Chapter 118: : Yanglin Town 30

"Huh?" Zheng Quzhi was stunned, "but no one seems to call your name. Wouldn't it be too strange for me to call it alone?"
In my impression, it seemed that everyone called Wei Yan as Mr. Wei. Wouldn't it be too strange if he was called by his name alone?
"No." Wei Yan handed him the book and said warmly: "I allow you to call my name."
"Ah... okay!" Since Wei Yan said so himself, Zheng Quzhi was a little bit hypocritical if he refused. Taking the book from Wei Yan, he turned to the page he read last time, and then asked the question just now: "You haven't answered what has happened to me these days?"
Wei Yan thought for a moment, remembering the last time Zheng Quzhi suddenly entered the illusion, and decided to tell him in advance: "We will go to the evil illusion and stay for a while."
"Illusory again?!!!" Zheng Quzhi didn't care about reading anymore, only felt that his temples were jumping up and down. He went to the haunted house and had nightmares for several days in the illusion. When he came back, he had a high fever, and he was so uncomfortable to death.
But going in again soon? ? ! !
"Probably I will go in this evening." Seeing Zheng Quzhi's reaction so much, Wei Yan frowned slightly, "You can prepare some food, but the time of coming out varies."
Zheng Quzhi: "The time to come out is uncertain? Wait, Wei Yan, I don't know how to catch ghosts. It's okay if you do it yourself? If you feel scared by yourself, then you can bring Qi Yan, he Isn't it here today?"
Hearing that, Wei Yan had some coldness on his face: "This is not my business, Zheng Quzhi, that is your business. And I am just helping you. Sooner or later you will have to do these things yourself."
"What do you mean?" Zheng Quzhi smiled slightly, his face rarely serious.
Realizing that what he said just now was a little bit cold, Wei Yan calmed down and said, considering the words: "I am not in good health. Someone must inherit my mantle."
"Huh?" Zheng Quzhi was completely stunned when he heard these words. Is this thinking of himself as his successor? But Wei Yan is still so young? !
"You are still young, why are you thinking about this?" Zheng Quzhi scratched his head and carefully looked at Wei Yan's face. He always felt that he was a little sad now, and he suddenly panicked. He comforted: "You benefit the society, and good people are rewarded."
"You don't need to comfort me." Wei Yan lowered his head, his face was a little dark, and his voice sank a few degrees: "I know my body."
Zheng Quzhi is at a loss...
Outside the window
Zhuzhu on the tree blinked her big eyes and looked at Luo Xingtong innocently: "Brother Xingtong, sir, is he in poor health?"
At this moment, Luo Xintong had returned to the previous blue-gray complexion, and smiled when he heard the words, showing long fangs. He smiled: "The body is not very good, so he can only live for a few hundred years."
Zhuzhu's faces wrinkled together: "How can a gentleman lie to uncle! Bah! Shameless!"
Before finishing talking, Luo Xintong pulled the braid fiercely.
"Sister Zhuzhu is not allowed to say bad things about her husband, but my brothers can slap me when they hear it." Luo Xintong smiled strangely.
Zhuzhu quickly pleased with a smile: "It's Zhuzhu that was wrong! Don't get angry, Brother Xintong!"
Luo Xintong was about to reach out to touch Zhuzhu's head when he heard the husband calling him.
"Xintong, Zhuzhu, come in."
Inside the house, Zheng Quzhi was slumped on the tatami. When Wei Yan suddenly said something inexplicable, just about to say that they weren't here, he heard two bangs, and Luo Qitong and Zhuzhu jumped in from outside.
Zheng Quzhi:? ? ?
"Sir! Have something to order?" Luo Xintong's eyes sparkled with joy, probably too excited, and his eyes fell to the ground with a click. Thinking of the last time I dropped my eyeballs in front of Zheng Quzhi and was thrown by my husband, I hurriedly grabbed the eyeballs and set them back.
Fortunately, Zheng Quzhi's attention was on Zhuzhu in the princess dress, but he didn't notice that his eyes fell.
"Tonight, we will enter the country with our souls." Wei Yan said lightly.
"Wh...what?" Zheng Quzhi buzzed in his ears, as if he had heard clearly, and as if he hadn't heard clearly.
Wei Yan looked at Luo Xintong and Zhuzhu: "As for the body, you two will take care of it."
Luo Xintong and Zhuzhu were shocked at once. Luo Xintong was okay. He had been with Wei Yan for many years, but Zhuzhu was a newcomer. He hadn't figured out his background yet, so they had to do it together. Thing?
This is a matter of life.
"Sir, Zhuzhu dare not." Zhuzhu knelt down on the ground with a bitter face, and looked up at Wei Yan pitifully. After staying in Wei's house for a while, Zhuzhu gained a lot, and he was round and round, and he was a match for Luoxintong.
"No doubt about employing people, no doubt about them." Wei Yan said coldly.
Zheng Quzhi was still thinking about entering the country with his soul, and a shrewd person like Wei Yan would definitely not put his own life at risk. But he never tried, he panicked...
When Zhuzhu heard it, his face was full of excitement, her head held high, and her voice loudly yelled: "Thank you, Mr. Trust! I will certainly not live up to Mr. Zhuzhu's expectations!"
Zheng Quzhi wanted to pull at Wei Yan’s clothes, but Luo Xintong and Zhuzhu were still there. He could only hold back. He just stared at Wei Yan blankly: "Wei Yan, enter with a soul or something, not what I thought. Right?"
It’s not the way to separate the soul from the body, right?
"The illusion of going to evil spirits harms the living. I decided to let the soul in after careful consideration." Wei Yan's voice was faint, but with an unquestionable tone.
Zheng Quzhi stayed silent, and only spoke after a long while: "Then do I have to bring food in?"
"No." There was a smile in Wei Yan's eyes, "The soul will not feel hungry."
Zheng Quzhi was silent for a long time.
"Then what if you get hurt?" Zheng Quzhi didn't know whether he was relieved or not. He always wanted to know. After all, it is often seen in television and novels that people become fools when they wake up after their souls are damaged.
"Ahhh! Uncle Zheng!" Luo Xintong rolled his eyes, "With a gentleman, you won't have any trouble."
Zheng Quzhi glared at him: "Your husband is like a sickly beauty, falling down at every turn. What's wrong with me asking a few more questions?!!! This is a rainy day!"
"You can pull it down!" Luo Xintong glared back, "You are afraid of death!"
Regarding Luo Xintong’s contempt, Zheng Quzhi had no trouble in his heart, and even wanted to laugh a little:
Of course I’m afraid of death, and I’m not you. Everyone has special skills. I’m just an ordinary citizen. I am not afraid of death. Are you afraid to live?"
Seeing that Luo Xingtong still wanted to speak, Wei Yan's face went cold: "Xintong!"
Luo Xintong curled his lips, lowered his head and stopped talking.

Today is fifteen, and the moon outside is round and bright. Zheng Quzhi stood by the window and looked outside. Only the rustling wind and dog barking could be heard outside, which was no different from usual.