The hero ran away with the scum [Quick Transmigration]

As the night deepened, the dark corridor provided faint light from the open door next door.

With this ray of light, Ning Zhi stared squarely at the man in ancient costume floating in front of him.

The man was dressed in splendid costumes, embroidered with vivid nine five-clawed golden dragons, such as ink green silk tied on the top of his head with a golden crown. He was tall and slender. The petals are extremely thin, the lower jaw is slightly pointed, and the whole body is gloomy. At first glance, it is not easy to get along with... a ghost.

Since it's not easy to get along with...

Ning Zhi raised his hand to breathe on the man's face, a cool chill penetrated into his body instantly from the palm of his hand, his complexion remained unchanged, he swung the male ghost aside, took out the key from his pocket, opened the door, and raised his hand to touch it. Go to the switch next to the entrance, turn on the light in the living room, and shut the shocked male ghost out of the door.

It's late autumn now, and it's cold at night, and this Tongzilou is shady all year round, Ning Zhi's arm that touched the male ghost just now was numb from the cold.

He swung his arms as he walked towards the room. He didn't feel anything when the ancient ghost approached him before, but he didn't expect it to be so cold when he touched it.He walked to the balcony and opened the door with a bucket. The male ghost seemed to have not recovered from the shock, and was still standing at the door.

He ignored the male ghost, picked up a bucket of water next to the aunt, carried it to the balcony, plugged in the hot water stick, filled the washbasin with toiletries, turned around and found pajamas from the room, and planned to make do with it in the public toilet next to it tonight clean it up.

When he came out of the room, the male ghost was sitting on the sofa with a golden knife, squinting his phoenix eyes, and looked at the two-bedroom residential house coldly and arrogantly. When he saw Ning Zhi coming out of the room, he sternly said : "Bold and unreasonable, how dare you touch my face with your hands!"

"Heh!" Ning Zhi raised the corners of his lips, sneered, put down the clothes in his hands, picked up the broom in his hand, and greeted the other party directly in the face. How dare you smack your face with a broom!"

The male ghost couldn't avoid it, and let the broom hit him straight.

However, when the broom touched the male ghost's face, it passed directly through his face.

Ning Zhi paused, and the male ghost's sullen expression was also taken aback for a moment, then he raised his brows, and said with a little pride: "Drafter, for the sake of the fact that you are indistinguishable from Mr. Guo, I will spare you if you don't die. Quickly kneel down and thank you!"

Ning Zhi silently put down the broom, raised one foot, pulled out the slipper, and in the male ghost's complacency, immediately yanked it towards the other's right cheek, only heard a crisp sound of 'pop', and the male ghost was stunned for a moment.

Ning Zhi put down his slippers and put them on his feet, a coolness infiltrated from the soles of his shoes in an instant, he picked up the plastic bag on the sofa as if nothing had happened, put his pajamas in it, went to the balcony to test the temperature of the water, it was just right, he Pulling out the hot water stick, carrying pajamas in one hand, carrying the bucket, and the other hand holding the washbasin, when he passed by the dazed male ghost, he sneered and said, "What the hell!"

"I'm not a joke, I'm the emperor!"

Ning Zhi went to the toilet without looking back.

There is no separate bathroom in this kind of tube building, and Ning Zhi has also lived a hard life, but he accepts it calmly, but just after he took off his clothes, a male ghost rushed in through the door angrily, "You troublemakers, I want Kill your nine clans!"

Ning Zhi looked down at the slippers on his feet, just as he bent down, the other party shrank, and suddenly put them on again.

Seeing this scene, Ning Zhi snorted lightly, what kind of virtue is it to make trouble for people?Tricksters can't beat you to death!

The male ghost who withdrew firmly refused to admit that he was counseled.

He glanced left and right, and saw a woman washing clothes by the sink. After thinking for a moment, he floated in front of the woman, but the woman, like the two middle-aged men who drove the iron box before, ignored him.

He tentatively reached out to touch the woman's shoulder, and his fingers passed through the woman's shoulder. The woman shivered suddenly, and said in a trembling voice: "Oh, why has it become so cold."

The male ghost withdrew his hand and saw that the woman was turning off the faucet, so he floated down curiously, and followed the woman's example to turn on the faucet, but his hand went through the faucet again as before.

He looked at the closed wooden door thoughtfully. The national teacher said that they would meet again in a thousand years, but why did he wake up in the coffin?What is this place?Why is the man in the wooden door the same as the national teacher?Could it be the reincarnation of the national teacher?

It must be the reincarnation of the national teacher, otherwise why among the few people I met, only that man could see me, and only he could touch me!

The male ghost floated into Ning Zhi's house as a matter of course, everything in front of him was too strange to him.

He was curious in his heart, and everything he saw was novel, especially the glowing lamp. He reached out to touch it, and the lamp flickered a few times, and the bright living room was instantly enveloped in darkness.

The aunt who was wringing out the clothes outside saw the lights in Ning Zhi's house go out, and yelled towards the toilet, "Anzi, your lights are out."

"It's okay, aunt, there are spares at home."

Ning Zhi put on her pajamas, put the changed clothes in a bucket, walked to the sink, turned on the faucet, asked the aunt to borrow the laundry, and talked to the aunt while rubbing the clothes.

The aunt was talking, and suddenly mentioned something, "Anzi, do you think it's strange? I did the laundry well just now. My shoulder suddenly felt as if someone had smashed it with an ice cube. It was chilly. Now One shoulder is still numb."

"It may be that someone upstairs threw ice water on your shoulder." Ning Zhi looked up and found that the aunt's shoulder was wet. A big piece, said with a smile: "The weather is getting colder, you go back and call uncle I will cook a bowl of ginger soup for you to get rid of the cold."

With that said, he wrung out the water, greeted his aunt, and went home with his things.

The house was pitch dark. He pressed the switch, but the lights didn't respond.

Thinking of the aunt who said that her shoulders suddenly felt cold, and she couldn't see the male ghost, what else did she not understand? !

He turned on the light on the balcony, pulled out the clothes hanger to dry the clothes, turned off the light and locked the door, went back to the room, lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and read the plot of this world.

The plot begins with the discovery of an ancient tomb at a construction site in the western suburbs.

The Yang Group bought the land in the western suburbs and planned to develop it into a resort, but they didn't want to be discovered by the workers that there was an ancient tomb in the ground less than a month after the construction site started.

The Yang Group intends to conceal the matter. After all, if it is reported that there are ancient tombs underground in the land bought by the company, it will be reported to the state, and the funds invested by the company will be in vain.

The Yang Group bought insiders with money and continued to work. Unexpectedly, three months later, many photos of ancient tombs suddenly circulated on the Internet.

The photos caught the attention of relevant departments, and the project was immediately stopped. Archaeologists went to the site to check and study, and then judged the identity of the tomb owner based on the unearthed cultural relics——Xu Yijun, the eighth emperor of Xu State thousands of years ago.

Archaeologists even discovered Xu Yijun's coffin in the tomb, and found that the coffin was not only well preserved, but also as bright as blood.

The archaeological team decided to transport the coffin back to the museum and then uncover it, but the truck collided with a truck of the same model on the road. The driver of the truck was seriously injured and unconscious on the spot, and the coffin disappeared.

The plot officially begins five years later.

Ning Zhi stroked the plot and fell asleep unconsciously.

When he woke up the next day, he opened his eyes and saw a pair of dark eyes. He quietly picked up the ashtray from the bedside table and threw it directly at the other person's head.

'Bang' sound.

The ashtray hit the opponent's head, making a dull sound.

The other party's eyes were dark, as if he wanted to get angry, but for some reason, he held back his breath and said, "I'm not feeling well."

"None of my business!" Ning Zhi propped himself up, with the sunlight pouring in from the gap in the curtains, he took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, lit it, and lazily said, "Didn't you leave last night? What did you come back for?" ?”

"..." The male ghost frowned, watching the other party puffing out clouds and mist, endured it, moved to Ning Zhi's side, and the frown was relieved, "You are my national teacher."

Ning Zhi let out a puff of smoke, cast a sidelong glance at him, and said with a sneer, "Didn't you say that I'm not your national teacher last night?"

"You are the reincarnation of the national teacher." The male ghost frowned at this point, "It's strange, as soon as you get close to you, the things that pull me are gone."

Ning Zhi seemed to be interested, "Tell me."

The male ghost regarded Ning Zhi as the reincarnation of the national teacher, and he still trusted him in his heart.

With a sullen face, he said displeasedly: "In the middle of the night last night, an invisible force suddenly appeared, as if it was calling me. I vaguely felt that something was wrong, so I wanted to come back and tell you that I didn't think of you. Weakened, the closer I get to you, the weaker the summoning power will be."

Ning Zhi flicked the cigarette ash, squinted and said: "So, you use my place as a safe place?"

The male ghost didn't understand what a safe house was, but it didn't prevent him from understanding the meaning, "You are my national teacher, you should help me solve my problems!"

Ning Zhi stubbed out the cigarette butt, not even thinking about hitting him.

He lifted the quilt, stepped on the slippers, and dug out new clothes from the closet. He was about to take off his clothes when he suddenly turned his head, "A gentleman should not look at evil, Your Majesty, should you avoid it?"

The male ghost didn't want to leave Ningzhi, as soon as he left Ningzhi, there would be an invisible force pulling him, "You and I are both men, so what's there to avoid?"

Ning Zhi bent down to pick up the slippers, and when the male ghost saw the slippers, he turned around, "I don't want to look at them."

Ning Zhi put down his slippers, changed his clothes, and said, "You call yourself Zhen, and I see that your dragon aura is not weak, so you were undoubtedly the emperor when you were alive. As an emperor, you have dragon aura to protect your body, and you will die without reincarnation. , and was dug out from the grave, it should be that some evil cultivator discovered your resting place, took a fancy to the dragon energy on your body, and wanted to use a formation to summon you there, and then use your dragon energy to practice."

"I am the eighth emperor of Xu Kingdom!"

Ning Zhi raised his eyebrows, is this guy's focus wrong?

He raised his head and said, "The eighth emperor of the Xu Kingdom, let me think about it. In history, Emperor Xu Wen had ascended the throne for three years, but died suddenly in his bedroom. Because he had no heirs, the civil and military officials elected the son of King Wu at that time as emperor."

Xu Yijun said angrily: "Nonsense!"

Ning Zhi ignored him and continued: "There are unofficial records that Emperor Xu Wen was violent and promiscuous during his reign, and his violent death and palace are retribution; there are also documents that record that your death was related to King Wu. According to related records, King Wu died after you died. , had frequent contacts with the national teacher at that time, and the two had long talks at the knees from time to time."

Speaking of this, Ning Zhi walked up to the male ghost, that is, Xu Yijun, looked at him curiously, and said, "I saw a post on the Internet before, saying that the national teacher and King Wu were originally a pair, and you used your power to break up the couple." Is it true that you killed the two of them and forced King Wu to poison you?"