The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

That night, Zhang Li had a dream.

She dreamed that she woke up, lying on her side on the bed with her eyes open and unable to move, she immediately thought of a word - ghost pressing the bed.

She started to panic, but she couldn't even move her fingers, and the fear of not being able to control her body spread. She struggled, but only her eyes rolled wildly.

A head slowly rose from the side of the bed, its neck was bent at a strange angle, its seven orifices were bleeding, its eyes were empty, it slowly approached her, and it opened its mouth to let out a gust of cool air.

"Get out... get out of my house... get out..."

Zhang Li's eyeballs trembled, and a few tears immediately overflowed from the corners of her eyes.

The ghost stood up slowly, and Zhang Li saw his whole body, as if he had just died, the blood was still dripping, and the muscle texture could almost be seen on the broken right arm.

He slowly raised an ax and pointed it at her neck. A gloomy voice accompanied by a grin came from nowhere: "10...9...8..."

He read very slowly, and every time he said a number, the ax fell precisely a short distance.

Zhang Li stared at the ax blade, watching it getting closer and closer to her, almost feeling the coldness of the metal.

"Ah!!" Zhang Li screamed and sat up suddenly, cold sweat dripping from her forehead, the wall clock on the wall "ticked" sound, at two o'clock in the morning, the surrounding was dark, she panted a few times, hurried to push the Meng Lei.

Meng Lei's body was like a tumbler, as she swayed, Zhang Li pushed hard, and Meng Lei fell to the ground with a "bang", lying limply on his stomach as he fell, without any sign of being alive.

Zhang Li was stunned, the tip of her nose suddenly felt cold, it was the feeling of liquid dripping, she touched it, her hand was bloody, raised her head, Meng Lei's face paused directly above her, his expression was frozen in the panic before death, his eyes were dripping with blood , one drop fell on the tip of her nose, and one drop fell on the bed.

"Ah!!" Zhang Li screamed and looked around, and suddenly various dead faces appeared on the wall, including Meng Lei's, Meng Qingbin's, hers, and strangers' faces. Or frightened, or sad.

Zhang Li ran to the bedroom door like crazy and pulled it hard, but couldn't open it. A picture slowly emerged on the door. It was Meng Qingbin, spitting blood, and his eyes didn't know where to go. Only two black holes were left, flowing slowly. Seeing blood, her limbs twisted at a strange angle, she stretched out a hand towards her, her lips moved slightly, and Zhang Li read two words from it - "help me".

Zhang Li stretched out her hand to grab Meng Qingbin, but the picture suddenly disappeared. Looking back, there was no window in the house, and there was endless darkness behind her. Only a voice could be heard saying coldly: "Get out... get out..."

Zhang Li collapsed, crying and screaming frantically.

A similar dream also happened to Meng Lei, but Meng Qinglang didn't hear anything. With the ghost power air conditioner on tonight, he slept more comfortably than ever.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Meng Qinglang's biological clock returned to normal and woke him up. He habitually took out his phone, but there was no news.

The scary ghost drifted over to ask for credit: "My lord, the matter is done."

A ghost with a tilted head floated in front of him, and Meng Qinglang was so frightened that his phone hit his face. He waved his hand and pushed him away to sit up and rub his face. He took out his phone and booked a train ticket to T City. The train departed at noon and arrived in the early morning. It is the time when ghosts are active.

The scary ghost followed him to wash up anxiously, and whispered: "Sir, it's not that the subordinates are useless. Most people have to stay for a few days before they are willing to leave, but don't worry, sir, the shortest is three days, and the longest is a week. The subordinates will definitely Send 'em off."

"Okay, then you stay here."

The scary ghost rolled his eyes: "Are you going to go out to work?"

"Ah."

This is not so good, the scary ghost is groping his chin crookedly. As Lord Meng's only ghost servant for the time being, it is when he is working hard to gain favor and become the leader of the ghost servant in the future. How can he let Master Meng be a god with other ghosts? Contact, if Mr. Meng takes a fancy to a ghost and leads him home, his position as the number one ghost servant will be shaken. If that ghost is a smooth talker, wouldn't he want to say something to Mr. Meng? Sit on the bench?

Just in case, Mr. Meng died outside, wouldn't the other ghosts take advantage of it?

"My lord, what if there is no one to serve you on the road? I know a head-holding ghost who is also good at scaring people. It is a quasi-second-level ghost. The ghost power is stronger than mine. It can even move things in the world during the day. If you want to , shall I ask him to help?"

Meng Qinglang wiped his face and looked at him: "Is he willing?"

The scary ghost said firmly: "Of course!"

"You mean, there is a ghost, he knows what you know, and you don't know what he knows, and he is willing to help me?"

"Correct!"

"Then what do I want you for?"

"Hey?"

"Bring him, I'll send you to reincarnation."

"???!!!" ∑(Дノ)ノ

At present, the ghost envoy system can only check the attributes of ghost servants. Meng Qinglang doesn't plan to accept too many ghosts before he finds out whether it will harm him. He knows that the scary ghost's life is in his hands, and the scary ghost seems to be respectful to him, even a little Flattering, but at the same time, he also noticed the scary ghost's small thoughts. Although he didn't know what he was thinking, it was always harmful to him.

In this case, it might be better to treat him coldly for a while.

"My lord, you know ghosts, you don't know your face, you don't know your heart. It is rare for a ghost to be as loyal as this subordinate. This subordinate thinks that you are using the body of a living person. Currently, the yang energy is insufficient. It is better to have less contact with yin things. Although It's a pity that I can't serve you, but my subordinates will definitely complete the tasks you left behind!"

"come on."

The scary ghost let out a breath, and the transparent ghost image became much more condensed.

It's all right now, not only has the words been fulfilled, but also warned Mr. Meng to stay away from the fetish. I really want to praise my wit. I will wait for a chance to reveal the IQ problem of the head-holding ghost to Mr. Meng, so that the head-holding ghost will be replaced His possibility.

He is awesome!Scary ghost thumbs up to himself.

Meng Qinglang walked out of the bathroom, and saw Zhang Li walking out of the bedroom with a haggard face, with thick dark circles under her eyes, a pair of nervously rolling eyes, scanning the surroundings vigilantly, the moment she saw Meng Qinglang, her pupils shrank in fright .

"Mom!" Meng Qingbin rushed out of the bedroom with tears on his face, and threw himself into Zhang Li's arms when he saw Zhang Li. The nearly 1.8-meter body was nestled in Zhang Li's arms, but he looked very small, and his voice was full of panic, "Mom, I have a nightmare." Oh, it's so scary, there are so many ghosts wanting to eat me! Woooo...I'm in so much pain..."

Zhang Li settled down and patted him on the back, her voice was hoarse because she hadn't slept all night: "Don't be afraid, be good, it's just a dream..."

Meng Qinglang pursed his lips, turned around and went back to the house, threw out the scary ghost who was following him like a tail, changed his clothes, stuffed a few clothes in his backpack and went out.

The scary ghost waved his stiff arms towards his back: "Master Meng has a smooth journey, come back soon~"

Meng Qinglang bought a bottle of water and two bags of bread on the road, and took the bus to the train station.

The detour of the bus was a bit long, Meng Qinglang sat for an hour and a half before getting off the bus, and waited at the station for another hour before finally boarding the train.

It wasn't a festival or a student holiday, and there weren't many cars. Meng Qinglang found his seat, and the surroundings were empty. His phone rang, and it was Xi Yan's WeChat, still short: "Come out."

"I am on the train."

"??? Where are you going?"

"T city."

"Why go?"

Going to catch ghosts, Meng Qinglang was afraid that Xi Yan would drag him to see a doctor. After thinking about it, he made an excuse, then deleted it, and replied, "I have something to do."

There was no reply for a long time, and Meng Qinglang guessed that he must be angry.

Someone sat across from Meng Qinglang, a woman, and a five or six-year-old girl. The girl was holding a ball and patted it on the open space. Meng Qinglang glanced at the map. The girl's location was marked in orange.

"Tuantuan, come back and sit down."

The woman yelled, and the girl obediently sat down on her seat with the ball in her arms, and looked at Meng Qinglang with wide eyes: "Brother, you are so pretty."

Meng Qinglang didn't know whether this sentence was said by the girl or the ghost on her body, and he said after a while: "You are also very good-looking."

The train started, and the woman brought out snacks for the little girl. The little girl ate quietly, occasionally turning her head to talk to her mother, her voice was very low, and she looked very educated.

Meng Qinglang observed her for a long time, and there was nothing unusual about the little girl, and getting along with women was very natural.

He clicked on the orange dot on the system, which was displayed as: ? ? ?

There was no introduction at all, and Meng Qinglang didn't know whether to feed her a capsule for a while.

As the train pulled out of the station, the surrounding scenery gradually became desolate. Meng Qinglang stared at the system interface and found another orange dot moving along with the train.

There are two ghosts on this car.

There are too many ghosts in the station, and the system interface is always densely packed. Meng Qinglang didn't notice that one got on the train with the crowd, and it should be in a dozen or so cars from the distance. It seems to be moving slowly. Meng Qinglang is Car No. [-] is slightly far away, but gradually getting closer.

Meng Qinglang tapped the moving orange dot: Dear, did you forget to charge the system?The small system is a bit hungry, the distance is too far to detect it~

"..."

From the beginning to the end, Meng Qinglang had only one purpose, to save his life, so as long as these two ghosts don't provoke him, he doesn't need to provoke them. After thinking about this, he leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes, but he I am quite curious about this "fare evasion" ghost, and poke the dot every once in a while to see if there is any explanation.

This ghost moves very slowly, and it has to go back and forth in a carriage for a long time every time. When it reaches the position that Meng Qinglang can detect, the sun is about to set, and the sunset today is very heavy, almost red. Covered most of the sky.

The orange dot shows: ? ? ?

Both ghosts are unknown, Meng Qinglang looked away from Hongxia, and sat up nervously. He remembered that ghosts are classified, and he can only deal with first and second level ghosts at present, but if it is orange , it shouldn't be anything...

The ghost seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly increased its speed, rushing across the No. [-] carriage and running directly to Meng Qinglang's side.

Meng Qinglang was vigilant when a broken neck suddenly protruded from his side. No bone or blood was visible. He was startled, and reflexively raised his leg and kicked it out.

The author has something to say: Scary ghost: My lord, you are to me...you are electricity, you are light, you are the only myth, I only love you Youaremysuperstar~

Xi Yan: Say it again.

Scary ghost: I am the light, I am the stick, I am the only mentally retarded...

ps: This is also an old song~

Thank you "Zhao Liu" for the nutrient solution~