Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Nonsense, do you still need to remind me!"

The eldest sister, Dafang Yuxin, rolled her eyes at Zhang Ya and hugged her chest impatiently, "Yes, she is dead, but death doesn't mean she really left!"

She said, her eyes lowered suddenly, "Maybe it's a special relationship with my physique. Although I can't see it, I can really feel her presence."

"……what?"

Hearing this, Zhang Ya couldn't help but feel even more frightened, her eyes swaying frantically.

Xiang Xing died, but did not leave.

Then, why does she still stay on campus? !

The girl suddenly remembered the strange things that had happened recently, paused, and shrank her pupils.

Difficult, could it be that she stayed here on purpose to deal with herself...

Just thinking about it, Zhang Ya felt that her legs were softening, and she couldn't help staggering.

The little sisters on the side quickly supported her: "Sister Ya!"

"call……"

Zhang Ya took a deep breath, and after a while, she recovered and calmed down.

Biting his lower lip, he couldn't help but continue to ask Fang Yuxin, "Then, Senior Sister, what should we do now??"

You can't just sit still like this, can you? !

But, if that's the case, the other party is a ghost...

Ordinary people like them who know nothing, what else can they do!

"...Look at how scared you are!"

Seeing Zhang Ya shivering, Fang Yuxin couldn't help but sneered in disgust, her eyes staring.

"Since it's ghosts, let's catch ghosts!"

She smiled, her face full of pride.

"You senior, I happen to know a ghost hunter. I asked him for advice last night, and he said he would come over tonight and take a look for us."

"Master, he is proficient in Maoshan Taoism, can take objects from the air, reincarnate in dirty soil, and his spiritual power is extremely strong... In front of him, those things that are not human will definitely be invisible."

Fang Yuxin said more and more, and blew the master in her mouth into hype.

"This……"

But when a group of girls heard the words, they still looked at each other in disbelief, "Does this work?"

I don't know why, they heard Fang Yuxin's words, as if they were talking about a money-cheating gangster.

"...Whether it works, I won't know at night!"

Fang Yuxin was running out of patience, she snorted coldly, rolled her eyes, and walked out.

"Anyway, I'll come over at night to find out."

...

Looking at the back of the group of people leaving, Xiang Xing, who was wandering behind the pillars in the corridor, couldn't help sticking out his tongue to a few people silently, making a real grimace.

After a while, she pursed her pink lips and frowned slightly.

Well, although that magic stick, it does sound unreliable.

But she still couldn't care less.

Thinking about it, the little guy pinched his fingers.

Today, on Thursday, Zhong Lixun will not be here at night.

——Then she should find a place to hide first.

After thinking about it, Xiang Xing floated up and into the music classroom.

She got under the piano, pulled out a very thin gold wire from the legs of the piano, and then yanked it violently.

Suddenly, on the four walls of the entire piano room, a whole piece of gold wire mesh with a strange weaving method suddenly appeared.

At the same time, all entrances and exits to the piano room were sealed.

After arranging all this, the little guy heaved a sigh of relief and sat on the piano stand dangling his little feet.

This is the umbrella that Zhong Lixun got her.

She believed that his little master's technique would definitely be more powerful than that magic stick.

Um!