If anyone else can see these two quarrelsome people, they will find that they are just two phantoms, except that both of them have no feet, entangled from the waist down, one shadow is Zheng Dong's appearance, with a languid expression, and the other is a little white fat man like a child of four or five years old.

"It should not be far from your body, we have to find a body quickly, or we will be scattered, and leave quickly."

Although the tone of the little fat man's voice was milky, it was extremely domineering, and Zheng Dong was not allowed to argue.

"Who the hell are you?" Zheng Dong looked at him helplessly and asked weakly.

The little fat man has been entangled with him for a long time, they have changed several hosts together, the hosts are all travelers, and they finally came to Huaxia, the little fat man dragged him to choose a host, and ignored Zheng Dong at all, Zheng Dong wanted to ask him, but the little fat man basically ignored him.

Zheng Dong tried to recall the situation at that time, he remembered that after the rapid breakthrough, there was a flood of power, scurrying around in his body violently, looking for an outlet for catharsis, until he tore open Mostima's body with both hands, he completely calmed down, and then fell unconscious, and when he woke up again, he found himself a little fluttering, that messy battlefield, several familiar faces, standing there with a sad and dazed look, it was several regiment commanders under him, he shouted the name of one of them, but no one responded, Other passers-by also ignored him.

He wanted to talk to someone, he was about to take a step forward, and was suddenly pulled back, he looked back, a little white fat man with an angry face, to be exact, a shadow, subconsciously retreated, but he couldn't move, his eyes swept down, the lower half of his body had no legs, just a looming shadow like smoke, and he was actually entangled with this little white fat man, is he dead or out of body, out of body is just a soul, how can he still be connected with this fat doll.

Before he could speak, the little fat man suddenly said, "Listen to me, go quickly." ”

Although the voice was immature, the tone was very tough, the little fat man who was less than one meter tall drifted forward by himself, dragging Zheng Dong and pounced on a wounded soldier on a stretcher, Zheng Dong just felt that he had entered a small space inside this person's body, and he was very depressed, but fortunately he didn't stay long, after arriving at the hospital, the little fat man took him to change a businessman who was discharged from the hospital, and several people were changed one after another on the way, and he came to this young man who came to Zhao Xindong.

After choosing this host, the little fat man began to sleep, and it was not until Zhao Xindong died here today that he woke up, jumping his little feet and looking very angry, he said fiercely: "Do you see their appearance clearly? ”

Zheng Dong was silent, he was fed up with the little fat man's arrogance and didn't want to deal with him.

"Dare to be angry!" He stared at him with big, round eyes.

"Alas------" didn't wait for the little fat man's slap, Zheng Dong looked at him with some doubts.

"We'll fuse."

"What?" Zheng Dong suddenly straightened up his upper body and fused with this tyrannical kid, which was more uncomfortable than killing him, he stammered nervously: "Why, why?" ”

"When we take possession of another person's body, we have to bear his cause and effect." He glanced at Zhao Xindong, who was lying in a pool of blood.

"What cause and effect?"

"To put it simply, if you run into someone's yard and eat peaches from someone's tree without permission, you have to pay." The little fat man began to look around impatiently.

"I don't really understand, what does this have to do with us coming together?"

"If we don't solve his problem, we won't be able to occupy the next person's body, including yours, and it won't be long before we'll be floating, and soon we'll dissipate, if not fused together."

The little fat man's words made Zheng Dong serious, "Is this true? ”

"Yes, the soul is gone." The little fat man said word by word.

"I can see clearly the person who killed Zhao Xindong and know where he works."

"Kill him." The little fat man's expression of gritting his teeth was a bit ridiculous.

Zheng Dong couldn't laugh, afraid that he would really merge with this monster, and he would not become a shemale when the time came!

"Let's go back to that person's body first." The little fat man couldn't help but say that he took Zheng Dong back to Zhao Xindong's corpse.

Soon after, a woman from the night shift screamed, and the bloody scene made her voice loud and loud, and the people in the restaurant who were closing came out to see what was going on, followed by an ambulance and a police car.

Zhao Xindong's body farewell party was held in the funeral home a few days later, the only relative is his grandmother, who lives by scavenging, the old man finally raised him, he was very competitive, and was admitted to Xijing University, and Zheng Dong and the Lu sisters are alumni, one year lower than them, in order to reduce the burden of his grandmother and earn some tuition, he worked in a restaurant at night, and died of a fatal death, but he was pitiful for the old man The white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and he was destined to be lonely and old.

The mourning hall is in the only bungalow, the courtyard seems to be a passage that has just been cleared, on both sides are piles of waste items, the old man sits alone on a stool in the room, the table is placed on the portrait of Zhao Xindong, and a bowl is a few pieces of incense ash.

Her eyes were staring at the honest smiling face in the black and white frame, tears had long since disappeared from her eyes, and her wrinkled hands clutched a worn-out towel tightly. The people in the mourning hall came and went, but the old man was indifferent, and several young people were responsible for taking care of everything, and those who came to mourn should be Zhao Xindong's classmates.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, a group of people suddenly entered the door, seeing the people, Zheng Dong almost screamed, it was no one else, it was Professor Wang of the Department of Archaeology, he brought a group of students to mourn, after they had incense, talking about funeral matters, Zheng Dong knew that the funeral expenses were all donated by his brothers and paid by the school.

"Old man, mourning, you take a break, I'll ask the classmates in the new building to help take care of it."

The old man was indifferent, Professor Wang lifted his glasses, wiped the corners of his eyes, and said to the students behind him with red eyes: "Students, everyone knows Zhao Xindong's family situation, and the first batch of students on duty today have worked hard. ”

"Professor Wang, go back, you've been here for the past two days, you're too tired, we can go on top."

This voice was too familiar, and Zheng Dong happily shouted: "Fatty, fat, Du Haiming!" ”

But Du Haiming didn't seem to hear his words at all, and continued to talk to Professor Wang.

"He can't hear you shouting through your throat." The little white fat man laughed on the side.

"He's my brother-in-law, if he can bring me over, we can go back!" Zheng Dong gave him a blank look.

"Oh." The little white fat man's eyes widened.