Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Luyan left for an hour, and when he came back, he was bulging with something in his pocket.

When walking, it jingled inside.

He took out the things and put them on the table. They were all small brown glass bottles, each about ten milliliters, and there were twenty of them.

"You take these with you," Jiang Luyan said.

Fang Zhuo picked up a small bottle and shook it. The liquid inside was thick. When he unscrewed it and smelled it, it was blood.

"Your?" He frowned, feeling a little bored, when will the big brother's bloodletting problem be corrected.

Seeing people in a daze, Jiang Luyan threw all the small bottles into the young man's backpack.

"I have a special constitution, and I am immune to evil. This blood should be able to help you." He pinched the young man's cheek, "If you are in danger, unscrew it and throw it out."

Fang Zhuo squeezed the bottle in his hand, flattened his mouth, "I'm not willing to throw it away."

This is the blood of the world's father, and it is too extravagant to throw ghosts.

"Why is the boss so nice." He whispered to the system, "Is he like this before time travel?"

233 said, "Don't try to trick me."

Fang Zhuo, "...Oh."

Jiang Luyan was still worried, and didn't know what to think of, so he started to make trouble without saying anything.

This development is too leaps and bounds. I was talking to you and me before, why did I start feeding milk all of a sudden.

Moreover, the milk this morning is a bit thick, and it is very effective in satisfying hunger. Fang Zhuo is full without drinking much.

He wanted to vomit, but his mouth was tightly gagged by the man.

Jiang Luyan kissed the back of his neck, his voice was hoarse and gentle, "Hey, wait a little longer."

Fang lay on the bed like a dead fish, feeling a little sweet in his heart.

He understood, the boss knew that he was full of yang, and that happened to be where the essence was, and he wanted his body to absorb more.

What a well-intentioned little cutie.

The two overlapped on the bed for a while, Fang Zhuo carp jumped up from the bed, and sat cross-legged across from the man.

He originally planned to act secretly, but seeing that the man is so worried, let's forget it.

"Where are you going this morning?"

Jiang Luyan wiped him with a wet towel, "Deal with the remaining accounts of the company."

Fang Zhuo said, "I'm going to Nanshan."

Knowing that he would not stay at home obediently, the man said helplessly, "I'll take you there."

The memorial service will last for three days, and there are still many people in the hall.

The difference from yesterday was that Mrs. Jiang was not present on the grounds that she was old and physically weak, and Mrs. Jiang's whereabouts were also missing.

As a woman who dotes on her son, it is impossible not to show up unless she is too sick to get out of bed.

Fang Zhuo looked around the venue again, but he was indeed not there.

He wondered, "Where's Jiang Hao's mother? Are you sick from fright?"

"Almost." 233 said two words, "Crazy."

Fang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and sighed, karma is really unambiguous, you think he won't come back, but in fact he is hiding in a corner, ready to strike someone fatally.

The bad things you have done will sooner or later have to be repaid by yourself.

In the mourning hall, only Jiang Lao Er presided over it, with a haggard face, not like the previous boss at all.

He looked this way, his eyes were dark, and his teeth were clenched.

If it weren't for the large number of people present, who were afraid of being made public by the media, they would have rushed up and barked a few times.

Both the son and the wife had contact with Jiang Luyan before they were born, so he must be behind the scenes.

He shifted his gaze and landed on Fang Zhuo, remembering the anonymous phone call he had received before.

The other party told him that if there is anything in this world that can kill people invisible, it must be Taoism.

Jiang's second child creaked his fists, turned around, walked to the corner, and made a phone call.

Jiang Luyan stared at Jiang's second child whose body was covered by the shadow of the light, always a little worried, and repeatedly told him, "I will come to pick you up in two hours."

Fang Zhuo waved, "Let's go, I won't run around."

Jiang Luyan said, "Tighten the cufflinks I gave you, don't lose them."

Fang Zhuoxin said, how dare I, if I lose that thing, my pants will fall off.

He patted the man's shoulder, "Let's go, don't be so talkative."

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding air became low.

Jiang Luyan had a gloomy face and was about to say something when the cell phone in his pocket rang.

He took it out and looked at it, cut it off, poked Fang Zhuo's nose and said, "I'll deal with you at night."

Fang Zhuo didn't quite understand, why did he dare to threaten him now that he was eating his own?

"Is he not afraid that I will drive him out?"

"Are you willing?" The system hit the nail on the head.

Fang Zhuo lowered his head and kicked the carpet, muttering, "I'm not willing."

After finishing speaking, he spoke up for the boss, "Actually, threats are threats, and the boss treats me very well. You see, he gave me a small gift."

233 has nothing to say, "Hehe."

Fuck, was the system sneering just now, Fang Zhuo pursed his lips, "Why are you laughing so viciously?"

233,"I was sold and returned the money."

Fang Zhuo, "???"

233,"The cufflinks on your trousers are trackers."

Fang Zhuo turned his back and lifted up a little T-shirt. The sapphire fire was very beautiful, and it was real at first sight.

Today's tracking equipment can be so tall, amazing.

After Fang Zhuo was surprised, he was not angry. This thing was obviously used by the boss himself, and he was afraid that he would lose it again if he didn't put it on him.

It seems that what happened before left a big shadow on the boss.

Seeing that the man was in a daze again, Jiang Luyan squeezed the young man's hand hard, and then kissed him on the forehead.

When he turned to leave, the man walked with the wind, and his body exuded the sour smell of joy and love.

The people around were stunned by this scene. There was a collective silence at first, and then buzzing discussions erupted.

The one who was the most frightened was Jiang's second child. He thought he had caught Jiang Luyan's handle, and immediately sent a text message to inform the old lady.

In the old house.

The old lady was taking a nap, when she heard a "ding", she opened her eyes instantly.

She put on her presbyopic glasses, and there was no response after reading it, so she sneered and turned off the phone.

Jiang's second son held his mobile phone and waited, but he didn't wait for the old lady's follow-up call, so he couldn't help being puzzled.

He frowned, and immediately called back, but the phone was fucking turned off!

As a live broadcast fan, Fang Zhuo already had a panoramic view of all this. I really didn't realize that the old lady had quite a personality.

Seeing that there was no follow-up, taking advantage of Jiang's second child not paying attention, he went to the next aisle.

In the aisle, the cleaning uncle is cleaning.

This uncle is estimated to be 50 years old, with drooping eyebrows and eyes, and works very carefully.

"Brother Ah San, can I find out the basic information of this uncle?"

"Hold on."

Almost a second after the voice fell, lines of words appeared on the light screen.

To sum it up, this uncle is an honest man who works hard and has been cleaning here for more than ten years.

Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, the uncle just raised his head and glanced, then buried himself in cleaning.

Fang Zhuo, "Hello, can I ask one thing?"

The uncle froze for a moment, then raised his head, "What do you want to ask?"

"I heard that strange things often happen in Nanshan, I want to ask you about it..." Probably because of the environment, Fang Zhuo was terrified while talking.

The uncle looked flustered and hurriedly denied, "It's nothing."

Fang Zhuo lowered his head and lowered his eyes, shrinking his shoulders in fear, "But I really saw it the night before yesterday."

There was a sudden power outage at the funeral home the night before, and three more people were found outside the morgue, which had already spread among the staff.

The uncle guessed at once that the young man was one of them.

He sighed, a little worried, "You'd better find someone to take a look, so as not to be entangled."

Fang Zhuo trembled, his voice trembling, "Do you know what that is? I looked like a man, and I followed him to the cemetery in the south that night..."

"You said the south side just now?" The uncle was surprised, and unconsciously said to himself, "How could it be the south side, it should be the west side..."

As he was talking, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right. When he looked up, he was gone.

Under the sunlight, the cemetery did not feel any warmth during the day.

After Fang Zhuo arrived at the cemetery, he looked in the direction of the sun, identified east, west, north, south, went straight ahead, and then turned right.

He took out the compass, and the pointer turned very slowly round and round.

This shows that I am surrounded by ghosts in all directions, but not as many as I encountered at the door of the morgue before.

Fang Zhuo was chilled all over, his exposed arms and calves were chilly.

Not far away, someone finished sweeping the tomb and was walking this way.

He took a deep breath, and before those people left the cemetery, he quickened his pace, and finally started to trot.

As soon as those people left the cemetery, Fang Zhuo's courage was taken away.

The speed under his feet was getting slower and slower, and finally stopped. He took out the small compass from his clothes and found that the pointer did not turn.

It was trembling, pointing to the southeast of him.

Fang Zhuo turned around in the direction until the pointer stopped, and then went straight forward.

The cemetery in Nanshan covers a very large area. In addition to ordinary cemeteries juxtaposed one after another, there are also luxury cemeteries with small yards.

What the compass was pointing at happened to be a grave bag.

There is no monument on the grave, the grass on it has been cut very flat, and not far away, there is a small wooden house.

The window of the cabin was wide open, and a fat man was taking off his shoes, resting his socked feet on the window frame, eating chicken legs with relish.

Fang Zhuo, "..."

Fat brother, you want your ancestors to be smoked to death.

He squatted down and hid behind a big sycamore tree. He wrinkled his nose and smelled a faint smell of blood in the air.

"Brother Ah San, can you disclose the fat man's information?"

"Didn't you guess it?"

Fang Zhuo hehehe, "Just to confirm again."

233 said, "People from the Bai family."

Fang Zhuo put away his smile, his eyes were fixed on the front, such a big grave bag, it should not be ashes, but a corpse.

The Bai family must have used some method to keep the corpse from decomposing, so that Bai San's soul could stay in it temporarily.

When the yin-gathering array is set up and the yin energy of the surrounding city is continuously attracted, Bai San can escape from that corpse and regain his new life.

These days, he rummaged through the books the old man gave him, and only found a little bit about the Yin Judgment Formation, which said that it was against the sky to resurrect himself by plundering other ghosts.

The specifics are against the sky, and even the origin of this formation is not mentioned in the book.

Fang Zhuo hissed, "The Yin Gathering Formation was passed down by the Bai family's ancestors?"

233 said, "Well, they have studied ghost raising and ghost control for many years, and there are a lot of ancient books handed down."

Fang Zhuo's eyes lit up, "Ancient books? In the study of the Bai family?"

233 said, "In an ancient building in the countryside, the Bai family will send people to maintain it every year."

"Such a treasure..." Fang Zhuo scratched his chin, "Brother Ah San, you have a map there, let's set fire to him sometime."

Keeping this kind of thing is also harmful. Now it is him, and it may be someone else in the future.

Only by eradicating the roots will the group of weeds not regrow.

233 wowed, "I'm in charge of blocking surveillance for you!"

Fang Zhuo, "..."

He often has the feeling that the system is not like a rigid program setting, but more like a living person.

With a click, the door of the wooden house moved, and the fat man came out, holding a bronze basin in his hand. He walked over and poured the viscous blood in the basin around the grave.

Fang Zhuo immediately asked the system to turn on the live broadcast. In the light screen, the fresh blood seemed to be absorbed by the grass or soil, leaving nothing behind.

No need to guess, the blood used to nourish the corpse should be human blood.

Fang Zhuo felt sick for a while, and went back the same way quietly.

He planned to go back and fuck some more guys, taking advantage of the strong yang energy and weak yin spirit during the daytime, he tried to get rid of Bai San.

Walking, suddenly stopped.

On the road directly ahead, there are two paper figurines standing.

The paper figurines are a man and a woman, with two exaggerated blushes on their pale faces, typical dead fish eyes, and wearing red clothes and green pants...

This shape alone can make people cry.

But the paper figurine is ugly, and it is quite scary to suddenly appear in the huge cemetery out of thin air.

Especially a coward like Fang Zhuo.