This was the first time Yan Rong went downstairs, the sun shone on him, and he felt warm and comfortable.
Speaking of it, I used to think that ghosts were afraid of the sun, but it didn't show in him, and he still enjoyed the golden light a little bit.
The ghost walked unsteadily in the neighborhood, moved its ears, and looked out the door suddenly.
There was Yan Ze's voice.
"Eighty thousand, at least eighty thousand, this is passed down from the ancestors."
The master was still trying to bargain with Yan Ze, Yan Ze frowned and looked at him in disbelief.
It didn't seem reliable at all that this person ran out of the upstairs in such a mess just now.
Seeing that he didn't believe him, the old man became a little anxious. He waved the slightly deciphered book in his hand, and the sun shone on him, making him more courageous.
With such a big sun, it's still daytime, so it's impossible for that ghost to follow.
He held up the book and muttered, "It contains detailed records of various methods of exorcising ghosts, as well as raising little ghosts and exorcising ghost corpses. Eighty thousand is already very..."
As he spoke, he caught sight of a pale figure out of the corner of his eye, and his body, which was dancing with arms and legs just now, froze immediately, and his neck twisted away bit by bit, like a clockwork.
Standing in the sun, Yan Rong smiled at the two of them with malice in his eyes, "80,000, I want it."
"However, it is Mingbi."
"Ghost... ghost..."
Little by little, the master turned his head back, his legs trembling.
When he turned around and saw Yan Ze's pale face similar to the ghost behind him, he was immediately stimulated.
"Ahhhh—"
The master threw the book in his hand on Yan Ze's face, screamed and ran away.
Only Yan Ze was left, trembling uncontrollably, staring at the ghost with a pale face.
——
He Qing was in a meeting. The windows of the meeting room were large and beautiful, and the light was very transparent. The sun shone on his face, making him pale and almost transparent.
The man who was talking in a calm tone paused, "The meeting is over."
When everyone was gone, with a pale face, he slowly moved away from the sunlight and returned to his office.
The curtains in the office were all drawn at this moment, and the lights were turned on. It was a sunny day, but it seemed like night.
He breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on his seat, looked down at the various complicated documents on the table, his eyes were heavy.
He Qing was tossed by Yan Rong last night, and He Qing hardly slept at all. Even though his brain was throbbing with pain, he could continue to work as if he couldn't feel the pain that could make people crazy.
The beautiful and steady handwriting was spread out on the paper. The man was writing when a phone call came in.
"Mr. He, are you sure to donate all your property? Now you are in your prime."
Under the light, He Qing smiled, and said in a weak voice, "It's a blessing."
Just as he hung up the phone, his heart suddenly throbbed, and the man who had been enduring the pain calmly became flustered.
It's Yan Rong!
Yan Ze was dragged into the car vigorously by the ghost, he wanted to resist, but found that Mingming Yan Ze's hand was pinching his neck, he could clearly feel the coldness, stretched out his hand, but couldn't touch him .
Being choked tightly, his face turned pale, and before he almost passed out, the hand on his neck was released, a large amount of air was absorbed by Yan Ze, and before he could take a few breaths, he was choked again Neck, so repeatedly.
"Is it cool?"
Yan Rong's face was full of ferocious smiles, seeing that the man under him wanted to struggle but had nowhere to use his strength, the corners of his mouth got bigger and bigger.
His voice was low and full of hatred, "I was like that at that time too. There was smoke all around, I couldn't breathe, the fire burned my skin, and I watched the oil dripping. I really want you to try that feeling. .”
"Cough cough cough—" being released from the neck again, Yan Ze coughed in pain, "Yan Ze, I didn't hurt you, you..."
The neck he had just relaxed was grabbed by the ghost again effortlessly, Yan Ze sneered, "Didn't you see it? I'm at He Qing's house. Do you think I didn't hear what you said at his house last time?" ?”
As he said that, the ghost's eyes darkened, and his hands tightened more and more, "I have been against you for so many years, and I have had so many opportunities to kill you, but for the sake of the old man, I didn't do it once, but you..."
Yan Rong tightened his hands slowly, looking at his half-brother blushing and struggling desperately, his voice was cold, "There is only one chance to kill me, you took it."
"I'm really curious." He seemed to be looking at the dirty rats in the underground tunnel, his eyes were full of disgust, "Don't you worry that He Qing will die in the car if you play tricks on the car?"
"Isn't he the one you like?"
After finishing speaking, the ghost let go of his hand, looked at Yan Ze who couldn't breathe, his face was full of snot and tears, coughing in embarrassment, and raised his eyebrows in satisfaction.
He stretched out his hand gracefully, and helped Yan Ze fasten his seat belt. Looking at his frightened and trying to avoid eyes, a cruel smile slowly appeared on his face.
"Don't worry, just like me, I was burned to death."
"If you die and become a ghost, we still have time, play slowly..."
"No! Yan Rong, Yan Rong, I'm sorry, I shouldn't hurt you, I'm sorry for you, please don't kill me, please..."
In the face of death, Yan Ze tore off his disguise, begging for mercy with horror in his eyes, "Please let me go, please..."
He thought of what the ghost said just now, his eyes lit up, as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw, "Yan Rong, Yan Rong, you can't kill me, my father only has me as a child, if you kill me, he will have no one to rely on No! You can't kill me, you can't kill me..."
Yan Rong tied him to the co-pilot, seeing his tearful face but unable to break free, he felt relieved.
"Only you can become the old man's reliance? You'll be fine if you don't harm him!"
"Yan Ze, you killed me. To be fair, I will burn you to death too. Isn't that fair?"
He started the car and smiled casually, "What do you think of the wall opposite? Or the truck over there?"
"Yan Rong!! Yan Rong, you can't kill me! I didn't kill you, it really wasn't me..." Seeing those pale hands landed on the steering wheel, Yan Ze's eyes widened, his brain went blank, and he could All he could think of was trying to escape his crime.
"It wasn't you?" Of course the ghost didn't believe it, he sneered, "Is it you or He Qing?"
"Yes!! It's him! He killed you, it's him!!"
Yan Ze can't care about anything else now, in order to survive, he did not hesitate to put the blame on the person he likes, trembling his body, he said tremblingly, "If you want revenge, go to him, don't Come find me!"
The ghost's face was gloomy, and he didn't drive anymore. Just when Yan Ze thought he could survive, he suddenly turned around and smiled maliciously at Yan Ze who was tied to the seat.
"He Qing was in the car accident that day. If he didn't run fast, he would have ended up like me. He planned it? You think I'm stupid!"
"Come on, don't worry, right away, you will become like me."
Yan Rong was obviously laughing, but his voice was extremely cold, his eyes fell outside the window, and his tone was calm, "Trapped in the seat, surrounded by the pungent burning smell, you can't even speak, because you Can't move."
"There is a fire burning on your body, but you can't move, so you can only watch helplessly, watching your hands burn a little bit black, watching the fire coming out of your body, surrounded by white smoke, and you can't hear anything. Only the sound of fire burning."
"Yan... Yan Rong..." Yan Ze was trembling all over, and his body was wet, and he was so scared that he peed.
Yan Ze stammered and begged, "Don't kill me please, please don't kill me..."
"I know I was wrong, you said what you want, I will give you whatever you want, as long as you don't kill me, please, please..."
His head was covered with sweat, his mouth trembled badly, his face similar to Yan Rong was covered with tears, and there was a smell of urine wafting in the car.
Yan Rong didn't look at him again, he felt sick.
With his hands on the steering wheel, he slammed straight into the wall.
The first time, only the front of the car was damaged, Yan Ze was so frightened that he shouted for help, but the sound of the car suddenly starting covered him.
Time and time again, until the last time, as Yan Rong wished, the oil bubbled up, slowly fell to the ground, and burned.
Just like that day, Yan Ze's head was covered with blood, his eyes were full of fear, and he stared at the flames outside as if he was staring at some scourge.
He had no strength left, but his face was still full of desire to survive. He stretched out his hand weakly to untie the belt around his waist, but was held down by a cold hand.
"Yan Rong..." Yan Ze's face was covered with blood, and he burst into tears, trying to make a sound, "I was wrong, please..."
The ghost smiled at him, and pouted to the outside, "Here, soon, the fire is going to burn in. I woke up and it was already burning in. You are lucky, you can witness it with your own eyes."
He sat in the driver's seat, showing no intention of leaving, and said to Yan Ze, who was full of despair, "I'll just watch here and see how you scream."
"Don't worry, with me here, you can't escape."
The fire came in little by little.
Yan Ze's eyes widened in horror, trying desperately to struggle, but because of the hand on his body, he could only be firmly trapped in the seat.
"Save, save..."
Yan Rong looked down at his pained expression, and touched the flame with his other hand, as expected, there was no pain in his memory.
"Give up, no one will come to save you."
Just like the day he died, he was burned alive in the car, so, that's right...
A stone slammed open the window, and He Qing's pale face protruded from under the broken window.
He glanced at Yan Rong, stretched out his hand to take away those pale hands, and dragged out Yan Ze who was in a mess with blood and tears all over his face.
Without Yan Rong's obstruction, he proceeded smoothly.
He Qing successfully put Yan Ze on the ground, only to find that the ghost was still sitting in the car.
He should be very excited, and his figure began to become unstable, becoming somewhat transparent.
The man stood in front of the car, his eyes flustered because he was still a little flustered before, he looked at Yan Rong, gasped slightly, and said softly, "Get out of the car, you can't be outside."
Surrounded by flames, Yan Rong sat in the car, looking at the man coldly.
He asked, "Why didn't you save me that day."
"Why didn't you save me, but saved him today?"
There were blood-red eyes on his pale face, He Qing stared at him, stunned.
"You don't want him to die, do you?"
He got out of the car, and his figure loomed in the sunlight, becoming translucent.
With a ferocious face, he stretched out and grabbed the man's fair neck.
His eyes were full of ferocity, watching the man who had been his pillow for half a month being strangled speechless, his voice was cold, "Then you, die for him."
He Qing's face was red from being pinched, the ghost was very strong, he couldn't break free, and he didn't want to break free at all. He opened his eyes slightly, looked at Yan Rong's somewhat transparent figure, and slowly closed his eyes.
With just a little more force, this person can die in front of him.
The guy who watched him die was also going to die.
Yan Rong stared straight at He Qing.
He frowned slightly and lowered his hands, not intending to resist at all, but more like calmly deciding to die.
For Yan Ze, you are willing to die, right
Yan Rong withdrew his hand abruptly, looking at He Qing's distressed expression holding his throat and coughing non-stop, his face was full of coldness.
"You don't want him to die, I just want to kill him!"
He wanted to attack Yan Ze more than kill He Qing who didn't want to fight at all.
The ghost said, and it did.
But the man who was still coughing just now suddenly stood in front of the terrified Yan Ze, his eyes were still red from the previous suffocation.
"no."
Seeing Yan Rong staring at him in a daze, He Qing said word by word, "You can't kill him."
"Come back with me."
The surrounding area seemed to have cooled down, and even the flames on the car behind him seemed to have stopped unknowingly.
Yan Ze was so frightened that his whole body went limp, shivering behind the man.
Yan Rong looked at He Qing and said, "Get out of the way."
The man didn't move, but just looked at him with those calm eyes, and said in a soft voice, "If you don't go back, the sun will come out at noon, and you will be sunburned to death."
Of course the ghost didn't believe it.
Since he became conscious after his death, he has never been afraid of the sun, how could he be sunburned to death.
But after the man said these words, he really felt that the places on his body that were hit by the sun were stinging, densely packed, making his whole body uncomfortable.
As a matter of course, he attributed this change to He Qing.
He Qing can keep him in one place, and of course he can also make him afraid of the sun.
Yan Rong slowly withdrew his hand, seeing the man who was desperate to protect Yan Ze, a mocking smile appeared on his face.
"Let me let him go, yes."
"You will be mine from now on, you are not allowed to go out, you are not allowed to go to work, you have to stay in your room every day and night, just let me do it!"
He Qing trembled, and before he could speak, Yan Ze, who was protected by him, struggled to prop up his body, and shouted at Yan Rong, "Don't bully others too much!"
Yan Rong looked expressionlessly at the people who finally saw the movement here and ran over from a distance, "You don't want him to be my sex slave? Okay, obediently die, I'll let him go."
Meeting his cold gaze, Yan Ze trembled, but he didn't dare to speak again.
He Qing stood up, looked at the completely transparent ghost, a trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes, "Okay, I promise you."
He agreed, but Yan Rong didn't feel like winning.
Even though Yan Ze was humiliated and unwilling, he could only lie on the ground like a bedbug and dare not move, and the ghost couldn't be happy.
Because of He Qing, that high-ranking He Qing who always looks down on his appearance, he is willing to follow him because of this bug.
This made Yan Rong only feel a little bit.
He is no match for Yan Ze.
When he was burned, He Qing fled alone and watched him burn to death.
And when it was Yan Ze's turn, he wanted to save Yan Ze even at the expense of his own name.
Yan Rong didn't know what was wrong with him, he only knew that the bottom of his heart seemed to be on fire, cold, but burning his heart.
It's hard, it's hard.
But he is uncomfortable, and others should not think about it.
In Yan Ze's eyes, Yan Rong's figure gradually disappeared, but watching He Qing being pushed away, he realized that he didn't disappear, but just disappeared.
Watching He Qing leave, he watched a group of people come up and ask questions.
Yan Ze's lower body was in a mess, his body smelled like urine, he was sweating profusely and shed tears, he was extremely embarrassed.
He didn't want others to see him like this, so he could only bury his head firmly and keep his face close to the ground.
Yan Rong, Yan Rong!
He must make Yan Rong pay the price!
Also, Ah Ching...
Yan Ze really didn't think that He Qing was willing to do this for him. After all, in his memory, since the incident in high school, Ah Qing had become indifferent to him.
Yan Ze's self-esteem has collapsed now, with the smell of urine all over his body, he can't help but fall into fantasy.
He Qing's performance just now made him float up.
In order to prevent Yan Rong from killing him, Ah Qing sacrificed her body to save him. Does that mean that the reason why Yan Rong was at Ah Qing's house a few days ago was also to save him
Before, he always thought that Yan Rong couldn't come out, but he didn't expect that as a ghost, he would wander out in broad daylight. Yan Rong hated him so much. Now that he has the ability now, why didn't he come to him for revenge
Then, there is only one answer left.
There was dirt under Yan Ze's face, he clenched his fists tightly, his heart agitated.
—
[Ding! Yan Rong favorability: 90]
He Qing was pressed at the entrance and was roughly kissed, almost out of breath.
On the surface, he seemed to be more sad than heartbroken, with a pair of beautiful eyes staring straight at the ceiling, but he was crazily complaining in his heart.
[System, your suggestion last time might as well be adopted by us, Ronger really only gives a little favor when he is having sex.]
System reminder: [Does the host think you can mate until 100?]
He Qing pondered for a few seconds, then swayed according to the movement of the person on his body, [It seems impossible, but the system, I won’t pursue the fact that a pillow of yellow beams doesn’t work on Rong’er, the money to buy it is at least Give me back half too.]
[During the mating period of the host, the system automatically turns off hearing and vision, beep—]
A pair of cold hands dragged his slender neck, gently stroking the blue and purple handprints on his originally fair neck, Yan Rong leaned over, looked at the man who didn't look at him at all, and said in a low voice, "Go French windows, how about it?"
He Qing shook his body suddenly, looked at him with a pale face, "No..."
"Don't say no."
The ghost spoke softly, but picked up the man with his big hands, and then kept the posture of the two embracing each other, and threw the man by the window.
Under the transparent glass are people walking.
He Qing was pressed on top, while Yan Rong moved behind him, he said in a low voice, "I know several of the people below, and they say I'm crazy."
The cold tongue touched the white earlobe, which made the man tremble, and Yan Rong's giggling voice could be heard next to his ears, "If they look up and see us Mr. What would you say about you?"
"Pervert, another neuropathy?"
"Uh—" the man was grabbed by his waist and moaned in a low voice.
"At that time, I will be a psychopath, and Mr. He will be too. Aren't they a natural match?"
"You said, right..."
"Look..." The ghost looked at the people under the glass window, the smile on his lips gradually widened, "They are going to look up, and they will see you soon."
"The angle here is very good. Mr. He, you are always on the cover of financial magazines. Do you think they will recognize you and take pictures?"
Hearing the last sentence, the man's body, which was still a little soft just now, stiffened suddenly, and the water in his beautiful eyes was stimulated at this moment. He looked downstairs, and sure enough, he saw two women downstairs. While chatting, he pointed to the surrounding buildings.
They were about to see it, they were about to see him!
The strong sense of humiliation made the man collapse, and he usually cried at the end, but now he started sobbing early.
"Yan Rong, don't stay here... Please..."
Seeing him crying, the anger that the ghost had been hiding all along was extinguished a little, but it wasn't enough.
He tore off the man's clothes even harder, thinking of the way he was protecting Yan Ze just now, his face was almost grim.
"What are you afraid of! Don't dare to do it if you dare to do it!"
"Didn't you agree with yourself, as long as I release Yan Ze, you will be my sex slave!"
"Don't, Yan Rong, don't be here..."
For He Qing, who loves face, letting others see him being insulted is no less than putting all his self-esteem on the ground, and he simply cannot accept it.
Yan Rong had worked beside him before, and knew how much this man cared about face, just like the pious Yan Ze.
Thinking of Yan Ze, his mood sank just now because of He Qing's begging and begging, he stripped off the man's clothes mercilessly, and pressed him heavily against the glass window.
With a crazy and vindictive smile on his face, "Look, they saw you!"
He Qing looked at the two surprised women downstairs, his body was stiffer than a stone.
There was only one sentence left in his mind, and he was seen.
I saw that I was so unbearable.
The man's beautiful body fell limply, letting the man behind him move with tears on his face, his eyes were full of numbness and despair.
He Qing: [Prick, stimulate—how can Rong'er be so good at playing! I like him so much!]
The system is curious: [What are you playing? ] It is still closed to the outside world.
[Garbage system, return my points!]
When Yan Rong finished and threw He Qing on the bed, he still hadn't succeeded in claiming his points back. Thinking of losing such a large sum of money, he became gloomy.
In Yan Rong's eyes, He Qing was like a corpse, losing all hope. Looking at the man who allowed him to move, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.
He lay beside He Qing, touching the man's hand, stroking it little by little.
Yan Rong thought, He Qing really looks like a girl, with a beautiful face, even more beautiful body, and even her hands are so smooth and tender.
He poked He Qing, without the slightest sense of guilt for playing him off, and asked him confidently, "Have I become transparent again now?"
The man trembled his eyelashes slightly, his voice was still a little choked by the previous crying, and he responded in a low voice, as if he was sobbing, "Mmm."
Hearing his answer, Yan Rong pressed down again as if triumphant, under the terrified gaze of He Qing who thought he would continue, the corners of his mouth turned up, he lowered his head, and pecked on his lips.
The man whose whole body he played with before didn't respond much was stiff, his eyes were moist, and his face was even more flushed.
"I was able to go out before, so, can I go out in the future?"
He seemed to have no memory of what he had done to the man before, leaned close to him, and proposed enthusiastically, "Take me out, I promise I won't do anything to you."
Yan Rong is very hateful.
These abominations can be seen from the spots on He Qing's fair body.
But the man looked at him and lowered his head slowly.
Before the ghost was happy for a few seconds, it suddenly frowned, and its expression turned cold, "You are because of Yan Ze?"
"no."
He Qing finally opened his mouth, his voice was astringent, as if he hadn't drank water all day.
"There are still three days, and you are leaving."
As he said that, the man smiled at Yan Rong, calmly, and seemed to be very happy, "I am very happy."
This is the first time the ghost sees him smiling. It is very beautiful and can attract most people's eyes, but it makes his eyes sink.
Are you so happy to get rid of him
afternoon
He Qing took Yan Rong to the company.
The secretary was reporting to him, his eyes were in a trance, and behind him, hands invisible to others were groping for him.
The man's earlobe was red because he was being kissed by Yan Rong.
"Go ahead and get busy, I'll take care of these."
Relying on the fact that others could not see him, Yan Rong used all means on the man. Seeing that he was clearly unable to bear the teasing, he forced himself to put on a calm and indifferent look, with a malicious look on his face. laugh.
The secretary responded and was about to go out.
"Well… "
She turned around in doubt, and looked at the man with a flushed face, "Mr. He, what's wrong with you?"
Relying on the fact that she couldn't see or hear him, Yan Rong raised his eyebrows and replied with a smile, "He's being played comfortably."
The secretary couldn't hear it, but He Qing could hear it clearly. He clasped the seat tightly with both hands, and his fingertips turned white with force.
The ghost touched it lightly, and then, seeing that he was holding back, pinched him again.
"Uh-"
He Qing couldn't restrain the pain that seemed to be reaching the bottom of his heart, and bent down on the table in pain.
The secretary was frightened, and she stepped forward quickly, "Mr. He? Mr. He, are you okay?"
"I'm fine..."
He Qing's voice trembled, the secretary looked concerned, her eyes were full of pure worry, she had no idea what the man she was worried about was going through.
Yan Rong hurt him like hitting a sweet date with a stick, and his slender hands became gentle again, but for He Qing, this kind of tenderness was worse than nothing.
Because, compared to pain, this is torture.
The slender legs under the desk were trembling. He Qing tried his best not to cry out, and said in an unsteady voice, "Go and work, I'll be fine after a while."
Watching the secretary leave with three turns, Yan Rong raised his eyebrows and leaned into the man's ear, "Why did you send her away so easily? I want her to see you crying."
He Qing pressed his hand, his eye sockets were slightly red because of the pain or something else, he raised his eyes to look at the ghost, and asked in a shy voice, "Do you really want to humiliate me like this?"
"Um."
After being stunned for a second, Yan Rong nodded in recognition.
"That's right, don't you know? I've always hated you, humiliating you is a kind of joy to me, watching you lose face, I can laugh out loud in my dreams."
"Mr. He, you didn't give me any good looks when I came to the office before." Yan Rong hugged the man from behind, his magnetic voice full of malice.
"The door's open, we'll do it right here, okay?"
"No-"
As soon as he uttered a word of resistance, his mouth was covered by a cold hand, the clothes on his body were removed, and the familiar movements came with coldness.
From the beginning to the end, the man's beautiful eyes were always looking at the door in horror, for fear that someone would come in suddenly and bump into such a scene.
He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of seeing that kind of gaze.
"I still like the way you are nervous." The ghost was still talking behind him, his voice was full of satisfaction, "It can bring me back to life comfortably."
He Qing was covered by an invisible hand, and tears fell from his eyes, dripping on the hands of the ghost.
"Are you crying?"
Yan Rong pressed him on the table, looked at him face to face, and kissed him with a wanton smile, "It smells so good."
The slightly cold lips kissed the tears on the man's face. He didn't cover He Qing's mouth anymore. Instead, he blocked his mouth with both hands to prevent himself from yelling.
"Hate me?"
Yan Rong saw that the beautiful body under him was being played by his own knowledge, and his smile widened, "It's okay, just hate as you like, anyway, I hate you too."
He Qing was lying on the table with documents under his body. He held his lips tightly, and the voice of the ghost was cold but full of determination.
"We just hate each other like this, and it's fine to live a lifetime."
"You said yes? Mr. He?"
The man closed his eyes and hid his tears.
Nothing for life, never again...
Yan Rong has always been a person who doesn't count his words, and he still hasn't got rid of this bad habit even after being a ghost. He said that the company is not messing around, but he only knows how to have fun with men in various places in the office.
At the end, when He Qing had to come to a meeting, the man almost begged the other party not to mess around.
Finally, after agreeing to a series of difficult toys, Yan Rong shrugged and let him go.
The ghost was left alone in the office, He Qing went to the conference room for a meeting, he only had half an hour.
The cleaning aunt came in to clean while he was away, she couldn't see the ghost, so naturally she didn't know that while she was mopping the floor, Yan Rongzheng was lying on the sofa and looking at her like Uncle Yan Rongzheng.
After mopping the floor diligently, the aunt took a rag and began to wipe around. When she got to the bookcase, she was about to pull it open to wipe the books inside, but found that it was locked.
"Strange, wasn't it unlocked before?" the aunt murmured to herself, she didn't take it seriously, and went out with a rag.
Yan Rong, who was lying bored on the sofa watching her move his ears, suddenly became interested.
He had worked as an assistant and knew He Qing's habits.
This man prides himself on being magnanimous, and he doesn't want to lock anything, not even an office cabinet, let alone a bookcase.
What is there that must be locked inside
Yan Rong stood up, walked to the bookcase, fiddled with the lock lightly, thought for a while, recalled the car that was doused by the air-conditioning that day, closed his eyes and tried to move again.
-Click it!
The lock was covered with a layer of frost, Yan Rong twisted it lightly, and fell to the ground.
He stretched out his pale and slender hand and passed over a pile of books.
Just some ordinary books used to fill the bookcase, nothing special
While wondering, his eyes fell on the small cabinet below.
There, too, was a lock.
After destroying it familiarly, Yan Rong took out a dilapidated book from inside.
"Ghost solution?"
He touched the cover on it, and remembered what He Qing said, the book left by his uncle.
This is it.
A ferocious smile appeared on the ghost's pale face, saying that if he didn't show it to him, it would have fallen into his hands.
Opening the cover, Yan Rong was stunned by the words that appeared on the first page.