Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

"Dad, all right." Xie Bowen handed the last candle villain to Meng Zezhi.

Meng Zezhi took it, and skillfully picked up the burned embroidery needle with tweezers to make a small black hole in the villain's belly, and then put the villain into the sink.

Seventy-six candles were neatly placed in the sink, looking a bit oozing.

Meng Zezhi took out a piece of talisman paper and stuck it on the water outlet of the faucet, and finally unscrewed the valve. The tap water fell into the sink along the talisman paper, and soon submerged the candle man in the sink and overflowed.

After doing this, he took out the towel on the shelf and wiped off the water on his hands.

Han Daqin took the opportunity to come up: "Uncle Xie, did Hou Wanhua offend you?"

"Yeah." Meng Ze knows whether it is salty or not indifferent: "By the way, why are you free to come to me today?"

Hearing this, Han Daqin put Hou Wanhua's affairs behind his head in an instant, and he said in a nonchalant manner, "Isn't this for Wanzi's sake?"

It's not that he doesn't believe in Meng Zezhi's ability, it's that what happened that day was too terrifying, and he cherished his life.

So he came out of the hospital on the front foot, and went to visit a few famous masters on the back foot, wondering if he could ask them to help collect the old ghost.

He didn't want to live with fear every day.

When they first entered the door, these so-called masters put themselves on the air, but when they heard that they were going to deal with a century-old ghost, they changed their faces.

At this moment, Han Daqin became even more afraid.

So after going round and round, he finally got to Meng Zezhi.

"Uncle Xie, you see that your injury is healed, shouldn't it be time to free up your hands to clean up the old ghost?" Han Daqin said.

"Why, it's anxious." Meng Zezhi put the towel back on the shelf and reached for the water glass on the table.

"No." Han Daqin saw it, took the water cup first, and handed it to Meng Zezhi.

"This matter can't be anxious." Meng Zezhi reached out his hand to take it, raised his head and drank it, and then continued: "If you are scared, you might as well go abroad to hide."

"Me, me..." Han Daqin was a little embarrassed, but couldn't help thinking about the feasibility of this matter.

"It's just human nature." Meng Zezhi said: "I will bring you some amulets. As long as you stay away from Wanzi's arms, you will be safe."

"Good, good."

Meng Zezhi took a wooden box from the bookshelf and drew out ten amulets, five for Han Daqin and five for Xie Bowen.

Han Daqin took it excitedly, Xie Bowen said nothing, he looked resolute: "I will stay in the capital with you."

What Meng Zezhi meant was to ask him and Han Daqin to go abroad together to avoid them.

But Xie Bowen has always been filial and doesn't want to run away alone, leaving his dad alone in the danger.

"Also." Meng Zezhi didn't force it. He asked himself that he still had the ability to protect Xie Bowen, and he was more at ease when people stayed under his nose: "But you hold the talisman to protect yourself. "

"it is good."

"That's right," Meng Zezhi remembered something. He took the fan and looked at Han Daqin: "Before this, I have to ask you to do me a favor."

"You said." Han Daqin said hastily.

"Excuse me, please check for me, how did Lu Huaijin die?" Meng Zezhi said.

There is always a question in his heart.

Lu Huaijin died, and he was married to Wan Zihuai. This is not difficult to explain. As long as Wan Zihuai and Lu Huaijin's birth date are the same, there is no possibility of mistakes.

The problem now is that Wan Zihuai was born again on the stall formed by the Yin marriage, that is to say, Lu Huaijin died a second ago.

How did he die?

Scared to death? Or is there something strange?

"Okay, I'll check it now." Han Daqin replied repeatedly.

After exiting the door of the Duan family, Han Daqin thought about it and told the driver: "Go, go to Shangcheng Group first."

Shangcheng Group is Duan Congyan's industry.

"I don't think you should stay in China, and go abroad with me to avoid it." Han Daqin took the water from the secretary, drank it with his head up, and then continued: "You and Xie Guangsheng's family are close. I'm afraid of implicating you... It's not that I don't believe in Xie Guangsheng's ability. I want to be kind, but I'm afraid. Look at my neck, the scars left by the ghost in red have not disappeared yet!"

Duan Congyan subconsciously wanted to refuse, but didn't know why, so he could only say: "I'm leaving, what about the company?"

"My brother, how important is life saving..." Han Daqin said anxiously.

As he was talking, a cool breeze hit his spine along the soles of his feet.

Han Daqin shrank his neck subconsciously: "Cong Yan, is the air conditioner in your office broken? How come I feel chilly behind me."

Then only heard a bang, Duan Congyan stood up from the office chair, looked through Han Daqin, his hands suddenly clenched into fists, a heart followed up to his throat, which made it difficult for him to breathe: " Han Daqin—"

"What's the matter?" Han Daqin didn't understand, so he followed his gaze and looked behind him, facing a face with white eyes turned up and **** facial features.

Han Daqin's legs were weak and he took a deep breath. He trembled and said, "Cong, Cong Yan, I, I, him, he..."

The next moment, a pair of thin hands pinched his neck.

"Ahem..." Han Daqin desperately beat the hand pinched on his neck, his eyes turned up: "Help, help..."

Duan Congyan came back to his senses, grabbed the notebook on the table and threw it at the hanged ghost.

Unexpectedly, the hanged ghost was smashed by the notebook, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, and he turned to Duan Congyan behind his desk.

Duan Congyan couldn't help but stepped back two steps, then grabbed the tea cup at hand and smashed it on the hanged ghost's forehead again.

The ghostly spirit around the hanged ghost rose a few centimeters in an instant. It was obviously annoyed by Duan Congyan's lifeless provocation. He only heard a plop, and Han Daqin was thrown out by him, and then flew to Duan Congyan with a sneer.

"Cough, cough..." Han Daqin coughed desperately, clutching his throat, grabbing the ground with his head.

After finally getting his breath, he turned his head to look in the direction where the desk was. In tears, only saw Duan Congyan pinched his neck by the hanged ghost and lifted it into the air.

"Fuck—"

Han Daqin husky his throat and cursed inwardly, as if thinking of something, he ran to the sofa and hurriedly grabbed the file bag above and took out a handful of yellow symbols from it.

Looking at these yellow symbols, Han Daqin's eyes lit up, he gritted his teeth, got up from the ground with difficulty, and rushed towards the hanged ghost crookedly.

Before he got closer, the hanged ghost who reacted was going to grab his neck again.

But I didn't want to, as soon as his hand touched Han Daqin, a golden light suddenly shot out from the yellow talisman in Han Daqin's hand, which hit his body fiercely.

Immediately afterwards, the hanged ghost flew upside down and slammed on the file cabinet.

Unable to reach the defense, Duan Congyan fell from mid-air.

"what--"

The hanged ghost knelt on the shards of glass on the ground, wailing with black smoke on his body.

Seeing that the amulet was effective, Han Daqin's eyes lit up, and with his last effort, he rushed to the hanged ghost, stuck the talisman paper on his body, and then pressed him firmly under him.

"what--"

The hanged ghost had a distorted face and black smoke billowed on his body. He said bitterly: "I want to kill you, kill you...ah..."

Gradually, the spiteful voice became quieter, until finally disappeared without a trace.

Han Daqin turned over and saw that the hanged ghost was gone, leaving only a spot of black powder.

"Huh!" He closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

The secretary was late, and at a glance she saw Duan Congyan who was half kneeling on the ground, holding her right wrist, and a pale face. She exclaimed: "General manager."

She hurried forward to help Duan Congyan from the ground: "How are you?"

"It's okay, it's just that the wrist was twisted." Duan Congyan gasped slightly.

"I'll take you to the hospital." The secretary said quickly.

"Ok."

When Meng Zezhi arrived, Duan Congyan and his party just came out of the hospital.

"Uncle Xie!" Seeing Meng Zezhi, Han Daqin just came back to his senses, remembering that he had escaped from the dead again, and his eyes were red.

"Sorry, I blamed me for failing to think about it. It frightened you." Meng Zezhi apologized. Of course, this was mainly for Duan Congyan.

Duan Congyan was on a business trip two days ago, and when he returned to the capital this morning, Meng Zezhi never had the opportunity to deliver the amulet to him. Unexpectedly, because of this omission, Duan Congyan had an accident.

"I should be blamed. The ghost was originally directed at me. I brought him to Cong Yan's office..." Han Daqin said embarrassedly.

"It's okay, it's a blessing, not a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided." Although Duan Congyan had lingering fears, he also knew that Han Daqin came to him for his sake.

"Li Wenhuan is a lunatic, not afraid of 10,000, just in case, for your safety, you should stay at home during this period of time." Meng Zezhi suggested.

"Okay." Duan Congyan responded.

"Uncle Xie, or else, I will move to your place too." After such an experience, Han Daqin didn't dare to raise the issue of the country anymore.

"Also."

The author has something to say:

Mouhai: Son, if you don't get hurt, you won't be able to play emotional scenes!

Duan Congyan:...