Kiss every script [Quick Transmigration]

"Oh!"

Those will-o'-the-wisps converged into a huge ball of blue light and slammed into the tombstone. The huge explosion was deafening, and the shock waves and gravel split the air into black cracks one after another. It shattered inch by inch like shattered glass, and finally disappeared.

It can be said that Wan Yijun simply and rudely blew up the formation.

But Xia Kemiao and the others are still in the cellar! !

Just as Mu Zhichan was about to speak, she was stunned to see the broken stone tablet not far away, and found that only the stone tablet was broken, while the rest were intact, and the fog that had been surging in the forest had dissipated without a trace.

"Well!"

Wan Guofu, who suddenly appeared in front of them, held his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground, his face was pale, his eyes were cloudy, and he was not as energetic as he was at the beginning.

"As a ghost, how could I break through the fog formation that I have set up for 50 years so easily, no, it's impossible..." Wan Guofu said hoarsely, his temples were graying, and he was in a trance, as if he had been hit by some huge force. Stimulate.

And Wan Yi Jun looked down at him condescendingly, his eyes were neither sad nor happy, empty and ethereal, and the blue will-o'-the-wisp floating in Sen Bai's right eye socket added a bit of treachery to him.

"The so-called mist array you call is just a defective product." Wan Yijun said in a low voice, and several clusters of faint blue flames floated silently in his hair.

"No...impossible..." Wan Guofu murmured, he was already very old, and he relied on the mountain spirit energy gathered by the mist formation to strengthen his body. Now that the formation is broken, all the "qi" in his body ” began to lose a lot.

"What is a defective product?" Mu Zhichan asked suspiciously.

"This formation was originally created by the Dali Sacrifice Pavilion. It was specially designed to prevent the royal tomb from being stolen. The predecessor of Wanjia Village should be the tomb guards, but with the passage of time, many things have changed. Disappeared, or what has been handed down is no longer the original appearance." Wan Yijun raised his eyes to look at him, and felt a little relieved after seeing no trace of fear in Mu Zhichan's eyes.

"Now we should be able to call the police." Wan Yi Jun whispered and stood beside him, with more than a dozen small blue will-o'-the-wisps floating around him.

"Okay." Mu Zhichan simply took out her mobile phone and dialed 110, and was connected after only one beep.

"Hello 110? Well, I want to call the police, it's about human organ trafficking..." Mu Zhichan spent nearly 5 minutes explaining the situation to the police in detail, and just after hanging up the phone, he heard someone calling his name , looked up and saw that it was Nan Kemian.

Nan Kemian looked like he ran all the way here, with a few leaves on his hair.

"What happened?" Nan Kemian looked at Wan Guofu, who had collapsed on the ground in a daze, and then at the tombstone blown into rubble, and asked in a gentle voice.

"...This is a bit complicated to say." Mu Zhichan rubbed his nose and said, after thinking for a while, he summed it up in two sentences: "The village chief arranged a formation to hide the traces of human organ trafficking; Mr. Wan gave the formation to me in order to save me. It exploded."

Nan Kemian: "...Understood."

"It should take a while for the police to get here, let's tie them up first." Mu Zhichan said in a deep voice.

"Okay." Nan Kemian said with curved lips.

Half an hour later, intense sirens sounded in this usually peaceful and peaceful village.

"Block the scene!"

"Where's the doctor!? Stretcher stretcher!"

"The body temperature is normal and the heartbeat is normal!"

"Don't watch! Don't watch! Please stand back!"

……

Then, Mu Zhichan was taken into the car by a beautiful policewoman for a preliminary understanding, while Wan Yijun accompanied the whole process with a cold face, but for some reason, the will-o'-the-wisp floating in front of him became a little bigger. a bit.

So this understanding lasted for nearly two hours, but the specific records still had to be taken back to the police station in the town, so Mu Zhichan told the police flower that she would go back to the yin wedding room to pick up her backpack, while Nan Ke Mian was going back to the town with the crew, so he had to go back and pack his things. After that, the two separated at the entrance of the village.

"I'm leaving, what about you?" Mu Zhichan calmly said to Wan Yi while tidying up, feeling a little uneasy.

Because he once told Wan Yijun not to let him follow him, but now he is really reluctant. In fact, it is really nothing if Wanyi Jun follows him. This guy does not need to eat or drink water. Can be used as an air conditioner...

So, is the essence of human beings really fragrant?

"En." Wanyi Jun made a nasal sound, looking at the jade coffin in the lobby thoughtfully, then he waved his sleeves, making the jade coffin the size of a fingernail, lying quietly in his palm .

At this time, Wan Yijun still has half of his face covered with bones, but Mu Zhichan not only doesn't feel scared, but feels that he is full of the beauty of life and death, really beautiful.

Mu Zhichan put the backpack on his back. Seeing that Wan Yijun didn't answer him, he couldn't help feeling cold. Just as he was trying to muster up the courage to try to save him, the other party suddenly put something around his neck.

"You don't even want to get rid of me in your life." Wan Yijun looked directly into his eyes and said slowly, Mo Zhichan's heart skipped a beat.Update the fastest /mq^q717.c^om/

Mu Zhichan looked down and found that there was a very exquisite and small jade coffin hanging around his neck. The jade coffin was strung together with black threads, and it just stuck to the middle of his collarbone.

"This is...?" Mu Zhichan subconsciously looked towards the lobby, and found that the seat where the jade sarcophagus should have been placed was already empty.

"Pick it up for me." Wan Yijun said in a low voice, and the clusters of blue ghost fires that were floating beside him rubbed towards Mu Zhichan's cheek affectionately, sending a icy cold touch.

Mu Zhichan's eyes widened slightly. After seeing the will-o'-the-wisp at close range, he found that the heart of the fire was dark purple, and then gradually turned into dark blue.

"They like you very much, you can touch and see." Wan Yijun looked at Mu Zhichan's face and said, with a hint of doting in his eyes.

Mu Zhichan carefully held a small cluster of will-o'-the-wisps in his palm, so the will-o'-the-wisp rolled in his palm coquettishly, and couldn't help thinking: It's kind of cute.

*

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Yangmei Town.

This is a quaint town, misty and rainy, with bluestone alleys, a crystal clear river passing through it, and pale pink lotus flowers standing in it.

Mu Zhichan finally stepped out of the police station. He arrived in Yangmei Town at 01:30, but was immediately taken to the police station to take notes and understand the situation. It was not until now that he was completely done.

"Hello? Sister Chen." Mu Zhichan answered the phone and said while walking, "Well, just back to town, Li Qianfei and Xia Kemiao are still in the hospital, and the police have notified their parents."

"I'm fine, I'm not hurt at all."

"Give me three days off? Okay, thank you very much."

"OK Bye Bye."

After hanging up the phone, Mu Zhichan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling very tired.

"Tired?" Wan Yijun, who had returned to his normal appearance, put his arm around his waist.

"Tired." Mu Zhichan looked wearily at the lotus swaying in the drizzle, and after a moment of Sichen said, "I seem to have forgotten one thing."

"What?" Wan Yijun asked.

"I can't remember." Mu Zhichan frowned, and finally gave up thinking, and simply said: "Let's go home, take a shower and have a good sleep."

"Well, it's all up to you." Wan Yijun looked at the dark circles on Mu Zhichan's face and said slowly, his pupils were dark and dark, no one knew what he was thinking.

Mu Zhichan raised his hand to hail a taxi, and arrived at the destination in less than 10 minutes after reporting the address. He had just rented a small hardcover apartment for one person.

Although he only practiced for one month, and his salary was only two or three thousand, the scholarships, part-time jobs during winter and summer vacations, and bursary subsidies added up to nearly [-], not to mention What's more, the rent in Yangmei Town is really not expensive, so renting a house is not a burden for him.

As for why he didn’t live in the dormitory building near the funeral home, it was because there was basically no rest for 24 hours there, and he couldn’t sleep well because of the noise, especially at night, when the screaming cries and the sound of the vehicle’s engine made him sleepless. collapse.

So except for the short lunch break at noon and the night shift, he went directly back to the Yangmei Town apartment to rest after get off work.

Taking out the key and opening the door, Mu Zhichan threw the backpack on the sofa, leaned over to change into the slippers, and said to Wan Yijun while changing the clothes: "Mr. Wan, you can take care of yourself. I'll take a bath first."

Wan Yijun looked at Mu Zhichan who had no scruples about taking off his shirt and T-shirt, his gaze swiveled at two o'clock before his Yuexiong, his Adam's apple rolled and said, "Okay."

After a while, the sound of running water in the bathroom sounded, and because the door was a push-pull door with frosted glass inlaid, Wan Yijun could see the vague figure of Mu Zhichan as long as he raised his eyes.

He withdrew his gaze with the greatest willpower, and sat on the off-white sofa with his sleeves flicked to look around. Gradually, the scent of shower gel floated out from the crack in the door and slowly permeated the entire room.

Wan Yijun closed his eyes, firmly suppressing the beast in his heart that was crazily screaming at Gu Qianwang, and clenched his bony hands into fists.

……

"I've been waiting for Mr. Wan!" Mu Zhichan, who was only wearing a pair of loose boxer shorts, wiped her wet hair and came out of the bathroom. Looking at Wan Yijun, her eyes looked gentle and well-behaved, making people want to hug him Kiss and lick, it's best to make people cry out of bullying.

"Don't call me Mr. Wan." Jun Wanyi said calmly, raised his hand to pick up the long hair hanging on his shoulders and tied it into a high ponytail.

"What do you call you? Brother Wan?" Mu Zhichan teased with a smile.

"Call me to kill." Wan Yijun said.

"lu? Which lu? Why is it called this?" Mu Zhichan sat beside him with a big thorn, but when his warm skin touched Wan Yijun, he felt a coolness, so he moved to the side again moved.

"The killing of killing is my word." Wan Yi Jun stared into his eyes and explained slowly.

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