After resting and rectifying at home for several days, Murong Cao finally got a little energetic. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

All the chores in the studio are naturally taken care of by Yang Muqing alone.

On this day, Murong Cao was finally willing to move to the studio, and Yang Muqing saw that she was still wilting, and proposed to take her to the night market to eat barbecue.

The night market has always been bustling, and it is a place where the quiet Yang Muqing rarely sets foot in it, and Murong Cao has never been embarrassed to force him too much, this time it is rare for him to take the initiative to mention it, she suddenly returned to the state of fighting chicken blood, grabbed his hand and was about to rush out, for fear that he would regret it.

Yang Muqing saw that she looked like a greedy cat, and her mood suddenly changed for some reason, and she even felt that she could write off her own squeezing in the past few days.

Today, they all happened to be wearing white shirts and jeans, and the styles were somewhat similar, and at first glance, they looked quite like couple clothes.

The night market is actually not far away, and the two of them walked for about ten minutes to arrive.

Murong Cao's eating habits are a little special, no matter how much he likes to eat, he is not very good at repeating it, and he especially likes to try new things, so after choosing a barbecue stall to sit down, Yang Muqing only said lightly to the boss: "Let's have the same." ”

The owner of the barbecue stall was stunned for a long time, thinking that he had heard it wrong, but seeing that the beautiful woman who was walking with him had no objection, he smiled and nodded again and again, only to know that he was not joking.

"Boss, be spicy." Murong Cao added sweetly.

"Okay!" The barbecue stall owner laughed when he heard this.

"I haven't been to the studio for the past few days, have those two ghosts been dealt with?" Murong Cao was looking forward to the food, and his mind finally returned to work.

"Hmm." Yang Muqing seemed a little careless, looking around at the crowd around him from time to time.

It's not yet the best time for the night market, so there aren't many people at this barbecue stall, except for the two of them, only a middle-aged man sits at a small table inside, and there is a plate of mutton skewers in front of him, which has all been cold, but he doesn't care, just drinking alcohol, his hair is unkempt, and he can't see his face clearly.

"I remember you said you couldn't destroy ghosts? The gourd only has the effect of suppression. Murong Cao wondered.

"I can't, my master can." Yang Muqing smiled coldly.

"So your master is here too! Why don't you make referrals? "Murong Cao really hadn't heard Li Hang talk about this.

"He doesn't like people, he just likes to deal with ghosts." Yang Muqing replied lightly.

"Hehe, forget it." Murong Cao smiled awkwardly.

After a while, a batch of fragrant and oily barbecue skewers were already on the table, and Yang Muqing waited for Murong Cao to finish selecting them before casually picking them up and stuffing them into his mouth.

"Eating barbecue and drinking beer is a great joy in life, and I feel like I have no regrets about dying." Murong Cao shook his head and said, looking a little cute.

"Boss, add two cold beers." Yang Muqing could hear the meaning of her true words.

It turned out that the middle-aged man who was sitting quietly suddenly shook his hand when he heard the words "die without regrets", and the wine glass smashed on the ground.

The crisp sound provoked Murong Cao to look back at him, but he only saw his trembling back, standing up tremblingly, tilting left and right and walking forward.

"It's really not interesting for people to live."

She heard him mutter, in the most desperate, helpless, and helpless tone.

"What did you say? It's obviously very interesting to be alive. This person just doesn't know how to enjoy. The barbecue stall owner shook his head and smacked his mouth, walked over to the down-and-out guest's table, dipped his finger in saliva, and carefully counted the coins he had left on the table.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a violent noise in the street opposite, and the screeching sound of brakes scratched the eardrums of everyone present, and people were curious to peek in.

"It's a car accident, dead man!"

A trembling shout drowned out the rest of the noisy sounds of people and cars, opening up a moment of silence between heaven and earth.

After a moment of silence, the sound of people and vehicles began to boil again, and an encirclement was quickly formed around the accident site, layer upon layer, and the water could not be leaked.

"Let's go check it out, too."

Murong Cao couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart, although it was a pity that he hadn't finished eating the barbecue skewers, but at this time, watching the excitement should be put in the first place.

Yang Muqing frowned, and reluctantly followed her up, saying that it was not appropriate for him to go out today.

Where there are dead people, they are destined to live in peace, especially where they have just died, and they are destined to meet the dead.

There were a lot of idlers watching, and Murong Cao took the lead in squeezing to the front with his petite size.

Yang Muqing was afraid that something would happen to her, so she could only follow closely.

"Huh? It's him? ”

Lying in a pool of blood was actually a middle-aged man who had just drunk alcohol, he had an electric car that was about to fall apart, his messy hair was finally combed out of the blood a little smooth, revealing a sick appearance that had been devastated by life, half of his face had traces of wheels, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, there was a huge blood hole on his forehead, and there was still bright red liquid gushing out.

It was obvious that he was dead on the spot.

The helpless driver was grabbing his hair and making a phone call, one moment, one dial 120, one moment 110, and the next call to the insurance company.

His car was smashed into a large hole, bloodstained and shocking.

The people around were talking about it, but they could generally hear that it was saying that this drunk ran a red light on an electric car and hit the car, and he was looking for his own death and couldn't complain about others.

Murong Cao felt a little sad when he heard it, the person who was still alive just now, but in an instant, he turned into a lifeless corpse.

Just when she was sentimental, Yang Muqing's hand on her shoulder secretly tightened.

"It's different."

The middle-aged man's undead stood beside his corpse, and a sharp black shadow appeared behind it, and as a needle-like object stung in, the undead immediately turned into green smoke.

"His undead have been eaten by a drunken bee, and if he doesn't get rid of that drunken bee, he will die again."