Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Zhuo blinked at the man outside the car, but didn't react for a moment.

Didn't this person go to work? Why did he come back suddenly?

Seeing that the young man was still in a daze, Jiang Luyan said with a cold face, "Come down."

The sound is not loud, but it contains enough deterrence.

Fang Zhuo came back to his senses in an instant, and quickly rolled down from the car, with a small follower behind his buttocks.

The mouse turned his head and looked at his beloved car. The body was dented, and he was stabbed severely in the heart, dripping blood.

Jiang Luyan swept the young man from head to toe, made sure that there was nothing wrong with him, turned around and left.

The driver came over with a phone, "I've already called someone to tow the car, and the villa will bring the car over immediately."

Jiang Luyan nodded slightly, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and stood on the side of the road looking into the distance.

Fang Zhuo also looked into the distance, the scenery is really good.

The drizzle made everything appear covered with a layer of mist, and the Yunlan Manor in the distance was in the rain and fog, a bit hazy like a mirage.

He turned his head to look at the man's side face, and found that there was a lot of small white sugar on his head.

Asked curiously, "Why are you back again?"

There was a bit of softness in the suspicious tone, and those who didn't know thought it was the wife who was asking about her husband.

Jiang Luyan's face was extremely unnatural, and he turned his head to look at another place, "Come back and ask you something."

Who would have thought that one day he would be the one being asked by the protagonist.

The proud seed in Fang Zhuo's heart grew into a towering tree, and he raised his chin, "Ask."

"You..." Jiang Luyan hesitated to speak.

Tsk, why do you look like a big girl, Fang Zhuo raised his eyebrows, "What?"

Jiang Luyan pressed the corner of his mouth, "I don't remember exactly what happened to us last night."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

It's not that I can't remember clearly, but I don't remember at all.

He stared into the man's eyes, "Drag me upstairs and press me against the door, remember."

"Remember." These two words were completely squeezed out between the teeth.

Fang Zhuo continued, "Then you hugged me into the bathroom and insisted on giving me a bath. After washing, you pressed me against the wall, hugged me from behind, and beat me up and down. But, Mr. Jiang, I'm honest To be honest, your first time..."

"Really fast."

Jiang Luyan, "..."

Realizing that he said the wrong thing, Fang Zhuo immediately stuffed a sweet date, "But the second time was very long, you put me on the bed..."

"Enough." Jiang Luyan rubbed his brows, he had dreamed of sporadic scenes in the car just now.

Strictly speaking, the person who has a relationship with the young man is not the real him.

Jiang Luyan's expression was unpredictable, and the surrounding air pressure plummeted.

This kind of atmosphere that wants to tear people apart is so familiar. For a moment, I thought it was number two who came out.

Fang Zhuo moved half a step to the side vigilantly, closed his mouth and did not speak.

The atmosphere suddenly became stiff.

It happened that the car came, and before the man could speak, he had already opened the car door and got in.

The mouse was stunned, glanced at the man standing beside the car indifferently, and dared not get in the car.

If Jiang Luyan didn't get in the car, the driver wouldn't dare to drive.Fang Zhuo stared, stretched out his hand and gestured to the mouse.

The mouse is afraid of Jiang Luyan from the bottom of his heart, one is the aura inherent in the other party, and the other is the unpredictable temper of the other party.

As for San, this person might be his sister-in-law in the future, so be careful not to offend her.

The mouse automatically blocked the signal from the boss, and looked at Jiang Luyan cautiously, "Mr. Jiang, aren't you going to get in the car?"

Jiang Luyan glanced at him and sat in the back seat.

As if the driver had been granted an amnesty, he quickly started the car. The mouse leaned against the car door, bowing its head and pretending that it didn't exist.

The car drove smoothly all the way, but the atmosphere inside was too depressing.

Fang Zhuo glanced at him quietly, summoned up his courage, bowed his head, typed a few words on the phone, and handed it over.

——Whether it’s you or him, it’s all one person.

Jiang Luyan's mood has not been relieved in the slightest, as if there is a beast locked in his chest, rampant, trying to break free from the cage.

Fang Zhuo didn't know the big brother's complicated heart, so he was quite happy.

What does jealousy mean? It means that Jiang Luyan regards him as one of his own and has a possessive desire for him. Even if it is not to the point of liking or loving him emotionally, he definitely has a certain liking for him.

As soon as Fang Zhuo was happy, he wanted to hum a song.

No one can hear what the tune is, but they can hear the joy in it.

The mouse immediately flattered, "Boss's self-composed song is really nice."

The tune was out of tune, and the lyrics only had two words, but Jiang Luyan's blood boiled with enthusiasm.

His restrained voice interrupted, "Where are you going?"

Fang Zhuo stopped, "Go to Wuming Temple."

Not to mention Jiang Luyan, even the driver had never heard of this place, so he quickly turned on the navigation.

After entering the three characters Wumingguan, the navigation immediately announced the distance.

The driver was a little embarrassed, "Boss Jiang, the distance from the company is opposite, do you think we should take you to the company first, or..."

"Send him off first." Jiang Luyan closed his eyes as he said, propped his head up and began to close his eyes to rest.

At first his eyelashes fluttered a few times, but then he was completely quiet and fell asleep.

Probably because of dreaming, Jiang Luyan frowned, breathing lightly and then heavily.

Fang Zhuo raised his buttocks and moved over, stretched out his hand to hook his neck, and moved to his side, the man's head leaned on him.

The driver happened to watch this scene from the rearview mirror, and was secretly startled. An ordinary friendship would not have such an intimate act.

When he came to pick him up early this morning, he heard from the people in the villa that the boss had brought someone back, and it was a man.

When he was not driving, he would go upstairs to rest in the office's rest room. He often heard all kinds of gossip, the biggest gossip was undoubtedly the boss himself, and he received the young man alone.

At that time, the gossipers bit the word "alone" very hard, and he still felt that these people's thoughts were dirty.

Now it seems that this gossip is probably true.

The driver stopped his thoughts and concentrated on driving.

The boss's gossip is not gossip, but a secret, and he must act as if he didn't hear or see it.

On the other hand, Mouse was so surprised that his eyes almost fell out. He subconsciously wanted to shout "Boss", but was bumped by the driver's elbow.

Fang Zhuo was so thick-skinned that he pretended not to know the reaction of the two people in front of him.

He pushed Jiang Luyan's head away, moved his shoulders lightly, and continued to lean on him.

From the villa area to the Wuming Temple, the whole journey is more than 20 kilometers. In addition to the morning rush hour traffic jam, Fang Zhuo worked hard and worked as a humanoid pillow for almost an hour.

As soon as the car stopped, Jiang Luyan woke up.

Fang Zhuo moved his shoulders away, frowned and rubbed his eyebrows a few times, and if he put the pillow down again, his limb would be amputated.

Jiang Luyan turned his face out of the window, looked at the dilapidated Taoist temple and said, "You're here."

Throw it away after use, what's wrong with it.

Fang Zhuo pushed the door to get out of the car with a stinky face, and slammed the door again, every cell in his body was telling the man, I am very unhappy.

Jiang Luyan turned his head back, and touched the pillow marks on the young man's shoulders by accident.

After a while, he closed his eyes and leaned on the seat, "Drive."

The driver ordered to start the car immediately, glanced back and forth, and hesitated to speak.

Jiang Luyan opened his eyes and looked at him, "Speak up if you have something to say."

The driver smiled embarrassingly, "Mr. Jiang, don't blame me for talking too much. Mr. Chen is quite a nice person. You slept all the way, but he didn't move at all. I think he just got out of the car in an unnatural posture. I guess it is My shoulders and legs are numb."

Jiang Luyan pursed his lips, showing no emotion.

The driver thought to himself that he must be talking too much, and he was disgusted by others, so he didn't dare to say anything more.

Jiang Luyan turned his gaze out of the window, and there were a few bungalows in the distance, with big words written on them.

"Is demolition going on around here?"

"That's right." The driver suddenly remembered something, glanced at the map on the navigation, and slapped his forehead, "I said that the names of the nearby places are a bit familiar, and this area is a project of Jiang's Construction Engineering."

Now the places that can be developed are almost developed, but the population migrating to the cities is still increasing.

So Jiang's Construction Engineering set the direction of development in the suburbs, hoping to open up more commercial residential areas and resort areas.

Jiang Luyan said, "The Taoist temple just now is going to be demolished?"

The driver thought for a while, "Probably not, there is no writing on it."

In the past few years, Jiang's construction industry has aggressively expanded its territory, but there is no land that cannot be taken down.

The nameless temple is located in the middle, so it is impossible not to dismantle it, it is only a matter of time.

When Jiang Luyan arrived at the company, the secretary followed him into the office and began to report the itinerary.

Halfway through the report, the phone rang. He glanced down and connected it immediately.

"Grandma."

The secretary and the boss looked at each other, understood, and left the office holding the tablet.

Except for this old lady, Jiang Luyan didn't have any good feelings for the Jiang family, including the Jiang Group.

In the Jiang family's old house, grandma was wearing presbyopic glasses and holding a small notebook in her hand, which contained a summary of the conversation.

"Lu Yan, grandma heard that Jiang Hao knows a very powerful gentleman. This weekend, I want to make an appointment to come to the house and let the master help you take a look."

Grandmaster?

Jiang Luyan thought of the young man who was trembling with fright and hiding behind him this morning.

Jiang Luyan refused straight away, "No need."

After speaking, he put the phone away, and then heard the old lady's cry from the receiver in the air, what kind of naughty son who doesn't listen to grandma, bullying my old woman can't beat you.

After the other end finished speaking, Jiang Luyan put the phone back to his ear, "I'll follow your arrangement."

The other end snorted and hung up the phone directly.

-

Fang Zhuo walked into the Taoist temple with the mouse, and it was empty inside without even a trace of popularity.

He went around the backyard and found that every house was locked. It seemed that the old man should have gone out.

The residents of Wuming Guanfu grow their own vegetables, and when they are self-sufficient, they sell them to the vegetable vendors in the city who come to collect them.

So things like grocery shopping can be solved near the Taoist temple, without having to go far.

And I didn't receive a call from the old man who was sick and hospitalized.

That's another possibility. The old man probably collected something and sold it on Ghost Street.

Fang Zhuo asked the system to start a live broadcast, and the old man was indeed in Ghost Street, sitting on a small stool, with a large floral cloth in front of him, and a few copper coins on it.

It is said to be a copper coin, but it is not like a copper coin. There are many characters engraved on it, and the eight diagrams are on the other side.

Fang Zhuo asked, "What is that?"

233, "Mountain ghosts spend money on gossip, which was used to drive away ghosts and evil spirits in ancient times, and there are few existing ones."

Fang Zhuo frowned, "Can you really drive away ghosts and evil spirits?"

233, "I don't know, but some people used it as a waist pendant in ancient times."

For those who have reached a certain level of magic, even a pea can be used to fight ghosts, not to mention this kind of thing that is originally a magical tool for exorcising evil.

Fang Zhuo turned his eyes back to the light screen, and was stunned for a moment, and saw Bai Jinshan in the crowd.

Just as I was about to confirm, the screen was caught off guard and suddenly disappeared.

233,"Sorry, it's related to the plot."

God damn plot related.

Thinking of Bai Jinshan's gloomy eyes, Fang Zhuo felt uncomfortable all over, "Could he be looking for the master? Will he hurt the master?"

The system says no comment.

Bai Jinshan deliberately hid his identity to approach him, and now he appeared again in Ghost Street, near the master's booth.

Fang Zhuo stood up from the stone steps, looked up at the rainy but still gray sky, and walked towards the main hall.

The mouse hurriedly followed, "Boss, where are you going?"

Fang Zhuo said, "Ghost Street, go pick up Master, do you want to go back together?"

The mouse still wanted to stay in the theater and watch the show, so he shook his head.

Wumingguan is located in a remote place, few taxis pass by, but you can share a van.

It was also lucky that Fang Zhuo stopped a car within a few steps on the road.

The van was already overloaded, and there were eight people sitting in the back, so there was no room for him.

So the person who collected the money handed him a small bench and collected ten yuan.

The car went smoothly all the way, but for some reason, thick smoke suddenly rose from the front hood.

"The car is going to blow up, it's going to blow up."

"Stop, stop!"

"Let's get out of the car!"

"..."

As soon as the driver stopped the car, the people in the car screamed and swarmed out of the car door.

Fang Zhuo was sitting at the door of the car. Before he could get out of the way, he was pushed out of the car and fell into a puddle on the ground.

Fortunately, the car did not explode, but there was no way to continue driving.

The driver had no choice but to call and called a car he knew, and asked the other party to help him to the city.

Strangely, the car broke down again not long after carrying everyone away.

Fang Zhuo, "..."

The elder sister next to her began to complain, "What kind of bloody luck happened today."

"It's very unlucky, I guess I have to change the car again." Fang Zhuo was also very depressed.

A total of four cars were changed along the way, and finally reached the urban area barely, and put the person at the gate of a short-distance station.

When Fang Zhuo arrived at Ghost Street by taxi, it was already twelve o'clock at noon, and many people who set up stalls had already left.

Fortunately, the old man is still where he is, meditating with his eyes closed.

A big brother who had just packed up next to him asked him, "Mr. Chen, the person you were waiting for hasn't come yet?"

The old man said, "Here we come."

Then he opened his eyes and looked straight to the southeast.

The elder brother followed his gaze, really, he scratched the back of his head in wonder, this old man is also amazing, can he see people coming even with his eyes closed?

Seeing the astonished expression of his eldest brother, Fang Zhuo puffed out his chest, "My master is really amazing."

233,"That is."

This honeyed and proud tone made it clear that the master probably kept a lot of things from him.

Fang Zhuo strode over, called Master, then squatted down on the ground, and began to help clean up.

The old man stared at the cheap apprentice's hair for a few seconds, and asked in disgust, "What did you eat?"

It's okay not to say, but Fang Zhuo started to feel sick again when he said it, as if he smelled that weird stench again.

The old man picked up a coin and threw it over.

Fang Zhuo caught it subconsciously, and the place where his skin touched the copper coin felt burning pain, and he threw it out subconsciously.

"Master, my hand..." There was a red spot on the palm.

The old man snorted coldly, "I asked you what you ate?"

"The blood of the baby ghost." Fang Zhuo said disgustedly, and then told all the things about meeting the baby ghost this morning and before.

The old man's temper is not very good, but he never really got angry with anyone, but at this moment, he was so angry that he almost gritted his teeth.

"It's so deceiving!"

With a low growl, he poked Fang Zhuo hard on the forehead, "Why are you eating something like your friend?"

Fang Zhuo knew that talking back and defending at this time was just for fuss, so he obediently bought his head and pretended to be wronged.

The old man lost a third of his anger after yelling, "Come back with me, and help you get rid of evil spirits and bad luck first, otherwise within three days, you will be trapped to death by bad luck."

Fang Zhuo immediately turned into a complainer, "On the way I came, the car either got into a sinkhole or broke down for no reason. I changed trains three times in total. By the way, I also fell down. If you don't believe me, you can see."

He was already wearing cropped trousers, and if he lifted the trousers up a little, his knees could be exposed.

The fall was a bit severe, and a large piece of skin was wiped off, which was still covered with sand that would not be dealt with in the future.

The old man sneered, "If you hadn't gotten a little more yang energy from others, you might have died by now."

He frowned, and couldn't help cursing, "These people are getting worse and worse now, what the hell."

Isn't that right? It's fine if you don't be a person yourself, and you don't want others to live.

Rubbish.

The old man didn't have many things, so he just spent a few coins. Fang Zhuo wrapped it in a large flower cloth, held it in his hand, and walked out with the other hand to help the old man.

He licked his lips, frowned and "hissed".

The old man blew his beard and stared, "Stop pretending, go back and teach you something practical, and kill him asshole."

Fang Zhuo changed his face faster than turning the pages of a book, and smiled, "Thank you, master."

The old man snorted, stopped suddenly, and looked serious, "Where is the yang energy on your kid, you are quite domineering."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

He scratched his head, "That's it."

"What kind?" The old man was very curious about it.

Yang Qi is something that cannot stay in the body for a long time if it is not one's own.

He really didn't know that there was a way to put other people's yang energy into his body.

Fang Zhuo blushed, "I just had a fight with someone."

The old man said, "This is also okay?"

Fang Zhuo looked serious, "Maybe it's my luck."

"That's right, you kid is so lucky that you can resurrect your soul from a dead body, so it's nothing to rub some yang energy."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

This is really not an ordinary lounging, but a lounging from the body to the soul.

The old man's thoughts are so upright and simple, Fang Zhuo can only shut his mouth tightly in embarrassment, for fear that the more he talks, the deeper he will become.