiar and strange.

Fang Zhuo lost most of his heart when he mentioned it, he was just a familiar ghost after all.

However, he frowned again in an instant, the lecher was not the same as before, his voice was too low before, and there was always a sense of emptiness coming from afar.

Not now, clear and low, tainted with a trace of popularity.

Fang Zhuo lowered his eyes, and at some point, the pervert's hands had slipped from his shoulders, crossed around him, and at the same time gently stroked his arm, sighing comfortably, like a pervert.

The lecher's arm was wrapped by the sleeve of a white shirt. The material had a good texture, and it must have been burned by his family.

Fang Zhuo thought over and over again, and asked cautiously, "Is Jiang Hao okay?"

The mouse opened its mouth wide in surprise, "How about I, I go in and take a look?"

"..." Fang Zhuo said, "I didn't talk to you."

The mouse was lost, and then thought of something, and suddenly opened his eyes wide, "Boss, your friend has come out!"

Fang Zhuo nodded, and asked again, and finally the pervert finally said "Yes".

After thinking about it, he asked again, "What about you, are you okay?"

"Very good." This time the answer was several words, revealing a hint of joy. After he sucked away the Yin energy of the female ghost, his frail soul could already condense into shape, but I'm afraid it won't take long.

"That's good." Fang Zhuo was completely relieved.

He lowered his head, tugged on the laces of his sneakers, and said ruthlessly, "Thank you for helping me, but after all, we two have different paths, so go and reincarnate quickly, tell me what you want, and I will burn it to you. "

"And it's not safe for you to follow me all the time. What if you are taken away by a Taoist priest? I'm such a rookie, I can't save you."

The pervert's voice was a little heavy and ruthless, "Don't expect me to let you go, I will keep pestering you until death."