Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Luyan's excuse for keeping Fang Zhuo here is that this gentleman has real skills, and if he leaves his soul at night, he might be able to arrest the soul on the spot.

Probably because there were too many failures, the great-grandson became more and more disgusted with these things.

He even had doubts about Lihun's statement.

After finally cooperating once, of course the old lady would not object, not only did she not object, she even received her with the courtesy of a guest of honor.

Even the room was specially arranged by the servant as a second bedroom next to the master bedroom.

The rooms are so close together, what if the man goes crazy in the middle of the night and wants to make trouble, the noise is too loud, and the old lady is woken up?

His image of a cold and out-of-this-world master is gone.

So it's absolutely impossible to keep the door open.

The old man was exhausted, and soon after dinner, he began to doze off, and was helped back to the room by the servant.

Fang Zhuo followed closely, dodging the man's gaze, and entered the second bedroom next door.

The decoration of this bedroom is grand and luxurious, with thick carpets all over the floor.

After Fang Zhuo took a shower, he sat cross-legged on the ground barefoot and started watching TV.

There is a dog blood idol drama on TV, that is, you love me and I don't love you, and you don't love me but I fall in love with you deeply.

Fang Zhuo was very disgusted at the beginning, but the more he watched it, the more fascinated he became.

When the heroine almost died in a car accident, she almost cried, sniffing and said to the system, "It's so sad."

233,"...It's all staged, fake."

Fang Zhuo, "I am also acting every day, but the emotions I pour into are all real."

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered what happened during the day, "Did I behave well during the day? Do I look like a real master?"

233,"Like, but half of it is the protagonist's credit."

If the protagonist doesn't cooperate, the host will show his flaws in minutes and be kicked out of Jiang's house.

Thinking of Jiang Luyan, Fang Zhuo held the back of his head and leaned back against the foot of the bed.

"What do you think Jiang Luyan wants to confirm with me?" The man's tone was very serious at that time, so he probably didn't mean that.

233 said he didn't know, "Are you really not keeping the door open? What if something important happens?"

Fang Zhuo wavered, "Let's see when the time comes."

Regardless of whether it is the hall or the room, the placement of objects in the Jiang family is very particular about Feng Shui. This kind of place can suppress and expel dirty things.

For example, Jiang Hao, from the moment he entered the old house, Fang Zhuo noticed that his brows were always furrowed, and he seemed to be unwell.

If he guessed right, it should be influenced by the Feng Shui aura of the old house.

When thinking of Jiang Hao, I naturally think of the string of beads in his hand.

Fang Zhuo saw that it was still early, so he called the old man.

"Master." As soon as the phone was connected, Fang Zhuo yelled out tiredly, which made the old man get goose bumps all over his body.

Nasty is nasty, but I still feel very comfortable being called.

He got up from the futon, walked into the yard, and asked fiercely, "What's the matter?"

Fang Zhuo immediately told about Jiang Hao, and then asked, "Do you know what that is?"

"You can't know until you see the real thing." The old man's voice was deep, "But it must not be a good thing, otherwise that person will not have bad luck."

I don't know what came to mind, but the old man reminded again for the first time, "The days are not peaceful these days, you should memorize the talisman quickly, and I will teach you some other things later. When you are alone, pay more attention to safety."

Fang Zhuo was flattered, "Thank you, Master."

After hanging up the phone, the old man stood in the yard for a while, the wrinkles between his brows getting deeper and deeper.

What the silly apprentice said, he always felt a bit like the Bai family's technique of raising ghosts, relying on the blood, yang energy of living people, and the ever-growing yin and bad energy of the human body to support ghosts.

It can be said to be a very sinister thing.

The most frightening thing is that most of the supporters died suddenly due to the yin and yang.

The resentment and hostility of people who die violently are very nourishing for the spirits being offered.

Fang Zhuo hung up the phone, thoughtfully, "Master seems to know something."

233, "Are you really not going to help Jiang Hao?"

Help me a fart, just face that guy in front of him, and say eccentrically to his future husband that it is absolutely impossible to help.

"Idiots help him." Fang Zhuo frowned, "And I always feel that it's tricky, Bai Jinshan is so familiar with him, why does Jiang Hao bypass him and negotiate with me?"

233 Thinking about it, Bai Jinshan is much better than a half-baked host.

It's a pity that it dared not say this.

Fang Zhuo snorted, "Besides, he can't find anyone else to help, so he will turn around and come to me. It's not too late to make a move, and he can raise the price on the ground."

233 was speechless, and couldn't believe that the host had the talent of profiteering.

"...you weren't like this before."

When the host was still a little innocent, he would only concentrate on tasks every day, and didn't care about such extraneous things at all.

Fang Zhuo was confident, "Didn't you hear that my man is going bankrupt?"

233, "According to the law of the protagonist, he will definitely reach the pinnacle of his life in the end."

"You don't understand." Fang Zhuo turned his legs up, his feet dangling in the air.

"Giving charcoal in the snow can not only increase the favorability, but also establish a kind and tall image in the heart of the other party, not to mention that the money was originally earned by the boss himself."

233's voice suddenly dropped, "I don't know much about the world, so you can figure it out."

Fang Zhuo sat up straight, "Normal, you are a data code."

233 didn't make a sound, but Fang Zhuo somehow felt that it was a little sad.

The system baby usually hangs out with him, watching him laugh and cry, would he envy him for having these emotions?

Thinking of what he promised the system before, Fang Zhuo asked, "You asked me to promise you something before, can you say it now?"

The system can only live in his consciousness every day, and can't see the colorful world outside, which is very pitiful.

So he added, "No matter what, I promise you."

233 whispered, "Really?"

"Truer than pearls."

"Then you should complete the task well, and I will tell you when the task is over."

233's voice visibly jumped up, Fang Zhuo smiled.

This system is really good for him. If it is replaced by other auxiliary systems, he can't imagine whether he can get to where he is now.

Fang Zhuo, "233, thank you."

The host's tone was too serious, and 233 almost lost its system, so he responded vaguely.

Although Fang Zhuo didn't want to keep the door open for the man, Fang Zhuo subconsciously checked the time on his phone.

It was past nine o'clock in the evening, and he went to open the window and looked down.

The lights on the first floor have been turned off, and the servants should have fallen asleep.

Fang Zhuo was suddenly a little nervous, a little afraid that the man would really come, but a little bit hoped that he would come to make contact, very contradictory.

Just when he was about to close the window, he suddenly saw a woman standing under the streetlight opposite.

The woman stood barefoot on the ground, her toes were covered with blood, her white dress was torn, and her long hair was hanging down, which was very strange.

But he seemed to be dazed, unable to move his eyes no matter what.

At this moment, the woman suddenly moved, she slowly raised her head, revealing a pointed chin, and then a mouth covered in blood...

Fang Zhuo almost peed in fright, his heart was beating so fast that it was about to explode.

The woman smiled at him with her scarlet mouth parted, and looked at him with blood-colored eyes.

Her mouth moved, as if to say, come here.

Fang Zhuo wanted to go back and look for the talisman he brought, but his body wouldn't listen.

He watched as he knelt on the window sill, then stood up, holding the window frame with his hand, and stepped out with the other foot.

There is no moon or stars tonight, and the sky is covered by thick clouds.

The system yelled in his mind, "Come down quickly, what are you doing!"

"I can't control myself, damn it." Fang Zhuo panicked.

That female ghost under the street lamp must be poisonous, I dare not come in, so I try to get him out.

With such a good brain, he must be a top student when he was alive.

Just when his other leg was about to step out, a pair of arms suddenly stretched out from behind, strangled his waist and dragged him down.

"Are you crazy? What window are you climbing in the middle of the night?"

The furious voice exploded in his ears, and Fang Zhuo suddenly found that his body had recovered.

Seeing that the young man didn't respond, Jiang Luyan clasped his shoulders and turned him around.

Pinching his face hard, he asked, "What were you doing just now?"

"I don't know, I saw a woman outside the window..." Fang Zhuo felt that he must have been frightened out of his wits, and actually felt that the pain of being pinched by a man made him feel at ease.

The feeling of being out of control just now was really too bad, as if he had become a marionette.

Jiang Luyan let go of his hand, with a sullen face, "Is it pretty?"

It was so beautiful, he didn't want to see that bloody face again in his life.

Sensing the gloomy atmosphere on the other side, Fang Zhuo's eyelids twitched, "It's not pretty, there's blood all over its face, it must have been killed by someone."

After finishing speaking, I felt that it was not enough, and added in a doggy manner, "In my heart, you are the prettiest."

Jiang Luyan snorted lightly, pulled him up from the ground sullenly, walked to the window and looked, there was nothing under the street lamp.

But in Fang Zhuo's eyes, the girl is still there and crying.

Red tears flowed down the eyes, terrible and pitiful.

He lightly bumped Jiang Luyan with his elbow, endured the fear, and described the other's appearance while observing.

After hearing this, Jiang Luyan felt familiar. After thinking for a moment, he took out his mobile phone and entered a girl's name.

Then handed it to Fang Zhuo, "Is it her?"

The girl in the photo was wearing a white dress, with long hair reaching her waist, and a sideways smile, similar to the female ghost with a festering face under the street lamp.

"It seems to be her." Fang Zhuo murmured, and slid his finger on the screen, and the content below was about the girl's missing report.

It has been three years since today, and no one was alive or dead, but the family still did not give up searching.

Now that the ghost is coming, the person must be dead.

He thought for a while, then turned around and found a pen and paper in the bookcase beside the desk, wrote a line, and threw it out.

The ball of paper just landed at the female ghost's feet.

The female ghost seemed to be delirious, and reacted very slowly. It took a while to squat down bluntly and tear apart the paper ball.

She looked up at the window, and the blood and tears flowed more violently, all dripping on the ground.

Fang Zhuo suddenly felt a little sad, and asked the system, "Is it true that no one has seen her before?"

233 said, "It should be. Although she looks scary, she cried very sadly."

Fang Zhuo sighed, and suddenly felt that a bit of bad luck was not necessarily a bad thing, at least it would help ghosts.

After about two or three minutes, the female ghost squatted on the ground, and with her fingers abruptly, wrote a line of blood on the rough concrete floor.

There are 3 buildings in row B.

This is obviously an address, Fang Zhuo turned around and asked, "Are there 3 buildings in row B in this area?"

Jiang Luyan said yes, "It's in the east."

Fang Zhuo turned his head and found that the female ghost was no longer there. He asked, "Is it the missing girl's home?"

"No." Jiang Luyan's eyes fell on the young man's tightly pursed lips, his Adam's apple moved, and he was inexplicably thirsty. Only the body fluid in the other party's mouth could quench his thirst.

He forced himself to look away, "What's wrong?"

Fang Zhuo's face was heavy, "Then this address is probably the murderer's home."

Jiang Luyan instantly understood what he meant, and immediately took out his mobile phone to make a call.

At around ten o'clock that night, several police cars drove into the old western-style building community in the city center, and found a case of murder and hiding corpses in Building B, Row 3.

The body was found under the suspect's bed and had been air-dried into a mummified body.

From the preliminary comparison of the clothes and the skeleton outline of the face, the police suspect that the deceased may be the daughter of a wealthy businessman who disappeared three years ago.

Fang Zhuo stood in front of the window, watching the changing red and blue police lights gradually go away, feeling complicated.

He just held the attitude of trying, but he didn't expect to try it right.

The female ghost should be able to leave in peace.

I don't know why, but I felt light in my heart, as if I was about to fly, "Brother Ah San, am I doing a good deed?"

233 said, "Of course, when the task is over, it can be counted as extra points and exchanged for extra rewards."

Fang Zhuo, "...do we have to wait until the end of the mission again? Can't we exchange it now?"

"There is no such precedent, but I can make an application report." 233 asked him, "If it is possible, what do you want now?"

Fang Zhuo was a little shy, "Can I have a dozen of the grease from the last world?"

Although he has the physique of a cauldron, the flowers at the back are a bit uncomfortable. After the last time, he was very uncomfortable, and it took two days to relieve the swelling.

The grease in the last world is very good, not only for caring, but also for firming and lubricating effects.

The production process and formula have long been swallowed by the torrent of time, which cannot be found in today's society.

233 didn't expect him to be so promising, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Wait, I'll ask for you."

As the reporter, Jiang Luyan followed the police back to make notes, and it was already midnight when he came back.

Fang Zhuo hadn't slept yet, and wanted to wait for the man to come back and listen to the results before going to sleep. As soon as the door opened, he regretted it. This is almost like inviting a wolf into the room.

When Jiang Luyan walked in, although his face was still sullen, there was joy in the corners of his eyes and brows.

This is a difficult expression, and Fang Zhuo expressed his admiration.

"What's the matter? Is it really the missing girl?"

"We have to wait for the results of the dna comparison." Jiang Luyan loosened his tie with fingers curled, and sat down on the sofa.

Seeing the young man standing still, he patted the place beside him, "Come here."

The man's clothes were straight and his belt was buckled tightly, as if he didn't want to cause trouble, so Fang Zhuofang felt relieved and put his butt on the sofa.

Jiang Luyan looked at him from the side, his eyes were frighteningly deep, "I didn't leave my soul tonight, why?"

Because I am your cheater, I can help you exorcise ghosts and evil spirits during the day and night, and calm your mind when you are in bed.

One person can do more than one job, and you will definitely not suffer a loss if you marry and go home.

Fang Zhuo was taken aback, "Brother Ah San, I suddenly think I'm so awesome."

233 doesn't have a mentally handicapped host, so he continues to play with his electronic cat.

There was no applause in his head, and Fang Zhuo was not discouraged.

He rolled his eyes and thought of a perfect rhetoric, "It's a long story."

Jiang Luyan glanced at the time on his wrist, then stood up suddenly, "Then stop talking."

Fang Zhuo, "..." Why is this different from what he thought?

He opened his mouth and wanted to continue telling the story, but suddenly his face changed, and his voice trembled violently, "Why are you taking off your clothes!"

Jiang Luyan slowly threw the shirt aside, "Fuck you."

Fang Zhuo, "..."