Earthbound spirit dressed as a sick president

The temperature that had dropped sharply rose sharply.

Looking at the black air drifting away, Ji Ran quietly heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.

——Even though Ji Ran was a cultivation genius in his previous life, he failed to ascend after all. His body was scorched and his soul was chopped into pieces.

Before doing it, he was ready to die with Li Gui.

Fortunately, the ghost face was weaker than he imagined.

"Gu Yunhuan, I'm also injured now." Ji Ran smiled close to Gu Yunhuan.

He used the spirit body to kill the ghost, and the spirit body was inevitably torn apart.Even if it's just a touch of soul, Ji Ran can still feel the pain.

But Ji Ran can only stay within seven steps of Gu Yunhuan, and can only touch one physical object of Gu Yunhuan.

Even when he was in pain, he could only tell the people around him - although Gu Yunhuan couldn't hear it, nor would he reply.

Ji Ran leaned his head on Gu Yunhuan's shoulder.

He suddenly felt Gu Yunhuan trembling.

It was so close that Ji Ran could hear Gu Yunhuan's whimpering. Maybe it was because his body was so painful that even medicine and sleep could not suppress the pain in his chest, so he couldn't stop shaking and whimpering, which made Ji Ran feel uncomfortable too. stand up.

"I'm all injured." Ji Ran said unhappily, but he still put his palm on Gu Yunhuan's forehead.

A faint white light fell into Gu Yunhuan's body.

Ji Ran's soul body is also somewhat transparent.

Seeing that Gu Yunhuan's breathing had stabilized, Ji Ran leaned against Gu Yunhuan to close his eyes again.

Ghosts don't need to sleep, but Ji Ran feels that he does.

He just leaned on Gu Yunhuan's shoulder, emptied all his thoughts and consciousness, and fell into a state of sleep.

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"Master, this is my son's horoscope. I hope you can help my son calculate... Is his illness really incurable?" Father Gu nervously handed the note to the master.

Zhao Liang, a master with a goatee beard, raised the horoscope in his hand, looked carefully at the sun for a while, and then took out a turntable with the words "Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches" from his pocket and carefully calculated with his fingers.He rolled his eyes and murmured in disbelief, his appearance was no different from that of a charlatan on the street corner.

"Not good!" Zhao Liang yelled, "Where is your son? His life may be in danger!"

"He's at work today..."

"Quick, drive over there." Zhao Liang quickly ran towards the door, and Gu's father, who was nearly 60 years old, could only quickly follow behind Zhao Liang.Zhao Liang's car was parked in front of the door, he put on the safety seat and asked Father Gu to help guide him.

Father Gu was skeptical, but seeing that Zhao Liang was so anxious that his forehead was sweating, and his anxious look didn't seem like a fake, so he reported his location.The master drove all the way, turned a few small roads, and finally arrived at the downstairs of the company within 10 minutes.

He didn't even have time to park the car, he jumped off as soon as he opened the door, and rushed to the gate in a few steps. The security guard and the front desk came to stop him, and Gu's father behind hurriedly helped smooth things over.

He followed Zhao Liang up the elevator for some unknown reason, Zhao Liang pinched his fingers and trembled: "I already feel..." the energy of the evil spirit.

He squeezed the magic weapon tightly in his hand, seeing how the pointer was spinning rapidly, he only dared to swallow for a moment.

The elevator doors opened, and the door to the office was only two steps away.Even though the temperature in the corridor had already reached eighteen degrees, Zhao Liang's back was still soaked in sweat. He tremblingly walked towards the door, and pushed it open with difficulty.

Gu's father followed Zhao Liang's eyes and looked into the room, and saw Gu Yunhuan lying on the table at a glance.He was lying sideways on the table, the corner of his mouth seemed to be stained with blood, the cold malice lingered in the unair-conditioned room, and Gu Yunhuan's breathing seemed to be...

"Call an ambulance!" Father Gu's eyes were tearing apart.

His roar disturbed the assistants and bodyguards in the adjacent office.

"Hurry up..." Father Gu felt that his heartbeat was about to stop.

His most beloved and capable youngest son...

"Dad?" A cry lifted Gu's father's heart out of hell.

He turned his head mechanically, and saw Gu Yunhuan wiping the blood on his lips with a tissue.

There was still a little tiredness hidden between his brows and eyes, but he looked at Gu's father with a very gentle look: "What's wrong?"

"Do you feel unwell? Or, it's very cold, and your internal organs are uncomfortable?" Zhao Liang spoke a step ahead of Gu's father, and the pointer of the magic weapon in his hand was still spinning rapidly. When Zhao Liang walked to the table, The pointer pointed at the bronze mirror on the table, and a crack appeared on the wooden needle.

Zhao Liang quickly grabbed the edge of the bronze mirror and stared nervously at the surface of the bronze mirror.

The black mist entangled in the copper mirror had lost its support, and just as Zhao Liang put his hand on it, the tightly entangled black mist burrowed in against the back of his hand.

The wooden magic weapon in Zhao Liang's hand actually made a short buzzing sound. In a space invisible to everyone, a turbulent black mist hit the magic weapon. When the light on the magic weapon dissipated, the magic weapon was completely shattered. It broke in half and hit the desk.

Father Gu didn't know how to explain to his son at first, but when he suddenly saw the scene where the magic weapon was broken, he was also speechless.

On the contrary, Gu Yunhuan was extraordinarily calm: "It was quite cold before going to bed, but it's already much better."

"Really? But..." Zhao Liang stared at the magic weapon in his hand.

He was so distressed that his liver and gallbladder trembled, but thinking that at least he had resisted the Yin Qi in the bronze mirror, he reluctantly restrained his expression and continued to ask: "That ghost is fierce, and it was sealed in the bronze mirror. You are extremely ferocious. You are a body of extreme yin, how could you... hide from it?"

"Unless in this room..." Zhao Liang's gaze circled around the room, and finally fell on Gu Yunhuan's pale face. "Something is helping you."

"Ache!" Ji Ran sneezed violently.

"It's turned into a ghost, and I can still sneeze."

Ji Ran pinched his nose and hummed, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that there were many people in the room.

The man in front of Gu Yunhuan had a goatee beard and was dressed in a gray priestly robe. He was holding a scrapped magic weapon in his hand, while the other hand was holding the broken bronze mirror.

Ji Ran carefully observed the old Taoist, his body exuded a faint golden light, his physique was transparent, he was a seedling of the immortal family with a tough and kind personality, very suitable for cultivation.

However, he looks about 40 to [-] years old, except for the aura in his hand, there is no aura in his body.

"Weird." Ji Ran quietly stood in front of the old Taoist, but the man stared at Gu Yunhuan without squinting, obviously a spirit body was sitting in front of him, but he didn't notice it.

Ji Ran's finger poked the old man's head.

He was having fun, but Gu Yunhuan chuckled first: "Extreme Yin physique? Why don't you tell me, sir, can my body be saved?"

"If there is no disease or disaster for a lifetime, and no encounters with ghosts and gods, you will not live past 35 years." Zhao Liang replied immediately.

"What if you encounter ghosts and gods?"

"Extreme Yin physique, if you touch ghosts and gods, your foundation will be completely destroyed. At most, it will be less than thirty."

"I'm 28 years old this year." Gu Yunhuan's eyes were piercing: "Mr. Why don't you see when I died, and then come and see if your ghost can stand up." Gu Yunhuan pressed his palm on his chest.

In order to treat illnesses, he always tried to calm his emotions according to the doctor's requirements—but Gu Yunhuan really couldn't help it when he heard the old Taoist's words.

In order to cure his illness, he traveled half the world, and all the equipment could not find any problems. It can only be said that he was frightened when he was a child, and his roots were ruined.He took medicine for half his life, when an old man suddenly appeared and said that he was born to attract ghosts and gods, so he was plagued by illness.

——The doctor can't find out the crux of the problem, but he can still try his best to prolong his life; when he meets a knowledgeable old man, can he be doomed to die early in the future with just one word?

Gu Yunhuan coughed violently, Gu's father stepped forward to comfort him in horror, the bodyguard went to pour water, and the assistant also went to prepare medicine and a car, ready to take him to the hospital at any time.

Zhao Liang looked ugly, but he didn't say anything.

He was telling the truth, but he also knew that Gu Yunhuan had hatred in his heart.

The destiny cannot be violated, but what if the destiny is cruel?

Gu Yunhuan coughed so hard that he couldn't stop, the corners of his mouth were bloodshot again, and his fingertips were also tightly grasped.

Ji Ran felt uncomfortable watching, so he could only squeeze Gu Yunhuan's hand again, sending in a lot of spiritual energy.

"Why are you so angry?" Ji Ran groaned, relying on no one to hear, he half-kneeled in front of Gu Yunhuan and complained: "If I were in front of you, I would speak more bluntly than him. I have a very yin physique It is almost impossible to live without encountering ghosts and gods, so nine out of ten people will not live to be thirty."

While sending spiritual energy, he felt the state of the soul body.

The soul body that was still in pain before going to bed seemed to recover automatically, and there was a black air lingering in the chest of his soul body, but because of Ji Ran's simple temper, the black air seemed more transparent.

He seemed to have automatically absorbed the breath of the evil spirit in his sleep, and borrowed the breath of the evil spirit to complete himself.

Thinking of this, Ji Ran suddenly felt restless.

He has never realized soberly and clearly at a moment like now that he has become a ghost—he is no longer a Taoist priest who purely absorbs spiritual energy, but absorbs spiritual energy and ghost energy together, an earth-bound spirit.

"Damn..." Ji Ran withdrew his hand.

Gu Yunhuan felt the tightness in his chest dissipate.

Someone grabbed his hand, wrapped in the spring wind out of thin air, and blew away the stagnation in every body.

The icy breath was different from the coldness of the body, instead it was like the warm and gentle wind and waves in spring, grabbing his hand and blowing into his heart.

Gu Yunhuan even felt familiar with that thing.

In his dream, the gentle but invisible wind lay over him, whispering in his ear delicately and weakly:

——Gu Yunhuan, I have been waiting for you for a long time.

The author says:

Gu Yunhuan got it wrong hhhh