Ling Guang held a yellowish rune paper with intricate red patterns painted on it between his fingers, and he held a peachwood sword in front of him, chanting words on his lips, "The soldiers are all arrayed in front, and they are as urgent as the law-"

The rune paper was thrown out violently, and it galloped away, imprinting a ghost's back.

Poor little ghost thought that Ling Guangdao was not high, so he despised it, but he didn't expect it to be planted in his hands.

Ling Guang put the little ghost in the Qiankun bag and couldn't help but laugh.

Today is the final deadline, and tomorrow is the annual intermediate exam, I gave up, but I still unwillingly came out to try my luck, I didn't think that this could also be encountered, and I have to sigh, the world is still very beautiful.

Well, it's eighty-one, and it's up to the standard of an intermediate soul slayer.

Ling Guang couldn't help but get proud, humming an out-of-tune tune, driving his little broken car, and driving home in a good mood.

In a good mood, the speed of the car couldn't help but speed up, at this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out next to him, and it was about to collide, Ling Guang slammed on the brakes, forcing the car to stop.

When the car stopped, the figure in front of it suddenly disappeared.

Ling Guang broke out in a cold sweat, and his fingers couldn't help but tremble.

Bumped into someone?

Did you hit someone?

Probably not, right?

It's a ghost, right? Hit a ghost, right?

He was very apprehensive in his heart, and he very much hoped that he had bumped into a ghost.

In their line of work, it's better to hit ghosts than people.

Ling Guang calmed down, but still opened the car door hard, and when he came to the front of the car, he saw a man lying in front of his car and sleeping, without the intention of getting up.

Hey, hey, hey—

This is porcelain, right?

Definitely!

Ling Guang took a step back, looked around and tried to run, but was suddenly grabbed by the ankle.

Ling Guang screamed violently.

He steadied his breath, looked down at the half-dead man, squatted down and pushed him, "Hey, are you okay?" Do you want an ambulance? After a pause, he couldn't help but say, "You bumped into it yourself, and it has nothing to do with me, I think you should understand, right?" ”

After pushing for a long time and screaming for a long time, people just didn't react at all, just grabbed the strength of their ankles, and there was no trace of loosening at all.

Ling Guang couldn't help but scratch his hair, a little impatient, "Hey, you're not dead, so squeak." ”

Ling Guang patted his face, found that his cheeks were hot, thought it was a fever, leaned over to take a closer look, and smelled a burst of alcohol.

It turned out to be an alcoholic.

Damn, it's really happy and sad.

He stood up, gritted his teeth and pulled his feet away, and without further hesitation, opened the door and started the car, ready to run.

At this moment, a figure suddenly jumped up in front of him, opened the car door without hesitation, threw himself in the back seat, and closed the car door, all in one go.

Ling Guang instantly recovered from his sluggishness, and when he turned around, he couldn't help but shout, "What are you doing?" ”

The man rolled over and snorted drunkenly, "You hit me, you are responsible." ”

Charge?

Take responsibility for your paralysis.

Ling Guang said with a black line on his face, "You bumped into it yourself, right?" It's my! ”

The man didn't want him, Ling Guang resigned himself to driving, "Then I'll take you to the hospital and help you do a full body examination." ”

"Don't go to the hospital, you take me to the hospital, I'll call the police."

it!

Ling Guang screamed frantically, "I didn't bump into you, you bumped into it yourself, and it has nothing to do with me, why should I be responsible?" ”

"It's noisy!"

“……”