Bewitched as cannon fodder

Chapter 63 Ghost Cannon Fodder

The terminal brain screen with data flow, the system is half-dead with anger, I didn't expect that Liu Bohuai in this doomsday would tear up its space forcefully and bring his host back.

The more he thought about it, the more angry the system began to use data, ready to teach him a harsh lesson, but just as it started, his boss came to him slowly.

Seeing its angry look, the boss gave a "cough", "The Lord God knows about this situation, so don't worry about it."

The system has not recovered yet, just about to continue to say something, when it heard this sentence, the system said in surprise, "Why don't you worry, then..."

After the system realized something, it was already muted.

And its boss came to the console, stared at the data flow and said, "Don't worry about the rest, we will do our own job well."

Seems to be warning it not to do something else.

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"Tick!"

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

.........

The sound of water dripping on the tiles continuously, forming a pool of water stains on the ground, and at this moment, a pair of feet walked out of the bathroom straight away, as if they didn't notice the stagnant water on the ground.

The sound of cooking outside, the sound of parents arguing, and the younger brother arguing to change the channel.

"Brother, why are you all wet?"

The younger brother who snatched the remote control, grinned, switched to his favorite animation station, and accidentally caught a glimpse of his brother's clothes being wet.

But the man with staring eyes continued to walk forward ignorantly, the younger brother didn't care, and the parents in the kitchen were still arguing about putting less salt.

Until, "Boom!!" A sharp cry pierced the sky.

Approaching the sound of the police siren, the siren began to sound, and the parents who were still arguing over trivial matters began to hug each other and cry bitterly, but the younger brother, who was still young, knew nothing, and could only watch in and out on TV in a daze. arrived police.

Until the child was sitting on the sofa in a daze, the policewoman next to him was comforting him and giving him psychological comfort, but the child didn't seem to hear it.

He felt that the surroundings were silent, and something in his heart was pressing him so that he could not breathe, until the "tick" sound that he had ignored before sounded.

His eyes full of emptiness turned his head and looked through those people.

A pair of beautiful and slender hands gently turned the faucet, and the original sound of water also returned to calm.

The child turned his head in doubt, looked at the crying mother and the father who was comforting beside him, and then he looked at the wall. The photo of the family of four was hung on the white wall.

Suddenly, the policewoman, who was doing psychological training for the child, heard that the child around her seemed to be frightened, "Ahhh!!!" Immediately afterwards, she fell down on the sofa.

The parents who had lost their son were crying in their arms. When they heard the movement around them, they saw their other son collapsed in panic, and hurriedly hugged their son in their arms in a panic.

The policemen in the house sighed and expressed their silent condolences for the parents who received such bad news.

At night, the farce finally subsided. After seeing the group of policemen driving back in the car, several aunts in the community began to discuss, "When is this happening? The safety of Jingzhou is really getting more and more scary."

"That's right, I heard news in the group today that something happened to Shen Qiu's family, so hurry up and have a look, who would have thought that it was his eldest son who committed suicide and jumped off the building."

"It's strange for me to say that. His eldest son is very polite. He will call me when he sees me. He is usually very sunny. How could he commit suicide?"

"And there were suicides in other communities a few days ago."

"You say, is this related?"

The more the aunts talked, the more panicked they became. When one of the aunts took the elevator back, she turned the doorknob and accidentally lost her grip. The snacks she bought for her granddaughter in the supermarket were scattered on the ground. .

When the aunt was picking it up, a hand as beautiful as white jade reached out to help her pick it up. The aunt looked up and saw that she was wearing a peaked cap. She couldn't see her face clearly, but she could vaguely see her snow-white jaw.

The aunt finally put all the things back into the bag, stood up and quickly thanked the young man in front of her, but the young man just said lightly: "It's okay, your granddaughter must like these snacks."

Then she turned around slowly and went back to the opposite room. The aunt was lamenting his warm heart, but she saw the young man walk into the opposite room.

Auntie's lips moved, hasn't this house been rented by anyone?Why did someone come in all of a sudden.

The more I think about it, the weirder it becomes. I have lived here for so long, why haven't I heard anything? After the aunt turned the doorknob in doubt, when she walked in, she panicked and thought, "Young man, how do you know that these are her granddaughter's favorite food?" snack."

In an instant, the aunt stood up with horror, and sweat came out of her forehead.

On the other side, the young man who returned to the room did not turn on the light, but just walked to the bathroom, turned on the shower head and filled the bathtub with a basin of cold water.

Then he lay down indifferently, and at this time, the moonlight poured in from outside, and a young man who was not as beautiful as a mortal was exposed to the moonlight like that.

Maybe it's because of what happened just now, the young man's brows and eyes are tired, but there is a trace of ghost, and the corners of his lips seem to be born with bruises, and he looks not in good health.

And the boy was Sang Yi'an, who lay in the bathtub for a long time, and after he let his mind go, he slowly opened his eyes. Those beautiful eyes were like exquisite gems, which made people want to keep them.

"So my identity in this world is a ghost? A little devil cannon fodder who goes around doing things."

As soon as he said this, the system went online and nodded in his mind.

[Yes, it looks like the host is adapting well. ]

Immediately afterwards, after confirming that the host's mental strength is very good, and that he is well-trained, he transmits the plot of this world in his host's mind.

This world is a world where ghosts and ghosts coexist. The protagonist is kind and dedicated to helping justice. He looks like a policeman, but he is actually the future heir of the Xin family who is a master of exorcism.

And he is a vicious cannon fodder who knows nothing but beauty, cannot cultivate and can only survive by absorbing men's yang energy.

Because he was greedy for the hero's yang energy, he started evil from the heart, and hooked up with the boss of the ghost world, the big villain, and then became the villain's subordinate, embarking on the road of non-stop killing and messing with the hero.

As a result, within a short period of time, he was rejected by the villain as useless, and threw it to the bottom of the ghost world. After being eaten by other ghost members, he somehow possessed the power to compete with the protagonist. Because of this, the villain held back his disgust and Let him stay by his side.

At the end of the plot, the vicious cannon fodder still couldn't bear the strength of the protagonist, and finally died in the hands of the male protagonist, and then his plot was offline.

Sang Yi'an, who finally accepted it, sorted out his own plot and said it was okay.

Then when the system was offline, Sang Yi'an soaked in the bathtub for a while, and on the way of soaking, he suddenly thought of Liu Bohuai from the previous world.

He curled up his fingertips quietly, his beautiful eyes looked helplessly at the ceiling at the moment, Sang Yi'an, who was forced to take him back at that time, was in a daze.

But Liu Bohuai took him back and locked him up for a while, although he did some extreme things in it, so that he reflexively wanted to run away when he saw him.

later……

Sang Yi'an thought about the following things, but found that he had forgotten all about it, because the system said that he had suffered serious emotional trauma, and after bringing him back, some of his emotions were sealed.

However, Sang Yi'an's eyelashes trembled slightly, vibrating like a butterfly.

He thought that Liu Bohuai seemed to have finally told him, "Go forward."

"I will always find you and bring you back myself."

Fiery breath, firm tone.

It was as if that scene had resurfaced in front of him again.

Suddenly, Sang Yi'an heard movement from his bedroom, followed by a cloud of black air from the bathroom.

Sang Yi'an got up immediately, and the wet clothes recovered in an instant, and then he walked barefoot to the bedroom step by step.

Because he suddenly remembered that it seemed that because the neighborhood was formed by the villain's subordinates, the boy who committed suicide by jumping off the building became the villain's sacrifice, and then induced the villain to come from the ghost world to the human world.

As for the original plot, the villain appeared from the bathroom of his home, and then the original owner said that he would recognize him as the boss.

At that time, the villain had just come out of the ghost world, and his body was very weak. Thinking that he needed his own power just after he came out, he agreed to the original owner's request. This was the plot of him becoming the villain's subordinate.

So when Sang Yi'an thought of this plot, he walked lightly, and then looked at the black air that kept coming out.

He took a deep breath, and walked in. As soon as he walked in, he saw that the mirror on his wall was the most dark, and he wanted to wait for the villain to come out from here.

And the other guys in the bedroom were faintly corroded because of the black air.

Sang Yi'an adjusted his breathing and walked slowly into the mirror, because the black air had absolutely no effect on him as a ghost.

So he came to the mirror very smoothly, thinking about the original plot, it seemed that he had set up a formation.

Sang Yi'an recalled the plot, a black line quietly appeared on his fingertips, and then he stretched out his hand and drew a formation of twisted five-pointed stars.

I don't know if this is useful, but he did it after learning the plot.

But not long after he finished this formation, he didn't know if it was a psychological effect, and he felt that there was more and more black energy in front of him.

Suddenly, Sang Yi'an heard the sound of glass breaking, and then he concentrated. With the sound of breaking, other furniture in the room seemed to be unable to bear the pressure, and cracks began to appear.

Even the white walls were cracked.

In the dark night outside, the moon was blocked by thick black fog. Someone took out a turntable and when the pointer turned to a certain place, his expression became serious.

"It has been suppressed for so long, and it is finally coming out. It seems that chaos is about to happen in the human world."

Returning to the bedroom, Sang Yi'an saw that the posture in front of him was getting more and more terrifying, and he wanted to back away in fear, but just as he moved, strands of long hair crawled out from the mirror.

Then Sang An's eyes darkened, and he saw a rebellious-looking man walking out with disdain, but that man seemed to have come out of ancient times.

Dressed in armor, with long hair, his rebellious and handsome face is like a general fighting on the battlefield, with murderous looks in his eyes.

"who are you?"

"I..." Sang Yi'an became a little nervous.

But the man in front of him didn't know what to think of, and he looked at the overly beautiful young man in front of him with vicious eyes.

"You will not be the sacrifice they found for me. This is too weak. Except for the face, if I move it, I will probably die."

Sang Yi'an felt that he had misunderstood something, so he quickly explained: "I am not a sacrifice, I am your younger brother, because I admire the heroic appearance of your generation, the ghost king, so I want to meet the ghost king."

When the man heard this, he couldn't help but sneered, and the black air around him was getting more and more. Sang Yi'an was very scared, thinking that he had seen through him.

"I knew that this king is so heroic that even a brat like you can't stand it. He has been coveting me for a long time."

Sang Yi'an: "..."

The villain looks pretty narcissistic.

However, this boss felt that he was very reasonable, "Since you admire me, I will force you to be my little brother, but I just came out, and my body is still a little weak."

"Go get me something to eat."

This "eating" is not the superficial meaning, but the soul of human beings.

"Boss, but my ability is weak after all, I may have this kind of ability." Sang Yi'an said pitifully, after all his fighting ability is quite weak.

After Yan Hengxun heard this, his rebellious face was filled with dislike for him.

"You are too useless. If you were a kid like you, you would have died in the ghost world. I don't know how many times."

Sang Yi'an accepted his reprimand humbly, and Yan Hengxun saw his beautiful face drooping slightly, and the snow-white neck was showing meekly at this moment.

Feeling that he was choking to death with one hand, Yan Hengxun said with some concern, how could there be such a weak chicken under his hands.

But anyway, I agreed, and he looks very beautiful, especially when I just saw the skin as beautiful as a pearl.

So, what he said was not as fierce as before, and he coughed lightly, "Forget it, I don't count on you anymore, so I will cultivate myself first."

After Yan Hengxun said this, he came to his bed, sat cross-legged and began to practice with his eyes closed.

Seeing that he wouldn't let him find "food" for him, Sang Yi'an was not very happy.

Seeing that he was already practicing, he wanted to go to another room, but within a few steps, he heard him snort, "This king is working hard on training, but you want to be lazy."

Sang Yi'an didn't know what he was imagining, and said with trembling eyelashes: "I want to go to another place to practice."

"Oh, I know it must be my breath that overwhelms you, a little brat, and then you can't breathe after practicing"

"..."

"In this case, then I will forcefully restrain my breath, and you will sit next to me and practice together."

"When you finish your cultivation, you can find me "food""

Seeing that Yan Hengxun was still thinking about it.

Sang Yi'an still wanted to refuse, but his sharp eyes glared at him viciously, so he could only sit beside him with a sigh, imitating himself.

But as soon as he sat down, the other party became disgusted again, "Why is your body so fragrant, is it not a ghost at all, like Yan. Ghost?"

"I don't have any smell on me, and I'm not a Yan. Ghost." Sang Yi'an couldn't smell his own smell.

But Yan Hengxun just snorted coldly, smelling the sweet fragrance in his nose, he thought the other party was guilty and dared not admit it.

And even though he looks like a ghost and tastes very similar, but Yan Hengxun found that he was not of this breed, thinking that he might have mutated, so he mercifully helped him, seeing that he, as the boss, is right What a kind brother.

"Looks like I'm going to help you well." The man who said this shouted loudly, and the next second, Sang Yi'an felt that he was being doused in a cloud of unknown black water.

one second.

two seconds.

After reacting, Sang Yi'an wanted to cry, his beautiful face was stained, he was like a drowned chicken at the moment, his eyelashes were trembling with fear, and he didn't know whether he was angry or what, he trembled all over.

But the instigator said cheerfully: "This is the famous Wutan in the ghost world. If any ghost enters, no matter what smell you have before, it will smell like Wutan after it comes out."

In this way, he won't be like Yan.Gui, and go out and embarrass him.

Sang Yi'an smelled the smell of sewage all over his body, so he couldn't bear it anymore and ran to the bathroom to wash it off.

And Yan Hengxun thought he was very happy, and said very proudly: "Sure enough, you are really lucky to have such a handsome and unrestrained boss like me."

"Are you right?"

"...Yes." Sang Yi'an, ignorant of his conscience, said these words with difficulty.

"Since this Wutan is so easy to use, Boss, do you want to try it yourself?"

"I'm so powerful, it's not like you need to use this."

Seeing that his temper is so narcissistic, Sang Yi'an can't see that he is angry at all.

So after this incident, Sang Yi'an agreed that this villain was not only narcissistic, but also heartless.

Then because of the smell of Wutan, Sang Yi'an couldn't go out, and Yan Hengxun didn't know if he was addicted to cultivation.

Never came out of the bedroom.

Sang Yi'an was still angry, so he simply pretended he didn't know, and didn't go in to ask.

It's just that when he was almost healed, he realized that he was hungry, so he practiced while Yan Hengxun was still inside.

So I sneaked out, sneaked around outside, and then found out who had enough yang energy, so I patted my head very close to them to absorb their yang energy.

Because he is a ghost body, other people cannot see it, and those who are approached will only feel a gust of cold wind.

After Sang Yi'an had almost had enough, he returned to the community, and when he was walking up the stairs, he accidentally passed the door of the house where the accident happened a few days ago.

He thought that he just broke in by accident that day, and in the end he saw the young man with black air, obviously possessed by a ghost, and he didn't have time to see clearly.

The boy jumped off the building, and the noisy faucet in the bathroom annoyed him, so he kindly turned off the faucet.

Then walked back.

Sang Yi'an thought of this, but found that there was a strong yang energy in the house, and the smell of the oil greatly increased his appetite, so he became curious and sneaked in to have a look.

As soon as he entered, he saw a man in police uniform taking notes. His expression was cold, and the curve of his lips seemed to be fixed at a certain angle.

Not like a policeman, but more like a professor of medicine sitting in an office doing scientific research.

But at this moment, a gust of cold wind blew, and Xin Ci, who seemed to sense something was wrong, looked up and saw a clear lake, deserted and clear, without any impurities.

It's just that when he looked, there was no one in front of him, but the pocket watch in his arms kept beating, and the middle-aged parents who were being investigated beside him asked suspiciously, "What's wrong, Mr. Police."

Xin Ci said flatly: "It's okay, I just have something to do, I'll go outside and have a look."

The other policemen took the transcripts he handed over, and began to continue their inquiries in earnest.

Xin Ci, who came out, felt a ghostly breath, and walked slowly up the stairs next to him.

At this time, Sang Yi'an didn't know that he had revealed his secrets.

He was about to go back from the stairs at the moment, thinking of the voice of the "protagonist" just prompted by the system, and just as he was thinking about it, when he reached the seventh floor, the window in the corridor between the buildings suddenly opened, and a bone-chilling wind blew over.

Sang Yi'an felt an unprecedented coldness, and was just about to wonder why ghosts are afraid of the cold.

A clear and cold voice sounded in his ears, like ripples on a calm lake: "May I ask who you are?"

Sang Yi'an raised his head in fear, and saw the man he saw just now, the protagonist of this world standing in front of him at the moment.

Seeing that his brows were slightly frowned, and his indifferent eyes only looked at him with regret, Sang Yi'an almost bit his tongue nervously.

He shouldn't have realized that he was a ghost, right?

Sang Yi'an thought uncertainly, but according to the character of the protagonist who has clear love and hate, he must not have recognized him. If he had recognized him, he would have attacked him long ago.

"I am a resident of this community."

"Then can I ask your name?"

Sang Yi thought to himself, wouldn't he want to investigate his own information?How about that.

So he pretended to be a bad-tempered person, and spoke bitterly, "Why should I tell you your name? Don't look at you wearing a police uniform. Even deceitful people can do this kind of business in this day and age."

Sang Yi'an was thinking that if he said that, the protagonist would definitely be unbearable to be humiliated, but unexpectedly, the other party just said casually: "My name is Xin Ci, and I work for Jingzhou XXX Police Station. You can see my ID card."

Unexpectedly, Xin Ci actually said to him seriously, Sang Yi'an was in a hurry, "So what, what if you pretended to be it."

"I don't care about you, you can pretend or not, I have to go back and cook."

After Sang Yi'an finished speaking, he didn't bother to talk to him and prepared to go back.

And Xin Ci's slender eyelashes trembled, and the pocket watch in his pocket began to ring violently, "Then please come to the police station with me, sir."

As soon as the words fell, Sang Yi'an felt a scorching pain spreading on his back.

Sang Yi'an turned around and looked at him in fear. At this moment, his beautiful jewel-like eyes were wet, as if they could seduce people's hearts, and he said aggrievedly, "What are you doing?"

Xin Ci's calm and unruffled heart seemed to be thrown into a stone at this moment, and the corners of his lips were drawn into a straight line.

And at this moment, a cold shout sounded above Sang Yi'an, "What do you mean you have been away for so long?"

When Sang Yi'an heard this voice, he suddenly felt that he was saved, and looked at Yan Hengxun who was walking down slowly with joy in his eyes.

"What do you want to do to my people." Yan Hengxun was powerful, his eyes raised his jaw, and he was so arrogant.

A few days ago, Sang Yi'an must have felt that he was very attractive, but now he looked at him with tears in his eyes as if he was looking at straws.

"Oh, who is he?" When Xin Ci saw him, his voice was weak, and his cold eyes glanced at him, but the pocket watch in his arms became quiet at this moment.

"Who is Lao Tzu, you can control, and you should go back to me quickly, and you will know that you are causing trouble outside all day long."

After Yan Hengxun said this, he carried Sang Yi'an away with one hand, and unintentionally glanced at Xin Ci with his mighty eyes, which turned cold for a moment.

But seeing Sang Yi'an's eyes moistened by being bullied, he felt restless and ready to scold him when he brought him back.

"It's just you, a brat, who dares to go out and provoke ghost exorcists who are more dangerous than you. You really look good on me."

And Xin Ci, who stayed where he was, saw them leave, and he changed his pace after a while, but his eyes were inexplicably looking at the top of the stairs, clutching his heart that was as calm as death, remembering the momentary touch just now.

Ghosts, as always, can confuse people's hearts.

Next time, it must be killed.

The author says:

感谢在2022-06-0100:30:14~2022-06-0121:53:23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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