Earthbound spirit dressed as a sick president

A bird flies past the window outside the high platform, and the glare of the sun is reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The air conditioner was not turned on in the room, and when Gu Qianrong opened the office door, he was sweating on the back of his neck from the heat wave, but when he sat opposite Gu Yunhuan, he still felt cool and shady.

He embarrassingly took out a mirror from his arms and put it down.

"Cousin, I asked the master for a mirror for you, and went to Baoling Temple to consecrate it,"

A small bronze mirror, the edge of which was polished into cloud patterns, the simple yellow-green texture made the whole mirror look like an antique from the last century, and even the mirror surface showed signs of wear and tear.A black plastic support frame was glued to the back of the bronze mirror, and it was placed on the table, with the mirror facing Gu Yunhuan's face.

"You're quite superstitious."

Gu Yunhuan stared at himself in the mirror, his handsome facial features were divided into several pieces by the distorted mirror surface, his fragmented face was full of sinister energy, like an evil spirit hiding in the mirror and waiting for an opportunity to move.

"Didn't I just worship a master a few days ago?" Gu Qian tolerated his temper, not daring to directly refute Gu Yunhuan. "Uncle also invited master home today, saying that he wanted to ask master to help my cousin do the math."

Just after speaking, Gu Yunhuan coughed.

His face was as white as snow, which made his lips even more bloodless.

A sneer slowly emerged from the corner of his mouth, "If I could be cured by asking a Taoist priest, I should have been cured long ago. I'm afraid I can live a long life."

Instead of being half-dead in my 20s like now, eating and sleeping are not stable.

Gu Qianrong didn't dare to speak anymore.

One is that the fatigue and disgust in Gu Yunhuan's brows are already overflowing, and the other is that the coldness of the mirror made Gu Qianrong gradually feel uneasy.

He opened his mouth to say goodbye, but when he opened the door and went out, he couldn't help but look back at Gu Yunhuan, the mirror on the table.

And in the corner behind Gu Qianrong, a pair of eyes looked straight at Gu Qianrong's back.

It was a young man with extremely black hair, his slightly open neckline exposed his sunken collarbone, and his black shirt could barely cover his thighs, with two slender legs below him.

Sitting alone in a chair like this is very provocative, but none of the two present noticed the boy.

"The ghost seals the mirror..." Ji Ran propped his chin with his fingers, raised his eyelids and looked at the bronze mirror.

In the bronze mirror, a twisted black finger struggled desperately to escape from the mirror. The fingertip was facing Gu Yunhuan's direction, and the winding black air clung to the mirror surface and slowly pressed against Gu Yunhuan's finger.

The air seemed to be getting colder and colder.

Gu Yunhuan bent down and coughed, blood splashed from his fingertips, he raised his hand and rang the bell with difficulty, and a bodyguard rushed in from the door, he poured a few medicines, and took a food box to serve Gu Yunhuan a bowl of porridge.

Even Ji Ran was forced to take a step back by the strong anger on the bodyguard, but the bronze mirror just withdrew his hand.

Every time at this time, Ji Ran would feel emotional -- he didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing for Gu Yunhuan to have such a bodyguard by his side.

With him around, Li Gui will restrain himself; but if he wants to help, he will be scared away from approaching.

Ever since he opened his eyes from the pain of Lei Jie, he found himself bound by the side of a certain modern domineering president, Gu Yunhuan.

Probably because the original body and him were called "Ji Ran", or maybe the two had a little blood connection, but Ji Ran actually squeezed out the soul of the original "Ji Ran" by Li Daitao.

Ji Ran scanned the original body's memory, and roughly figured out the current situation.

That "Ji Ran" admired Gu Yunhuan to the point of obsession, and because of his young age, he didn't know people well, so most of the people he got acquainted with were cronies.The bad friend gave advice to "Ji Ran", asking him to pray to God and pray to Buddha to lock Gu Yunhuan's heart, and found a few crooked ways to let "Ji Ran" learn sorcery, bloodletting and fasting...

"Ji Ran" really succeeded in locking himself by Gu Yunhuan's side, but it wasn't because Yao Dao's idea worked, but because he finally tossed himself to death, and because of too much resentment, he turned into an earth-bound spirit and was chained to Gu Yunhuan. Beside Gu Yunhuan.

And Gu Yunhuan...

Ji Ran watched Gu Yunhuan swallow half a bowl of porridge with difficulty, he leaned over the table panting for breath, and seeing that Gu Yunhuan couldn't drink any more, the bodyguard could only put away the porridge bowl and tidy up the things on the table before leaving.

Gu Yunhuan's body seemed to be dying.

As Gu Yunhuan's earth-binding spirit, Ji Ran has just been reborn in this technologically advanced modern age, so he is about to follow a piece of immortality.

"Hey." Ji Ran floated lightly to Gu Yunhuan's back.

As a spirit body, Ji Ran can pass through the entity, but the only one he can touch is Gu Yunhuan.

However, even Gu Yunhuan couldn't see him.

I don't know if the original "Ji Ran" will listen to the fooling of those people if he finds out that the so-called "always accompany" is such a scene.

Ji Ran looked down at Gu Yunhuan.

The veins on the back of Gu Yunhuan's hands were tense, and it was extremely difficult to breathe. The blood burned his pale lips into a bright red color.His body was covered with black mist from the inside out, but there was a thin layer of golden light protecting the body organs, barely maintaining the balance of the body.

If the balance is broken, Gu Yunhuan will be overwhelmed by gushing black air.

But even if the balance is maintained, his body should have been unable to support it long ago. In order to maintain balance, he needs to fast a variety of foods, refrain from strenuous exercise, keep a long sleep, and not be overly stressed...

As long as it is a human being, it is impossible to have no negative state, and every time the balance is broken, the body will be damaged.

Even Ji Ran couldn't imagine how Gu Yunhuan endured it for so many years.

Gu Yunhuan's extremely yin constitution made it very easy for him to attract evil spirits and yin qi, and he was afraid that he would not even be able to sleep soundly.

Thinking of this, Ji Ran looked at Gu Yunhuan with pity.

Gu Yunhuan took out a bottle of sleeping pills from the drawer, poured a few pills, and swallowed them with water.

In the weather of June, it was already a steamer outside, but Gu Yunhuan still needed to wear a blanket to barely keep out the cold.

His body was cold, and even after being extremely cold, his internal organs ached from burning.

He frowned tightly and kept silent in the pain in his dream.

But certain things will not take pity on Gu Yunhuan.

The moment he fell asleep, the temperature in the air became much colder, and a ghostly face was reflected on the mirror.

The black mist from the disheveled hair crashed into the mirror crazily. The uneven surface of the copper mirror was pushed into a curved gap from the inside, and the gap covered the entire mirror. Gu Yunhuan.A finger protruded from the mirror, and then a black palm that seemed to be scorched. The palm stretched forward and touched the back of Gu Yunhuan's hand with great effort.

The shattered mirror seemed to have condensed into a ghostly face, and the moment it touched Gu Yunhuan, his head came out of the mirror with a roar, and he looked at the prey with his bloodshot eyes.

Then he saw an unusually beautiful young man smiling big at him.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." The young man seemed to be acting like a baby with his lover, his tone was soft, and the ending was slightly warped.

His fingers were touching the young man's fingertips, the scorched black skin was in stark contrast to the young man's Ruxue complexion.

The young man stretched his hand forward a little, and held the ghost-faced palm completely in his backhand: "I only have a little bit of aura left, I can't pull you out of the mirror, I can only wait for you to come to me."

The ghost face could feel the same kind of coldness on the boy's body, and the completely different... enemy's breath.

However, before he could escape, an explosive breath exploded in the overlapping palms of the two of them. Before being crushed into pieces, the only thing that Ghost Face could see was the boy's smile.