A delicate and thin teenager, looking at the clothes and dresses on his body, should be a junior high school student, now holding his schoolbag tightly, shrinking in the corner, he looked around, as if in a panic, pretending to be calm, his body was scarred, and he seemed to have suffered a lot.

His blood seems to have a kind of honey attraction to ghosts, and now the ghosts around him are gathering around him, but they don't dare to rush forward, because at this moment, whoever steps forward will be torn apart by other ghosts.

"Grass, I'm not afraid of you!" The young man roared again, looking more like he was strengthening his courage, his eyes were red and he looked at the ghosts gathered around him, and directly bit his middle finger fiercely, and then quickly drew a lame spell with blood in his palm, which seemed to be used to exorcise ghosts.

Shen Meng looked at it, but felt a little interesting, since she couldn't contact 999, she wasn't in a hurry, anyway, 999 wasn't afraid of death, what was she afraid of, how could a person who didn't even have her past care about her life and death.

"Get out of here!" The boy raised the spell drawn with blood in his hand, this thing seemed to be somewhat useful, and the ghosts around him all took a step back, with a faint fear in their eyes, and the boy looked at these ghosts, with disgust and hatred in his eyes.

It was precisely because these ghosts took a step back that Shen Meng was vacated, she didn't feel much about the things drawn by the young man's palm, except for feeling a little uncomfortable, and now Shen Meng stayed in place very abruptly.

One person and one ghost, big eyes to small eyes.

It was probably the first time the boy had encountered this situation, a little panic flashed in his eyes, and he subconsciously glanced at his palm, thinking that he had not drawn well.

"Oh, boy, you can see me." Shen Meng looked at the young man in front of him, floated directly in front of the other party, squatted in front of the young man with his cheeks back, blinked his eyes, smiled at the other party's Yingying, and tilted his head.

Originally, Shen Meng wanted to show his friendliness and harmlessness, but he bent his head to the side like this, and his head fell down with a gurgling.

"......" Shen Meng.

"......" teenagers.

The head rolled directly to the young man's feet, and the atmosphere was a little stagnant and awkward for a while.

"Ahem, excuse me, pick up my head for me." Shen Meng then spoke, she was able to adapt quickly, and quickly entered the state of her current identity, a Piao, a Piao who would lose her head if she was not careful.

The young man looked at Shen Meng suspiciously, and finally lowered his head to pick up Shen Meng's head, he deliberately touched Shen Meng's head with his hand that had drawn a charm, and the corner of his eye was Shen Meng's reaction, but Shen Meng didn't seem to react at all.

It's just a natural way to take her head over and install it herself.

Shen Meng also hinted at the person in front of him, although there was no 999 this time, but according to previous experience, he generally crossed into this world and saw the first person, and it was a more special and miserable person, that is, the male protagonist.

After all, every male protagonist has a tragic past and a tragic childhood.

The person in front of him is likely to be the male protagonist.

"You smell so good." Shen Meng couldn't help but sigh.