The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

The first message was at seven o'clock in the morning, and the last one was at ten o'clock.

Xi Yan has always been like this. He never flinches from the goals he believes in, expresses himself frankly, and doesn't even bother to cover up his shortcomings. He only does what he wants to do, as if he doesn't know what fear is. When others change something, they never consider whether their actions will bring burdens to others.

It's understandable if you think about it. After all, he has never failed, and he has never been hurt, so he will move forward. Maybe he doesn't even understand the word "regret".

Being too good might be his only weakness?Meng Qinglang was amused by himself.

So they are completely opposite people. For Xi Yan, Meng Qinglang envies, but they can't learn, they are destined not to be in harmony, but thinking of Xi Yan staying at the station for nearly three hours in order to find him to take the train alone ...Meng Qinglang sighed, feeling awkwardly moved and a little distressed.

"Wait."

After replying two words, Meng Qinglang got up to wash up and was brushing his teeth when the proprietress of the hotel came knocking on the door.

The proprietress looked him up and down, she was half dead last night, but today her complexion improved a lot, her eyes were slightly surprised, she seemed to have forgotten the request that he had to check out today, she just emphasized: "Twelve o'clock is another day."

Xi Yan was not used to living in this kind of place, so Meng Qinglang packed his backpack and checked out. He bought two cups of porridge on the way, and when he arrived at the train station, he saw Xi Yan who was in his pockets and relaxed without any luggage.

The first thing Xi Yan said when he saw him was: "I'm hungry."

Meng Qinglang handed him the porridge: "There is no lunch box on the train?"

"Unappetizing."

"Deserving it."

"This porridge is cold, it's not good to drink."

"Don't drink, you're hungry." Meng Qinglang went to snatch it, but Xi Yan hid him, and finished his drink in two or three strokes.

Meng Qinglang saw that he was really hungry, and it happened to be noon, so he took him to a nearby restaurant. Xi Yan often exercised and had a big appetite. After eating two bowls of rice, Meng Qinglang only drank some hot water and stared at him. The red dot on the system interface.

There are as many ghosts in T city as in Y city, and the images are all strange. Because it is daytime, there are not many ghosts walking on the street, and the red dot on the mission sign has not moved. The location is "Yunxia Villa", which sounds like a community.

Meng Qinglang has been working part-time, but the dance class is quite expensive, and he has only saved 3000 yuan so far. In the past two days, he spent several hundred yuan. I feel a little distressed. After thinking about it, I decided to book a regular chain hotel nearby. The double room is nearly two One hundred one night, compared to other hotels, it is more affordable.

The life countdown in the upper right corner of the system is only three days away, and it is still decreasing. Meng Qinglang nodded his fingers anxiously, and read the task introduction carefully, and suddenly found a line of small words that he hadn't noticed before: Use Meng's recipe to complete the task , reward a rationalization capsule.

Xi Yan looked at him unhappy: "I'm sitting here, what do you see?"

"Finish? I've booked a room, now go."

Xi Yan followed him dissatisfied: "Can't you look at me? I'm pretty."

"I choose to watch the road."

If Meng Qinglang lived in a black hotel before, this chain hotel is really bright everywhere, the front desk is very professional, the room is very tidy, and the price nearly double is not for nothing, Meng Qinglang put down his backpack: "I'll go out and do something matter, you wait for me to come back."

"I'll go wherever you go. There are pandas in T City. I haven't seen them yet. Let's go to the zoo after you're done."

"No time."

"Always have no time, where do you go to work? We are not locals, don't let people deceive you, some people use high wages to lure you, a clean and innocent migrant boy like you."

Meng Qinglang looked at him speechlessly: "You know so much..."

"No, I just read a few more pages of Toutiao than you. I'm still very pure."

"Being able to say the word "purity" proves that you are really knowledgeable."

"Do you know what it means to live endlessly and learn endlessly?"

"I don't know, I only know that it's hot, you are like a stove, can you stay away from me?"

"No."

Meng Qinglang was waiting for a rental downstairs, but he couldn't bother Xi Yan, so he could only take him with him, thinking that he would find a coffee shop somewhere and stuff it in.

The head-holding ghost sat on the co-pilot, and because he was too tall, he hunched his back, and the whole ghost huddled up. He peeked at the rearview mirror, just in time to see Xi Yan approaching and Meng Qinglang was ruthlessly pushed away. The head-holding ghost took a look Xi Yan looked at Meng Qinglang again, his eyes were full of panic and helplessness, and he shrank a little.

Xi Yan turned his gaze to the co-pilot.

"what happened?"

"No, I just felt someone watching me..."

The ghost holding his head was frightened into waves.

"What are you nervous about?"

"No way."

Xi Yan pinched his ears: "The tips of the ears are pricked up, why don't you say you're nervous?"

Meng Qinglang patted him away: "Get out of here."

The taxi driver glanced at the rearview mirror calmly: "Where are you going?"

Meng Qinglang reported a place name that only knew the approximate location: "Yunxia Villa."

Yunxia Villa is a mix of high-rise buildings and villas, car entry certificates, people entry is not a concern, Xi Yan sticks to Meng Qinglang's side, it is impossible to drive him away, Meng Qinglang decided to check the situation first.

Xi Yan looked around with vigilance: "What are you doing here?"

"Visit relatives."

"Don't be kidding, you have any relatives to go."

Meng Qinglang pursed the corners of his lips and gave him a sideways look.

Xi Yan smiled ingratiatingly, and put his arms around his shoulders: "I am your relative."

"I choose to have no relatives."

The neighborhood is quite big. Meng Qinglang chased the red dot for a long time, and finally stopped at a 20-storey building. This is troublesome. The mission target has been found, which floor is it?

Meng Qinglang looked at the head-holding ghost. The distance between them changed from one meter to two meters at some point. At this time, he felt that Xi Yan was redundant. If Xi Yan was not there, he could still ask Baotou Can the head ghost perceive the specific location of the other ghost?

The residential buildings here have unit access control. Meng Qinglang pushed Xi Yan away to the video call port, and clicked on the 13th floor: "Hello, is this Ms. Wang from the [-]th floor of Building [-], Yunxia Villa?" Meng Qinglang With a smile, he is obviously young, and his delicate appearance looks amiable.

"Yes, you are..."

Xi Yan looked at Meng Qinglang in surprise.

Meng Qinglang looked down at the empty hand: "Here is your courier."

The door opened, Meng Qinglang hung up the communication and turned to Xi Yan and said, "You wait outside, entering this building is considered a violation of public security management."

"How do you know her information?"

"There are a lot of people with the surname Wang, and there are a lot of ladies who have couriers. I'm so stupid. If I make a mistake, I will be scolded."

Xi Yan wanted to follow in, but Meng Qinglang closed the door quickly, and smiled through the glass door, pointing outside: "Wait obediently, I'll be down in a while."

Meng Qinglang went upstairs, and Xi Yan frowned and lingered at the door. If it was a job, just go to the employer directly. Just now they looked around looking for someone. Could it be some relative they haven't seen for many years?

After so many years of ignoring him, what's the point of finding him, Xi Yan scoffed.It was really not suitable for him to follow in this situation, although he was upset, he still found a cool shade and stayed there.

Without Xi Yan, Meng Qinglang beckoned to Baotougui: "Can you find the ghost in this building?"

Lord Meng gave him a mission!The head-holding ghost trembled into wavy lines excitedly, jumping up and down the floor.

Meng Qinglang looked up at the floor, and waited quietly. After 2 minutes, the head-holding ghost floated back: "Follow me." After speaking, he flew away.

Meng Qinglang was still waiting where he was. At this moment, he remembered the scary ghost far away in City Y. If it was a scary ghost, he should be able to do it on his own without saying anything.

The head-holding ghost floated back again, scratching his head: "My lord, come with me."

"How many floors?"

The head-holding ghost scratched his head, and it took him a while to understand the meaning of these two words together: "I, count."

This time he came back very slowly, and it took 5 minutes before he landed in front of Meng Qinglang.

"How many floors?"

The head-holding ghost scratched his head in confusion, "I forgot."

When a person's body is in pain for a long time, his endurance will drop sharply. For example, Meng Qinglang is so irritable that he just wants to beat his dog's head away again.

After confirming that the memory of the head-holding ghost was not strong enough to last a round trip, Meng Qinglang chose to climb the stairs—that was impossible, and he might vomit blood and pass out before reaching the place.

Meng Qinglang took the headless ghost into the elevator, stopped every third floor, asked him to look for ghosts, and quickly confirmed that the target was on the eighth floor.

Meng Qinglang bowed his head, thought about his words, and rang the doorbell. The person inside didn't press the video call, but opened the door directly. It was a fat middle-aged man, and he was obviously taken aback when he saw Meng Qinglang.

Meng Qinglang glanced at the room quickly and secretly. Based on his years of take-out experience, he immediately judged that this family has a small fortune but is not rich.

Because a gray-haired old man sat on the sofa.

Meng Qinglang showed a mysterious smile: "I looked at Haihan uninvited. I watched from a distance, so I came here to take a look. I didn't expect to find something. This layman's Yintang is black and entangled by bad luck. Looks like I've been in trouble for a long time."

Although he is tall, his face is still that of a high school student. The man was stunned when he saw him. Ask him to go in.

The old Taoist sat there without moving, stroking his beard and squinting his eyes: "Where is this fellow Taoist cultivating?"

"Hehe, it's a small place, it's not enough for outsiders to understand."

The little eyes of the old Taoist flashed brightly: "Dare to ask which one you cultivate?"

"It's just a trail, it's not enough for outsiders to know."

The old Taoist looked at him from contempt to contempt: "Hehe, fellow Taoist is too modest."

"I don't know this master..."

The old Taoist flicked his sleeves, smiled softly, and said loudly, "The 350th second-generation disciple of Pindao Maoshan, the master of Heyang Temple, has devoted himself to cultivating on the mountain for [-] years. It won’t go down this time either.”

Meng Qinglang looked at his hand: "The fruit phone that just came out in March? It's better to reform and open up. Life is getting more and more convenient."

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