Little Cthulhu [Quick Transmigration]

It turned out to be the case.

Qin Yu brushed the little mole that made the finishing touch with his fingers, and took off the photo. The back was covered with yellow charms, and the red spells were interlaced and densely packed.

This is the clue left by the kid before he was taken away.

Everyone understands the principle of darkness under the lights, but it is bold and confident enough to directly make the ceremony of ghost marriage into a link in the haunted house.

Cut-and-pasted photos of the couple in the haunted house, enshrined as a couple, endured months of tourists and deepening bondage.

Qin Yu's face was calm, and he clenched his fingers holding the photo tightly, making a clacking sound of interlaced joints.

The red invitation card that fell at that time, the so-called auspicious day is not today?

Can't delay, the contract in his hand has not been broken, and the other party's ceremony has not been completed.

With a cold face, Qin Yu pressed his fingers on the talisman paper and tore off one layer after another. Every time he peeled off a layer, the yellow talisman turned into flying ash in his hand.

Dealing with a silly kid can use so many layers of seals, not to mention the real bondage at the haunted house.

Hold on for a while.

Qin Yu opened the door and walked downstairs quickly. He saw Qin Zijie squatting beside the car outside the Tongzilou.

The other party raised his head, scratched his hair and said, "...Hey, boss, I'm not at ease, so I'm still here."

Before Qin Yu had time to say more, he opened the car door and got in the car: "Take me to the xx playground, hurry up."

"Ah...? Hmm!" Qin Zijie saw the other party's cold expression, nodded quickly, and started the car.

As for the little ghost, the little ghost actually has no concept of the third day.

Whether it is crisis or danger, he is well protected under someone's warm wings, in his safe house.

The first thing that felt wrong was that Qin Yu suddenly closed his eyes and fell asleep in the middle of his speech. No matter how much he yelled or shook, the other party kept his eyes closed.

Then a piece of sticky and wet black spread out from the cross stitch behind him, first wrapped around the boy's slender wrists and ankles, clung to and devoured bit by bit, the little ghost struggled and made a whining sound.

He called Qin, using his hands and feet together, tearing and biting the black mud-like things, but he was still pulled into the photo frame, and his sharp nails pressed against the wall, leaving a scratch on the wall.

When the kid woke up, he was sitting in the swaying sedan chair, his eyes were red, he angrily tore off the red hijab on his head, looked down and was so angry——

I don't know why she is wearing a red dress, with pointed shoes with mandarin ducks on the soles of her feet, and a thick flowerpot bottom.

There was noise outside, and this time he heard it clearly, the sound of gongs and drums, and a man with a high-pitched voice shouting loudly, "The auspicious time has come, the bride gets off the sedan chair."

When you are a ghost, you will be a ghost's mother, and you will be a ghost's sedan chair.

He should be happily watching TV with Qin now, maybe he can eat hot pot and go out to play tomorrow if he acts like a baby.

I don't know what happened to Qin.

The little ghost thought violently, the sedan chair stopped, the curtain in front of him was lifted by a thin hand, and the "people" standing neatly outside all stopped, turning their heads to stare at him.

"Ask the bride to get off the sedan chair."

"Ask the bride to get off the sedan chair."

……

The kid brushed his messy hair and grinned outside, the corners of his mouth were split to reveal a row of sharp teeth.

"Okay."

He flicked his foot, and found that the obstructive shoe seemed to grow out, and he couldn't get it off, so he drooped his eyebrows and eyes in grievance.

The long fingernails slid across quickly, and the puppet standing in front of the carriage was cut open, its lips were still open and closed, and it kept chanting "please get off the sedan chair".

"It's so annoying..." The little ghost walked out awkwardly as he stepped on his shoes, "Who is the bride?"

The black viscous thing penetrated from the ground, trying to wrap around his ankles, the kid was on guard this time, jumped to another open space, was pulled by a few hands behind him and almost fell down.

He cut those things in half and found that this is an ancient street, crowded and full of strange "people", and they came to him.

"Wow!"

This is too much, and that black thing, the kid simply ran towards the other side.

There was a fog farther ahead, but no matter how he ran forward, the fog was not far or near him.

The little devil can't think so much, and it's over when he runs away. Qin will always come to him.

He doesn't know the time, the shoes on his feet are weird, and the skirt is not easy to use, but the things behind him don't know how tired they are.

The kid wowed, the black mud entangled his skirt and pulled it back violently, he staggered and fell to the ground, quickly scratched his skirt with his fingernails, and crawled forward twice to avoid pulling his things.

"Do you know that's rude!" He scolded, tearing apart a puppet that was trying to rush up to catch him with both hands, black cotton wool burst out of it, and another one was entangled again.

"Woooo exhausted, Qin... hot pot animation roller coaster..."

The little ghost was panting and muttering, one tore the other, with several "people" who were holding him hanging from his body, he stumbled and stood up forcibly.

A burst of light suddenly erupted from his body, and a lot of memory fragments poured in. The kid cheered up with a splitting headache, and could feel the strength in his body increase——

Qin found the traces he left behind!

So he dragged a large group of things behind him and continued to run around.

"You just wait here." Qin Yu opened the door and got out of the car, and said to Qin Zijie, "If I don't come out after an hour, call 120."

"Don't let anyone else in."

Qin Zijie held the spell Qin Yu gave him and nodded, he knew that if he went in, he would only hinder him.

Qin Yu went straight to the haunted house, took out a small piece of pagoda tree from his arms, put it in his mouth and pressed it under his tongue, took out a special red candle, lit it, followed the method of entering the second basement floor last time, from the Enter the haunted house.

When he reached step No.17, he raised his leg and stepped over the high wooden threshold, entering the aisle where photos and tributes were placed in the haunted house that day.

The boy smiled brightly and carefree, but it was a pity that the blacked-out thing next to him seemed too obtrusive.

Qin Yu walked over with a blank expression on his face. With a touch of his fingertips, the photo frame cracked, and the other half of the photo fell from above to the ground.

He continued to walk forward, one step, two steps...

His eyes suddenly brightened, he looked up, the wide ancient street was empty, covered with red curtains and red flowers, the sound of gongs and drums came from a distance, and there was a fog behind him.

After entering here, he could vaguely feel the existence of the little ghost and another terrifying thing, which weighed heavily in the sky like a dark cloud.

The brand in his mouth has a bitter taste, which can make people hold their breath, cover up the yang energy of a living person, and also have the effect of refreshing the mind.

Qin Yu couldn't speak, so he cut his fingers and chased in the direction of the red line.

He didn't go far before he saw the little ghost, because the other party had been running for a long time.

The little ghost fell to the ground in embarrassment, with scratches all over his body, his red dress was torn, and one foot was bent to the side strangely and feebly.

And the black mud wrapped around his other thin white ankle, leaving red marks, dragging him back for life, and those puppets swarmed up and pressed him tightly.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, frantically struggled to crawl forward after a moment of surprise: "Qin...Qin!"

He was so tired that he could barely lift his fingers, so he opened his mouth full of fangs to bite, like a ferocious beast on the verge of death.

He is a resentful spirit, and also Qin Yu's resentful spirit. He is paranoid, vicious, and unreasonable. Even if he dies, he will die by Qin Yu's side.

No one can take him away.Don't even think about it.

Qin Yu was about to bite the wooden sign in his mouth, and there was a fishy-sweet smell in his throat, so it didn't matter.

He ran forward, pressing his bleeding finger on the center of his eyebrows, drawing a horizontal bloodstain, and said quickly: "Under the Sanqing sect, please burn incense to reach heaven and earth, help people and goods, and rule heaven and earth." , observe the good and observe the evil, control the water and fire, control the people and the people, and learn and pass on the Dharma to the immortal master."

When he opened his eyes again, he was already an emotionless white, with a majestic momentum on his body.

"roll."

The sound exploded in heaven and earth, "he" raised his hand, and a piece of talisman flew straight out, and exploded instantly when it touched those ghost things.

The kid subconsciously closed his eyes, but he didn't feel the pain.

He smelled a familiar smell, so he opened his eyes cautiously, but he was already in Qin Yu's warm arms.

The other party did not speak, but pressed his bloody forehead against his forehead, the tips of his noses pressed against each other, and they rubbed each other intimately, silently comforting him.

The kid tried his best to swallow the untimely grievances and anxiety, but Qin Yu's black eyes were too gentle, he pursed his mouth, and let out a howl.

He was terrified of death, those things were disgusting and disgusting.

He misses Qin so much.

"...Cry." Qin Yu suppressed the bloody smell in his throat, and reached out to wipe the wet cheek of the other party, "Don't be afraid."

"Wuuuu, Qin...too hard." The kid cried for a while and suddenly said, the other party was so hard, there were thin calluses on his fingertips, which pressed heavily against his cheek, "It hurts a bit."

Qin Yu didn't speak, wiped away the other party's tears, and also wiped off the messy makeup on the other party's face, revealing a delicate and pitiful face, his eyes were covered with tears, and the side of his face was rubbed red.

The kid belatedly touched his face, then looked at his fair arm: "Eh? Okay..."

He tried his best just to run, but he really didn't notice any changes in himself.

Qin Yu frowned to see the strange skirt that the little ghost was wearing, and the other person felt a little embarrassed, and subconsciously wanted to curl up and be fixed by those hands.

Qin Yu looked at it for a while, then looked away from the fingerprints on his body, and pressed his weirdly broken right foot again: "Does it hurt?"

"Fortunately... woohoo!" Luckily, the kid changed his tune just as Qin Yu pressed the button, "Qin, what are you doing!"

Qin Yu sighed, bit back the bloodless cut of his index finger, and lightly tapped those wounds, and the scars healed quickly.

"Did you remember anything?" he asked in a low voice.

The kid thought for a while, and pulled out the memory fragments that just flooded in from his messy mind: "Oh! Yes! I will tell you when I go back!"

"My... bride..." A shrill male voice came from a distance, "Give it back to me..."

"I'm bah bah bah! Who is your bride!" Relying on Qin Yu's presence, the little ghost was finally able to scold unscrupulously.

"My... bride..." The other party's hoarse and high-pitched voice was like iron wire rubbing against each other, repeated over and over again, getting closer and closer.

Qin Yu stood up, looked up at the ancient street, billowing black clouds surged over, and a black figure in a dark blue palace uniform stood at the end.

He pursed his lips.

"Come grab it."