The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

Meng Qinglang looked carefully at every corner of the house. Even though it was completely changed, he could still find memories of more than ten years ago. He used to play with building blocks on the carpet next to the sofa, his father was reading, and his mother was cutting fruit.

The furniture was old, the carpet had long since disappeared, and the furnishings were different everywhere, but Meng Qinglang felt like he had finally come home.

There was a crystal trophy on the coffee table, Meng Qinglang was stunned for a moment, thinking that the trophy disappeared with the car accident, but it suddenly appeared, maybe they found it when they were tidying up their things?

Meng Qinglang casually threw his backpack on the sofa, picked up the trophy and looked at it—the winner of the Haiyang Cup Children's Dance Competition, a small corner was missing on the top of the trophy, he didn't care, took out a wet towel and wiped it carefully.

Suddenly there was a soft wind in the room, Meng Qinglang looked at the window and closed it.

As the wind grew louder, the scraps of paper on the ground slowly flew up, twirling, and suddenly squeezed towards him, and before he had time to react, they had already bundled him into a white paper rice dumpling.

"Haha! I caught it! The little ghost dares to run wild on your grandfather's territory, let's see if I will kill you today!"

The papers were tightly bound, Meng Qinglang's body was squeezed and he could hardly breathe, and the voices he heard were also hazy, and he could only hear the words "little ghost", "grandpa", and "destroy you", but it was already Enough to make a sentence.

He struggled to break free, but the flimsy scraps of paper seemed to be elastic, and if he let him move, it would only shrink even tighter.

Struggling consumed a lot of oxygen, and Meng Qinglang began to faint due to lack of oxygen. In the upper right corner of the system panel, the countdown speed of the countdown to life suddenly doubled.

[Warning, energy loss is detected, energy x1 is automatically consumed, and protection mode is turned on. 】

The countdown to his life immediately decreased by one day, and Meng Qinglang bled from distress, as if responding to his emotions, a layer of red light suddenly burst out from his body, and the paper stuck to his body was instantly burned by the red light and disappeared. All right, his head was a little dizzy.

In a trance, Meng Qinglang didn't see it. His eyes turned red, and even his hair seemed to be dyed a layer of deep red. The cold force quickly lowered his body temperature, and even his emotions seemed to be frozen.

The world seemed to be quiet, and he felt the anger filling his heart, as well as a violence he had never felt before. It seemed that the resentment that had been accumulated for thousands of years appeared together with the strength.

He turned his head and looked to the side. It was a young Taoist priest who looked fifteen or sixteen years old. He had a round face, short hair, red lips and white teeth. He hadn't passed puberty yet. He didn't look like a full-time Taoist priest. He was panicking at the moment. Looking at Meng Qinglang intently, his lips trembled.

"You...what are you?! Ghost?" He shook his head, "No...the breath is wrong, is this ghost power...spiritual power?"

Meng Qinglang stared at him with red eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, his rebellious appearance seemed to be angry, or just staring at him.

Taoist again...

Last time, he was also a Taoist priest who said that he lost his parents when he was young, self-denying himself and others is a disaster star that can only bring bad luck to others, and he did nothing to let him leave Xi Yan, but he wanted him to have nothing.

That Taoist priest must be lying to him, Meng Qinglang stared at the boy and took two steps towards him.

"Don't come here! You, you... what are you doing?!"

"Can you read a picture?"

The boy trembled, Meng Qinglang didn't notice the coldness hidden in his voice, like a life-threatening ghost crawling out of hell, but the boy got goosebumps from the cold.

"What... what?"

Meng Qinglang frowned, the young man's inattentiveness aroused his anger, he repeated with the last bit of temper: "Can you read faces?"

The young man shrank back cautiously, glanced around for an opportunity to escape from the corner of his eye, but he didn't control his mouth, and said, "Um...brother, do you think we are in an atmosphere of watching pictures now?"

The corners of Meng Qinglang's mouth tightened, and he clasped his hands.Disobedient, not good at reading, annoying, and a Taoist priest, Meng Qinglang's patience was exhausted, his expression remained cold, he lowered his head and thought carefully, not knowing how to express his anger, so he decided to send him off. To reincarnate.

The young man only saw him raise his hand, and then his body seemed to be trapped by something, unable to move. Something was caught in his body, and irresistible panic quickly spread all over his body. The young man's eyes widened, he Knowing what it was, it was the soul. He felt his soul trembling and gradually being pulled away.

Tears streamed down his face in an instant, he has always been the biggest father in the world, now...he feels that kneeling down and calling dad is not a shameful thing, as long as...just keep him away from this boy.

With tears and snot running down his face, he felt that he had become light and light, and his consciousness began to blur. The fear of being completely controlled by others and the threat of death made him on the verge of collapse. Suddenly, he was quick-witted and weakly shouted: "I can read physiognomy!"

Meng Qinglang let go of his clenched hands.

The boy's body was clearly in place all the time, but it felt like he was on a roller coaster. He suddenly fell from a high altitude and felt dizzy. Meng Qinglang raised his hand towards him again.

"I can see!"

Meng Qinglang put down his hand, "Last Chance" was written brightly in his eyes.

"That... I... I have to get closer and look carefully..."

Meng Qinglang didn't speak, the boy tentatively moved his toes forward a centimeter, then another centimeter, and then again...Meng Qinglang walked directly half a meter away from him.

"what!!"

There was a scream in the house, and the passing ghost lying on the window fled away immediately.

Meng Qinglang just glanced at the direction of the window, didn't care, turned around, the boy was gone, bowed his head, he was squatting on the ground with his head in his arms shaking like a sieve, muttering "Don't pinch me, don't pinch me, don't pinch me" .

Meng Qinglang clenched his fists, his irritable red eyes lit up for a moment, and he pushed him down again. He grabbed his collar and lifted it up and asked directly, "Can I make contact with people?"

"What... what?"

This is the second time he needs to repeat the same thing himself, Meng Qinglang decided...

The astute intuition of a young animal came into play at the moment of life and death, and he shouted loudly: "No!"

Meng Qinglang put down his raised hand, his red pupils slightly opened: "What did you say?"

The time has come to save mankind. Of course such a dangerous "unidentified creature" cannot come into contact with humans. At this moment, the young man feels that he has become a hero from a comic book, and he firmly said: "No."

Meng Qinglang almost couldn't wait to ask him: "Why?"

The boy's pupils trembled, his eyes wandered slightly, he couldn't say "Dangerous objects, please don't get close", he quickly glanced at Meng Qinglang, and tentatively said: "You...don't you know..."

The young man didn't dare to look directly at Meng Qinglang, so he could only tilt his head and watch closely from the corner of his eye. Meng Qinglang's expression didn't seem to change, he just stared at him with a pair of red eyes. The messy ornaments in the house crackled and fell to the ground, making it a mess.

Dead!The boy burst into tears with "wow": "Boss, I was wrong, don't kill me!"

Meng Qinglang still looked cold, but his chest heaved violently, he let go of him, "groaned, and sprayed blood all over the place with his mouth open.

"Don't kill me, please, let me do whatever... I... Huh?"

The author has something to say: Thank you Zhao Liu for the nutrient solution~