Chapter 347: Raiders of the ghost hunter (35)
Ling Wuzhi looked back, Li Xianyao's body had not moved at this time, and what was still struggling was the ugly-faced ghost who had been wearing black and purple tattered robes.
Listen to that roar, not from the female ghost's mouth, but from the male ghost!
Yes, it's a male ghost!
Ling Wuyi, who knew the plot, knew early on that the person possessed by Li Xianyao was a male ghost!
In other words, the ghost who liked or even fell in love with Leng Ye is a man!
The male Specter looked at Leng Ye with special affection and sorrow before he was wiped out, so frightened that Leng Ye retracted directly behind Ling Wuzhi.
When the Specter and those talisman papers burned to ashes, the Li mansion returned to peace. At this time, Leng Ye was not calm at all!
The reason why he came to Li Mansion was entirely because Gu Tianhao had someone come to tell him that Meng Fusheng had gone to Li Mansion to deal with Li Xianyao who was possessed by a ghost!
Because of concern and worry, Leng Ye only paid attention to the content of "Meng Fusheng dealing with Li Xianyao"!
His cousin was bullied, how could he allow it! So he came over with the sword, unexpectedly...
"He's actually a ghost!" Leng Ye said stupidly, obviously he couldn't believe it after knowing the truth!
Ling Wuzhi shrugged: "I told you already! Look, it's still a male ghost! You kept saying that you loved him just now, do you still love him now?"
ignored Ling Wuzhao's ridicule, and asked Leng Ye eagerly, "What about my cousin? How is my cousin?!"
Ling Wuyi snorted impatiently, glanced at Meng Fusheng who was finishing the finishing work, raised his hand and slapped Leng Ye on the back of the head: "Do you know that it is polite to listen carefully when others speak? Didn't Fusheng say it just now? Your real cousin has long been swallowed up by the ghost and will never be born again!"
Leng Ye was hit hard. Looking at the corpse lying on the ground, he walked over in three steps and two steps to pick up the corpse...
"Stop!" Meng Fusheng scolded and stopped Leng Ye.
Leng Ye paused for a while, then turned to look at Meng Fusheng: "Isn't the Specter still alive?"
"It's gone." Meng Fusheng replied, then he paused: "But..."
Before he finished speaking, Leng Ye had already turned over Li Xianyao's body—
This picture is not only Leng Ye, Ling Wuzhi is also dumbfounded!
The corpse has been highly decomposed, beyond recognition, very disgusting! I didn't pay attention just now, a gust of wind blew, bringing the super unpleasant smell of rotting corpses.
"Gret--" Ling Wuzhi couldn't help bending over and retching.
As soon as he straightened up, he heard the sound of vomiting not far away.
The source of the voice was Leng Ye who just threw away Li Xianyao's corpse. Hearing that voice, it was estimated that he would spit out the jaundice water!
Meng Fusheng glanced at Leng Ye, and then said lightly: "The souls of the servants here have all been swallowed up. As for the rest of the finishing touches, it will be handled by Leng Zhuang, a relative of the Li family. Xiao Wu, let's go. Bar."
Ling Wuyi snorted, and after blurring his body, he followed behind Meng Fusheng.
On the way back, Meng Fusheng felt a lot better.
"Fusheng, how did that Li Xianyao's corpse rot like this?" Ling Wuyi tilted her head and asked in confusion.
Meng Fusheng said: "Because the original soul of the body is no longer there, it is equivalent to a dead person, and the ghost lives in her body and grieves. When the ghost leaves the body, the body will rot."
And the longer the ghost occupies the body, the faster and more serious the body will rot when it leaves!
Ling Wuyi nodded suddenly, no wonder Meng Fusheng wanted to stop him when Leng Ye was about to hug Li Xianyao. Unfortunately, the male protagonist is a disobedient!
Ling Wuzhi took his arm and asked for praise: "Fusheng, did I cooperate well just now?"
glanced sideways at Ling Wuzhi, with a smile in his eyes, raised his hand and stroked her warm and smooth face: "Well, very good!"
Ling Wuwei smiled and kissed Meng Fusheng on the face.
Looking at his reddish ears, he sensed that his favorability rating, which had not risen for a month, had risen by five points. In addition to the three points that rose before, the favorability level is 98 points—
Returning to Wenxinzhai, Meng Fusheng was very happy after knowing that Meng Xintong was awake, and even Ling Wuwei ignored it and went directly to Meng Xintong's room.
Ling Wuzhi paused on the spot, and didn't mind Meng Fusheng's appearance. After all, he had habitually loved Meng Xintong for so many years, so she couldn't ask Meng Fusheng to change it right away, right? !
After thinking about it, she changed direction and went to find Gu Tianhao.
At this time, Gu Tianhao had just finished meeting a partner and was sorting documents in his study. Ling Wu Wee suddenly appeared and jumped down from him.
After heaved a sigh of relief, Gu Tianhao looked at her with a smile: "Miss Ling is back? Has the ghost subdued?"
Ling Wuyi found a stool and sat down, she hummed: "I've been beaten to the core by Fusheng."
Gu Tianhao slapped his hand: "That's great!"
"By the way, how did Leng Ye know that we were going to deal with Li Xianyao?" Ling Wuyi took a pear on the table and took a bite.
"It's me, Miss Xintong said she wanted to tell Leng Ye Li Xianyao's true identity. Why, did he hinder you?"
Ling Wu Zhe hehe smiled disdainfully: "It's not a hindrance! It's quite an eyesore! I really don't know what Xintong likes about Leng Ye? He looks good? I look at Gu Tianhao and you are about the same!"
Gu Tianhao also wanted to know what Meng Xintong likes Leng Ye? He was a little disappointed, and forced a smile: "It's almost useless, Miss Xintong just likes that Leng Ye!"
rolled his eyes, Ling Wuzhi suddenly thought of a very good idea.
She stood up and walked across to Gu Tianhao's desk and looked at him very seriously: "Gu Tianhao, I'm asking you now, do you really like Xintong very much?"
Gu Tianhao stared at Ling Wuwei's **** and white eyes, he shook his head: "I don't like Miss Xintong, I love her!"
Ling Wuyi nodded and said, "I see."
She turned and walked towards the door, then turned around suddenly: "If Meng Xintong can never regain her face, do you love her too?"
"No matter what she looks like, I love her! To the death!"
Hearing this sentence, Ling Wuzhi was satisfied, and she said again: "I'm hungry, let me have dinner." Then she emptied her body and left.
By the time Ling Wuzhi arrived at Meng Xintong's room, Meng Fusheng had finished talking to her. She floated to the bed and sat down, looking at Meng Xintong: "How is Xintong? Are you better?"