The Witch

Chapter 130

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Two days passed in the blink of an eye. On the night of the last day of the holiday, Young Master Gui had to go to the underworld.

"I'm leaving." Without saying goodbye too much, in fact, the time in the villa these two days is already a goodbye.

"I'll send it to you." Wu Miaomiao stepped forward with the doll in her arms.

When Li Gui cultivates to the level of a ghost general, he can open the gate of the ghost by himself, but the way the ghost general opens the gate of the ghost is too rude, and it is considered an invasion to the underworld. Therefore, even if they go to the underworld to accept the assessment, the initial reception will not be very good, but if someone from Xuanmen opens the ghost gate and sends them in, it will be much better.

This is like going to the police station and surrendering yourself. One is that you kicked the door of the police station and went in arrogantly and said you surrendered. One is that someone opens the door for you, and then you calmly say that you are going to surrender yourself. The two treatments are completely different.

Wu Miaomiao stood in front of Young Master Gui, with his fingers in the void, his body was surging, and a little black light flickered on his fingertips, then expanded, and finally formed a ghost gate for one person to pass through.

"Thank you." Looking at this ghost gate, Young Master Gui thanked Wu Miaomiao solemnly.

"Liu Mei'er said that you planned to take the imperial examination before you died, and you should be able to pass the examination in the underworld." Wu Miaomiao encouraged.

Gui Gongzi smiled: "Is there any logical connection between the two?"

"They're all officials." Wu Miaomiao's face was taken for granted.

"Okay." It seems reasonable to have to say that.

"Young Master Yuan, if you become a ghost, I will go to reincarnation, otherwise I would not dare to go." Liu Mei'er suddenly said.

The ghost boy looked at her in surprise.

"The last time I went to the underworld with Master Cat, didn't I offend this ghost mess?" Liu Mei'er said embarrassingly.

At first glance, those two ghosts are vengeful people, and they cannot and will not chase themselves and the cat owner all day because of a waist card. Although the two ghosts didn't take her back that day and went back to the underworld, but that was because they were afraid of someone on their side, but when they got to the underworld, it would be different.

"Those two." Gui Gongzi immediately recalled, and then agreed, "Okay."

What he knew was that Liu Mei'er and Wu Miaomiao's words were more to encourage him.

"Meow." At this time, the black cat also barked, and when everyone looked over, it lifted its leg, which was still wrapped in gauze. As if to say, my leg is injured, I can't send you.

Gui Gongzi understood, smiled, and finally his eyes fell on the doll. The doll also stared with big eyes, looking at the ghost boy.

"It's called brother." Gui Gongzi teased.

"Brother." The doll's soft and waxy voice sounded immediately.

"Good." Gui Gongzi brushed the top of the doll's head with his long sleeves, and then he turned around and stepped into the ghost gate without any more words. And the ghost gate also disappeared at the moment the ghost boy stepped in.

"Brother?" The doll blinked, stretched out his hand and touched the place where the ghost gate was just now, but it naturally couldn't touch anything. The doll was puzzled, turned back to look at Wu Miaomiao, and then shouted again, "Brother?"

Although the doll only called out brother, everyone can guess what it means from its tone and expression: Where is brother

"Your brother has gone to participate in the imperial examinations, and when he becomes a high-ranking official, he will come back." Wu Miaomiao was not ready to tell the truth to the baby, so he casually perfunctory.

"The title of the Golden List?" The doll's eyes lit up, and she extracted a very appropriate word from the depths of her memory.

"Yes, the title of Jinbang. Let's go, let's go home." Wu Miaomiao held the doll and looked at Ji Lang beside him.

"Walk."

The two days they stayed in the villa was to let the doll say goodbye to the young master Gui. Now that the young master had left, it was time for them to go home.

Hell.

As soon as Young Master Gui stepped out of the ghost gate, he saw two familiar ghost servants standing not far from the ghost gate. These two were exactly the two Liu Meier mentioned before he came in.

"Young Master Yuan." The two ghost messengers also died very early, so when they saw the young master ghost in ancient costumes, they subconsciously used the ancient names.

"Is it you, waiting for me here?" After the initial surprise, Young Master Gui immediately reacted. When Dong Yongyuan called him before to ask if he had become a ghost general, he guessed that the association knew. At that time, he said that he would come to the underworld to report today, and the underworld must have also received the news, so let these two wait for him here.

"Yes, Lord Judge is already waiting for you." Ghost Chap No. 1 said respectfully.

The underworld has not had a ghost general come to the assessment for thousands of years, so the appearance of the ghost son, the underworld has also given enough attention.

"Go." Gui Gongzi nodded and followed them away.

the next day.

The holiday was over, and the school still had classes. Wu Miaomiao went to school early in the morning, but she left the doll to Ji Lang. If the doll followed her to school, she had to pretend to be a normal doll, which was too difficult for a doll with an almost complete soul. So after thinking about it, she still gave the doll to Ji Lang.

Following Ji Lang to the studio, the doll will be much freer. Everyone in the studio knows the existence of dolls and likes dolls very much. Of course, there is another reason why the two of them are tacitly aware that Ji Lang's nightmare power has begun to awaken. If even he can't keep the doll, it is useless to keep the doll by Wu Miaomiao's side.

"Doll." As soon as Ji Lang walked to the door of the studio, a series of shouts came out from the door, and then a flower in front of his eyes, four people lined up and stood in front of him, but the greeting was not for Ji Lang of.

"How about you, baby, were you scared last time?"

"Are you injured?"

"Did the bad guys bully you?"

"Ahahaha..." The doll didn't know how to answer these questions, so she could only laugh it off.

"The laughter is still so hearty, it doesn't seem to be a big problem." Analysys concluded.

The rest of the people agreed with Analysys' judgment, and when they were delighted with the cheerfulness of the doll, they suddenly felt a chill all around them, and the four of them reacted later.

Wocao, they actually ignored the boss.

"Boss, good morning." Immediately, the four of them took a step back and bent down ninety degrees.

Ji Lang watched them silently for a while, then stretched out his arms and stuffed the doll into Dong Yongyuan's arms: "Look."

Leaving two words coldly, Ji Lang passed through the four and went upstairs.

The four of them were stunned for a moment, and then they excitedly surrounded the doll and asked around, and the doll's hearty laughter could be heard from time to time.

Entering the office, Ji Lang just turned on the computer when the phone rang. He clicked it and saw that it was a reminder from Huo Mingzhi: [Go to work, hurry up to update the text, you have been off for three days, readers will Report a missing person.]

missing persons

Ji Lang opened the novel page, flipped through it, and then the corner of his mouth twitched.

[I rub, what's the matter, it's nine o'clock, and Ziheda didn't update today.]

[It’s ten o’clock, and Zihe Da still hasn’t updated.]

[It's twelve o'clock, and Zihe has not updated yet.]

[It's zero o'clock, there is no update, I didn't count down so seriously yesterday for New Year's Eve.]

This is the comment under the novel on New Year's Day, and someone comes out to post a comment almost every hour.

By the second day, the reader's style of painting was slightly normal.

[Zihe is probably going on a date with his girlfriend.]

[Even if it’s a date, you can’t go on a date 24 hours a day. With the speed of God’s hand, your girlfriend can even write a chapter after taking a shower.]

[Are you still a man? Girlfriend takes a bath, you still have the mind to code words]

[The landlord's =, break up, you don't love your girlfriend anymore.]

[roll!]

It should have been built.

Day three.

[According to reliable sources, Zihe has not been updated because he was kidnapped.]

[what happened? Is the news reliable?]

[It is said that the several novels that Ziheda had been sealed before were related to the case in reality, and it is very likely that they were retaliated against.]

[I know this, it seems that Da Zihe was kidnapped once before.]

[I just said how could Da Zihe cut off the watch in the middle of the shift, or maybe he was kidnapped that afternoon when the watch was cut off.]

[We call the police.]

"..." Ji Lang pulled two more pages of comments, and the following comments became more and more intense. It seemed that someone really wanted to call the police. In the end, he edited it out and hung up the announcement.

Ji Lang closed the page, and was about to write a text when a text editor suddenly popped up in the background: [Zihe Da, are you back from vacation?]

[Um.] Ji Lang typed a word.

[Then will you resume the update later?]

[Um.]

[That's good, can you explain your itinerary for the past few days in your words when you update it? Just say a few words, and readers are worried.]

Ji Lang first frowned and wanted to refuse, but in fact, as long as he resumed the update, those guesses would be self-defeating, so why bother. But thinking about the comments I just turned over, although they are all people who have never met, the concern for him between the lines is real.

[Um.] So Ji Lang typed another word.

Then he opened the document, spent five minutes straightening his thoughts, and started coding.

At the end of the chapter after 20 minutes, he Yiyan explained the reason for his break-up in his speech: to accompany his wife and children at home, and take the cat to see a doctor by the way.

He updated this chapter, and the comment area exploded immediately.

[I wipe, what did I see, Zihe has a wife and children? What about a good single dog?]

[Am I the only one who thinks cats are pitiful? By the way, taking cats to see a doctor is a naked disgust.]

[These are not important, as long as Zihe's hands are not slowed down.]

[Upstairs, are you cursing us to live without x? Too insidious.]

[Handsome and Zihe live in harmony, oh my, it's so hard to choose.]

After that, the comment area gradually became crooked. Fortunately, Ji Lang usually doesn't read comments very much, otherwise he would not be angry and intentionally cut off.

However, readers are very lucky. Although God Zihe has a daughter-in-law, he has maintained the speed of being single for many years. After three consecutive hours of updates, when readers were extremely satisfied, a phone call interrupted Ji Lang. ideas.

Ji Lang glanced at the phone, and it was Huo Mingzhi again. He released the keyboard and connected the call.

"Ji Lang, what are you scribbling?!!" As soon as the call was connected, Huo Mingzhi's roar came from the other end, filled with endless grief and anger, as if he wanted to kill him from across the road and try his best.

"What's the matter?" Ji Lang frowned and moved the phone away.

"What did you mean in the chapter just now? I am a serious and responsible police officer. How can I have that kind of mental activity in action?"

Ji Lang recalled for a moment, and then guessed the reason for Huo Mingzhi's attack. In the latest chapter, Qiu Fei, one of the protagonists based on Huo Mingzhi, met a tall, beautiful man while undercover in a drug cartel. Sexy female drug dealer.

Ji Lang described Huo Mingzhi's first reaction when he saw this woman: [When the woman walked into the box, Qiu Fei only felt that his heart skipped a beat, and the surrounding air seemed to be still. . There was light behind her, and a fat white Cupid landed from heaven along the light, and shot an arrow in his chest. For the first time in his life, he had the urge to fall in love.]

"What kind of metaphor are you, what a cupid, what light, what is the first time in life..." Ji Lang has countless fans in the criminal police team, and everyone knows that the novel Ji Lang is writing now is based on Huo Mingzhi It's a prototype, so everyone in the team is also chasing updates. When this chapter just came out, Huo Ming knew that ten people made fun of him in five minutes, and even the director came to pat him on the shoulder under the pretext of going downstairs to pour water.

It's so embarrassing.

"You're responsible for scribbling like this. You're ruining my reputation. Change it for me." Huo Mingzhi said angrily.

"Don't change." Ji Lang coldly refused, and said with absolute certainty, "I think that's what you think?"

If it were him, he wouldn't use such tacky adjectives as Cupid to describe them. These words were copied from Huo Mingzhi's dream intact.

"Don't talk nonsense, you're not me, how do you know what I think. I tell you, you don't want to take revenge in public. Although the producer said that you can properly enrich the storyline, don't enrich it blindly." Huo Obviously a little guilty.

I rub, I was really moved, but I didn't tell anyone, how did Ji Lang know.

"In the end, this female drug dealer is going to die to save you. If I don't write you as love, how can I let her die for you?" said Ji Lang.

"..." The other end of the phone fell silent.

"In two more chapters, I have to write about you going to bed." Ji Lang continued.

"you… "

"I'm the author, I can write whatever I want."

"Ji Lang, I warn you..." Huo Ming knew that he was about to rage.

"If you talk nonsense again, I'll write down the details of your going to bed. After all, it's the first time, so you must have a lot of feelings." Ji Lang said.

The answer to Ji Lang was the busy tone of the phone hanging up.

"Heh." Ji Lang sneered and continued to code.