Quickly wear a female supporting role: your male protagonist has turned black again

Chapter 321: The Corpse Man (23)
Ten minutes later, Qiao Wei appeared on the stairs in the corridor of the villa.

Don't ask how she got in.

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The scent that got into the nose became more and more greasy.

Qiao Wei took the shovel behind the door for digging soil and planting flowers, and violently pried open the door.

Without worrying about disturbing the homeowner, this door is easier to open than Qiao Wei imagined.

"Squeak-"

door, open.

What appeared in front of Qiao Wei was a small utility room.

About seven or eight square meters, there is a long table at the entrance, and a box of incense is burning on the table, the taste is sweet and lingering.There is a strange cabinet next to the table, made of blood jade with red and white veins, the bottom of the cabinet is deep and narrow, it looks more like a coffin.

It was the time of the solar eclipse outside the window, the lights in the room were not turned on, and the window screen was drawn, so the environment was very dim. Qiao Wei glanced over it roughly, but found nothing.

Suddenly, the speed of her eyeballs slowed down significantly.

Wait, since it is still in a solar eclipse, why was she able to see a villa several hundred meters away when she climbed up the tree to watch? !

A gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the rocking chair under the window swayed slightly, and the coolness climbed up Qiao Wei's back.

She was so eager to find the secret of the Resurrection Incense that she almost forgot that this was a supernatural plane.

Supernatural and supernatural, if there is a spirit, there is a difference.

Noticing that a touch of color flashed across the corner of her eyes, Qiao Wei twisted her neck stiffly and slowly, and looked towards the window.

There, a slender figure appeared.

——If she can still be called a "person".

Familiar clothes and hairstyles, familiar scents...

The figure also turned back, looked at her with a smile, "You are here."

"It's you?!"

Seeing this face, Qiao Wei was both surprised and expected.

It was the classic beauty who just bumped into her on the road.

Her skin is very white, a kind of bloodless white that has not seen the sun all year round, which makes her eyes dark and her hair black and shiny.

"Perhaps... I should call you Ms. Mao Ruirui?" Qiao Wei stepped into the room, dragged the rocking chair towards her very familiarly, and sat down without any politeness. "Mrs. Jing who is dead in everyone's mouth?"

"Aren't you afraid?" The classical beauty didn't answer directly.

But at the same time, she also acquiesced in this identity from the side.

"Afraid?" Qiao Wei sneered, "What am I afraid of?"

She is not human either.

A skeleton, why be afraid of a ghost?
Mao Ruirui shook her head, "No, you should be afraid."

She looked at Qiao Wei with a strange look, like a conscientious housewife picking pork on a chopping board.

"You are so perfect."

Qiao Wei asked seriously: "Are you praising me?"

"Probably." Mao Ruirui covered her nose with her hands and smiled, this action inevitably enveloped a gust of fragrance, the fragrance was so strong that it choked her nose. "You shouldn't have come."

"I thought it was you calling me."

"Yes, I am asking for help." Mao Ruirui sighed, with a sad expression, "I wanted to ask someone to help me, but you are the only one here."

Qiao Wei raised her eyebrows, "It sounds like you're not very satisfied with me."

"No, you're too perfect..."

Mao Ruirui stared straight at her, that gaze made her scalp a little numb.

Why does she feel that the "perfection" here is not a compliment to her?

Mao Ruirui turned her gaze out of the window again, and asked softly, "Did you see... the flowers in the yard?"

Qiao Wei got up, and the rocking chair creaked behind her.

She walked to Mao Ruirui's side, followed and looked over, her eyes were full of intense blush.

She found that there were more than twice as many flowers than what she saw yesterday when she came here, and they were so lush that they were almost crowded.

Such a growth rate...

Presumably the owner of Hua'er is quite attentive.

"Yes, got it."

"There are too many flowers planted here." Mao Ruirui's voice was very soft. "Could you move the flowers to the pots for me, if you can?"

Do everything possible to find her, just to move a few pots of flowers?
Qiao Wei stared at her, "Why don't you go and tell Mr. Jing yourself?"

"My husband is very stubborn." Mao Ruirui still didn't answer directly, and changed the subject lightly. "No one can change what he decides."

Qiao Wei suddenly laughed, "Forcibly treating you as a walking corpse regardless of your objection?"

Mao Ruirui has drooping eyelashes, a white face, black eyebrows, elegant and dignified, just like a frozen classic portrait of a lady.

The two were so close, Qiao Wei's nose was filled with the thick and greasy scent of returning souls.

She remembered that Mr. Jing once gave Nan Chuqiu a box of soul-returning incense, which was clearly soft and sweet.

And the same fragrance, on Mao Ruirui's body, was mixed with an indescribably sweet and fishy smell, so strong that it was disgusting.

"Obviously, Mr. Jing's Resurrection Incense was not very successful."

After figuring this out, Qiao Wei finally understood why Mao Ruirui said she was "perfect".

Compared with Mao Ruirui's flawed walking corpse, her walking corpse is indeed perfect.

"Yes." Mao Ruirui sighed again. "You shouldn't have come."

Qiao Wei also felt the same way.

She fully thought that she would dig out a secret technique that could bring the dead back to life, but she didn't expect that what she dug up was a flawed walking corpse.

If I had known earlier, I might as well have gone to Zhuang Shu's words.

It's not pretty at all.

"Oh, I'm leaving now."

Qiao Wei turned around and wanted to leave, only to hear Mao Ruirui behind her say quietly: "It's too late."

When she finished speaking, she had just walked to the door when something invisible hit her face, causing her face to turn red and almost deformed.

"This formation was specially set up by my husband by a Taoist priest for you. It's called 'Heaven and Earth Net'."

……

"I don't know what Mr. Zhuang wants?"

In the chairman's office on the top floor of Mi Ding, Jing Wang sat opposite Zhuang Shu, drinking tea and chatting.

Zhuang Shu turned the teacup in his hand, and with the other hand, he redialed Qiao Wei's phone again under the table, but it still didn't connect.

He hooked his lips, with a slight smile floating on the surface, "Not so much."

"Since there is already a finished product, it is nothing more than a piece of cake for Mr. Zhuang. Why isn't Mr. Zhuang willing to help?"

Zhuang Shu lowered the back of the chair, lay down loosely, and closed half of his eyelids, "There is no reason."

"We are both walking corpses, you and I are brothers from the same sect..."

"I don't have any senior brothers." Zhuang Shu cut off his words coldly, raised his wrist impatiently to check the time, "I only plan to make one finished product in this life."

She will always be by his side.

only……

Zhuang Shu felt a little anxious in his heart.

Why, he suddenly couldn't recall his collection?

(End of this chapter)