The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Zheng Quzhi twitched his mouth, weakly leaning against Wei Yan, and said speechlessly: "I'm really tired of seeing it. Why does this woman have such a big obsession with meat cutting and neck cutting?"

"It's going to be long in the future, you can see all kinds of obsessions." Wei Yan looked at Zheng Quzhi for unknown reasons, and said suddenly.

Zheng Quzhi took a few deep breaths and did not respond to Wei Yan's words. He understood, but he didn't want to understand. Sometimes, some things should not be seen so openly. Appropriate confusion may make people live more comfortable.

The surrounding scene changed again, and the sky turned around.

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"Uncle Zheng?" Luo Xintong shook his chubby hand over Zheng Quzhi's face, "Have you recovered?"

Wei Yan opened his eyes abruptly and stared straight at the ceiling for a long while, until the people around him moved, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat up blankly.

"Um..." Zheng Quzhi still closed his eyes, his hand was already raised and stopped at the temple. The pain in the temple was so severe that Zheng Quzhi opened his eyes and looked away after seeing Luo Xintong's face for a while.

"Uncle Zheng, how did it feel to leave the soul for the first time!" Luo Xingtong smiled and looked at Zheng Quzhi while propping his head.

Zheng Quzhi slapped Luo Xintong's face away, sat up slowly, and tilted his head to look at Wei Yan. Seeing Wei Yan's face pale, he couldn't help but said, "Is it all right?"

After speaking, I realized that my throat was sore, and my voice was a little dumb. He couldn't help but froze, and subconsciously touched his neck.

A cool piece.

Looking at his fingers again, he could not help but breathe in a cold breath after seeing blood on his fingertips: "If you get hurt inside, will you get hurt outside?"

"That's natural!" Zhuzhu nodded, adding knowledge to Zheng Qu: "Sometimes, soul injuries can cause more damage to the body, so try not to get hurt in the illusion!"

Hearing this, Zheng Quzhi's expression changed and he hurriedly got out of bed in a panic. There was also some pain in his feet. He didn't have time to pay attention to it, but just looked for a mirror from the room.

Unexpectedly, the injury on the chin did not show much mark, only a faint scar that was not easily noticeable.

"Huh?" He put down the mirror and said to himself, "The injury on my chin is heavier than the neck, right?"

In the illusion, a lot of blood shed when the chin knocked, and the wound on the neck was only a faint blood stain...

Why is the injury on the chin not obvious now?

He hurriedly took out the medicine box and treated the wound briefly for himself.

"You go out." Wei Yan glanced at Luo Xintong and Zhuzhu who were curious, and said coldly.

Luo Xintong had to suppress those doubts and pulled Zhuzhu out of the window without saying a word.

Finally couldn't help but sneezed again, Wei Yan took the thin blanket on the bed to cover himself, and said dullly, "Zheng Quzhi, take out the lychees."

Zheng Quzhi turned his head and suddenly saw Wei Yan hiding in the thin blanket. He didn't know what it was like for a while. I want to laugh a little, but also a little baffling.

"What's wrong?" He saw an extra bag of lychees on the table at a glance. It looks quite fresh, and I don't know who brought it here.

There was another sneeze with some depression.

Zheng Quzhi was startled, and then he understood: "Are you allergic to lychee?"

He heard that he is allergic to seafood, but this is the first time he has heard of it.

"Yeah." Wei Yan sneezed again and responded with a nasal sound.

Upon seeing this, Zheng Qu knew not to delay, and quickly picked up the bag of lychees and walked out. However, before taking a few steps, my feet suddenly softened and my eyes turned black.

He quickly held the table, and then gritted his teeth for a while and continued to walk outside. It seems that the influence of soul entry on the body is still great. He is all uncomfortable now, feeling very strange, as if his soul is not suitable for his body.

A bag of lychees is not always easy to throw away. Zheng Quzhi ran directly to Lian Liankan's room, knocked on the door decently, then pushed the door and walked in: "Aunt Lian, I'll give you..."

The sound stopped abruptly. Looking at the two people on the bed, Zheng Quzhi's smile stiffened, and he closed the door subconsciously.

Within a few seconds, the door was opened again from the inside. Even Lian Kan’s sulky blond hair was messed up, and the clothes were hung on her body irregularly. The two people looked at each other for a moment, and Zheng Quzhi reached out and patted. Lian Liankan's shoulder: "Aunt Lian! It's awesome..."

"Listen to me to explain." Lian Liankan's essence of drama came up, "It's not what you see, she and I are just practicing yoga..."

Zheng Quzhi rolled his eyes, remembering that Wei Yan was still in the room, so he stuffed the lychees into Lian Liankan's arms, too lazy to play with him, and said straightforwardly: "Don't move and put people to sleep. Think about it first. You are asleep." Will she be responsible for her? If you think about it and still want to sleep, then make an appointment to have a meal together..."

Lian Liankan's face rarely blushed, and he quickly interrupted Zheng Quzhi: "Neither sleep nor sleep...I was just a ghost. Hey? Why did you give me the litchi? I gave it to you!"

"Have you been to my room?" Zheng Quzhi paused, "I didn't see anything?"

"What can I see?" Liankan rolled his eyes, "I didn't come out for breakfast. I thought something major had happened. When you came in, you and Mr. Wei were lying upright, sleeping like a pig... "

Zheng Quzhi was silent and waved his hand: "I'm leaving, go and serve your beauty!"

Although I didn't see the face, I felt that she should be a beautiful woman. If it weren't for a beautiful woman, even Lian Kan would have looked down upon...

On the way back, Zheng Quzhi was a little melancholy. The brother who grew up wearing a pair of pants actually has a girlfriend, and he is still a bachelor in Wannian...

After returning to the room, Zheng Quzhi was still thinking about life seriously, causing Wei Yan to look at him a few more times. Finally, wrapped in a quilt, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Wei Yan, I'm twenty-four." Zheng Quzhi pondered his words, "Is it time to think about finding a wife?"

Hearing this, Wei Yan's face was startled, and then a coldness flashed across his eyes. He concealed his emotions, averted his sight and bluntly replied, "Twenty-four is not old."

"Twenty-four is not an old man, just a mature man!" Zheng Quzhi nodded, "To tell you, I have been a bachelor for more than 20 years. I always feel that if I don't fall in love when I am young, my life is not satisfactory It's like..."

"Who do you like?" Wei Yan interrupted him with a cold face.

Zheng Quzhi choked and touched his nose embarrassedly: "It's not a fancy, it's just considering the scope." After a pause, he lowered his voice and asked, "What do you think of Wen Yi?"

He doesn't know many women, and the only ones closest to him are Weilu and Wen Yi. Guan Weilu is too cold, and he can't stand the air-conditioning all over her body, so she can only be warm...