The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

Meng Qinglang sighed at a table of materials, feeling absurd in his heart. He never thought that one day he would cook at a stranger's house for ghosts to eat. This Mr. Liu actually agreed, which is also a big heart.

Meng Qinglang lamented that the movements of his hands sped up. The head-holding ghost looked at the ghost in the bedroom, and would report in panic every ten seconds. It was noisy, but he didn't have the ability to judge whether a report was needed. In order to avoid accidents, Meng Qinglang chose to tire his ears.

"Master, I wonder if anyone you know is good at this?" In the living room, the middle-aged man sat opposite the old Taoist priest, still respectful when speaking.

The old Taoist seemed unreliable, but he was also the master of the Heyang Temple. Although it was only a small temple nearby, he was at least richer than him in terms of contacts.

He was really frightened, the air was suddenly cold just now, his son went crazy and his nails almost scratched the bed, and he didn't believe it was just sick, it doesn't matter if the old Taoist is a liar, as long as he can bring someone who can cure his son, the previous burning incense He also recognized the money, and it would be fine to send some more.

The middle-aged man glanced at the kitchen and sighed. He didn't know if this person could do it, and he didn't understand these things. Maybe he had to make soup himself to worship the heavens before he could open the altar and do things?

The middle-aged man shook his head. He has never understood anything related to religion. He only knows that Taoist priests can exorcise ghosts. .

The old Taoist took out his fruit mobile phone and began to browse the WeChat group, and comforted the middle-aged man while looking for it: "Don't worry, don't worry, I remember Liu Mingguan did this before, but I haven't contacted him for a few years. I don't know if he died or not." .”

"..."

The old Taoist took a look at his expression, and smiled faintly: "He is in his sixties, and he was as thin as a fire stick when we met last time. People like them who often deal with genitals, living to sixty is considered a long life." Well, Pindaoxiu's physiognomy is better than theirs," he said, frowning and stroking his beard, "In this way, this person inside may really be a fellow, look at him with a pale face like the next second I'm going to see the King of Hades, I don't know how much morality I have lost."

The two have never spared each other since they met. The middle-aged man didn't know whether the old Taoist was telling the truth or he was hurting the little boy in the kitchen. He smiled and didn't make any comments, but he seemed to understand what he said. On the one hand, he was a little relieved, and said respectfully: "I still have to ask the master to recommend a suitable monk."

"Good talk, good talk."

The kitchen door is not very soundproof, Meng Qinglang could vaguely hear the conversation between the two of them, the water in the pot vaguely reflected his reflection, his face was pale, but his lips were still a little bloody, he touched his own face, but he could not If you say it, you will raise your braids in a second, or did the Taoist really see something?

The old Taoist in the living room suddenly looked towards the kitchen, sniffed his nose, and his eyes lit up instantly.

The middle-aged man was not so calm, and exclaimed: "What is this? Why is it so fragrant?"

Meng Qinglang also smelled the aroma. A few meatballs were gurgling in a small stainless steel pot. He didn't know how to knead the meat stuffing with spiritual power, so he used a little more strength to knead it firmly, just in case he needed it again. The "Basic Mengpo Soup Pot Simple Set" presented by the system, the others are nothing special.

Obviously no glutinous rice was used, but the surface of the boiled meatballs was slightly transparent, and the light pink color looked very soft and glutinous. The color of the soup dipped in soy sauce should have been slightly darker, but now it was just light white. Meng Qinglang couldn't bear it. He stopped, took a long-handled spoon and tasted it, and was stunned.

He thought there would be some miraculous effect of "a warm spiritual power penetrates the internal organs, making the body and mind feel refreshed, and even the chronic illnesses that have been suffered for many years seem to be cured", but in reality it was just: "It's a little lighter..."

Meng Qinglang sprinkled some salt again, tasted it, and found that the taste was indeed better than those sold outside. After cooking, he put away his simple suit, and poured some soup into Liu's small pot as a disguise. A ball stuffed the capsule in, glanced at the head-holding ghost who was drooling at him, and gave him another one.

The head-hugging ghost moved his head to the small bowl and sniffed, his throat obviously made a swallowing movement, he bit his finger, but he didn't dare to move.

Meng Qinglang thought he didn't understand, so he said, "It's for you."

The head-holding ghost looked at him, and then at Wanzi.

"No reincarnation."

Seeing his bull's eyes light up instantly, Meng Qinglang swallowed the meatballs in one gulp. The light gray ghost shone slightly, and the surface seemed to be covered with a layer of transparent film, just like the meatballs he ate. It gradually disappeared into the body.

"Aww~" the head-holding ghost shouted excitedly, clenched his fists in front of his chest, and looked at Meng Qinglang with tears in his eyes, "Big, big, big...my lord...delicious..."

[Boom~Fireworks splashing~The loyalty of Baotougui has broken through 100. Congratulations, you have obtained the first-level achievement of "Ghosts and Ghosts Love Master Meng", unlocked the unlimited grid of ghost servants, unlocked the loyalty viewing function, achievement value +1, charm value + 10. Loyal servants are hard to come by. Here I suggest you immediately contract a head-holding ghost!

Friendly reminder: In view of your lack of energy, although ghost servants are good, don't be greedy~

Is it a contract headhunter? 】

"..." Because of a meatball?

Meng Qinglang looked at the golden fireworks blooming in front of his eyes without authorization, and the big silver badge engraved with "Ghosts Love Master Meng Level 1", and he was speechless.

The animation effect didn't obstruct his line of sight, but maybe because it was a nickel effect, it just felt in the way.

The head-holding ghost stared at him with big moist eyes, and the soul-like tears were extraordinarily crystal clear. Meng Qinglang felt that if he refused, the head-holding ghost would collapse and cry and pass out. It's like a scumbag playing with his feelings...

Meng Qinglang frowned at this terrible metaphor, and was disgusted by himself. Even if he wanted to be a scumbag, he would have to be a scumbag like Xiyan... What the hell was he thinking? He felt a little tired, and his mind was not clear.

During the self-examination, Meng Qinglang clicked "Yes".

"Aww~" A white light flashed across the body of the head-holding ghost, and he let out another voice in excitement, which made Meng Qinglang's temples thump.

"To shut up."

The head-holding ghost suddenly covered his mouth, only looking at him with big sparkling eyes.

The ghost servant was the second one to appear as a phantom of the head-holding ghost. Click on it. In addition to the basic introduction, it also has more loyalty points. The head-holding ghost is 120. Meng Qinglang curiously clicked on the scary ghost, which has a loyalty value of 40.

Hehe, there is no harm without comparison.

Meng Qinglang searched, but did not find the existence of the charm value. It sounds like a useless thing. The achievement value is displayed in the upper left corner, and only a silver badge appears when he clicks it. He doesn't care too much, hides the system interface and goes out .

He opened the door, and was startled when he saw half of the old Taoist's head. The old Taoist was leaning against the wall with his body bent, his face stuffed into the crack of the door, his nose still twitching hard.

The middle-aged man hadn't had a good meal for a long time because of his son's affairs, and he stood at the door and kept swallowing.

"Little brother, are you ready?" Seeing Meng Qinglang, the old Taoist stood up straight for a second, straightening his back, as if he had a sense of immortality.

Meng Qinglang glanced at him, put the rest of the meatballs on the table with a faint "hmm", he was actually quite curious, Baotougui spoke highly of the meatballs, but he ate them better than ordinary meatballs , I don’t know how ordinary people eat it.

"Try it."

"The old Taoist is impolite!" The old Taoist immediately stuffed one into his mouth, his whole body was stunned, "This is..."

Does it work wonders?Meng Qinglang watched him closely.

The old Taoist stared at the remaining few meatballs, as if looking at some treasure, and exclaimed: "This is the meatball!"

Meng Qinglang: "..."

"Roar--!"

There was a sudden roar in the bedroom, and the middle-aged man was so frightened that the meatballs he had just picked up fell back into the bowl, and he rushed to the bedroom immediately after giving up the meatballs.

"Handsome!"

Meng Qinglang followed, the boy's eyes were red, his wrists and ankles were covered with blood from too much rubbing, his fingers were scratched at the edge of the bed, his nails were broken, and all ten fingers were stained red.

The middle-aged man felt distressed, he opened his hands and didn't know what to do, he looked at the old Taoist for help: "Master..."

"Huh?" The old Taoist wolfed down the last ball with a bowl in his hand, drank the soup on the way, wiped his mouth and elbowed Meng Qinglang, staring at the only surviving ball in his hand, "little brother Is there a way?"

Meng Qinglang took a step towards the boy. The boy immediately yelled and stretched out his nails. He looked at the boy and frowned. He just had to feed the balls and it was over, but the problem boy would definitely struggle and even hurt him.

Meng Qinglang is not afraid of minor injuries, but seeing that the ghost in the boy's body desires him so much, he is afraid that his flesh and blood will really have an effect on the ghost.

Meng Qinglang looked at the middle-aged man: "You have to control him."

"Oh, the old man is getting old..."

Before the old Taoist finished speaking, the middle-aged man rushed up and grabbed the boy's hand and stuck it behind his back, clamping his legs between his legs and shouting: "I, I... Hurry up!"

Meng Qinglang pinched his chin and stuffed a ball into it, intending to cover his mouth to prevent him from spitting it out, but he couldn't wait to swallow the ball after stuffing it in.

The boy's struggle became smaller and smaller, half lying on the edge of the bed, his chest heaving violently because of too much force just now, the middle-aged man let go of him, holding his shoulders with both hands and expecting: "Junjun? Are you awake? I'm Dad .”

Meng Qinglang saw a phantom gradually appearing on his body, slowly floating outwards, he heaved a sigh of relief, and shook his wrist, his body was really not very good, after pinching the boy for a while, the boy didn't feel anything, His wrists were already sore.

The boy looked up at the middle-aged man: "Dad...?"

"Yes! It's me!" The middle-aged man looked at Meng Qinglang excitedly, "It's useful! It's really useful!"

Driven by his emotions, Meng Qinglang couldn't help curling his lips.

The boy's gaze then turned to Meng Qinglang, his black and white eyes were instantly stained blood red, and the ghosts that had already floated away immediately shrank back, staring at Meng Qinglang with blood eyes, and said viciously: "It is——you!"

With a "bang", the iron chain broke instantly, and the boy knocked the middle-aged man away and rushed towards Meng Qinglang: "Why?! Why do I want to die!"

The author has something to say: Baotou ghost’s saliva is of course in the shape of a soul~ The kind that falls on the ground and can pass through the floor to the first floor~

Thank you "Zhao Liu" for the nutrient solution~