Chapter 11: :Luoxintong

Damn, if you can't get out, shouting can always call people over, right?
Shouted for a while, but no one came over yet. Zheng Quzhi gritted his teeth and continued to shout: "Qi Ye! Brother Qi Ye! Brother Qi Ye!"
Deng Ying moved slightly, and suddenly there was a silver bell-like laugh.
If it were in the past, Zheng Quzhi would definitely think that this was a bear kid who didn't go to bed at night and came out fooling around. But since encountering ghosts a few times, Zheng Quzhi would inevitably think more. Besides, the laughter is too permeating. Up.
The children’s laughter continued to greet from all directions. Zheng Qu knew that his scalp was numb. He just wanted to call people quickly and his voice became louder and louder: "Wei Yan! Wei Yan! Wei Yan Wei Da..."
The words stopped suddenly, and Zheng Quzhi's eyes gradually widened.
Outside the pavilion, a child wearing only a bellyband was staring at Zheng Quzhi with blinking eyes.
Seeing Zheng Quzhi looking at him, the child's bright red mouth slowly grinned, revealing the fangs inside. It is like the small fangs inherent in vampires and zombies that often appear in movies, pale and terrifying in the dim light.
"Cuckl..." The child smiled brightly.
"Fuck!" Zheng Quzhi wanted to scold his mother. He thought he would have nothing to do when he came to Wei's house. What's the matter with this kid!
The child is about five years old, with a small braid on the back of his head wrapped in a red string, and a small bronze bell hanging at the end. His arms and legs were fleshy, but his plump face showed a strange blue-purple color.
Seeing Zheng Quzhi looking over, the child suddenly made a grimace, and his eyeballs fell to the ground with a snap.
"Wei Yan! Cai Qian! Qi Niao! Ah ah ah ah!" At this moment, Zheng Quzhi didn't care about anything, and ran back like crazy, still not forgetting to call this house he knew. Name of the person.
"Gluck..." The chilling laughter whirled.
After running for some distance, the laughter was still endless. Zheng Quzhi turned his head and saw that the child was actually one meter away from him. Seeing him looking over, the child opened and closed his mouth provocatively.
Just after so much effort, the child actually speeded up, and suddenly he leaped forward, grabbing his little hand on Zheng Quzhi's ankle.
The cold touch made Zheng Quzhi stiff all over, and his screams violently sounded: "Mom!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Luo Xintong." A cold voice suddenly sounded.
The laughter stopped.
The cold touch was still there. Zheng Quzhi was so scared that his legs trembled, and he quickly raised his head to look at the man, his voice was trembling and pitiful: "Mr. Wei! You, you...you save me!"
"Luo Xintong." Wei Yan's eyes turned cold, his voice low.
The child named Luo Xingtong squatted, and his little hands let go of Zheng Quzhi's feet. Zheng Quzhi jumped behind Wei Yan almost instantaneously, and the 1.8-meter tall man shrank behind Wei Yan, looking at the cowering, completely lost his usual image.
"Apologize to Mr. Zheng." Seeing Luo Xingtong wanted to leave, Wei Yan frowned.
"Sir!" Luo Xingtong said, acting in a grieved little milk voice, coquettishly: "There are guests at home, I am just happy to surprise them for a while!"
"You're a surprise?!!!" With Wei Yan there, Zheng Quzhi was always a little bit more confident: "This is obviously a shock!"
"Uncle, you would still be afraid of me as a child!" Luo Xintong bit her little hand with an innocent face.
Zheng Quzhi's eyes widened, the little devil's mouth opened and closed when he spoke, and the exposed teeth were no different from ordinary people! Also, the eyeballs that fell out of him didn't know when to pick them up and set them back. There was no strange place.
"Mr. Zheng, he is the son of my friend and his name is Xintong. He has a good temperament, but he loves to make fun of people. I hope Mr. Zheng will not mind." Wei Yan moved aside, turned back and looked down at Zheng Quzhi.
Zheng Quzhi, a 1.8-meter tall man, flinched together because of fear, and looked a little petite in front of the 1.86-meter Wei Yan.
Zheng Quzhi realized this and quickly straightened his waist. But after touching Luo Xintong's profound eyes, he couldn't help but move, letting Wei Yan's tall body block him. Damn, this is so oozing!
"Mr. Wei, is he a man or a ghost?" He couldn't help but secretly looked at the little boy named Xing Tong for a long while, and he asked Wei Yan.
"It's not bad after all." Wei Yan sighed and didn't answer directly, "Why bother with this?"
Some humans are worse than ghosts, and some ghosts are kinder than humans.
However, Zheng Quzhi probably couldn't understand this truth. Seeing his pale face, Wei Yan couldn't bear to add: "How could Wei Zhai let evil spirits in?"
Zheng Quzhi wiped his tears silently, that means good ghosts can come in?
But why doesn't Luo Xintong look like a good ghost? ? ?
Seeing Zheng Quzhi looking at him again, Luo Xingtong's eyes rolled skeletally, and he grinned again, his small fangs were exposed again. At the same time, the eyeballs couldn't stand the dexterity, they fell to the ground with a snap, and also rolled mischievously for a certain distance.
The eyeballs happened to stop at Zheng Quzhi's feet.
"Mr. Zheng, can you help me pick up the eyeballs?" Luo Xintong tilted his head, his face full of childishness. It's just that the eye sockets that are empty because of the lack of eyeballs make the back chill.
Zheng Quzhi lowered his head and saw that his eyeballs were still alive. Seeing that someone looked at him, he turned around to make him meet Zheng Quzhi's gaze.
Zheng Quzhi pulled out a stiff smile, rolled his eyes, and passed out.
Wei Yan hurriedly supported her with eyes sick, while her feet moved slightly.
Luo Xintong’s screams were heard, and the aggrieved screams immediately sounded: "Sir! Where did you kick my eyeballs!!!"
"Tonight, go find your eyeballs!" Wei Yan's face was deep, and he glanced at Zheng Quzhi, who was pale, with blue veins jumping on his forehead.
After speaking, he directly carried Zheng Quzhi on his shoulders and walked in one direction.
Cai Qian and Qi Mao, who were secretly hiding in the distance watching the excitement, jumped out after Wei Yan walked so far invisible.
Qi Yue shook his head and sighed: "Hey, Mr. has really grown up and has learned to carry people."
"Hurry up and help me find eyeballs!" Luo Xintong yelled furiously after smelling her breath.
"Hey, Xin Tong, you frightened Mr. Zheng. This is your husband's punishment, I dare not help you." Qi Yan sighed pretendingly, with a smile in his bright black eyes.
"Xin Tong, do you dare not follow Mr.'s orders?" Cai Qian's face was serious, but the smile in his eyes still betrayed him.
"You two killed a thousand knives!" Luo Xintong was furious: "You obviously encouraged me!"
"Hey." Qi Nie ignored him, and continued: "It was hard to get Mr. Zheng to come to the Wei's house, Xin Tong... If it is because of you, Mr. Zheng is arguing about moving out tomorrow, sir. You might have to twist your head off and kick the ball."
A trace of panic flashed across Luo Xintong's purple face.
Cai Qi lightly scolded: "Nonsense!"
With joy on Luo Xintong's face, he knew that everything Qi Xu said was bluffing him!
"Mr. obviously doesn't like playing football. At most, he twists his head and gives it to Mr. Zheng to make amends!" Cai Yuan added the second half.
Qi Ning: "Hahahaha..."