The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Unfortunately, the man is dead. Then the surrounding scenes suddenly changed. In a blink of an eye, he stood on the street again, and the pork shop was next to him.

Suddenly the wind blew and rustled.

Zheng Quzhi glanced around in a daze, and looked at Wei Yan dumbfounded: "Are we out of a man's illusion?"

Wei Yan nodded, looking at Zheng Quzhi with complicated eyes. After a long silence, he asked in a dumb voice, "Did you hear a man talking to you?"

Just now, he kept watching. I saw Zheng Quzhi squatting down in front of the man, seeing the movement of his ears close to listening, and the expression of his eyes widening because of what he heard.

"Well, didn't you hear?" Zheng Quzhi was a little surprised when he heard the words. Although the man spoke intermittently and could not make a sentence, he could still hear the voice.

Wei Yan's eyes darkened, lowered his head, and whispered back: "I heard it."

That is a corpse wish.

After all, he let Zheng Quzhi gradually embark on this path...

Seeing that Wei Yan was in a bad mood, Zheng Quzhi suddenly became nervous: "What? Is it bad to hear that voice?"

He remembered that when he was a child, when an old man scared him by telling a ghost story, he heard the voice of a ghost, then went to take care of it, and finally was surrounded by evil ghosts.

"No." Wei Yan suppressed his inner emotions, reached out and touched Zheng Quzhi's furry head, warmly said: "Very good."

It still has to be so.

"Chen Chen, Zhizhi?" The woman's doubtful voice sounded.

Zheng Qu knew the tiger's body was shaken, and quickly tilted his head to look. I saw the woman standing at the door of the pork shop, carrying a bag of meat in her hand, looking at them with astonishment.

"She doesn't know what happened in the man's illusion." Wei Yan whispered.

Zheng Quzhi nodded, his horror was still hard to hide in the eyes of the woman. The woman suddenly stopped, as if hurt by Zheng Quzhi's eyes, her lips moved, "Zhizhi, what's the matter? Why do you look at your mother like this?"

Wei Yan stretched out his hand and pushed Zheng Quzhi's head into his arms. Without changing his face, he said, "You are wrong."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Quzhi twitched his mouth first. Can such a reason deceive people?

"Ah..." The woman nodded, in a daze: "I read it wrong..."

After a long while, she walked to them and said softly: "Go home...Go home..."

With that, he stretched out his hand towards them.

Wei Yan did not hesitate and stretched out his hand to let her hold him, while he held Zheng Quzhi tightly, and continued to follow the woman towards home.

When I got home, the woman was still the same as before. Zheng Quzhi and Wei Yan held their clothes and squeezed into the bathroom together. Zheng Quzhi was silent for a long time before asking: "Are the corpses of the father and son still underneath? Can we still go to his house to take something away?"

"No." Wei Yan gradually raised his eyes, put his shirt off on the small bench, and asked by the way: "Will you take it off?"

Zheng Quzhi couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or what. He pondered for a long while, and saw Wei Yan waiting naked for him, so he quickly took off his school uniform and stood with Wei Yan.

With hot water sprinkled from the shower head, Zheng Quzhi breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly feeling like he was in a big bathhouse. When he was a child, Lian Liankan didn't like to go back to his own house, so after meeting him, he would hang out with him for three days and even take a bath at his house.

After going out, the woman locked them in the storage room again.

Zheng Quzhi took out the lighter in his car, and the little light came on. He said to Wei Yan, "Wei Yan, nothing will happen tonight, right? Should I go to bed early tonight?"

Today is really tired.

Wei Yan habitually reached out to probe Zheng Quzhi's hand, but he avoided him as soon as he touched the back of his hand. Wei Yan was taken aback, raising his eyes to look at Zheng Quzhi.

Zheng Quzhi gave a light cough, and hid aside: "Let's go."

Upon seeing this, Wei Yan lowered his head. After a long silence, he raised his eyes. There was no trace of emotion in his calm eyes. A low, calm voice sounded slowly: "Are you angry with me?"

This sudden question made Zheng Quzhi startled, and then quickly shook his head to retort: ​​"No."

Wei Yan's brows furrowed even tighter. He didn't want any misunderstanding between himself and Zheng Quzhi, so he couldn't help but pulled Zheng Quzhi's arm tightly, and his voice sank a few degrees: "You reject me? Don't like me? Or? Where did I upset you?"

These three consecutive questions made Zheng Quzhi almost stunned, thinking that Wei Yan really didn't mess with him. Although there were several close contacts with Wei Yan, they all had a reason. Finally came to the conclusion: he is too hypocritical.

Wei Yan didn't say anything, he didn't care about it, but he was just like a woman.

Thinking like this, Wei Yan suddenly let go of him.

Zheng Quzhi condensed himself, reaching out to hook Wei Yan's neck, still saying, "No, no, I like you."

As soon as the voice fell, his feet slipped suddenly, and he fell to the ground with a thump before he could react. A painful and numb sensation came from the tail bone. Zheng Qu knew his nose was sore, and his eyes became uncontrollably moist.

The lighter didn't know where it fell. Zheng Quzhi was so painful that he couldn't breathe for a while, so he stretched out a hand to probe where Wei Yan was just standing, and said: "Wei Yan...I..."

Before he could say a complete sentence, he felt Wei Yan stretched his hand through his armpit, then suddenly vacated, unexpectedly being hugged by the **** princess.

"Then what..." Zheng Quzhi hooked Wei Yan's neck homeopathically, smelling the good smell of medicine on Wei Yan's body, and opened his mouth: "This posture is not good, you should carry me."

Wei Yan paused and didn't change his posture. After arriving on the bed, he carefully turned Zheng Quzhi over and put it on the bed. Zheng Quzhi leaned his hand behind him, touched his butt, and his face was crying: "My **** tail vertebra will be broken!"

While grinning, a slightly cool hand suddenly covered the back of his hand. Wei Yan's calm voice sounded in the darkness: "It's okay, there is a lot of flesh on the buttocks, and the bones won't break."

Zheng Quzhi: "..."

The reason is so right, but why does it feel weird to hear such words from Wei Yan?

When he moved the hand, he resisted the sore sensation of the thieves, and said weakly, "Take your salty pig hands away!"

Wei Yan frowned and retracted his hand, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at the ground. After a long silence, he found his own voice: "Are you okay? Can you still move?"

Hearing that, Zheng Quzhi twisted his **** a few times, and it still hurts, but it was a little sore, but it was not a major problem, so he groaned: "It is still possible to escape."

Wei Yan stretched his eyebrows slightly, glanced at the place where Zheng Quzhi had slipped just now, and there was a coldness in his eyes. After a long silence, he stretched out his hand in relief and patted Zheng Quzhi on the shoulder: "Go to bed early."