The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

It was impossible for the two old men to catch up with the two young men, so when Xi Yan ran downstairs with Meng Qinglang on his back, the old men were already waiting at the door in the elevator.

Xi Yan was sweating from exhaustion, and his broad shoulders heaved violently with his breathing. Meng Qinglang patted his shoulder without any guilt and pointed to the door: "Come on!"

Xi Yan knocked the two of them away and rushed out, towards the spacious main road of the community. Meng Qinglang glanced at the old man staggering after him, squeezed open the rationalization capsule and threw it over.

【Memories are being reconstructed... Dear, I suggest you get out of the sight of humans as soon as possible, otherwise you will still become a part of the memory~】

Meng Qinglang looked at the environment, pointed to the high-level people next to him: "Go around."

Xi Yan rushed over without even thinking about it. It may be that when they were playing horse riding games with others when they were young, Meng Qinglang was always in charge of using their brains, and Xi Yan was in charge of moving their muscles, so they trained a tacit understanding of where to run. obedient.

Meng Qinglang was dissatisfied with other things, and admired Xi Yan's inhuman physical strength. He always thought that if Xi Yan could swim, triathlons would mean nothing to him. Unfortunately, Xi Yan especially hated places with a lot of water.

Xi Yan detoured a long way and ran out of the community from the back door, ran for a while, slowed down and turned into a slow walk, and asked Meng Qinglang after a while, "Does your leg still hurt?"

"Huh?" Meng Qinglang was stunned.

"Didn't you just say that your legs hurt from walking?" Xi Yan touched his forehead with one hand and muttered, "Why are you sweating so much after walking half a street..."

[Memory remodeling is completed, note, the rationalization capsule is a newly developed product that incorporates modern technology, and it is unstable, here it is recommended to use it in moderation~]

The police car roared past, Meng Qinglang patted Xi Yan on the shoulder: "It doesn't hurt anymore, let me down."

"Really?" Xi Yan let him down, held his bloody arm and frowned, "I still wrestled at such a big age, but I did grow up, I cried a lot during the spring outing wrestling, at least I won't cry this time, no , why is this wound so serious?"

Meng Qinglang withdrew his arm: "It just looks serious, and don't spread rumors, I never cried."

"The spring outing in the third grade of elementary school, it wasn't you who cried?" Xi Yan knelt down and looked at his knees: "Huh? I remember breaking my leg? I remember wrongly, didn't it this time? How many times did you fall and hurt my brain?" Forget it all, if you get dementia in advance, you have to be responsible for me."

Meng Qinglang remembered that it was the first time he participated in the class spring outing in the third grade, but it rained heavily halfway, he and Xi Yan got lost, and he broke his knee again, feeling so wronged that he cried, Xi Yan With his good sense of direction on his back, Yan walked farther and farther, and finally walked out of the hill from another direction.

It seems that the "Rationalization Capsule" was adapted based on the original memory, so two similar memories overlapped.

Xi Yan has been talking about the theme of "You are really worrying" for a long time, and finally made a concluding speech: "Go to the hospital."

Meng Qinglang's head hurts when he hears about the hospital, if another blood test reveals something, Xi Yan will definitely drag him to do a full-body examination, and everything will be exposed by then.

Meng Qinglang shook off him and took his hand, walked to the corner and squatted down: "No, buy me some gauze or something, I'm tired, I'll wait for you here."

"I'll carry you on my back."

"I smell sick from the smell of medicine, hurry up, my arm hurts."

Xi Yan couldn't persuade him, so he asked "don't run around" and went to the pharmacy.

Seeing him go, Meng Qinglang sat down on the ground, pulled his T-shirt to wipe the blood off his arms, and patted the air around him comfortingly: "I'll sew it up for you when I get back."

The weird dress and behavior made passers-by look around curiously, but no one really stepped forward to say anything.

The head-holding ghost squatted beside Meng Qinglang, holding his head in his arms with an aggrieved expression, and looked at Meng Qinglang gratefully with big eyes. He was accidentally moved and cried, so he could only hold his head in one hand and wipe his tears with the other.

Seeing him crying more and more fiercely, Meng Qinglang thought for a while and reached out to pat him on the shoulder: "Don't cry."

Baotougui tried hard to hold back his tears, but failed, and the accumulated tears instantly burst with an "ooooooo".

"..." Meng Qinglang thought it best not to persuade him for the time being, so he let go of his thoughts and concentrated on resting, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eyes.

On a hot day, the man was covered tightly by a gray Taoist robe, with a slightly hunched back, about 1.6 meters tall, with a long beard and long hair that was almost wet. While wiping his sweat, he asked passers-by: "This layman, do you have a fortune teller?"

"Calculate."

The old Taoist just tentatively asked Meng Qinglang, after all, this person is "soaked in blood", either a cosplayer or a mixed society, in short, it doesn't seem like the elites of society can lie - he can afford his money, and it is himself Anyone who came to look for him was bound to be fraudulent. It would be bad if this person was a plainclothes man who broke superstition.

The old Taoist stared at him and frowned: "Have we met somewhere?"

It seems that the capsule directly erased their memory, Meng Qinglang directly denied: "I haven't seen it, is it a fortune teller?"

"Forget it, what price do you think it is?"

"There is another saying..."

The old Taoist stroked his beard and smiled: "It's natural. As the saying goes, the secrets of the heavens should not be leaked, and the secrets of the heavens must be paid for. The price is different, and the strength of the poor Taoist is naturally different."

"The monks also look to money."

The old Taoist shook his head and showed a mysterious smile of an expert: "Although monks don't care about foreign things, they live a simple life on weekdays, but they still have to eat."

"Oh, the phone is fine."

"Hehe, my apprentice is filial." The old Taoist felt displeased with him, and suddenly frowned and looked at his mobile phone, "Did you say something similar?"

Meng Qinglang was taking out his trouser pocket, and casually replied: "It's the first time I saw... Yes, I'll count it as ten yuan."

The old Taoist glanced at his wrinkled ten yuan with distaste, at least it was money, and the old Taoist took it and put it in his pocket: "What is it? Marriage has a healthy future?"

"Fortune telling."

"Fate? Look at fate?"

"Ah."

The old Taoist frowned with a serious face, carefully looked at his face, then looked at his palmistry, pinched his fingers to calculate, hesitated for a while, and said: "I lost my father when I was young, my six relatives are shallow, my horoscope is weak, my fate As thin as paper, your fate is self-defeating... Tsk tsk, it's the first time I've seen such a miserable fate after decades of experience, it's not easy for my little brother to live to this day."

Similar to what I said last time, Meng Qinglang had doubts before and asked him, "You didn't even ask me my birthday, how did you tell the horoscope?"

The old Taoist smiled: "Unique secret technique."

nonsense...

"Are you right?"

The old Taoist took out ten yuan to look at it, then took it back, stroked his beard and smiled without saying a word.

Meng Qinglang still felt that he was a charlatan, but a liar who had honed his acting skills for decades, maybe his acting skills were so good that he believed it himself.

Xi Yan rushed over angrily carrying a medicine box: "Tell you not to run around, I almost couldn't find you."

"I'm tired of sitting, get up and walk."

Xi Yan looked at the old Taoist vigilantly: "Who is this?"

"Fortune teller."

Xi Yan immediately frowned: "You go, we have no money."

Xi Yan's father is an anti-fraud police officer, and Xi Yan also hates liars the most. With his temper, he respects the old and loves the young by not directly letting the old Taoist "get out".

Xi Yan's expression without any management completely exposed his contempt for the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly, squinting his eyes and said with a smile: "If you have no money and a poor Taoist, I will give you a divination. See if your fate is positive. He But it is yin, and fate is incompatible. Now you are entangled with yin, if the two of you stay together, there will be changes within two months. It will be very fierce, and there may be life and death, so there is no need to bother to find a solution. The old way will see you off. From now on, you two—you can just stay away from each other forever, hum!"

The old man ran away immediately after he finished speaking quickly, as if he was afraid that Xi Yan would violently hurt someone, his clothes flapped and his legs flew upside down.

"You fucking stop!" Xi Yan held the medicine box and glanced at Meng Qinglang's arm, hesitating whether to chase after him, and finally let out an angry "hum" and decided to deal with Meng Qinglang's injury first, and said angrily, "Don't listen to these fortune tellers Make up nonsense, if this was in City Y, I would have asked my dad to catch him in for tea!"

"pain."

"Does it hurt?" Meng Qinglang successfully drew his attention back with one word, and Xi Yan flipped through the medicine box, "There is no pain relief here, bear with it, the wound must be cleaned so that there will be no scars. How about I blow it to you?"

"roll."

"I'll show you on the spot after the dressing is finished. Don't go to see pandas today. You need to rest. You'll have dark circles under your eyes, short hands and short feet, and you'll be chubby, and you'll gnaw on bamboo. What's so interesting about it?"

Meng Qinglang glanced at him: "Yes."

Xi Yan's eyes looking at his arm dimmed obviously, but he didn't say anything.

"Let's go tomorrow."

Xi Yan's eyes lit up, and he hesitated again: "Your arm is still not healed..."

Xi Yan's dressing skills were very good, Meng Qinglang turned his arm, and said lightly, "I want to go."

"Okay... okay, then I will forcefully accompany you to have a look."

The two returned to the hotel. Meng Qinglang couldn't touch the water with his arms, so he simply wiped his body, and asked Xi Yan to wash his hair for him. While Xi Yan was taking a shower, he turned on the TV and watched the local news to sew the hair of the ghost. .

"Now what everyone sees is the scene of the incident. A high school student was obsessed with studying. He had a cold war with his father because he didn't buy the "Five-Year College Entrance Exam and Three-Year Simulation". He locked himself in the room, but actually practiced the experiment secretly at home. , because of non-standard operation, the whole family was blown up, here to remind everyone that learning makes people happy, and indulging in learning should be moderate~"

"..." Meng Qinglang turned off the TV, tied a beautiful bow on the neck of the head-holding ghost and cut off the thread, "It's done."

"Ow!"

"Stay away from that person for a while."

"Ow!"

Meng Qinglang looked at him: "Can you still talk?"

"Ow..."

"..." Come on, it turned out to be just stupid. After being sucked transparent, Meng Qinglang patted his shoulder reassuringly, "I'll make you some delicious food when I get back."

"Ow!"

Xi Yan came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel, looked around the room and asked him, "Who are you talking to?"

Meng Qinglang didn't answer, glanced at him up and down, and threw a pajamas over him: "Spicy eyes."

Xi Yan disagreed, he is also a person with eight-pack abs, okay? !

Meng Qinglang ignored him, got into bed and was about to fall asleep. After a while, Xi Yan hugged the quilt and squeezed him to lie down. Meng Qinglang frowned and kicked him lightly: "Get out of bed."

The author has something to say: I suddenly realized that I have been naked for a long time and there is no cover! !It must be on the agenda!

Thank you Zhao Liu for the nutrient solution~