Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

The small yard was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

The pervert didn't show up, and the mouse could only see the yellow talisman spontaneously igniting, and the boss lying on the ground with a look of embarrassment, which was a bit weird.

That day Jiang Hao was suddenly driven mad by his upper body, it was already very unreal, but he didn't expect to see something even more unreal today.

He poked his head out from behind the old man and shouted to the people on the ground, "Boss, are you okay?"

Fang Zhuo rolled his eyes, "You are pressed down on the ground and try."

He turned his head with difficulty, and softened his tone, "Be good, let me get up first."

The coldness pressing on his body was visibly shocked, not only did he not let go of the shackles, but intensified, molesting his ears in front of the old man and his little follower.

Prioritization, hardness and softness, Fang Zhuo never knew that rubbing his ears could produce so many tricks, he was so comfortable that he almost hummed.

"Jiang..." Thinking of the pervert's resistance to "Jiang Luyan", Fang Zhuo skipped the title, "You also heard what Master said, the evil spirit in your body is too heavy now, you must find a way to get rid of it, in case I will be sad if you have any troubles."

As he spoke, he suddenly choked up and buried his face in his arms.

The young man's acting skills are too bad, especially when he just choked up, not even a drop of tears, it seems familiar.

After another three to five minutes of confrontation, the high-risk alarm was lifted.

Fang Zhuo was picked up by one hand, and the other party patted the dust on his body. He looked at the blurry shadow in front of him, and sighed in his heart. He really ate something that shouldn't be eaten, and he was much uglier than before.

233 agreed, "Those evil spirits have already soaked into the soul body."

Fang Zhuo commented, "I could tell the position of the facial features before, but now my face is completely blurred."

If a pervert goes out like this to frighten people, he will frighten two of them and kill one of them.

The old man walked around the ghost and was amazed, "What kind of blessings did you cultivate in your previous life? Your soul is so weak that you haven't left."

Hearing about his previous life, Fang Zhuo suddenly remembered that the pervert had been entangled with Jiang Luyan since the day he went to find Jiang Luyan.

There was a bold guess in my heart, "Do you still remember what happened in your previous life?"

The color ghost scattered and re-condensed, the voice was vague, "I don't remember."

"Oh." Fang Zhuo looked down at his toes, feeling disappointed.

Although his feelings are kept by the system, his memory is still there.When I had a meal and had nothing to do, it was quite touching to recall the memories.

Just now when the old man mentioned his previous life, he felt a little happy in his heart, but it turned out to be too naive, and he knew with his toes that the main system could not allow this kind of bug to exist.

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips and raised his foot to leave, but was grabbed by a force from behind.

The pervert bent down and approached the mottled face eroded by Yin Qi, "But I remember you, I always remember to look for you."

"Obstinence." The old man walked over with his hands behind his back, and added, "This obsession is so heavy that it can't even melt the water of the Wangchuan River. It's amazing."

Obsession?

Fang Zhuo drooped his eyelids, feeling complicated, "Is it because I told him in the last world that he should remember me, so he leaves his soul every night and comes out to find me?"

233 said, "Probably."

Damn, I suddenly want to cry.Fang Zhuo sniffed, the boss is so loving, I don't care about what he messed up at night.

Fang Zhuo, "He can do whatever he wants in the future, and I will fully cooperate."

233, "Can you show some face, at least you are a public official."

Fang Zhuo, "What kind of face do you need in front of your own people?"

twenty one,"……"

Fang Zhuo wrinkled his nose twice, raised his eyes to look at the pervert, and immediately regretted it. With his current face, it's better not to do anything, for fear of being frightened soft.

He reached out and touched the black Yin Qi next to him, and looked at the old man, "Master, is there any way to save him?"

The old man shook his head, "No."

"His spirit is too weak, it's caused by long-term departure from the soul, plus he..." He paused, frowned and stared at the pervert, "What did you eat?"

"The baleful and dark energy of a ghost."

The old man snorted coldly, "This is not the first time."

Fang Zhuo brain made up the picture, a handsome ghost in a shirt and trousers, standing in the middle of the room, black evil spirit gushing up like a spring, but he sucked it up completely...

It's so cool, it's a ghost.

The pervert was silent for a moment, and a hoarse and erratic voice sounded, "I have no choice."

The old man, "What else have you eaten?"

Apart from the evil spirit of Li Gui, there is something else about this kid.

He didn't know what it was, but with his ability, he couldn't tell it.

The soul twisted for a while, completely silent.

"Hmph, it's fine if you don't say anything." The old man said, "You can't live without doing your own crimes."

He flicked his sleeves, turned and left.

This was the first time Fang Zhuo saw the old man getting angry, he was taken aback for a moment, then looked back at the ghost, and chased after the master's ass and quickly entered the main hall.

The old man hated crooked ways the most in his life, and when he thought of the abnormal thing outside, his heart burned up.

If it weren't for the fact that that thing was a cheap apprentice's friend, he would have made a big move and wiped him out.

"Master, what do you mean by what you said just now?" Fang Zhuo grabbed the old man's sleeve, looking like he would beat him to death, "Why do you say that you can't live if you committed evil?"

The old man looked angry, "Stop getting entangled with him in the future, otherwise you won't even know how you died."

Fang Zhuo quit, "You may not believe me when I tell you, I've been entangled with him for several lifetimes, and I can't break it."

The old man sneered, thinking he was talking dirty.

All living things in the world, even an ant, will be reincarnated after death. Even the special case outside, some of them are just obsessions.

There is no one in this world who can clearly remember the events of previous lives.

The old man had a cold face, "You insist on going your own way and want to die with him, but I can't stop you."

After speaking, he shook Fang Zhuo away forcefully, and slammed the door of the room with gravity.

Fang Zhuo stood at the door, the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. The old man is quite old, and he won't make jokes about such things.

He sat down on the spot, propped his chin and looked forward.

The mouse came tremblingly, followed by a group of black figures, the figures gradually faded, and soon merged into the dim night.

Playing stealth again.

Fang Zhuo raised his eyebrows and slapped his cold ankle. He sat sullenly for a while, but couldn't help it anymore, "You ate the female ghost that day?"

As soon as the words fell, the mouse standing next to him shivered.

The one who can eat the ghost is of course a more powerful ghost. After being afraid, he has a wave of admiration for the boss.

The boss is the strongest who can be friends with the fighters in Ligui.

The mouse glanced at the void where Fang Zhuo was watching, and squatted down, "Boss, where is your good friend?"

Fang Zhuo pretended to point his finger casually, and his ear was licked, and when he fiddled with the ear, the other ear was also licked.

Is this fucking playing hide and seek?

"Speak." Fang Zhuo's voice sank.

A cloud of cold air stuck to the back of the neck, and a small piece of skin was caught. "I just took her Yin Qi and evil Qi for my own use."

The old man said that day that earth souls are living souls, and those ghosts that are dead and stay in the world are two species.

For example, you are a handful of clear water, but you are poured into muddy water. If the turbidity in it cannot settle after mixing, can you still want this handful of water?

Fang Zhuo vaguely guessed why the old man was angry.

"Why are you doing this?" His voice was muffled, and there was a voice in his heart, whispering the answer.

In the hazy night, Yin Qi gradually condensed.

The shadow stood quietly behind Fang Zhuo, and after a while, it slowly crouched down, enveloping the young man firmly in it.

"Why?" The voice laughed at himself, "To keep the body and soul alive."

To find you.

He doesn't remember why he left his soul, but since that day, he's wandered around like any other rootless ghost.He was looking for someone, but he couldn't remember what that person looked like.

However, the first time he saw Fang Zhuo in the corridor, the moment he saw him shivering in the elevator and was about to cry, he was sure that this was the person he was looking for.

The corners of Fang Zhuo's mouth drooped, his chest was filled with breath, his heart ached, and he wanted to scold him again.

But when he thought that the earth soul didn't understand anything, and relied on an obsession to break free from the body, looking for him everywhere, he couldn't say anything.

He looked down at the circle of Yin Qi around his arm, and asked with difficulty, "Didn't you be able to condense your body before? Why can't you now?"

The icy Yin Qi wrapped around him tightly, and after a long time, the pervert said, "After those Yin Qi are absorbed, they can only last for a short period of time."

Oh, it's just like Viagra. When you just take it, it's a pillar of the sky, and the effect of the medicine will wither, and it may cause side effects of inactivity.

Fang Zhuo felt pity in his heart, and wanted to hold the pervert in his arms and kiss him, to comfort him.

He looked back at the surrounding mice, "Go and see if Master is asleep."

As the name suggests, the mouse man approached the old man's room quietly and quickly.

The light in the room was on, and the old man was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his eyebrows moved, he opened a slit to look out the window, snorted, and closed it again.

The mouse slipped back and said he was not asleep, Fang Zhuo immediately got up from the ground and ran to knock on the door.

Each knock is three times, and it is very rhythmic.

After four times in a row, the old man couldn't help it, "Come in."

Fang Zhuo walked in, squatted on the ground, and looked up at the old man.

He didn't say a word, and didn't make any other movements, but his eyes were focused and intense. After two or three minutes, the old man couldn't hold back anymore.

"Say something."

Fang Zhuo said pitifully, "Master, please save him."

The old man put down his crossed legs and sighed, "It can't be saved, the living soul is contaminated with unclean things, and the final result is nothing more than two, either become a ghost, or die completely."

Fang Zhuo, "There must be a third result."

Since the system proposes that the soul must be solidified before establishing a connection with the protagonist, it is impossible for Jiang Luyan to die.

The protagonist is the axis of this world. If the axis is broken, the world will definitely collapse, and the rules will not allow this to happen.

There must be another way.

Fang Zhuo asked the system, "You must know how to save him."

233, "I'll tell you before you go to sleep."

As for a few words, why do you have to talk before going to bed, Fang Zhuo said, "I want to listen now."

233, "It's useless for you to listen now. What the old man said before is correct. The evil spirit on No. [-] is too heavy. If you get too entangled with him, you will die."

"If you don't purify the evil spirit in his body, even if you know the solution, it will be useless. Halfway through the task, you will die."

Fang Zhuo had a heart attack, and when he thought that No. [-] would become a ghost, or die with his soul, he couldn't stop feeling sad.

The mission has not officially started, the relationship line has not yet developed, and the target is about to die.Once the target dies, his mission will be judged to have failed, and it may also be a death.

It's so cruel.

The more Fang Zhuo thought about it, the more sad he became, his eyes were almost red, and the nasal sound of his breathing became heavier and heavier.

The old man thought he was going to cry in anger, and with an ouch, he pulled him up from the ground, a little at a loss, "Why are you crying, he won't die right away, as long as there is still a breath, there is still hope."

Fang Zhuo's drooping eyelids opened suddenly, and his eyeballs almost popped out, "I knew you had a way."

The old man snorted and said nothing.

Fang Zhuo quickly climbed onto the bed and rubbed the old man's shoulders, "Master, you saved him and I will buy you wine every day. You can choose 50-year-old wine or 80-year-old cellar."

The old man's throat moved and he swallowed, as if he could already smell the mellow aroma of wine.

"Use your blood to help me draw a few talismans."

Ten minutes later, the old man prostrated himself under the longing for good wine, closed his eyes and said, "But this can only resolve part of the filth on his body, and treat the symptoms, not the root cause. die."

I will not let him die, he is my lifeblood.

"Thank you, master." Fang Zhuo thanked him, rushed to the kitchen without saying a word, and returned with a kitchen knife.

The blade slashed across the wrist, "Master, can I cut here?"

The old man hasn't seen this kind of sincerity for many years, and he was a little moved for a while because of his sincere feelings for his brother.

"Just cut off your fingers."

He dug out a box from under the bed, which was full of guys who used to eat.

The old man glanced at the mouse standing at the door poking his head, "Come in, and help me take out the things."

The mouse ran in excitedly, and was choked hard as soon as he opened the box.

It is an old thing that has not been used for 20 years. It is full of dust, and two cockroaches crawled over it. The mouse screamed in fright and took several steps back.

The old man frowned as he looked at the two cockroaches the size of fingernails.

The corner of Fang Zhuo's mouth twitched, he put down the kitchen knife and walked over, and asked the system to make a mosaic by the way.

So with a calm face, he picked up the two small mosaics and threw them out of the room.

When he turned around and came back, the mouse had already taken out the contents and placed them on the table.

The most conspicuous among them is a large piece of blood-red cinnabar.

As instructed, the mouse took out a small plate, wiped it clean, and put it on the table.

The old man stepped forward, broke off a small piece of cinnabar and threw it in, and ordered, "Add water and blood, and then grind."

The moment Fang Zhuo picked up the kitchen knife, Fang Zhuo felt that he was overbearing and handsome.

Carefully, he scratched the blade with his finger, and then dripped the gushing blood into a small dish.

"This cinnabar was made many years ago by mixing chicken blood and black dog blood with fine cinnabar stone powder."

Just that small piece on the plate can sell for tens of thousands in today's market.

The old man glanced at the ugly mess outside the window, his heart was bleeding, he could think of good wine, but he thought it was worth it.

"But this kind of cinnabar has too much yang energy, which is good for evil spirits, but it is also easy to hurt the living soul. You are a person of the most yin, and the blood can just dilute the effect of cinnabar."

Fang Zhuo silently remembered it in his heart.

Blood and cinnabar were mixed together, and the old man took out a box from under the bed, which contained yellow talisman paper.

He touched the stack of talisman papers, took out a few sheets, and took out an old thread-bound book from the bottom layer, and threw them to Fang Zhuo, "Just follow the talisman drawing on the eighth page, use a brush, Call me when you're done."

After speaking, he returned to the bed to meditate.

Fang Zhuo froze for a moment, picked up his pen and started working.

However, the talisman is not as simple as he imagined, the thin yellow talisman seems to be alive, and keeps hindering him from writing.

Half an hour passed, and I was stunned to draw a small half.

Fang Zhuo stood up straight with his waist supported, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked out the window. It was already eleven o'clock, everything was quiet, only the night, but he knew that the pervert was right outside the door, and it was not for a moment stared at him.

There should be something in the old man's room that scares him, so the lecher doesn't dare to come in rashly.

He smiled at the door, bowed his head and continued to draw symbols.

The mouse stood attentively by the side, its eyes glowing green, anticipating the effect of the yellow talisman in its heart.

At this moment, the mobile phone in his pocket rang, and it was a message from Jiang Hao.

"Boss, Jiang Hao asked us to go to Bihai Tea House tomorrow."

Bihai Tea House is located in the CBD of the city center. The environment is quiet and upscale. Many people will choose to drink two cups of green tea there after discussing business.

"What time?" Fang Zhuo's wrists were sore, and he gritted his teeth and asked.

The mouse said, "At nine o'clock in the morning, he said he would send a car to pick us up. Do you need to tell him the address here?"

Fang Zhuo shook his head, "Let him pick him up from the place last time."

At about four o'clock in the morning, the five yellow talismans were drawn.Fang Zhuo rubbed his wrist and arm that were about to break off, and winked at the mouse.

The mouse moved closer to the old man's ear, "Master, the talisman is finished."

The old man opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and full of energy, he didn't look like he had slept with his eyes closed.

He took a few yellow talismans in his hand and looked at them, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, he didn't expect this kid to be able to draw talismans to such an extent, he was quite talented.

"Let's go."

Fang Zhuo followed and went out, but he didn't see the pervert after looking around in the yard.

He asked, "Master, has he already gone back?"

After all, at four or five o'clock in the morning, the rooster will begin to crow, reminding the sleeping earth that it is dawn.

At that time, yin and yang alternated, and the lonely ghost had to find a place to hide, so as not to be burned by the early morning sun.

"Let me take a look." The old man stood where he was, his eyes that had experienced vicissitudes of life were like eagles, carefully scanning every corner of the small courtyard.

Fang Zhuo supported the back of his neck and was twisting his sore neck. The corners of his forehead felt cold, and the beads of sweat that had just rolled down were sucked clean by a pair of cold and soft lips.

This ghostly look has no idea who he is, not letting go of even a drop of sweat.

"Master, he's here." As soon as Fang Zhuo said, the feeling of kissing down his forehead disappeared.

The old man's face was dark and smelly. The older he got, the weaker his five senses were, and he didn't even notice the ghost behind him.

Fang Zhuo realized something, and quickly said to the air, "Yanyan, I am a master and a good person. I will not hurt you. We just want to get rid of the yin and evil spirits on your body."

He pursed his lips, and added in a low voice, "Be good, and when the matter is over, I, I will fight with you again."

There was a chuckle of "chi" in the void.

The old man turned his face away, and his eyes were quite complicated. The young people nowadays express their brotherhood in a really special way.