The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

"Be afraid to stay by my side." Wei Yan turned his head and glanced back at him lightly.

There was a sharp coldness in his eyes, and it seemed a little unhappy. Before Zheng Quzhi had time to ask, there was a sharp cry in his ears.

It's the woman with red lips.

"Ooo, ooo hum ...... ...... What is hell," she cried out of breath, his face is delicate makeup smudging tears, looks quite awkward.

The expression on the face of the middle-aged man named Lao Wang was full of pain. He covered the back of his head with one hand, and leaned his back with the other, muttering in his mouth: "It hurts...how it hurts..."

Zheng Quzhi opened his mouth and didn't say anything. But Wei Yan was as straightforward as ever and said straightforwardly: "You have a missing piece in the back of your head and a hole in your back. Can you stuff your intestines on the ground back? Some affect the appearance of the city."

Hearing this, Pharaoh's movements stopped, and then there was fear on his face, tears slid from his small eyes, a man so stout, crying even more sad than a woman with red lips: "Uuuuuuuu... ...I don't want to die yet..."

The maid also cried with her. Her small face was full of childishness. She seemed to be a student who had just graduated from college or was still in college. She was crying like a hamster, holding her knees alone, and making a small voice. The small ones are pitiful.

Zhuzhu didn't cry. She stared at Zheng Quzhi with her big eyes for a long while, and then stepped her short legs to the side of Zheng Quzhi's legs, and relied on holding Zheng Quzhi's thighs. She said with a voice, "Uncle, I'm afraid!"

The most calm thing is the old man. There is no emotion in her muddy eyes, just sitting on the floor, looking at the corner with empty eyes, without speaking.

It took about five minutes before Wei Yan said, "Be quiet."

The cry stopped instantly, and several people raised their heads at the same time, all looking at Wei Yan. Gradually, light appeared in their eyes.

Wei Yan looked at Zheng Quzhi, Zheng Quzhi knew immediately, and told the general situation shortly.

The woman with red lips reacted first and quickly wiped her face clean, showing a shy smile: "Then are you here to save us?"

The speed of his face change was staggering. Zheng Quzhi touched his nose and glanced at Wei Yan secretly. After seeing his indifferent and unmoving appearance, he couldn't help but tsk.

It really is the flower of kaolin.

Women with red lips are very good-looking and have a very good body. A red dress fully showed her advantages. Zheng Quzhi glanced away from the woman's chest with red lips.

Damn, even he was a little bit distracted, and only a big guy like Wei Yan could ignore it.

"Two of the five of you are dead." Wei Yan narrated in a calm tone, and his gaze swept across Zhuzhu who was holding Zheng Quzhi's thigh.

As soon as Wei Yan's relentless words fell, everyone except Zhuzhu changed their faces. The old man looked the weirdest. After hearing these words, he even slowly raised a smile: "It's so good..."

With the old voice expecting death, the old man raised his wrinkled face and looked at Wei Yan sitting on the sofa: "Sir, I must be the one who died, right?"

Wei Yan ignored her, but turned his head to Zheng Quzhi and asked, "Who do you want to be with us tonight?"

Zheng Quzhi was quite dissatisfied with Wei Yan's way of throwing the problem to himself, but the five pairs of eyes looked at him following Wei Yan's words, he swallowed, and frowned tangledly.

After taking a closer look at those people, Zheng Quzhi only felt that his head was about to explode.

"Can't choose?" Wei Yan retracted his gaze, moved his fingers, and finally turned around and pointed randomly, "Then you."

Zheng Quzhi followed Wei Yan's slender fingers and looked over, and when he saw the maid's stunned face, he knew instantly.

Wei Yan... I originally liked this pure female college student...

The woman with red lips was also shocked, as if she couldn't understand why she was not chosen by this good-looking man. She crashed instantly and crawled towards the cold man: "Sir...help me...I can give you everything!!"

She hugged Wei Yan's leg, and she kept rubbing against his leg, her face full of enchanting.

Zheng Quzhi coughed slightly and looked up at the sky.

"Others, go back to your own room." Wei Yan kicked the woman with red lips, with a rare expression of disgust on his face. His voice was more indifferent than ever: "I hate outsiders' touch. I'm farther away."

After speaking, look at Zheng Quzhi.

Zheng Quzhi got up from the sofa in a hurry, after thinking about it, he helped the maid who was holding her knees up again, and explained: "The devil let us choose one of the five of you to stay together for one night. If it is the living, then It’s all safe. If it’s the dead, it’s very troublesome."

"Then those of us who weren't selected by you and stayed alone?" the old Wang stopped crying suddenly asked.

Hearing this, Zheng Quzhi had a pause and looked at Wei Yan subconsciously.

"Tell you what can you change?" Wei Yan glanced at others indifferently, "Anyway, the living is still the living, and the dead are still the dead."

After speaking, he looked at the maid coldly: "Go to your room."

The maid was frightened by Wei Yan's indifference, and she shrank towards Zheng Quzhi, with tears in her eyes again.

Zheng Quzhi was a little frustrated when he saw this, but this image looked very much like Jolly. At the beginning, Jolly was also very pitiful, but it was a pity...

Thinking of this, Zheng Quzhi's movements became stiff.

Isn't this maid also bad? ? ?

If the maid is the living, the other living is in danger. But if the maid is dead, then he and Wei Yan are in danger.

Thinking of this, Zheng Quzhi stopped and grabbed Wei Yan who was walking forward, with some seriousness in his tone: "Mr. Wei, don't choose people so casually, right?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Yan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Whatever?"

Zheng Quzhi's face was firm, and he pushed the maid to the other side, apologizing: "I'm sorry, we have to think about it again."

The maid was taken aback, tears fell in her eyes again, crying silently.

Zheng Quzhi's hardened heart softened a bit, and he quickly calmed down: "Don't worry, we will try our best to protect you."

Wei Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, crossed Zheng Quzhi to sit back to his previous position, glanced at the five people, and his thin lips opened slightly: "Zheng Quzhi, what is your ability to protect others?"

As soon as the voice fell, Zheng Quzhi's face flushed. He wanted to cover up and said loudly: "Not now, it will be possible in the future!"

The indifference on Jun Lang's delicate face became even more unconcealed. At the beginning, Wei Yan said impatiently, "Quickly choose."

Hearing Wei Yan's acquiescence, Zheng Quzhi gained some confidence and said to the five people: "What evidence do you have to prove that you are a living?"