The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

The little girl stared at him curiously, and stuffed potato chips into her mouth.

Meng Qinglang put down her long legs silently.

The ghost who was kicked out of the carriage floated back at a high speed, and rushed towards Meng Qinglang's direction. Only then did Meng Qinglang realize that one ghost was as wide as two people, and his body still retained the muscular muscles of his previous life. Perhaps because he had no head, his His steps were crooked, Meng Qinglang was tall from his feet to his neck, and when he rushed over, he looked like a hill, with an imposing manner.

Meng Qinglang kicked and thought while kicking, it looked familiar.

The headless ghost persevered, even if Meng Qinglang wanted to save him, he couldn't find his mouth, so he could only lift his legs and kick it away again and again, the woman on the opposite side looked at Meng Qinglang with vigilance.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

The woman hurriedly picked up the girl and taught in a low voice: "Don't talk to strangers." After speaking, she smiled apologetically at Meng Qinglang, her eyes full of guard.

The stranger Meng Qinglang put down his long legs silently. It was understandable that if he saw a person kicking his legs on the train, he would definitely think that person had cramps, legs or brain...

"Pa-ta--" the ball the girl was holding rolled down, bounced twice on the ground, rolled to the corner of the carriage, and stopped.

The girl jumped off the chair and wanted to run over to pick it up. Meng Qinglang grabbed her arm and pulled it back. He saw the headless ghost hill-like body blowing past like the wind. He stuffed his palm into the ball, pulled out a head and put it on his On the neck, he grinned, tilted his head, and rolled to the ground again.

Meng Qinglang walked over to pick up the ball, wondering why he put his head in the ball, wouldn't it be too crowded for such a small ball?He returned the ball to the little girl, and the woman thanked her, and took her own things and changed to a seat far away from him.

Meng Qinglang glanced at them and didn't care. There was only an orange dot left on the system map. Click on it to see the full introduction: Baotougui, age 29, cause of death, was cannon fodder when passing by the underworld...

Holding the head of the ghost in his arms with a satisfied face, the whole ghost quieted down, and Meng Qinglang remembered that it was this ghost that opened its mouth and threw its head at him that day.

The head-holding ghost tentatively put its head on its neck again, but it tilted and fell off.

Meng Qinglang saw him standing obediently in the corner, pretending to be his head, so he stopped paying attention. After eating some bread, the water ran out, and went to the adjacent carriage to fetch water. When the two mothers and daughters passed by, the woman hugged the girl secretly Glancing at him, the little girl raised her head curiously, Meng Qinglang just walked over slowly without giving them the slightest glimpse.

After receiving the water, the ghost had already moved to the middle of the carriage, put its head down, dropped it, rolled down, the ghost chased after it, released it again, dropped it again, the big head rolled in front of Meng Qinglang and touched his toes , stopped.

Meng Qinglang put down the water bottle, picked it up, and shook his head. It was very strange. He thought ghosts were weightless, but when he actually held them in his hand, there was a strange gravity. It wasn't the real weight, but there was an obvious sense of touch and falling.

The head-holding ghost stood one meter away from him, hesitating in footsteps, the head in Meng Qinglang's hand showed an expression of grievance amidst fear.

Meng Qinglang felt that his heart had become extremely strong in the past two days of binding the system, but holding someone else's head gave him a strange feeling.

He took two steps forward, and the head-holding ghost stepped back a little bit, and then he didn't dare to move, but his fingers were tensely exerting force on each other, and they accidentally pinched and then snapped back by themselves.

Meng Qinglang stood on tiptoe, put his head on it for him, straightened it, let go of his hand, his head was tilted again, Meng Qinglang thought for a while, took off his head, and took it away.

The head-holding ghost looked like he was about to cry.

Meng Qinglang put the ghost's head on the small table, and the head-holding ghost followed him, but didn't dare to take it.

Meng Qinglang flipped through his bag, took out a box of needles and threads, picked out the gray one for the right color of the headhunter, stood on tiptoes to put his head on, and began to sew by hand.

He just tried it, but he didn't expect that the needle and thread would have obvious resistance and tactile sensation when it was stuck on the soul. Feeling that Meng Qinglang was interested, he sewed around the body of the head-holding ghost.

After 2 minutes passed, Meng Qinglang raised his arm a little sorely, finally tied a bow, cut off the gray thread, took two steps back and looked at it, the gray thread was slightly darker than the soul, his craftsmanship was limited, the sewing was crooked, Meng Qing Ron wasn't too pleased.

In the end, the bow tie made of thin threads seemed to become a part of the soul, gradually breaking away from the shackles of gravity, and stiffened up, forming a beautiful bow on the left side of the head-holding ghost's neck, dotted on the two-meter-long figure of the head-holding ghost , there is a sense of disobedience, but Meng Qinglang thinks it looks good.

The head-holding ghost touched his neck, and tentatively tilted it, but it didn't fall off. Meng Qinglang saw that tears seemed to leak from his big round bull-like eyes. To be honest, the head-holding ghost has a generous face with high cheekbones. A pair of bull's eyes and a big nose, the proportions are not good, a bit like the legendary minotaur, the appearance is a little hard to describe, Meng Qinglang was afraid that his eyes would be too hot, so he lowered his head and went back to get his water bottle, then turned his head and saw him following behind The head-holding ghost was so frightened that the water bottle fell to the ground.

The woman holding the child glanced at the nearby water bottle, and then saw that his eyes had changed from vigilance to panic. He kicked his legs against the air, stitched against the air, and frightened him against the air. This is definitely not what a normal person would have. action.

Meng Qinglang walked over to pick up the water bottle, the head-holding ghost followed him step by step, the woman held the child tightly, Meng Qinglang just passed by, and then sat back in his seat, the head-holding ghost moved tentatively, and sat opposite him , Good student sitting posture is correct, hands on knees.

Meng Qinglang ignored him, lowered his head and played with his phone for a while, then raised his head again, he still did the same thing.

The train arrived at the station, but before it reached T City, a large group of people came up, the woman came back with her baby in her arms, and she was about to sit on the lap of the head-holding ghost, the picture was very difficult to look at directly.

"Wait," Meng Qinglang patted the seat beside him, "Sit here."

The woman was stunned for a moment, and the head-holding ghost had moved over obediently, the big man's body tightened cautiously, and sat next to Meng Qinglang, with a small distance between Meng Qinglang and his movements cautiously.

Sitting next to him would not have to look directly at the face of the head-holding ghost. Meng Qinglang regretted not discovering it earlier, looked at the woman who was frozen in place, nodded slightly, and pointed to the opposite side: "Please sit down."

People in the car came and went, and the woman didn't change seats, she just hugged the girl tightly to prevent her from running around, but the seat next to Meng Qinglang was always vacant.

As the sky darkened, Meng Qinglang began to feel drowsy. Although the big man beside him didn't seem to be in danger, he didn't dare to take a real rest. When he got out of the car in the early morning, he was about to collapse.

His stomach started to hurt, his whole body was sweating coldly, his lightweight backpack became a burden, and he might be the only one who stayed up all night running around with a terminal illness.

With fishy sweetness in his mouth and dizziness in his head, Meng Qinglang felt that he couldn't hold on any longer, so he gave up the idea of ​​doing the task tonight, and took a taxi to a nearby small hotel.

The location of the hotel is a bit off, only on the second floor, the front desk is illuminated only by a [-]-watt yellow light bulb, which makes the small space appear dim and ambiguous, the tables and chairs for resting are dirty and old, but the price is not cheap.

Meng Qinglang didn't have the energy to be picky, but the proprietress was picky about him. She looked him up and down and frowned, her already mean face showing deep disgust: "If you are sick, go to the doctor first. There is no hospital near us."

Meng Qinglang took out his ID card, and handed her a brand-new RMB along the way: "It's okay if I eat badly in the car."

The proprietress looked at her ID card, but she didn't pick it up, she glanced at the money again, and then reluctantly accepted it: "It's just the first room on the east side, someone booked it for tomorrow, just rent it for one night, okay?"

"Row."

The room was not big, but it was clean, and there was a bathroom to wash. Meng Qinglang locked the door and collapsed on the bed. He rested on his side for a while, opened his eyes and asked, "Why are you following me?"

The head-holding ghost stood one meter away from him, scratching his head with his big hands, his big head shook slightly with his movements, but it didn't fall off.

In order to leave room for turning the head, Meng Qinglang did not sew too tightly, leaving a small buffer, and now it has merged with the soul of the head-holding ghost, like a small spring, very flexible.

"I, repay the favor." The head-holding ghost's voice was very strange, with a strong accent, and each word was pronounced very short, as if he was not very good at speaking.

Meng Qinglang clutched his stomach, his voice became very soft due to weakness, but he held a capsule vigilantly in his hand: "What kind of favor do you want?"

The head-holding ghost pointed to his own head, grinning almost to his cheeks with a smirk, and said concisely: "I, my head."

Seeing his weird expression, Meng Qinglang chuckled, suddenly found it very interesting, and recovered some strength after lying down for a while, so he asked him, "Why did you stuff your head into the ball?"

The face of the head-holding ghost clearly showed the word "foolish", and after a long time, he said: "Ghost, play, find, gamble."

Meng Qinglang probably understood that he played a game with other ghosts, betting on whether he could find the head?This must have been tricked by ghosts.

The head-holding ghost seemed to realize that he couldn't express clearly, and frowned anxiously: "I can't, talk, I, I can..."

He had a very loud voice, and he jumped out one or two words. He couldn't understand the meaning by listening alone. He had to memorize and use his brain to connect the words into sentences. Meng Qinglang felt his temples popping after hearing a few words: "Shut up."

The voice of the head-holding ghost stopped abruptly.

Meng Qinglang's only energy was lost by his noise, his head was buzzing, his whole body was exhausted, his upper and lower eyelids were fighting, and he relied on his vigilance to maintain his energy, but in fact, thinking about it, he didn't need to be so vigilant. Body, it's hard to say whether it's better to be alive or dead...

Meng Qinglang woke up from hunger, or from stomach cramps. When he opened his eyes, he saw a body like Baotougui Xiaoshan standing a meter away from him. The posture and distance were exactly the same as before he fell asleep. Yes, I blinked my eyes wide.

He was stared at by ghosts and slept all night. Meng Qinglang once again realized how strong his heart was. The phone rang many times in a row. When he clicked on it, at ten o'clock in the morning, Xi Yan had already sent more than a dozen messages.

"T City Railway Station, come and pick me up."

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"Reply."

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"Where are you? I'll find you."

The author has something to say: It’s time to ask for money again~

Thank you Zhao Liu for the nutrient solution~