"Drunken bees? What the hell is it? Murong Cao was puzzled. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Actually, you've summed it up in its entirety: ghosts, things." Yang Muqing rubbed his temples, and it was unlikely that Murong Cao would ignore this matter......

In short, a big trouble.

"Please speak human." The tragic situation was just around the corner, and Murong Cao was in no mood to joke anymore at this time.

"The drunken bee is a very difficult ghost, it is not made of a certain evil spirit, but an evil force that exists in the world, a parasite like a drug, once it is attracted to the subject, it will not stop until death. This kind of ghost has no original form, and it is almost impossible to completely destroy it. ”

Murong Cao was silent for a while and said, "I think it will be." ”

"Oh?" Yang Muqing glanced at her, although it was expected, she still confirmed again and again: "Looking at this person's dress and makeup, it is estimated that he is going to work in vain." ”

"It's been enough for us to eat and drink for months."

"There is no client."

"The client will be found, he will always have children or something, besides, who stipulates that there must be a client?"

Yes, she set the rules of the Spiritual Place.

"It's going to be dangerous." Yang Muqing has never exaggerated, since he said "very dangerous", it is definitely not something that can be easily dismissed.

"How sure are you?" Murong Cao asked rhetorically.

"Seventy percent." Yang Muqing replied honestly.

"Then let's do it, my little universe has begun to burn!" Murong Cao felt that he must have a collector's habit.

Yang Muqing lowered his head and stopped talking, Murong Cao understood what he meant by acquiescence, and he was immediately full of energy.

"But there is no client, in what capacity should we interfere in this matter?" Yang Muqing said matter-of-factly.

"Uh......" The flame that had just ignited in Murong Cao's eyes suddenly fainted, but after a while, it ignited again.

She smiled slyly and said, "What can stump me Murong Cao?" It's a little interesting. ”

Yang Muqing was noncommittal about this, he knew that Murong Cao always had some ways that others didn't have, and there weren't too many things he didn't dare to do.

In the Spiritual Place, anything is possible.

Two days later, at half past six in the morning, Yang Muqing was woken up by a knock on the door.

Yang Muqing turned over and wanted to continue sleeping, after all, there was nothing good about knocking on the door at this time.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, the mobile phone rang with great disobsession.

Yang Muqing pressed the phone, didn't even look at the call reminder, and opened the door with his eyes half-open.

There are a lot of contacts in his mobile phone, but Murong Cao's phone ringtone is ad hoc.

Sure enough, it was Murong Cao, who wore a black suit that she didn't usually like very much.

Murong Cao has always liked beautiful colors, and he has always been insensitive to dark colors.

"It's me, surprise!" Murong Cao grinned, and he didn't mean to be ashamed of disturbing other people's sleep.

"Remember to bring the key next time." Yang Muqing, who was not yet fully awake, looked very gentle and harmless, but his impatient tone had betrayed the unhappiness in his heart.

"Okay." Murong Cao responded with a smile, but he had already made up his mind in his heart that he would definitely not change his life.

"Going out?"

"Congratulations, you guessed it, we're going to pay our condolences today. The person who died in the car accident that day was called Wu Ruisong, an old neighbor of Li Hang's second cousin's aunt and uncle. ”

"......" Yang Muqing said in his heart, this relationship is too outrageous, and why is there Li Xuanhe in it no matter what happens......

Is it Murong Cao omnipotent, or Li Hang omnipotent?

"For breakfast, I want to eat dried pork noodles, add a poached egg, spicy, green onion and coriander, and don't put vinegar." Murong Cao took an ice cream from the refrigerator and sat down on the sofa, ordering without changing his face.

"Why don't you eat outside?" Yang Muqing didn't sleep enough, and she was really not in the mood to make her breakfast.

"Because you're going to make it better." Murong Cao looked flattering.

Yang Muqing accepted his fate, went back to the room to change out of his pajamas, and turned around and went into the kitchen.

Fifteen minutes later, a bowl of hot and fragrant noodles was served.

Murong Cao shouted and munched on it and asked hypocritically, "It's so delicious, why don't you eat it?" ”

"It's too early, I don't have an appetite, I can't eat." Yang Muqing dropped a sentence lightly and began to pack the things she wanted to bring with her when she went out.

This time, the opponent was not an ordinary ghost, and Yang Muqing didn't dare to treat it casually.

It's no wonder that Murong Cao came so early today, Wu Xiangsong's hometown is indeed far enough, he usually goes into the city to do odd jobs, he is not a local, his hometown is in a small mountain village in a neighboring county.

Yang Muqing drove for more than three hours before he finally found Wu Ruisong's house through the hand-drawn map like a ghost drawing by Murong Cao.

Fortunately, Murong Cao forced him to eat a few small breads on the way, otherwise he would get up angry and repeatedly find the wrong way, Yang Muqing didn't dare to guarantee how good-looking his face would be.

The mourning hall has already been built, the sparse green and yellow pine and cypress branches and delicate and light paper flowers will decorate the mourning hall is not so deserted, the elegy is full of regret, you can see the sincerity of the writer, and the horizontal criticism of "untimely death" seems slightly ironic, although Wu Ruisong died horizontally, and the age was only forty-seven years old, but it is not "young".

Yang Muqing saw the drunken bee swaggering on the coffin lid, like a well-fed obsessed beast, and immediately became vigilant.

According to the habits of drunken bees, the previous host will remain stagnant seven days after death, and will often find the next host among those close to the deceased.

And the only way to catch the drunken bee is to trick it with a fake "container", which must be a human, but not a suitable host for it, and then Yang Muqing will cast a spell to peel the drunken bee from this "container".

In this regard, Murong Cao formulated two plans, one was to be the "container" himself, but Yang Muqing vetoed it, and the other was to choose a "container" that could be controlled.

The filial son knelt on the futon next to the coffin table, and when he saw someone coming in, he kowtowed very respectfully.

Murong Cao looked at Wu Ruisong with a sad face on the table, and there was some compassion in his heart, the deceased was the greatest, so he also straightened his posture and stepped forward to bow.

Yang Muqing also stepped forward and bowed a few times.

What happened after that, although Murong Cao had already greeted Yang Muqing in advance, Yang Muqing still wanted to award her a queen from the bottom of his heart.

I saw that after Murong Cao bowed, he stood up weakly, with a pair of beautiful eyes and tearful eyes, sobbing and choking, looking extremely sad.

The young man kneeling on the futon was completely stunned, according to the custom of his hometown, those who came to mourn did not refuse, so when he saw two strange faces, he did not say anything, and received them according to etiquette, thinking that they would leave on their own after prostrating, but the sad appearance of this beautiful woman made him start to think about when his father had become acquainted with this person......

"Uncle Wu, you're a good person, woo woo." Murong Cao's tears were absolutely real.

"This ...... I don't know what to call it, my name is Wu Bo, and I am his son. ”

"That day, I was wandering on the street, and my shoulder bag was snatched away, and Uncle Wu happened to be there, and he helped me chase it back, and the bag contained all my belongings, I have always been very grateful to him, such a good person, how can you say that you are dead?" Murong Cao looked like a pear blossom with rain, and he felt pity for Wu Bo, although he didn't think that his father was a nosy person, but it was always a good thing to be remembered for doing good deeds, so he believed it without doubt, and even his bloodshot eyes began to turn red again.